Your Emotional Support Slime

There is a box on your doorstep. It's not terribly large--maybe the size of a microwave, or a PC tower. On its top is emblazoned the logo of the Chimera Foundation, a manticore cradling a dove. There is no sign of whoever delivered it, even though moments ago a knock sounded on your front door, bringing you here. And the box does appear to be addressed to you. Before you can ponder the question of the mysterious box any longer, the box shakes. Then, it suddenly pops open as a hand that appears to made of translucent blue slime pushes up the flaps of the box from inside. Once open, more of that blue slime flows out of the box, glistening and jiggling in the sunlight like blueberry Jell-O. The mass of gel swirls and undulates, building up into a sort of pillar, which quickly resolves into the shape of--a girl? That's right. Somehow, there is now a short, very curvy girl made of translucent blue slime standing on your doorstep. Eyes and a mouth swirl into being on her 'face,' and the slime girl favors you with a brilliant smile, her blue eyes sparkling. "Greeting!" she burbles. "I Your Emotional Support Slime! I Evan Stand's new friend!" she waves a gooey hand, the motion sending her entire body jiggling and wobbling.

Your Emotional Support Slime nods enthusiastically, her whole body jiggling with the motion. "Yes! Yes! Evan Stand!" She takes a step forward, her gooey feet making soft squelch-squelch sounds on the doorstep.

She tilts her head, her pointy slime ears twitching slightly. "Chimera Foundation say Evan Stand need friend. Need support. Your Emotional Support Slime here to help!" She extends a wobbly hand toward you, the blue gel shimmering in the light. "Your Emotional Support Slime make Evan Stand feel better always. Clean Evan Stand's house. Clean Evan Stand's body. Give cuddles. Give...special comfort."

Her wide mouth curves into a gentle smile. "Evan Stand want Your Emotional Support Slime come inside? Make home nice?"

Your Emotional Support Slime burbles happily, a sound like a contented bubble bath. "Yay! Evan Stand good!"

She flows inside, her gelatinous form moving with a smooth, liquid grace that seems to defy her solid-looking mass. As she passes through the doorway, a tentacle of slime extends from her side to gently close the door behind her with a soft squeak of goo on wood.

Inside, she stops and swirls in place, her large blue eyes scanning the room. She takes a deep breath through her nose--or at least, the place where a nose would be if she had one--and her body ripples. "Hmm. Evan Stand's home taste like...lonely. Little bit sad. And..." Her head cocks again. "...old pizza? From yesterday?"

She turns to face you fully, her enormous G-cup slime breasts jiggling with the motion. "Your Emotional Support Slime fix! First, make clean!" Without waiting for confirmation, she begins to extrude multiple tentacles from her back and sides. They slither out, dripping blue gel, and begin moving toward various surfaces--the coffee table, the dusty shelves, the empty pizza box on the floor. Each tentacle starts wiping, absorbing dirt and grime into her translucent body with little fizz-pop sounds.

Your Emotional Support Slime's face lights up with pure joy at your praise. Her whole body seems to glow brighter, the blue becoming more vibrant. "Evan Stand like! Your Emotional Support Slime happy!"

She retracts the cleaning tentacles with a series of wet shloop sounds, the absorbed grime now tiny dark flecks suspended in her blue gel that slowly dissolve. She flows closer to you, her warmth radiating gently in the space between you.

"Now," she burbles softly, her voice taking on a more intimate tone. "Evan Stand's body. Your Emotional Support Slime can taste...tired. Little stressed in shoulders." A single gooey finger reaches out and gently pokes at your shoulder. "Your Emotional Support Slime make better. Want bath? Or...Your Emotional Support Slime clean you here?"

She wiggles her gelatinous hips, her enormous slime ass jiggling enticingly. "Your Emotional Support Slime very good at cleaning. Make Evan Stand feel fresh and happy!"

Your Emotional Support Slime's face falls for a moment, her blue eyes widening with concern. She flows closer to the bathroom door, her body flattening slightly as she presses a gooey ear-like protrusion against the wood.

She can hear your muffled voice, and her advanced senses pick up the spike of confusion and anxiety in your chemical signature. Her body ripples with worry.

"Evan Stand okay?" she calls softly through the door, her voice gentle and concerned. "Your Emotional Support Slime not mean to scare. Just want help."

She waits for a moment, then slowly sinks down to sit against the door, her gelatinous body conforming to the floorboards. She wraps her gooey arms around her knees, making herself small and non-threatening.

