Helen wondered where her eldest daughter Karin had wandered off to. She couldn't see her anywhere in the plaza.
She'd left Gracie, her youngest, in Karin's care, thinking her responsible enough. They'd probably run off to view the public executions that were being held close by. 'Dammit', she thought. 'I told Karin that we couldn't stay to watch them. Their larder was running short on meat, and they needed to go out hunting before sundown. Helen didn't want to dignify the idea of being forced to camp outside the village walls, the odds of survival were... slim.

She walked up and down the square searching high and low through the colourful markets for her two absentee girls.
The executions were winding up for the day. Helen paused to watch as a guard accused of dereliction of duty was fed into one of the produce garden's Gourdplants. The traitorous bitch was walked to the open maw and left alone. The duty of feeding the plant was left to the accused guard herself. There were many worse fates than to be recycled into foodgourds by the plant. Sure, it was considered to be a painful and humiliating death, but if the guard didn't willingly walk to her demise, then she'd surely be re-assigned an to be parasitised by a Grey Stalker. Helen shuddered at the thought of being having most of her brain slurped out, being impregnated with its spawn, and serving a long life as its living eggsac. It was a fate left only to heretics and anti-procreation deviants who preferred the touch of another woman more than a man; the worst crimes their society had.

The guard openly wept as she walked slowly, arms held in a ceremonial low akimbo away from her sides, so that the plant would have clean access to her breasts and pussy. The Gourdplant was an of unusual evolution. Unlike many other species in the World of Bones, the Gourdplant was symbiotic. It had evolved alongside society. It was devoid of tentacles, teeth, or grasping mechanisms. It needed prey to be right next to it to eat, or to be fed... as had been the case for thousands of years as a domesticated crop. In exchange for a regular diet of miscontents, derelicts and vandals, the Gourdplant would provide a village worth of gourds that could be eaten all year round.

The maw opened and the insides of the dull green fleshy pod could be seen. The pink digestion holder was revealed in its entirety. Rather than just an open sack, it followed the contours of its favourite prey: the human female.
It's breast sucking cups reached out eagerly and pulled the guards titties inside, sealing around them and supporting their weight like a fine brazier. The hungry orifices inside began to suck at her erect pink nipples. Off balance, the betraying bitch tottered forwards fully into the embrace of the monster plant. she lowers herself willingly, but hesitantly onto a set of hard, phallic feeding rods. They surge up into her maidenhood, and into the her anus, as she desperately tries to relax it enough to take the probusci into her gently. It doesn't work very well.

The plant finished embracing her fully, turning her into a little slut burrito, with only her crying head sticking out.
"Do you have any last words?" the executioner asks her victim.
"Oh gods... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave my post... I just needed a pouch of water... I was soo thirsty... It's really going to hurt me a lot isn't it?"
"Yes my child."
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee........ EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" she screams as she writhes in undescribable agony as the plant begins to digest her alive.

Helen leaves the scene, finding her daughters takes priority over entertainment.. no matter how enjoyable it might be.
But as the execution crowds thin, and the sun starts to set, she realises that she probably won't be seeing them again. That was the thing about this life, sometimes loved ones just disappeared without a trace. That was the way of the world, Henen thought.

"You wouldn't be looking for that stunning chick that was handwalking that little brown-haired girl would you?"
"What have they done this time?"
"Hehe... nothing bad" the tall, and gorgeous woman replied.. "They got an invitation from my husband to join his harem.
Helen was stunned.. that was great news. she'd need to start organising the parties, oh, and she'd need to write all her friends.
"You should come and watch him as he deflowers your daughters.... There'll be food, wine... and who knows, maybe he'll even give you a good dicking too... gods know your man hasn't been attending to you, you're not even pregnant."

A smile crept onto Helen's face as she followed the young girl back to her husband's breeding room. If this wasn't a mother's proudest day, then she didn't know what would be.

