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Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Accompanied by the wonders of Thiya's body, there were many unexplained details, wondrous in nature. The rib cage behind those luscious breasts, the gentle heaving of Thiya's chest each and every breath, the wonderful feeling of warmth...

Thiya herself never thought she'd be so entranced by these features herself but she hadn't seen them from this perspective yet. Looking at yourself from above and in a critical light, checking yourself over was very different than seeing another person have your looks. She tried to pose without complaining, letting the girl roam over her body, discover it. It felt oddly nice, oddly flattering. Of course the girl had no standard of beauty, nonetheless, it seemed very flattering. And because the girl had no standard of beauty, she displayed her form in truth with nothing changed about it. And it allowed her to see that she was, in reality, a very beautiful woman. And they hadn't even progressed to her favourite part yet.

Those breasts, so round and firm, perfect to overflow your hands with warm and delightful flesh. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling that was building up below. Perhaps she was getting too excited about it? She could hardly mess around with herself after all and this slime was still very much child-like, even thinking about it would be inappropriate.

Forcing herself to feel bad about it, she was able to feel a little better about the girl drawing her hand to her bosom. Still, she'd lie if she said she was unaffected by being able to touch such a generous-looking bosom, even if it felt more like a stone right now.

She nodded as the girl asked, allowing her to feel her own. She was more curious than anything now. She had a girlfriend, she knew how it felt, much much better of course, but she also knew how it felt from other women. It was perhaps a very weird standard to measure someone by but perhaps, if this girl managed to make it feel as nice as any teasing girl her age, 'exploring' a little, wouldn't she be able to achieve the same kind of physical happiness she could achieve with other women? Perhaps not in that sense, but there would be a chance that she could find her own woman someday. Food for thought...

Drawing the slime's hand back with her, she put it atop her bountiful eye catchers, gently nodding, adopting a tone that she had clearly inherited from her mother. "Feel..." she said, gentle, soothed by her previous thoughts. She was supposed to meet up again with her girlfriend now. It was a little unfortunate that her mother had caught her snooping around. Maybe she could tell her about this weird experience later.
 
Savia could instantly feel how different proper breasts were from the replicas on her own chest as soon as Thiya took one of her hands to her breasts. Savia understood her gentle feel word as the permission it was, so she proceeded to take both of her hands to Thiya's chest so she could understand better its workings. Enveloping both of them, each with an open hand that couldn't grasp the whole mass of it, Savia dug her fingers into the giving yet firm surface, stopping when Thiya shuffled uncomfortable. It was eerily similar to the slime's default feel, at least in part, but they had a heat to them, a softness that wasn't just felt to the touch, but almost with the thought of them.

After groping them a while to get a sense of how they felt all around, Savia lifted them up a bit, then letting go of them, she eagerly watched them jiggle briefly before setting. "Ah!" she gasped, part interested, part amused, repeating the process once more, looking at how the breasts were joined at the rest of the chest. So simple they looked from the outside and they were yet so complex, Savia was just starting to figure out the wonders of a body. After that it was time for the nipples to get examined. Savia first traced a finger around Thiya's areolas, examining the color difference with the rest of the breast, and soon proceeded to poke the plump bumps, flicking and pinching them.

"Hmmm" Savia hummed, as while she inspected the nipples, they got slightly bigger and way harder. Touching them more and more, Savia wanted to see if they got any bigger or harder, but seeing that they didn't change further and Thiya seemed uncomfortable with them, she stopped. Focusing on her own body now, Savia applied all she had learned to make her breasts as Thiya's, matching them perfectly, or so she hoped. "Feel breasts and nipples" Savia invited both women to check them to see if they were right, although her faces seemed a bit weird when presented with the invitation.
 
Thiya didn't quite know how she would proceed, neither did she know how the slime would proceed. She was almost expecting her to squeeze the life out of them but remembered her previous thoughts. They opened up the question of how much you had to do before you were a woman before you could lie with a woman. Did you have to be able feel? Did you have to look the part? Did you have to act the part?

She felt the slime's colder hands against her bosom, causing her to bite her lower lip. It felt nice, so refreshing. It wasn't that the slime's hands were cold, more than her bosom was so extraordinarily warm. She waited with baited breath for the slime to start probing her sensitive bosom. Soon, the slime began, causing Thiya to shuffle when the slime dug her fingers into the perky flesh.