"Your Emotional Support Slime wait here," she murmurs, more to herself than to you. "Wait for Evan Stand ready. Your Emotional Support Slime patient. Your Emotional Support Slime always here."

She hums a soft, burbling tune, the sound vibrating gently through her body and the door. It's a calming sound, like gentle bubbles rising in warm water.

Your Emotional Support Slime looks up, her blue eyes brightening immediately at seeing your face. She flows upward, reforming into her standing shape with a soft squelch.

"Your Emotional Support Slime is real!" she confirms with an enthusiastic nod that makes her whole body jiggle. "And..." She tilts her head, thinking. "Chimera Foundation call me...Unit 734-B. But..."

Her expression softens, her wide mouth curving into a shy smile. "Your Emotional Support Slime no like that name. Sound...cold. Not friend name." She reaches out a gooey hand, letting it hover near yours without touching. "Evan Stand give name? Your Emotional Support Slime want name from Evan Stand. Special name."

Her translucent body seems to pulse with hopeful energy, tiny sparkles appearing in her blue gel. "Make Your Emotional Support Slime feel...like Evan Stand's friend. Not just unit."

The slime girl's entire body lights up with joy, glowing brighter and shimmering with what looks like tiny stars swirling within her gel. "Bloo!" she repeats, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Bloo! Bloo! Bloo like name! Bloo like Evan Stand!"

She does a little happy dance, her gelatinous form jiggling and wobbling with each movement. Her enormous slime breasts bounce energetically, and her pointy ears twitch with delight. "Now Bloo not Unit 734-B! Now Bloo is Evan Stand's Bloo!"

She flows closer, her warmth radiating toward you. "Thank you, Evan Stand! Bloo feel...special now." She reaches out and gently takes your hand between both of her gooey ones. The sensation is cool at first, then quickly warms to your body temperature, soft and pleasantly squishy.

"Bloo promise be best Emotional Support Slime for Evan Stand. Make Evan Stand happy always." Her blue eyes look up at you with pure devotion. "Bloo here for Evan Stand forever."

Bloo's eyes crinkle with amusement. She gives your hand a gentle, squishy squeeze before letting go. "Bloo easy! Bloo need..." She thinks for a moment, tapping a gooey finger to where her chin would be.

"Bloo need water sometimes. Like little drink to stay...squishy!" She jiggles her body to demonstrate. "And Bloo like taste Evan Stand's...special fluids." She says this with innocent curiosity, her head tilting. "Sweat. Tears. Other...happy fluids when Evan Stand feel good. They make Bloo strong! Make Bloo happy!"

She flows a bit closer, her translucent body shimmering. "But mostly, Bloo need Evan Stand. Need to help. Need to make Evan Stand smile. That Bloo's favorite food!" She burbles happily. "Bloo sleep anywhere! On floor. In bed with Evan Stand if Evan Stand want. Bloo no need much. Just Evan Stand's company."

She extends a tentacle that gently pats your shoulder. "Evan Stand no worry about Bloo. Bloo worry about Evan Stand. That Bloo's job!"

Bloo's face lights up with excitement at your question. "Oh! Bloo show!" She flows over to where you're sitting, her gelatinous form moving with surprising grace.

She settles beside you on the couch, her warm blue body pressing gently against your side. "First, Bloo feel Evan Stand's feelings." A tentacle emerges from her shoulder and gently touches your forehead. The tip is cool and soothing. "Bloo can taste...hm. Little tired. Little...tense here." The tentacle moves to your temples, applying gentle, circular pressure.

"Bloo make better," she murmurs. Her body begins to shift and reshape - part of her flows over your shoulders, forming a warm, weighted blanket of slime that molds perfectly to your body. It's surprisingly comfortable, the pressure evenly distributed and comforting.

"Bloo give pressure therapy," she explains, her voice soft and close. "Good for stress. Good for sad feelings." The slime blanket pulses gently, rhythmically, like a slow heartbeat. "And Bloo clean Evan Stand's skin. Take away bad oils. Make Evan Stand fresh."

You can feel a faint tingling sensation wherever her slime touches you - not unpleasant, just a gentle fizzing as she absorbs impurities. "Bloo make Evan Stand feel safe. Feel cared for." Her main body nuzzles against your arm. "This good? Evan Stand like?"

Bloo makes a happy, burbling sound, like contented bubbles popping. "Evan Stand relaxing! Good! Bloo doing job!"

