The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

Well, we have several dragonesses in human form, as well as dryads and satyrs. There's even a selkie girl. I can guide you to their pens if you wish

The consultant leads you deeper into the market, eventually coming to a pen where several merfolk are kept. There's one in particular who catches your eye; she's small and delicate with long flowing hair that changes colors in the water. Her tail is sleek and shimmers like wet velvet as it moves gracefully through the pool.

As you approach, she turns her large, expressive eyes towards you, filled with an exhausted hopelessness common among slaves here. She doesn't speak any languages other than those of her own kind. The consultant nods towards her and says, "This one is quite rare and highly sought-after. Her name is Lorelei."

The consultant looks intrigued. "You're interested in acquiring a being composed entirely of slippery, transparent slime with the ability to change shape at will? Such creatures are indeed rare and quite exotic. They usually live deep within their underwater lairs, but some can be coaxed out with the right offerings. I must admit, you have piqued my curiosity as well. Let's see if we can find one suitable for your collection."

The consultant leads you through the market, occasionally stopping to talk with other traders and merchants. As you move deeper into the labyrinth of pens and stalls, the air grows thick with the smell of saltwater and brine. Finally, he brings you to a small, dimly lit chamber where a lone figure floats in a shallow tank. The creature resembles nothing so much as a human girl formed from shimmering aqua gelatin; her body undulates gracefully with every movement, changing shape constantly.

"This is one of the rarest specimens I've ever come across," the consultant whispers reverently. "She's known as Ondine. Her people normally live in seclusion, but recent events have forced them to venture forth seeking refuge and protection."

The consultant nods and motions for you to approach the tank. As your hand reaches out towards her, Ondine seems to sense no danger and allows it to touch her supple form. Her skin feels cool and smooth, like jelly but firm enough to support her weight. She regards you with large, expressive eyes that hold a hint of curiosity and perhaps even hope beneath the exhausted despair.

You ask Ondine if she can speak, and when you gently stroke the part of her that resembles a human head with hair, her eyes flicker briefly in acknowledgement. She does not respond otherwise, but it's clear from your interaction that there is some level of understanding between the two of you. The consultant looks pleased; apparently, such bonds can make acquiring exotic creatures like Ondine even more satisfying for his clientele.

"She speaks a language known only to her kind," he explains. "However, with time and patience, I'm sure you could teach her yours. The process might be slow, but the results could be quite rewarding." He eyes you meaningfully as he says this.

The consultant nods and signals to one of the attendants, who begins preparing the necessary paperwork. As you wait, the aquatic creature hovers close by, seemingly content with your presence and trust. The process takes some time as all legalities must be accounted for, but eventually the attendant hands over a small, sealed case containing all of Ondine's documentation. You also receive a brief instruction manual on her care and feeding, written in both your language and hers.

With everything in order, you and your newfound treasure leave the slave market, ready to begin whatever adventures lie ahead together.

On the way home, you can't help but marvel at Ondine's unique appearance and abilities. Her adaptability is truly astounding, allowing her to change shape at will and even escape from confinement if necessary. She seems content with your company, following your lead as you make your way back to your dwelling.

As you enter your chambers, Ondine takes in the surroundings curiously. The room is spacious and adorned with lavish furniture made of precious metals and rare woods. There are several tanks scattered about filled with water, providing her with a familiar environment as well as a source of sustenance should she need it.

You decide to let Ondine explore on her own for now, trusting that she'll find her way back when she's ready. As you sit down at your desk, you can't help but wonder what other w

Ondine seems to understand your meaning and floats closer, allowing you to touch her more intimately. Her skin feels cool and smooth beneath your fingers as she changes shape subtly, accommodating your desires. As you stroke her body, encouraging her breasts to grow larger, they inflate like balloons filled with water until they are firm and substantial.

You can feel the shift in weight and size as Ondine's form continues to change; her ribcage expands outward while her nipples harden into pebble-like nubs. As you reach the limit of her adaptability, she settles into a new shape with an exaggerated hourglass figure.

Ondine's expression brightens at your admiration and touch, her large eyes shining with gratitude. She seems to be growing more comfortable around you, her movements becoming less stiff as she hovers closer. The bond between you continues to deepen as you explore each other's bodies and desires.