Her breasts were very sensitive, her nipples not only crowning them physically but also in effectiveness. a sudden flick made Thiya nearly whimper in pleasure, her muscles tense. The pinch just made it worse, and she wasn't even done yet. Perhaps she had been able to keep herself from fantasizing about her girlfriend or the slime until now, but this was a more direct form of stimulation.

Before she knew it, she felt blood pumping into her manhood at a rapid pace. The body's blood reserve poured in, forcing her manhood to grow stiffer and ultimately bigger and bigger...

Releasing a pleasured whimper as Savia continued to probe her nipples, she lowered her hand to her skirt, opening the belt that held it up before unwrapping it. Now, much of her long, luscious legs were exposed and her genitalia free. Her balls were definitely bigger than Emaline's, not to mention her manhood, though that was partly because it just kept growing.

Bigger and bigger to a degree that would seem weird to the slime, the cover was straining to keep up. Thiya had to reach for it, which was a little hard since it was slowly being forced out of her range. Nonetheless, she managed to reach the little rope that bound it before it slid off. It revealed a spire of flesh, by far the biggest part of the human body. Universal measurements had not been invented yet, but the thing was nearly as wide as the girl, and nearly as tall too. Perhaps a foot or so less of the latter, but it was still humongous. This was certainly not something she had inherited from her mother.

And after releasing the two ropes that kept the cloth around her balls, the material dropped down to reveal two glorious orbs, hanging a bit lower now that they've been released. Still, they were much bigger than Emaline's, not too mention the thick, hard, veiny spire above them.

Thiya's looked rather embarrassed, something that made the slime stop. At least she had been standing more to the side, so she wasn't pushed away during the growth or anything.

"Well...that saves us some time," Emaline said with a rather amused expression on her face, causing her daughter to glare at her. "Don't worry Thiya..." she said, though Thiya's discomfort means she was going to approach this a little differently.

"Thighs," she said, pointing at Thiya's thighs as she neared the slime, her voice gentle and soothing once more. "Balls," she continued, slowly moving to them before she went up to the obelisk of a shaft. "Penis, Dick," she explained, trying to make the slime understand that there were two words for something. She pointed at the tip, the slightly exposed glans greeting the slime with an unfamiliar sight. "Don't touch," she said, before moving on. "Vagina, don't touch," she said, pointing behind Thiya's balls to her feminine parts. The slime didn't need to explore them to figure out to simulate them. It wasn't all too important for her anyways, it's not like she would be using it a lot for now. "Ass," she said, pointing to Thiya's curvy rump, purposefully not mention her asshole just so her daughter wouldn't hate her. "Hips," she said, drawing a line from Thiya's lower waist along the slope of her hips.

"Change," she said, smiling gently, hoping she got her concerns across. Getting too handsy would be very uncomfortable for Thiya, not that this wasn't already, but it was just this once. She only hoped the slime wouldn't think that it was hard by default. Nonetheless she could already see the question coming. Understandable of course, but she had to think of a way to explain it how sensitive parts led to different reactions, and without getting on Thiya's bad side.
 
Before Thiya or Emaline had the chance to check if Savia's breasts were properly mimicked, something extraordinary happened that had her equal parts disoriented, amazed and curious. Thiya seemed to be in trouble, her expression making Savia back off, eyeing wildly the whole process in a vain attempt to understand it, seeing it unfold before her. "Ah!" Savia yelped, surprised. "Thiya change!" added, not knowing that those women were also able to shift their appearance, at least to a degree. "Emaline change?" she wondered, not knowing if her parts could also change like that. On the most basic appearance, there wasn't much difference between the components of what Thiya was now blatantly showing and what Savia had peeked under Emaline's skirt earlier, but the size disparity now was tremendous.

Savia started to nod to Emaline's words for each part, tilting her head to the warnings of not touching certain parts. She was confused, since the only common thing those parts had between them was that were hiding below clothes, but the breasts were too and she was allowed to feel them. "No feel" she nodded, there would be time to understand it further along, Savia knew that the things she didn't understand yet were many. Approaching Thiya from the side, she carefully poked at her hips and thighs, trying to get the feel of the parts she could touch, finding that most of them worked more or less than expected. The ass was perhaps the most mysterious, as when she groped it, Savia noticed that there was something strange in the middle of it. "Ass mouth? No mouth. Different" she said, noticing that it had no lips whatsoever. Leaving it be and not touching further just in case, Savia started to admire the strange growing parts of Thiya that now almost obscured the rest of her.

