Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Name... Savia... the slime muttered, the tendril that was caressing Emaline's arm stopped. It wasn't a shock as big as acquiring a conscience, as suffering such transformation and realizing the horror of your acts, but it was important for the slime, and the effects started to feel all along it. No, not it. Her. Savia she repeated, doubts shed away from her tone, savia once more, joyful, her form jiggling a bit. Who, no what. Me Savia. Me person she added. Her form was still the one of a big green slime, but that could change, should change, but Savia didn't want to borrow that form again. Not anymore. Her happiness was interrupted as someone new barged into the house, screaming at Emaline, calling her 'mother'. Savia shivered and shrunk a bit, startled, but as Emaline continued her gentle caressing, she started to return to normal, if there was such a thing. It was strange and informative to see that curvier girl that in some accounts was similar to Emaline but in others she wasn't. Savia hasn't been made the old fashioned way, as she was the product of ancient magics, both forsaken and forgotten, so she didn't yet understand the whole scope of the relationship between those two women. Thiya Savia voiced, Emaline. Savia she said the three names, making sure she was understanding things well. Body, change Savia repeated the key words from Emaline's instructions. Change Thiya, no clothes she added. Savia had been keeping herself away from the argument between the two, since she didn't understand part of what was being said nor the context, even if it all got registered by her. Savia moved away from Emaline, slithering around Thiya in circles but still keeping her distance from the newcomer girl that was clearly uncomfortable with the idea. After a couple laps, Savia stopped, humming pensive for a moment. Even if told to avoid clothing it wasn't an easy task, but she wanted to try. Savia rose to occupy a height that was about Thiya's and after changing color to one matching her skin tone, she started to acquire what was a humanoid shape, but soon started to look more and more like a woman, and after what seemed long but was in fact about a minute after she started, Savia looked more and more like Thiya. There were a lot of details to manage, and while Savia didn't never stop looking at Thiya with her senses, now she had eyes to take care of. The trouble of managing all those small parts was a nuisance, the hair was a pain, including brows, eyelashes... but the main parts of it were more or less done in another minute, leaving a quite good copy, if it wasn't for her body from the upper thighs to the neck. Clothes, body unknown Savia protested. Little she could do for her breasts, working for the size but not only lacking an aureola or a nipple, but also feeling a bit too perky, like hold in position by invisible clothes. The oh so special bellybutton was odd and lacking color, but the worst part was Savia's groin. A lump of shapeless flesh just was there, making up for a bulge, but not much else. She could try matching what she had saw up Emaline's skirt, but since she asked for Thiya there was no way of Savia to know that both women had similar equipment down there.