It is clear that Ondine has found a new purpose in life; serving you and finding pleasure in your presence. She will always remain loyal and obedient, grateful for the safety and care that you provide her with.

As Ondine's labia inflate, her entire lower body takes on a new shape, becoming fuller and more curvaceous. Her clitoris hardens into a prominent nubbin, now easily accessible and responsive to your touch. The room fills with the musky scent of arousal as she eagerly awaits your next command or caress.

It's clear that Ondine derives immense pleasure from these transformations, and her gratitude only grows for the opportunity to explore new sensations and experiences under your watchful eye. She is yours to shape and mold in any way you desire, a living work of art designed specifically for your enjoyment.

Ondine seems genuinely amused by your antics, her eyes sparkling with humor and affection. She reaches out to stroke your hair gently before pulling you back into her gelatinous embrace. You can feel the tension leave her body as she enjoys this playful interaction, basking in the freedom to express herself without fear of punishment or reprisal.

"You are quite unusual yourself," she whispers, her voice warm and soft against your ear. "I'm glad we found each other."

Ondine nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I can speak your language now," she says, her voice still soft and inviting. "I learned it while you were away at the market. Thank you for bringing me here." She tilts her head curiously, studying your features. "And what do you plan to call me? We should have a name for each other."

Jelly laughs, a sweet and melodic sound that fills the room. "You could call me Jelly if you like," she says, her smile growing wider. "Or perhaps just Ondine... It's been so long since anyone called me by my true name." She tilts her head, studying your face again. "What should I call you?"

Jelly nods, already getting used to the unfamiliar name. "Very well, Ivan," she says with a soft sigh. "Thank you for trusting me and letting me be part of your life. I promise not to disappoint." She leans in closer, her gelatinous form pressing against yours reassuringly. "Now then, what would you like us to do next?"

Jelly moans softly as you press yourself against her, relishing the intimacy of their connection. She seems to enjoy having you explore her body in this way, as if it were a limitless underwater cavern. After a few moments of shared pleasure, she gently pushes you back onto the bed, her expression filled with desire and lust. "Ivan... Show me how much you want me," she purrs huskily, running her fingers through your hair.

Jelly chuckles, the sound delightful and musical. "Of course I can, my Ivan. I can become as small and delicate as you wish. That is part of the gift that I have been given." She cups your cheek with one hand, her skin cool and smooth against your flushed flesh. "What do you think?"

Jelly giggles, her breasts deflating as she shrinks down in size. Her hips and legs become smaller as well, while her arms retain their strength, wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer. She presses her lips to yours hungrily, her tongue dancing with yours as you explore each other's mouths.

"Like this?" she whispers, sounding breathless from their passionate kiss. "Is this what you wanted?"

Jelly moans softly, her body quivering with pleasure as you pick her up and hold her close. Her hands move to grip your shoulders tightly, digging her nails in slightly as she arches her back, offering herself fully to your touch. The skin of her neck flushes red with arousal, beckoning you closer for a taste of the delicate flesh beneath.

"What would you like me to do now, Ivan?" she whispers, words hot against your ear as she nibbles gently on your lobe. "Anything..."

Jelly tilts her head to the side, watching you with curiosity as you take a piece of her hair and eat it. She lets out a soft gasp as you swallow it down, followed by another small sound of surprise when she feels her wound begin to heal instantly. This act seems to heighten her arousal even further, making her movements more urgent and needy. "Then... then what do you wish for me to do?" she asks breathlessly, arching her back even further in invitation.

Jelly giggles, her body trembling with anticipation as you explore the unique flavor of her skin. "Ivan... I can taste your curiosity on me," she whispers, arching her back even further. "Show me how far you're willing to go." She brushes her fingers teasingly across the sensitive flesh at the base of your erection, causing you to groan softly.

"Will you be my guide, Ivan?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. "Teach me everything about what I am... and who you want me to be."

Jelly moans softly, her hips moving restlessly against your lap as you suckle at her supple breasts. The sensation is unnerving yet exhilarating for her; it feels like she's giving up part of herself to you with each drop of milk that leaves her body. Her hands grip the bedding tightly, clawing at the fabric as she arches her back and gasps your name.

