Eternity Cube: That slimey, sinking feeling.

Shampoo sneered.  She had spotted the trap —a discoloured patch on the floor— with ease of practice after years of Mousse's tricks.  Leaping over it was a small step for a martial artist of her calibre.

Which was her mistake.

Sayuri and Yuka were untrained in the Art, Nabiki and Kasumi hadn't practiced for years, Kodachi was quite skilled but without her usual tools, and Shampoo had to grudgingly admit that Akane was somewhat competent, but she herself was the best of them all.  Where Nodoka fell on this wide range of ability was unknown, but also irrelavant.  Their Art took advantage of loopholes in the laws of physics that were plugged in the current continuum.  This leveled the playing field dramatically.

Much worse, Shampoo did not know it.  When she tried to skip over the trap with an effortless bound, the result fell considerably short of her expectations.  With a little practice she would have been able to compensate but, while her reflexes were off, she was actually the clumbsiest of them all.

By the time she realised what was wrong, it was a little late for her to start practicing too.  Also a little hard.  Her feet landed on the patch of 'concrete' and sank into it with a squelch.  "Aiya!  What is this this stuff being?" Shampoo complained as she tried to pry her legs free.  "Nasty stuff be feeling likes mud and sticking likes taffy!"  And so it was and her enfeebled efforts were of no help.  "Is no good pullings.  Shampoo be like Brere Rabbit with a tar baby!"

Realising that she was only sinking further into the goo filled pit trap, she stopped struggling to look for something to help climb out.  It made no difference, for the ooze was was climbing up her legs whether she struggled or not.  Her hands latched onto a pipe and she hauled away.

It was harder than she expected, and not just because her strength had been leeched away by the change in dimensions.  The goop adhered to her legs and sucked back as hard as she pulled.  But inch by inch, her leverage started making progress, and the slime reacted with furry.

It bubbled and frothed, then ejaculated strands that thickened into creamy tentacles and wrapped about her waist.  It was then that Shampoo realised what she was truely facing.  "Iyi yiyi yie!  Gooey stuff is not just icky stuff, stuff is icky monster!"

Puddles was not about to let his pretty meal escape.  The taste of her shapely legs has wetted his appetite.  His substance expanded out of the hole like quick baking yeast or an washing machine overflowing with suds.  Shampoo was rappidly engulphed, her clothing ripped apart and spat out as Puddles oozed up over her body.  Her hand was last to be submerged in the creatures mass.  It clenched the pipe in futile resistance while Puddles forcefully invaded her interior with plunging tentacles.

Then she let go and the hand sank beneath the wave of latex goo.  Puddles began to happily digest his luscious meal; slowly converting her protoplasm into a living, rubbery mass of suspended animation.

Coocooned within the blob, Shampoo found the process strangely pleasant.  The globs pulsing into her quivering orifices filled her with warm orgasms.  The slime pulsing around her hugged her body in an embrace that was like being swallowed with kisses.  Thoughts of resistance or escape from her fate faded into acceptance.

Puddles excreted the remainder.  Shampoo's body emerged like a giant gelly baby, but slowly took on definition.  Her breasts had been swolen like balloons, and her skin shone like polished rubber — which it was.  Her mouth was open in a wide oval of permanant suprise and her legs spread apart in a fixed invitation.

Watching on the close circuit, Tina could not wait to accept the dolly's embrace.  But first things first.  "Puddles, dahlink, I hope you haven't filled up.  You've still got lots more lovely prey to catch, Sweety!"

Meanwhile…