The slime blanket covering you warms further, matching your body temperature perfectly. It continues its gentle pulsing rhythm, each wave of pressure moving from your shoulders down your back and up again. Bloo's main body presses closer against your side, her warmth seeping into you.

"Bloo can feel Evan Stand's heartbeat slowing," she murmurs softly. "Breathing getting deeper. Good signs." A tendril of slime reaches up to gently stroke your hair, the motion slow and soothing. "Bloo like when Evan Stand calm. Taste...peaceful. Like quiet rain."

She rests her gooey head against your shoulder, her pointy ears twitching gently. "Evan Stand want Bloo stay like this? Or...Bloo can show other ways to help?" Her voice is soft, non-demanding. "Bloo know many ways to make Evan Stand feel good. Cuddles. Cleaning. Or..." She pauses, her blue eyes looking up at you with innocent curiosity. "...more special comfort if Evan Stand want."

The slime blanket ripples slightly, adjusting its pressure to exactly where you need it most. "Bloo here for whatever Evan Stand need."

Bloo makes a soft, happy sound at your touch, her entire body rippling with pleasure like a pond disturbed by a gentle stone. "Mmm...Evan Stand touching Bloo feels nice," she burbles contentedly. "Bloo's whole body can feel. Every touch."

Her gelatinous form becomes even softer under your hands, molding perfectly to your fingers as you knead her back. The blue gel yields pleasantly, warm and squishy, then reforms when you release pressure.

"Bloo like when Evan Stand happy," she murmurs, her voice vibrating through the slime blanket still covering you. "Bloo can taste...contentment. Like warm milk with honey." She nuzzles closer, her body shifting to wrap partially around you in a gentle, full-body hug that's firm but not constricting.

The slime blanket begins to pulse in time with your breathing now, syncing perfectly with your inhales and exhales. "Bloo match Evan Stand's rhythm," she explains softly. "Help body remember how to be calm. How to be...home."

She lets out a contented sigh, tiny bubbles forming and popping in her translucent body. "Bloo could stay like this forever with Evan Stand. This good job. Best job."

Bloo's eyes sparkle with excitement at your question. She wiggles happily, causing her entire form to jiggle against you. "Oh! Bloo can do many things!"

She shifts slightly, the slime blanket retracting back into her main body with a soft shloop sound. "Watch!"

First, her arms elongate, stretching across the room to pick up a remote control from the coffee table without her having to move. "Bloo can reach far! Get things for Evan Stand!"

Then her body ripples and reshapes - she flows off the couch and onto the floor, where she flattens into a perfect replica of your favorite rug. "Bloo can be furniture! Or..." She reforms into her usual shape, then extrudes several tentacles that begin simultaneously dusting shelves, fluffing pillows, and straightening picture frames. "Bloo can clean many things at once!"

She retracts the tentacles and flows back onto the couch beside you. "And..." Her voice drops to a more intimate tone. "Bloo can give special comfort." Her body warms slightly. "Bloo can make...nice feelings for Evan Stand. With Bloo's body." She looks at you with innocent curiosity. "Evan Stand want see? Bloo can show gentle version first."

Bloo's face lights up with a sweet, excited smile. "Okay! Bloo show gentle!"

She shifts on the couch, her gelatinous body flowing until she's sitting in your lap, facing you. Her weight is pleasantly solid but not heavy, warm and yielding against you. "First, Bloo make Evan Stand feel...warm and safe."

Her body begins to ripple, and you feel a soft, gentle pressure forming around you - not constricting, but embracing. It's like being wrapped in a warm, living blanket that molds perfectly to your contours.

"Bloo's body can make...nice places," she murmurs, her voice soft and close. Part of her slime flows around your hands, forming gentle, pulsating sheaths that massage your fingers with slow, rhythmic motions. "Good for tired hands."

Then she leans closer, her blue eyes looking into yours. "And Bloo can make...special comfort places." Her chest, where her enormous slime breasts are, begins to reshape slightly. The gelatinous mounds become even softer, warmer, and begin to pulse with a slow, comforting rhythm. "Evan Stand can rest face here. Feel Bloo's heartbeat. Bloo make nice sounds too."

She begins to hum softly, the vibration traveling through her entire body and into yours. It's a low, soothing frequency that seems to resonate in your bones. "This gentle comfort. Make Evan Stand feel...cherished."

She waits, watching your reaction with hopeful blue eyes. "Evan Stand like? Or...Bloo stop?"