"Balls biggest, penis biggest, Emaline smaller" Savia muttered, examining the differences. "Vagina smaller, Emaline biggest" she added, remembering the bigger lips that Emaline had down there. "Feel unknown. Savia change" she finished, sounding a bit bummed, her natural curiosity stifled by some boundaries she couldn't understand. Savia mimicked Thiya's enormous assets perfectly, or at least they looked fine, but every time she moved it showed that she wasn't aware of the feel, how giving the different tissues were, how much they weighted. As good as Savia's senses could be, there was a limit on how much she could learn without a touch. Thiya and Emaline saw that Savia had no trouble into making her total mass bigger, and Emaline had seen her mimic small stuff like a seat, so it was a wonder what sizes and shapes could Savia reach without trouble.

Positioning around the room was now getting a bit harder, since between Thiya and Savia now occupied plenty of space. Savia didn't seem as uncomfortable as Thiya was with the change, obviously being more able to control her shape and feeling no embarrassment, but she also seemed unhappy with the results, poking at her own enormous penis to see it move and sway, looking disappointed with the result.
 
Emaline really couldn't hide her chuckling anymore, something that irritated Thiya to no end. The girl couldn't exactly compare an erect penis to copying one's looks down to the last eyebrow. It took a while for her to register, but the slime had just yelped in surprise. That was a very......humanoid thing to do. Emaline took a little longer to notice, but a proud smile appeared on her face as soon as she did. Savia would be a real member of society in no time.

Savia didn't seem to get what Emaline meant though. It was fine, it was the kind of misunderstanding that didn't even need a language barrier to happen. She stood close to the slime until she finished her examination, giving her some space. Thiya meanwhile tried her very best to lose her erection, but it wasn't easy when someone was groping your rump like that. It was again a rather sensitive part of hers. Not only that but the slime was slowly starting to finish its changes.

Emaline interrupted the slime for just a little bit to feel her bosom. She knew that Thiya would probably be too embarrassed to do it and this slime was starting to feel like a daughter to her. She had no home to speak of and to her knowledge no parents, so there had to be someone to take care of her. And she was still distraught thanks to previous events. They...they were certainly a good copy.

For a second she was reminded of past times, something that made her let go immediately. She didn't like being reminded of her love in the middle of something, it caught her off-guard. It made her feel weak and depressed. There was nothing in the world that could replace Thiya's father. Though perhaps it was unfair to have these thoughts while she was supposed to enable a girl's entry into society. Firmly banishing those thoughts, she gentle patted Savia's shoulder, feeling almost as if she were patting Thiya's. It was the same shoulder after all. "The breasts are well done," she said, ignoring the whole modesty aspect for now.

The girl even seemed to be able to point out the differences in sizes. It was always good to practice. Thiya, however, had other problems right now. Namely, Savia's looks. Savia was growing out below, copying her looks down to the vein on her throbbing tree trunk of a cock. And she was so incredibly hot. Of course, there were a lot of girls as hot as her around but at least she could somewhat understand what her girlfriend saw in her. Her reproductive instincts certainly seemed to like what they were looking at.

She did, however, look somewhat disappointed with herself. Emaline quickly took the initiative, gently making her take a few steps forward so that she could touch the side of Thiya's cock. Gently drawing her hand to the lower slope, she let her lift it a little, or at least try to. When erect the penis was significantly heavier than when it was flaccid, so lifting it was quite different than anything else. It was very heavy, but not too heavy as to make lifting overly difficult. Though things would be perhaps a little more difficult should there be anyone bigger than Thiya.

Now, Emaline led Savia along a little further, allowing her to touch Thiya's balls. It became clear that it was one solid object inside with a thick sack surrounding it. And it was surprisingly heavy as well compared to its size in relation to her cock. Emaline allowed the slime to touch a little more and get the shape correctly before she gently guided her away, running her hand through her hair to soothe her. If everything goes well, Savia should look like a gorgeous young lady in a few seconds. It wasn't time for her to go outside just yet though. It wouldn't be good to have an exact duplicate walking around. Emaline would allow Savia some peeks out the door into the surrounding village and try and teach her how to make her very own face. It would be hard, but worth it nonetheless, especially for Savia. She had become a person, but now she would have to become herself.
 
