Novice Reincarnator

I barely made it home in time. If I was five minutes later, then my [Weak Bladder] would have exploded. Registering Lime as my contracted beast took longer than I expected. The cat Beastman had a fed up expression at the extra work I put on his plate, but he dutifully got everything done in a quick and efficient manner.

“Ah, sweet freedom!”

The first thing I did after relieving my bladder was to loosen the bandages binding my breasts. I hadn’t realized how suffocatingly tight my chest was until it was freed from captivity.

Lime sat motionless at my side, waiting for instructions. I sat down on my computer chair and hugged Lime to my stomach. Contracting Lime was my primary reason for entering the Slime Corridor dungeon.

My dungeon diving activities were limited to night to minimize my chance of encountering another explorer. I wanted to spend as much time in the dungeon as possible, but [Weak Bladder] prevented me from spending more than an hour away from the toilet.

1 hour a day was not nearly enough time to dungeon dive. That is where Lime came in. I first got the idea when I saw the washing machines in the Upper Realm commonly used specially trained slimes to clean clothes.

Many different services took advantage of slimes to clean up garbage and waste products. I wasn’t the first explorer who worried about what to do if they needed to pee while in the middle of exploring a dungeon.

It was a rather common problem for students of Saint Mikhail Explorer Academy. Desperate female explorers had negotiated with the academy to allow for a brief five minute black out window to allow the party of explorers to take a bathroom break unobserved.

I wasn’t about to lower my shorts and take a piss in the dungeon if I could help it. After all, I was a girl now. I couldn’t go to the bathroom standing up like when I was a man. It was entirely possible for a monster or another explorer party to catch me with my shorts down, especially when I was a solo explorer.

Another option was to use clean magic, but this was again out of my reach. Hornless demons were notoriously bad at using magic. The final option was to make use of a slime. Slimes swallowed all kinds of garbage and gradually converted it into magical power.

I grabbed a bottle of my favorite Dr. Pep and spilled a few drops of it on my hand.

“Clean up my hand, Lime.”

Lime followed my command and enveloped my hand with its body. When I had Lime withdraw, my hand returned to a clean state without any sign of the spilled Dr. Pep. My experiment was a success. With the right commands, Lime wouldn’t damage my clothes either.

I quickly took off my shorts and stood up. I tended to dress lighter at home, meaning I was only in a pair of panties and a loose school dress shirt. For the sake of the experiment, I also had my breasts bound as tightly as possible. I took a moment to steady my heart before giving my next command.

“Lime, form a pair of women's briefs on my hips.”

My obedient contracted beast climbed up my legs and wrapped around my hips. The cool, slimy sensation against some of my sensitive spots caused me to shiver. Lime had no idea what women brief’s looked like, but my connection allowed the slime to understand my intentions.

A pair of women’s briefs formed over my underwear, but they were laughably too big. Lime had too much mass to fit into a small area of cloth. The extra mass only thinned out after I had the rest of Lime’s body extend up to my neck as a pseudo leotard.

This form had the added benefit of allowing me to flatten my body line and make my curves less noticeable. My bound breasts were barely present when I wore my white hoodie over everything.

I had taken another step towards distancing my appearance from the big breasted loli monster that peed herself. There was one last thing I had to verify. My [Weak Bladder] didn’t make me wait long.

My face flushed bright red from embarrassment as I sat on the toilet with Lime wrapping my body as a second layer of clothes. Somehow, knowing that I was going to be intentionally wetting myself with my clothes still on was causing me to be unable to calm down even though I had already encountered it several times by accident.

I was still normal. I wasn’t a pervert. I swear!

My lower body relaxed itself and an unfortunately familiar sensation soaked my crotch. Something brushed aside the wet cloth and suddenly, a cool, slimy sensation was pressed against my most precious place.

“W-Wait, no! Not there”

Once the stream started to flow, I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Additionally, my panicked words weren’t coherent enough to constitute a command. As a result, my living slime leotard took matters into its own hands.

It never crossed a line that shouldn’t be crossed, but I had a dead look in my eyes by the time it was over. My experiment was a success, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to be happy. An embarrassing accident happened despite my every intention to prevent exactly that.

Lime didn’t work well with clothing. My underwear and clothing was uncomfortably bunched up, especially when they got in the way of Lime’s food. I couldn’t even sweat or else my clothes would end up in disarray.

The bandages binding my breasts were still okay, but Lime would have to be in direct contact against my skin everywhere else. That meant I couldn’t wear any underwear while my slime was on my body.

TS commando demon girl? Well, at least it had a better ring to it than Peeing Princess.