Slime Clothing Novels & Stories

But when he revealed the clothes hidden inside, my entire world of fantasies crumbled. “What is this?” I asked, my stomach churning as I examined the outfit—if those tiny scraps of fabric could even be called that. The outfit bore some resemblance to the club’s uniform. It was black and white, with a tight vest and a white shirt, but the similarities ended there. The vest looked more like a corset-style belt, and the white shirt had a deep plunging neckline, paired with a tight skirt that seemed to reach knee-length but had a large slit up the side of the leg.

He pointed into the gloom. I increased the light from the globe in my hands, ready to fight, even more ready to run, but saw nothing. Then I noticed movement on the tunnel floor. It was low and flat, and gave off a green glow. It was moving slowly towards us, sliding across the ground. “What is it?” I asked. “A slime,” said Nyx. “Poisonous, probably. Once they attach themselves to you, they don’t let go. Vicious.” It looked like one of those robot vacuum cleaners, but rather than cleaning up, it left a trail of jelly in its wake. It didn’t seem particularly menacing. Slipping on the slime’s trail was probably the biggest danger; might have twisted an ankle.

Not for any reason! She put on the slave clothing. It was light and had torn in some parts. It was also dirty and smelly. She decided to apply some fragrance on her skin. At least, she wouldn't feel like vomiting. Luckily for her today, she hadn't vomited. It was progress. She just hoped she wasn't going to do that while working.

‘But you might want to think about getting dressed first. Andrew followed her gaze, realising he was still only wearing his boxers. The military escorts were looking down as well, smirking at his lean frame compared to theirs. He slammed the door and went off to throw on some clothes.

It was not proper to lift her bosom when wearing her attire; she could only utilize a dudou, a square piece of clothing that was tied at the neck and waist, or a susoyoke, another robe-like material that wrapped around the body and tied in place. “Come, let’s see what it will look like on you,” Sylvia said as she handed another pair of black sheer, laced bras and panties to Jen. “Mam, I mustn’t soil Mam’s clothing with my body,” Jen stated and left in a hurry. “What a weird culture,” Sylvia said and began to change into her new clothing, but found it to be cumbersome but duable. Sylvia then went to a polished metal that was used as a mirror and admired the quality of the outfit and then went

I told him after looking at the sizes. I do Austin’s laundry so, it is hard not to know his sizes, benefits of being a slave I guess, one gets to know things that normal people would not know without asking. “Perfect, now for the formal, if he a suit kind of guy or…?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Austin would never wear a full suit, he would wear a formal shirt with jeans, more like smart casual than complete formal. “Smart casual,” I told him and he nods then pick out a few shirts and jackets and hands them to me then goes and picks our belts, which is something I would have completely forgotten if he was not here, then he picks out shoes that would go with the clothes.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

To think that he’d carried the Supreme Elder in his arms before and might have sullied his immaculate sparkling garments. Tiny Slim quickly scanned the clothing of Maru to look for signs of dust. He sighed in relief to find that there was no visible blemish. The peculiar dress was composed of two luxurious pieces, clearly different from the norm of his co disciples and even that of the elders of the sect, who all wore elegant daoist robes. “You can call me Maru, Tiny Slim. HAHAHA! That’s my name, is it not?” Maru replied glibly and hoped to lighten off the edgy mood of the fat boy.

CHAPTER SIX -THORIN- That night, I found myself in unfamiliar grandeur, donned in clothes far more luxurious than anything I'd ever worn. The shirt was of a fine, white silk that shimmered subtly with every movement, and the breeches were made of a soft leather, dyed a deep burgundy. I felt out of place, yet oddly comforting. The clothes fit as if they were made for me, hugging my form in all the right places.

Kai explained and I nodded still confused but well. I watched the vent bursts out a mist every few minutes. It was even scented. The fuck “This place is insane.” “Yeah,” Dale agreed. “It’s kind of overwhelming the first time but you’ll get used to it.” I doubted that very much. We started in clothing. Shifter clothing. Apparently most fabrics needed to be stretchable, tear resistant, and heat proof in case someone randomly decided to shift in the middle of class. Wonderful. I held up a shirt. “Why is this fireproof?”