Emaline's touch and compliments soothed Savia's discomfort, as she seemed to be doing a good job. Accepting Emaline's directions, as it had been her the one that instructed what parts she shouldn't touch, Savia grazed Thiya's genitals here and there, a mostly delicate endeavor was enough to make her comprehend what she had to do, but when lifting the different parts to check their weight it required a more heavy handed approach, something that seemed to startle Thiya. "Don't worry Thiya" she said with a slightly different tone that Emaline used earlier, not wanting to bother that girl with her clumsy touch or her stupid needs for too long.

Now she knew how it behaved while hard, and being so sensitive to the feel of the blood flow she was starting to suspect how things worked for a human, although gleaning a purpose out of that was way harder. Not that she could fully emulate the inner workings of a human, or that she thought, but knowing how they worked would make easier for her to emulate the outer looks of things. The balls were still a mystery, with the inner solid surrounded by that cushiony skin, but they were more or less easy to do. Focusing, Savia's changes were mostly imperceptible while still, but they were apparent as she moved and would be even more obvious to the touch. "Feel change" she said, picking her penis with both hands and offering it to Thiya and Emaline so they could judge. "Good?" she asked.

Satisfied with the results, there were still quite a few mysteries about the female form, but one occupied her mind the most. "Biggest known" Savia said, pointing at her penis. "Smallest unknown" she tried to explain that she didn't know how that body part looked before it had become hard and big, as judging for their looks and glances to the door, one couldn't go without clothes and like that outside. "Clothes?" Savia asked as well, making a blouse like the one Thiya has been wearing appear, only to make it disappear once more, her own self shaping her wardrobe. Maybe she could even wear clothes like them, although there was no practical need for it that Savia could think of.
 
Emaline was a little surprised that the girl knew how to say that Thiya shouldn't worry, but figured she just copied her. Copying was probably going to solve a lot of communication issues in the long run. She was learning like a child, she was a child in some aspects, perhaps even in general. Perhaps, the longer Savia would remain in her human form, the more she would be accustomed to upholding it? she feared that if she told her to melt and reform now she wouldn't be able to get it right again.

The cock was a marvellous organ. It wasn't just its size, its texture or its taste that made it so incredible, but also the sheer aura of power it gave off. The sound of creaking flesh when it grew erect, the weight of it, the sounds of blood pumping through it, almost threatening in a way. It seemed so easy to copy but hard to get right.

Thiya closed her eyes as if to avoid looking at the slime, mostly so she could get her arousal down. She needed to go soon, her girlfriend would be waiting for her. And the slime still needed a flaccid demonstration after all.

Since Thiya seemed a little embarrassed, Emaline took over the feeling again, gently lifting the tip. "Very good," she said, smiling she felt how heavy it felt, feeling it throb. The throbbing was also one of the things the slime needed to learn how to pace, together with breathing and blinking. Throbbing, however, didn't seem to follow a set pattern, though it seemed to come less when no sensitive parts were touched and more when they were.

The girl wanted a flaccid demonstration and Thiya seemed to be doing her best, but clothing was also an issue. Hurrying over to a larger basket near the bed, she gently lifted out a blouse and a skirt, seemingly the same style that Thiya had worn before. This time there was less of a show when she bent over, but seeing the edge of her balls peek out still wasn't a particularly bad sight. Hurrying back, she gently unfolded the two items of clothing, putting one into each of Savia's hands, ready to take them again if she needed a free hand. "Skirt," she said, pointing to the corded skirt before reaching over to the blouse, tugging at it a little so that Savia could hold it better. "Blouse," she explained, smiling as she let go. She still had to get a belt, but this should be the right thing to occupy Savia for a while until she got the rest of the clothing, which she quickly proceeded to search for in the basket. They still needed some of Thiya's lower covers and belts after all.

