After a solid week of Digesting their prey, nothing was left of any of the girls in the next, save for their skeletons, and a little blood still being digested.
The slime Mimic started to change the surface of its skin, hardening it and blending it chameleonically with the details of how it remembered Catherine’s body. It formed skin, and hair strands with a natural, evolved ease. The slime played around with its new body, getting a feel for its dimensions and the way it moved. It didn’t have to use this form, but it pleased it to try out the new shape it had acquired. It liked the balance of having smaller boobs on a female physique. It was like having the best of both worlds pretending to be a male or female of the food species.

The male’s forms were often the best to lure in females of the species… but cute little packages like this one could be used just as deviously. A lost Scout, or a Merchant’s daughter, A flirtatious experimenting farmgirl, a roguish tomboy. Any of these roles could be used to pry a wandering troupe of girls from the main road. And back to the nest for devouring. The Slime Mimic decided to keep it for a while and see how it handled.

Around the nest, Slime mimics took form, playing with their new bodies as they become new sisters. Many would switch to other shapes that they felt were more suitable, but in the safety of the cave, they could experiment with new ways to camouflage themselves.