It started like most mornings—with Lily sneaking into Mirio's bed and smothering him under her boobs.
"Hubby~" she purred, voice a soft, syrupy whisper in his ear, "It's morning snuggle time~"
Mirio groaned, his face already half-submerged in her chest. "Lily… I have things to do."
She wiggled on top of him, her slime body cool and clinging, her thighs spreading against his waist like soft pillows. "Do them later. Let me melt into you for a bit…"
He sat up—or tried to.
But she didn't move.
In fact, she tightened.
Her gooey thighs reformed around his waist with a slosh. Her arms slipped down like syrup and wrapped behind his back. Then—without warning—her entire lower half poured forward, flowing around his hips, down his thighs, past his knees.
"Lily?!"
She giggled, now fully encasing him from the waist down.
"Reverse slime hug!"
Mirio looked down.
He wasn't just hugged—he was being worn.
Like pants.
She'd molded herself around him, forming a soft, jiggly second skin that squished with every movement. He could still move his legs—barely—but each step felt like wading through warm pudding.
"Lily, I have chores to do!"
"And now I'm helping!" she said cheerfully, bouncing his lower half in place with two thick, jello-like thighs. "Think of me as… squishy support leggings."
"…You're sliding around my butt."
"I love your butt!"
He sighed and started walking. Or wobbling.
As he moved around the house—vacuuming, folding clothes, unloading the dishwasher—Lily giggled and cooed the entire time, her chest squishing into his back, her hips wiggling every time he bent down.
"Good boy~" she purred as he reached for a towel.
"Don't say that while I'm carrying sharp objects," he muttered, sweeping.
"You're doing so well, hubby~ So strong~ So reliable~ So cute when you're covered in slime from the waist down~"
He grunted as her tentacles started to appear—thin, soft strands emerging from her sides, swaying like extra arms. "Wait, what are you—"
"Helping!" she beamed.
One tentacle grabbed a dust cloth and started wiping the counters.
Another flicked the TV remote and turned on his favorite music.
Two more reached for laundry and started folding it—sloppily, but with enthusiasm.
He blinked. "You're… actually useful right now."
She hummed proudly. "Slime-multitasking~"
For a while, it worked. They got through the kitchen, the laundry, and even changed the bedsheets—though Lily kept insisting she wanted to "test the bounce" afterward.
But by noon, things started to unravel.
Literally.
Her mass began to slip lower—just slightly—until her grip around his thighs became noticeably looser.
Then tighter.
Then looser again.
"Lily?"
"I might've… gotten a little excited."
His knees buckled slightly as her inner gel shifted, massaging his hips with every step. "You're squishing my—!"
"Just a little snuggle pressure!" she squeaked.
Her grip fluctuated again—pressing firmly against his crotch and upper thighs, her body pulsing with slow, sensual waves.
He grabbed a counter for balance. "Okay, that's not helping the chores."
"But you're so warm~" she whispered.
Then she spawned another pair of tentacles and coiled them around his waist like a belt.
"I could carry you for a while…"
"No."
"I could bounce for you…"
"Still no."
She purred and squeezed him a little tighter.
"Lily."
"Yes, hubby?"
"Out. Now."
She pouted.
But melted.
With a slow, wet slurp, she slid downward and reformed beside him in her full humanoid shape, still shimmering and blushing.
"You looked really good in me."
"That's not a thing."
"It should be."
He wiped his legs with a towel. "I can't believe I did a full morning's work being worn like slime pants."
She squished up behind him and hugged his waist. "You're my favorite outfit."
"And you're banned from hugging me below the belt for a week."
She gasped. "Hubby nooo~ That's my favorite hugging zone!"
"Nope."
"...What if I do all the vacuuming?"
He paused.
She wrapped a tentacle around the vacuum handle and gave it a little wiggle.
"Fine. But no turning into a skirt."
She grinned. "Deal."
And the slime pants made a comeback twenty minutes later.
With glitter.