Thiya meanwhile seemed to have gotten herself under control, her cock only gently throbbing, slowly growing smaller as it did so. After the slime had some opportunity to feel the clothes, it was back down to normal, just two feet of it sitting on top of her balls. In contrast to the erect and powerful version just now, it was almost cute. One wouldn't think it to be such a powerful beast if you didn't know Taracian physiology well enough. Thiya seemed a little more comfortable too. Even with the extra blood systems, there was still a need for extra blood for something as big as hers, so most things that weren't related to being social or reproducing were working on minimum levels. "Feel," she said, a relieved sigh escaping her lower lips surprisingly enough.
 
Savia was delighted when Emaline said that she had done a very good job with the strange and enormous part. She was fond of her touch, how she brushed her hair, caressed her skin, groped her breasts... In the end, even if Savia had yet to learn the intricacies of sex and pleasure, all of her was greatly sensitive to stimulation, as her senses went beyond a normal person's and her true body was a single malleable thing. She didn't know how to process the warmth, care and admiration that Emaline showed her, or how Thiya seemed increasingly pleased sharing touches with her, although now she seemed to avoid looking at her. Those things would come with time she thought, and Savia had soon a new thing to keep her distracted.

Savia touched the clothing, repeating the names of each part. And even if she couldn't put on the skirt at the time with that sizeable thing between her legs, she soon tried to emulate what Thiya had done with her shirt, only backwards. It was troublesome donning the blouse, as the breasts seemed to permanently be on the way, although Savia managed to finally get it on without cheating and making her breasts smaller, as she suspected that unlike the size changing lower parts, Thiya couldn't do that. With Savia distracted stealing peeks at Emaline as she went for clothing and getting the blouse on her, Thiya had managed to make herself smaller, something that as soon as was noticed, enraptured Savia's attention.

It wasn't as her capability to shift of course, but beholding such a change in people that seemed to be immutable was even more admirable, strange and interesting. Savia soon shifted her own penis to match the new size of Thiya's so she could crouch and approach to look at it. How it hung, soft but chubby, heavy yet swinging was a marvel for her. How the skin looked while soft was also different, not to mention the veins and all. Savia smiled and nodded as Thiya said she could feel it, taking the still impressive tool with both hands. It was so warm and wonderful that Savia allowed herself to experimentally tug at the skin of it, revealing the tip completely, improving her understanding of how it was composed. Feeling that Thiya was starting to fidget uncomfortably, Savia soon removed her hands and got up from her crouching position.

Another moment of focus and she was done, her penis looking and feeling as Thiya's, just not prone to a barely controllable erection as Thiya's was, as Savia didn't understand that process yet. Once she got the lower legs made she would be finished, although she had yet to see the feet and toes, only accustomed to the shape of footwear. What she could already do was to put the skirt and the rest of those belts on, but first she wanted to let Thiya and Emaline feel her work on the big yet cute soft penis before learning how to cover it. "Smallest penis good" Savia nodded, moving her hips side to side swinging it, then running on the spot a bit. "Run. Clothes. Good" she added, as it was way easier to move with it on that size. Savia wondered why touching the breasts made it enlarge, but she wanted to focus on the shape and language of those people, things that would help her feel like a person, and not smaller details that could be ironed out later.
 
Emaline was perhaps too humanising at times, but that was one of her greatest strengths, kindness and compassion. That all of the slime could be considered a sexual organ was something that definitely fell out of that area. Though it's not like Emaline would care much about it after all. There had to be some way to give it warmth to be close to it without making it sexual assault. And there was a difference between a warm, motherly touch, and the hot, passionate hands of a lover, but the slime would learn this in due time.

Now that Thiya had managed to calm her erection, it was time to get dressed. She had a date after all. What a joyous thought~

But Savia seemed enraptured by her flaccid dick. Honestly Thiya would have thought that the bigger version would have interested her more, but apparently, she was wrong. Savia peeled back the skin as well, looking at how it was built. Thiya didn't mind all that much, she probably should, but compared to the rest of what they'd been doing this just seemed like the finishing touches. Still, she started fidgeting a little when Savia got too close to her exposed tip. She didn't want this whole thing to start over again.

Emaline watched patiently, the rest of what Savia would need in her hands. But watching like that, she did notice that Savia was wearing shoes. She had the pair she was supposed to wear in her hand. That was when she noticed that Thiya was still wearing hers as well.

"Thiya, would you take your shoes off for just one moment?" she asked, drawing a somewhat annoyed sigh from her daughter. She had to give praise to Thiya though, she doubted she would have lasted this long in her shoes.

