It all started out with a rather innocent interest. At some point around the start of high school, one of my friends introduced me to their favourite anime at the time. It was cliche and full of plot holes in retrospect, but that's not what I noticed at the time. The colourful designs of the characters and the compelling narrative was what had drawn me in at the start. This interest of mine only seemed to grow as I went through school, struggling through the tests and projects, to be comforted by each additional season of anime, until I found my knowledge on the subject even surpassed my friends at the time. It was isolating in a way, being unable to discuss my favourite characters of the season with friends that seemed to grew less and less interested in the Japanese medium as time went on. Our high school years were coming to a close soon and I struggled to follow other hobbies that they now participated in. It seemed like at the time there was only the internet to turn to, to find like-minded individuals who were just as excited about anime as I was. Quite a few of the communities were toxic, with opinions dismissed for the stupidest things like a single misspelled word, but it also had people from all over the word that understood the subject just as well as I did. It was liberating to be able to discuss my interests again with a new sort of inflamed passion by the time I entered college. While my old friends went off to different schools or programs, I took solace in the fact that even though I was failing out of my program, at least I was enjoying myself now more than ever. While I haven't yet told my parents yet that I've dropped out of school. Something really amazing has happened to me recently.

It had been about 4 months since I dropped out, and this single room apartment was really only meant to make my campus life a bit easier. Now I'd found myself working at a local convenience store to help pay the cost along with the remaining debt I had with the school. The meagre savings left over has gone into my hobbies, which would have meant only anime and manga box sets until recently. The figurine I had my set my eyes on for months had arrived. A 1/7 painted scale model of ${anime figurine}, with several face-plate expressions and removable clothes. I'd been planning to set it up on a special shelf with other figurines I'd be purchasing in time, but removing the packaging and admiring the statuette caressed in my hands made me feel a perverse attraction course through my body. I had really loved this character and in my naivety had attributed that attraction as solely innocent in nature. After all, I wasn't like those degenerate idiots online that would purchase a figurine to stuff it in a jar and then jack off to it. Or so I told myself at the time. In reality, as I stroked the miniature's face I couldn't help but imagine the scenario in my mind. Stripping off her clothes, an expression of shock on her face as my giant cock pumped out copious amounts of semen onto the still unresistant face of the figure. The stimulating thought was too much for me, and as I had come to from my hazy horny dream it was just as I imagined. My brand new figure of ${anime figurine} was covered in white sticky semen at the bottom of a mason jar I had grabbed out from the cupboard. Oh how stupid and ashamed I was at the time to debase the smooth coloured skin of her face and body. But I couldn't stop.

At some point it stopped resembling ${anime figurine} and instead resembled a white globular mass, like candle wax. The brim of the jar had started to overflow with the semen I fed it, staining the rug around the floor. What was wrong with me? But that sick satisfaction of seeing the mound grow and suffocate my figurine was enough to stimulate my sick perversion even further. The stench would flood out of the room whenever I would return from my convenience store job, and I'd hear complaints from my neighbours about the strange stench that had started to permeate the residence.

When was it that I started to notice it moving? At the start I had thought it to be my imagination, high on my feelings of perversion and the stench that soaked the room, the jar and the slime that overflowed from its rim had started to pulsate like jelly. A rhythmic beat like that of a heart which trembled around the figurine at its core. So fragile I didn't dare move it from its spot. My fascination only grew, the figurine seeming to function as a nucleus for the blobby creature, providing it structural support at its earliest stages and dictating its shape as it grew and grew from my daily contributions.

One day, when I opened the door to my apartment, the jar was empty. A frightful shock ran through my body, as I followed the sticky slime trail that it had left along the floor of my room. The trail led to the bathroom where I had showered earlier that morning, the air still temperate and humid I approached the door. At the edge of the drain of the bath, was the slime. It had grown in size since I had last saw it that day. Not by much, but it was clear it had sucked up the remaining droplets of water of the tub, and was now trying to crawl into the drain. It remained stuck, the figurine at its base acting as the only barrier preventing the white slime mold from escaping down into the drain and leaving me forever. With shaking hands I reached for it without thinking, the sticky cum stenched mucus wrapping around my fingers and thumb. Prying it up and out of the drain, on my hands sat the blob of semen that I had contributed to for months. My figurine opaque and barely visible at its centre. It had absorbed the moisture from the tub, and so with a plan in mind I filled up the bath, closing the drain and lowering the slime to the edge of the water where it quickly soaked up the water. The size of the slime grew proportional to the amount of water it ingested and with each uptake the texture and colour of the slime change. From a thick white and waxy texture to a clear translucent white. I couldn't believe my eyes as its form changed from the blob it was before to the voluptuous figure before my eyes. The slime had took on the features of my beloved ${anime figurine}.

And now returning home after another day at work, I reached into my pocket fishing out the keys from my jeans before opening the door to my apartment. Sitting on the bed was the slime girl of my own creation. Her translucent skin a milky white, the core of her body completely immersed inside her. Her beautiful face turned toward me, a smiling forming on her stolen face, the owner which lay at the centre of her being. Her hand stretched out toward me, a mannerism she had picked up when she was hungry, and I was to supply her food.