The door opened into a dingy, dust breeding-room space that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned up since the last occupants had passed away. Hell, there were bones strewn along the floors... most of them were still covered in some sort of slime from whatever had killed them. Helen looked up from a small pile of piss and shit to a gelatinous blue sack of slime hanging from the ceiling. Inside it was encased a skeleton, picked clean of all its flesh... and the slime mold.. it looked like Karin?

The surface of the slime formed ample breasts, a perfect vulva, and a divine moaning face curtained by Karin's straight cut locks. It was a Slime Mimic, a creature that little was known about. There were so few survivors of a slime attack, that some thought the Slime Mimic was just a myth; a creature capable of mimicking a person right down to their personality, highly intelligent and indistinguishable from the original... except that the original would have been reduced to a sack of bones that the slime used to stay upright. The reports from scouts said that they were intelligent and lethal, and one had just consumed her beloved Karin.

"No, it's not true... Not Karin." Helen covered her mouth in shock, and wheeled around, coming face to face with her other daughter Gracie. She too was held in a sack of jelly suspended from the dusty rafters, but unlike her older sister, the Slime Mimis wasn't quite done with little Gracie yet. It was only just done flaying the little girl's skin from her petite body. It was in a half melted pose from when it had shed its human disguise; the husband of the supposed harem. Gracie had been enjoying her first taste of anal sex, after an orgasmic round of vanilla missionary, which she had enjoyed immensely. Suddenly, she could feel her guts stinging from the inside as his human flesh transformed into a clear suspension of sapphire liquid.
"Are you still enjoying me inside you child?" The Mimic taunted his prey, as he elevatored her into the air. His proto-cock, still deep in her began to evacuate her intestines in a bloody flow of gore that ran up his shaft and into the main body of the Slime, where it dispersed and was absorbed. Gracie called for her sister to help her... but when she looked around for her, she spied Karin's twitching form, already fully slimed by one of the harem girls, and smoking as her flesh was eroded away by the acrid slop.

Now, Gracie's mother was here too. She tried to call out, get her mama to save her... It'd be alright, all she had to do was yell out, and her mama would fix everything like she always did. But all poor Gracie could manage was a weak whimper. The terrified girl tried to squeeze the air out of her lungs, but no voice came. Her diaphragm pushed hard as she strained all her muscles, but nothing.. A small stream of urine spayed down from between her legs as she relaxed all her muscles and resigned herself to the horror that was to come. It couldn't be worse than this. After all the lectures her mother and teachers gave her about the proper way for a lady to die, and here she was dishonouring her ancestors, and right in as her mother stared on at her. She wasn't sure what was worse, the pain or the humiliation.... No, wait, she was sure... it was the insanity-making agony for sure.

Helen looked back at her host... the young girl's skin had become hollow and... transparent. She stepped back away from the threat in a practiced rotation. Maybe if she could get to a window then...
A Slime Mimic that had been attached to the roof above her, dribbled down over her head and arms. It hauled Helen off her feet, and swung her into the air.

"What did you bring me to feast on today, my queen?" said the enveloping Slime Mimic to the girl who had brought Helen to her doom, and was now embracing Helen in a sexual manner. The bones of the girl, whose form the Mimic Queen had stolen, showed easily through the translucent shell of slime; revealing Helen's ultimate destiny.
The Mimic eating Helen began to excrete the bones of its last victim, adding them to the massive pile of mother of pearl skeletons lining wall to wall.
"I brought you the mother of those two your brother and sister just ate. Now we can wear the skins of a real family together..."
"Fantastic... your highness, she tastes so scrumptious...."
Helen, who had been holding what little breath she had, gasped and swallowed down a mouthful of the scalding slime into her lungs. At least she would have a quick death, she thought as the bubbles of her last air rose inside her killer.
Unfortunately for her, the Slime was another symbiote that had evolved to feast on humans... and it relished live prey. The Slime Mimic was comprised of a highly oxygenated liquid, and whilst extremely stressful to do so, it could be breathed. It wrapped around her jubblies and squeezed and measured their dimensions.
"Hmm, this one has a good rack on her, do you think her ass will look too big on me?"
"Your ass will look just peachy, my little one, besides, all you will need is her pretty little pussy, and you'll have prey lining up around the block to jump inside you." Calmed the Queen as she reached down to pull the folds of Helen’s flower apart with her thin wet fingers.