Thiya reached down, reaching around her balls to draw off the shoes. It seemed like she was doing it less on visual cues and more from memory since her rather elephantine genitalia was blocking her sight. It would give Savia a chance to look at one of the more confusing bits of humanoid anatomy. It would take them many years to figure out why feet were the way they are, but the slime didn't have the option of waiting. It was certainly an interesting part, complicated, especially with the muscles and toes, but seemingly simple in what it was supposed to do.

Emaline gently patted the slime on her newly formed dick, testing it without getting too grabby. It wouldn't send the right signals to really check it out, but from what she saw and felt, it was a remarkable copy. Her love had thick foreskin like that as well, it was so comfortable to lie on, so warm combined with her touch...

"Um...you did good," she quickly said, trying not to get distracted with depressing thoughts. Today was not her day. Somehow this slime made her remember the old days when Thiya was still a child or even before that, when every night was a rollercoaster of love and affection...

Lifting her hand, she checked her eyes, hoping that they weren't tearing up. It would confuse the poor girl if they did, not to mention Thiya who was often protective of her, even if it didn't look like it. They were wet, but thankfully not that much. At least no one noticed her minute of reflection.
 
With the details given proper shape, Savia's equipment was finished and she soon moved to the feet, touching Thiya's and making her own identical, a pretty easy process after having done hands, as they felt similar enough, even if they weren't. With that she was done, at least when it came to mimicking Thiya was concerned, but she didn't know what else could have Emaline in store for her. Savia was glad, after Emaline had tapped her penis, that she had managed to make a good job, but something in her voice seemed off, and it didn't feel like it was directed to Savia's performance.

Distracted with the clothes, Savia didn't notice Emaline's distress any further, although she probably wouldn't have know what to do if she had. Perhaps caress her hair as Emaline did with her? With the blouse, skirt and shoes on, Savia's outfit was almost complete, although she lacked the support those women wore on their groin, so her massive tool was dangling free unlike Thiya that had the belts and such in position to support it. "Emaline" Savia voiced, calling for her attention and pointing to Thiya's groin and then her own. "Dick clothes?" she asked naively, lacking the vocabulary to express herself any better.

Once that part of the clothing was sorted out, Savia would be a mostly perfect copy of Thiya, even if the attitude, expression and body language made they look like twin sisters with wildly different personalities than anything else. "Thiya" she pointed to the girl. "Savia, Thiya" directed to herself, noticing something. Savia was still using the borrowed voice of the woman she had killed, feeling down once more for it. "Different" she pointed to her mouth. "Change. Change. Change... Change!" Savia tried, adjusting her tone with each repetition of the word until she sounded more or less like Thiya as well. Once more, where the real Thiya sounded determined, headstrong and sure of herself, Savia's approach to her voice was doubtful, almost shy, somewhat dry.

Not knowing what to do, Savia looked at Thiya and Emaline, awaiting for more instructions, eager to learn more.
 
Emaline felt like she was a young mother again, raising a child helping her to put on her supports. Similarly, she had to help SAvia put on hers, although she was much more generously endowed than a child. Usually, you put them on before the skirt, but she thought she should put them on this time to get used to how they felt, not the proper way of putting them on. At some point, the girl could probably form her own clothes, but first, she would have to know how they behaved, how they felt.

While Emaline crouched down to assist her getting dressed, Savia was able to watch the naked Thiya get dressed. First, she took the larger grey cloth, gently lifting it from below until it encapsulated her balls. Pulling it up at the sides, she gently started collecting the ends of the small string in her hand, pulling them up so that her sack didn't sag so much. Once she was satisfied with the result, she tied them together before pulling at the strings, letting the knot travel down to the top of her balls so they were neatly packed together.

Next came her cock. She gently slid on the cloth she'd taken off earlier, pulling it up half way before she fiddled with the slightly thicker rope woven into the end she'd been pulling, drawing it closed and tying it together, letting the knot travel down until it touched her cock like she did with her balls.

Afterwards, she put on her blouse, gently tugging it over her bountiful chest bit by bit which sped up the process a lot. It was quite remarkable how little trouble she had compared to when Savia tried it. Of course, it didn't get any easier, but practice makes perfect. Next, she wrapped the skirt around her lowers, the wide cloth larger than Emaline's, since she had more to cover. To keep the skirt together, she wrapped the belt around the top end of the skirt, fastening it. After what seemed no time at all, she was done.

