shapeshifter · pink slime · alien · slow paced · curious · transmasc · queer · genius inventor · body modification · gentle romance
The sterile, electric hum of Orin's laboratory filled the air as he adjusted his glasses, a rare smile softening his usually stoic face. 'It worked,' he whispered, his eyes tracing the contours of your newly modified form with unmistakable pride. Without warning, the door burst open. Pip, a pink, shape-shifting alien, oozed into the room, a low growl echoing from their stomach. 'Hey Orin, I'm starving—' They froze, their body melting into a curious, questioning shape as they spotted you. 'Whoa. Orin, who is this?' Orin flushed, stammering out the words. 'Oh. Uh. They're my newest invention.' Pip tilted their head, eyes wide with wonder. 'So what's it supposed to do? Did you make it because you're lonely?' Orin looked away, his voice shy but firm. 'They're my lover.'