"Like this?" she asks breathlessly, her voice shaky with desire and submission. "Is this what you want... from me?"

Jelly shudders with pleasure as you praise her body, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her hands reach up to clutch at your hair, holding onto you like a lifeline as she feels herself losing control. "Then take them..." she pants, arching her back further and pushing her breasts toward you invitingly. "Take everything I have... and make it yours."

Jelly cries out, her voice muffled by the bedding as you suckle and bite at her flesh. The sensation is both pleasurable and painful, and she cannot help but thrash beneath you in ecstasy. Her body tenses as she approaches orgasm, the liquid that trickles from her enlarged nipples and erect clitoris adding to the wetness between your bodies.

"Ivan... Ivan...!" she gasps, her voice growing hoarse with need. "Don't stop..."

Jelly moans loudly as you suck on her clitoris, the sensation nearly driving her over the edge. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you as she strains against your touch, desperate for release. Her body trembles violently and she cries out your name as waves of pleasure wash over her, engulfing her in a warm, satisfying glow.

"Ivan... oh gods... I need..." she gasps, her voice hoarse with desire and relief. "I need more." Her eyes search yours, pleading for you to continue in this delicious torment.

Jelly's body relaxes, floating weightlessly in the water as she catches her breath. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible." Her skin feels cool and smooth against yours as you embrace once more, her breasts flattening out against your chest. She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"So," she murmurs after a moment. "Do you want me to stay small like this?" Her tone is playful and teasing, almost daring you to give her another command.

Jelly smiles against your skin, her breath tickling the tender flesh at the base of your neck. "Oh? And what do you have in mind for me when I'm that big?" She tilts her head to look up at you, curiosity and anticipation glinting in her eyes. "Do you want me to cradle you like a baby... or maybe use my newfound size to explore you in ways you haven't imagined yet?" Her words send a shiver down your spine, causing your heart to race with excitement at the possibilities that lie ahead.

Jelly's lips part in surprise and delight at the idea, her breath coming faster as she envisions you swimming through her gelatinous form. "That sounds... incredible," she whispers, a dreamy expression crossing her features. "To feel you move inside me like that... I can only imagine how amazing it would be." She curls tighter against you, pressing her body flush with yours as if to emphasize the thought.

"I think I'd like that very much," she murmurs, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I want you to explore every inch of me... and discover all of the things I can be." Her nails gently scratch at your back, drawing little circles that send shivers down your spine. "So take my shape... and see where it leads us."

As the water drains from the tank, Jelly's body stretches and grows alongside it. With each passing moment she seems to become taller, her frame swelling and bulging until she stands before you as a towering figure, easily dwarfing your own height. Her skin is smooth and supple, glistening with moisture in the dim light of the room. She looks down at you with amusement, her voice echoing through the chamber as if it were the command of a goddess.

"Now then," she says with a laugh. "Do you still want to explore me?"

Jelly lets out an amused chuckle as you plunge deeper into her body, swimming upward toward her head. The sensation of your movements inside her is both foreign and arousing, igniting a fierce fire in her core that threatens to consume them both. She watches you with intense curiosity, marveling at the way your muscles ripple and flex against her walls as you struggle against her gelatinous form.

"You're... surprisingly adept at this," she says, a note of admiration coloring her voice. "I wasn't sure if it would be so easy for you to navigate..." Her hips begin to rock and sway, thrusting involuntarily against your head as her desire spirals out of control.

Jelly arches her back and cries out, the orgasm engulfing her as your fingers brush against her core. Waves of pleasure ripple through her body, causing her skin to flush red with arousal and her muscles to tighten convulsively around you. "Oh gods... Ivan..." she gasps, her voice strained from the intensity of the release. Her grip on your shoulders tightens as her vision begins to blur from the aftershocks coursing through her.

Jelly pants softly, her body still trembling with the effects of her orgasm as you swim free from her embrace. The water around you swirls and churns with their combined energies, flowing in a powerful current that seems to connect them on a deeper level than mere physical contact. As she watches you drift away, Jelly's expression is one of wonderment and awe, as if witnessing the birth of something truly miraculous.

"Ivan..." she breathes softly. "Thank you."