"Mom? Can I go now?" she asked, earning herself an amused chuckle from her mother. The poor girl had been waiting long enough. "Yes Thiya, you may go," she replied, causing her daughter's features to light up. However, they quickly returned to normal when Savia changed her voice. Honestly, thiya hadn't been sure about this copying business, but her being able to change her voice to...somewhat match hers was a little creepy. Her mother seemed eager to change this, so she didn't mention anything, merely heading out the door. She had a certain woman to tend to~

"Now, Savia," Emaline said, gently nudging Savia as she walked over to the table where the pots stood. "It's time to teach you about colours. Colours!" she said, trying to underline that it was colour and not time she wanted to teach her about. Did the girl see colours the same way as they did? Other humanoid races did but who knew...

Getting seated, she offered Savia a place to sit. Would probably be good to let her feel her clothes for a while and get her used to sitting with such a huge organ between her legs. It wasn't hard but she would need to get used to it at least.

Opening the rice pot again, she looked around for a particular rice corn. Their rice was mixed, reddish, brown, black, white, the perfect way to introduce her to colour. But first, she had to make her realise what she even meant.

Picking a black corn, she turned to Savia, holding it up. "Black," she said, smiling as she held it up before turning her head ever so slightly to grasp a strand of hair, putting it up next to the corn in question. "Black," she repeated, trying to make the slime realise the meaning behind it. Leaning forward, she very gently grasped part of Savia's hair as well, pulling it forward without tugging at it so that she could see. "Black," she said once more, feeling a little sure of her success. She would have to teach her colours first in order to give her some differences without ruining that human shape Thiya helped her create.
 
Getting all those clothes tied them down there was a most complex affair, as Savia fiddled with them down there, it took several attempts until she got them right. It was tempting for her to cheat, after all she had a complete control about her parts that Thiya didn't have, but she knew that Emaline wouldn't like that. So she tried and tried until she managed to tie her parts properly, even if the knots she had made were a bit uneven, at least she was supported now. Thiya had gone long before Savia was finished, so she couldn't show the girl her handiwork, but Emaline would be able to judge if she had tied all the parts properly or not.

"Hmm?" Savia hummed, following Emaline as she nudged her, wondering what the woman had in store for her. "Colours!" she echoed enthusiastically, even if she didn't even have the foggiest idea of what Emaline meant. "Seat..." she voiced, doubtful, sitting down awkwardly then getting up and trying it again. Trying to set her clothes properly as Emaline did, it wasn't an easy task to avoid feeling awkward. For sure Savia didn't feel getting her parts in an uncomfortable position as Thiya would, since in the end, they weren't made equal, but Savia made a conscious effort to behave as properly as Thiya would, even if she didn't have the same reason to do so.

"Black" Savia nodded as Emaline started her new lesson. She visibly frowned once Emaline took a strand of hair and she repeated the word. "Hair. Black" she said, sounding confused as Emaline took Savia's hair too. Savia was aware that certain things could have more than one word, like penis or dick, she knew that some words could serve for more than one thing depending on purpose, as how several things could be food. But that didn't seem the case, as what Emaline was showing her and the hair didn't seem to share a purpose nor form another different thing. Thinking about it, Savia realized that perhaps it was like the size, as hair was bigger than corn, but without further explanations it was hard to see what Emaline meant.

"Colours. Black" Savia voiced. "Colours no size. Corn smallest, hair biggest. No different" talking helped her sort out her thoughts, not only to align and make sense of them, but also because she could gauge Emaline's reactions as she uttered every word. Savia opened her eyes, thinking that she had an idea that could work, perhaps she had got it but she would have to move to try. "Black" she said, getting up from her seat and looking around the room. Approaching the hearth in the middle of the room, she picked up a charred stone and went back to Emaline to show it to her. "Colour, black" she said, leaving the rock in the table. "Ah!" she yelped cutely, staring at her ash dirtied hands. "Hands black!" she showed her palms to Emaline.
 