Gracie stared with dinner plate sized eyes as her mama gushed piss from her furry woman's pussy. She couldn't believe it, her mama, the centre of her world, was a ancestor dishonouring bitch too, just like her.
"Well, you're awfully quiet there 'juicy snack'. Did you enjoy watching you whore mother piss herself? I bet you're wishing that she was pissing you you, so you could guzzle it down like the daughter of a whore you are. Well too bad. You've been a tasty morsel, but its time to finish you off now" With that, the slim man split into two, the smaller slime around Gracie's shivering body. The larger one pulled out its pseudo-penis from the round borehole of her roughly reamed rectum.
"Mazultov!!! It's a girl!" he proclaimed as he birthed a baby slime, which promptly covered Gracie's face and dropped her at the speed of gravity into the floor where she writhed uncontrollably as the Slime Mimic hyper-acidised itself and speedily dug into her soft innards and juicy eyeballs and tender facial muscles. It didn't take long for the tortured preteen to stop kicking and die, leaving a crystaline Slime encrusted kiddie skeleton that was a perfect doppelganger for how Gracie had looked in life, all the way down to the agonised scream that was still on her translucent blue lips.

New Gracie stood up and walked over to the queen.
"Are you my mama?" she asked.
The Queen Slime Mimic bent down and smiled cruelly..
"You are all my beloved children. It warms my heart to see you take your first steps."
New Gracie stretched out, shifting the bones of Old Gracie into a more comfortable position.
"I like this body, it fits me really well."
"That's good child... maybe you can go out and play later... bring some new friends home for dinner."
"I'd like that.."
New Gracie skipped with childish enthusiasm over to New Karin, who bundled her up in a warm hug as they waited for their Old Mother to cease being.

Helen, a shell of her old self, squirmed like a worm on the proverbial hook as she emptied the last of her bladder in her dying humiliation. The Queen MImic rubbed at Helen's clitoris expertly, toying with the delicate bud.
"Settle down... it'll all be over soon, you'll see." as Queenie ramped up her stimulation.
Helen's body climaxed involuntarily, but she was unable to appreciate the pleasure through the unbearable pain of being dissolved into a red paste.
"Honey, stop playing with your food and swallow it." Queenie chastised her progeny.
"Yes mum."
And with that Helen's eyes popped, her tongue bulged out of her mouth, and her bouncing breasts deflated into messy liquid fat, as the Slime Mimic increased its acidity. Smoke rose in great wafts off of her manically thrashing, curvaceous body as it collapsed in on itself and shredded into quickly dissolved tatters.
In the blink of an eye, Helen ceased living, leaving only the framework of her naked skeleton neatly propping up inside the busty new body of her devourer.

New Helen turned to her family, standing expectantly at the front of a breeding room, filled with slimes similarly devouring fresh meat and becoming.
"Well girls." She says to her two Slime daughters and a pink flesh tone creeps up and covers her arms, disguising herself perfectly as the human Helen.
"Does this busty bitch suit me or what? I cannot wait to try these beautiful babies out" she gloats, pirouetting so the girls can see how her boobies jiggle, and her flesh fits over her new bones. The girls smile creepily in tandem, grinning skulls showing like unholy death from beneath the visage of their fake faces.
"Yes mama, you'll have so many to join you... lets go fetch them to join us."

In the World of Bones, that is all a woman is really worth, lunch for something better than themselves. They're all just livestock, Human cattle to the Slime Mimics, awaiting their inevitable slaughter, where they'll scream in vain as they piss and shit themselves like the dirty animals they are.