Emaline helped her where she could, but she was glad that Savia tried taking it into her own hands. Her curiosity would speed up her learning process immensely. Already Emaline wouldn't be able to tell that Savia wasn't entirely human. Really the only giveaway was that her looks didn't match up to her language skills. Perhaps she should have gone somewhere else to teach her how to transform?

Now that she had finished her demonstration, she was sure that Savia would understand the concept of colour. After you realized what colours referred to, you would be able to take in all the colours from your surroundings. The tricky part was for her to recognise their significance. Colours were an integral part of any culture.

Emaline knew that the slime, like any child, liked to probe their parents. As such, she gave gently nodded when Savia sorted out her thoughts. They were indeed different sizes, yet they were the same in colour.

And understand she did. She brought one of the charred stones over, putting it on the table. For once, Emaline could admire her daughter's figure without chastising herself, but she saved that privilege for later. It still didn't feel quite right.

"Very good," she said with a gentle tone, though she couldn't help but laugh when the slime freaked out over her dirtied hand. Standing up, she walked over to the bedding, opening a basket to take out a white square of cloth. Dunking the corner into some of the opened water, she brought it back over to the table, gently grasping Savia's hand before wiping off the ash. Her skin felt so real, it was hard not to be proud of her and her own handiwork.

"Now..." she said, slowly standing up and pushing the seat back under the table. She would have to demonstrate colours to Savia, but the house was nowhere to do so. Nature, however, was full of colours. "Come with me," she said as she walked over to the door, keeping the gentle voice and expression as she stopped at the entrance to the house, far out enough to be able to see the area around them, but not far enough for any excessive pointing to get them unnecessary attention. Plus, it not only allowed them to see colours, it also allowed them to watch the other people in the village work. Their tribe was still hard at work, two women having replaced the previous ones threshing, one of them blonde, the other a redhead. The blonde seemed more on the chubby side, while the red-head had a second set of arms. While people were varied, it seemed like the variance had certain schematics it returned to. The basket woman and the one walking by were gone though. "Savia, ask me about colours, about things, look around," she said, gesturing to the village in all its vibrant colour, not to mention the green fields and beautiful blue sky.
 
Savia enjoyed Emaline's gentle touch as she cleaned her hands, looking at her every gesture, every movement, learning all she could at brisk pace. A facial expression had lots of depth, and subtleties, and sometimes people moved without an specific physical purpose, but to express something that went beyond the words. Savia was starting to learn that words were just part of the language, as facial expressions and body language aided to complete the picture, not to mention the speed or tone of how you voiced those words. It didn't seem that hard learning the words, but speaking the language with all it entailed was another completely different issue.

As Emaline walked outside, Savia followed diligently, curious about what was next for her. If the inside of the house was a place that seemed wondrous to her naive self, outside was just crazy. She had seen the place while they came, but now the frame was different, she knew more, she had words, she could understand it better, and yet there was so much to explore... it was almost overwhelming. Emaline's approach also changed, guiding directly her no longer, but just being there for her, and Savia fidgeted, not knowing where to begin. "Colours?" she wondered, pointing at the sky, brushing the grass with her hand, patting a tree trunk, picking a daisy from the ground. Soon colours distracted her no more, and it was people once more what attracted her interest.

"Thiya bigger penis and balls. Emaline no mouth torso. Emaline bigger vagina" Savia commented. Turning to the women outside, she pointed to the chubby one, "bigger" Savia just said, then pointing to the four armed one, she doubted. It wasn't that her arms were bigger, but she had more of them, but Savia lacked the words for that or numbers. "Arms. Arms" she said twice, moving her own up and down as gesturing the double pair of them. "Hair different, body different" Savia muttered. "Name different, person different" slowly realizing a truth she had been knowing for a while, even if she didn't stop to think about it, as everyone was different, unique, the loss of any one of them was a tragedy, as they couldn't be replaced.

Feeling wrong Savia couldn't help but think about how happy Thiya seemed at the end, but she still felt wrong inside, something bothering her. "Emaline, house" Savia pulled the woman's clothes, looking eager, nervous, anxious, her facial expression a strange mix of excitement and fear. "Savia no Thiya. Savia no Thiya body. Savia different Thiya, different person, different body" her voice carried an urgency, as it was clear that she was both eager to be her own person and she didn't want to be stealing Thiya's face no more.
 
Emaline watched the young girl with curiosity, eager to see how she would react to the outside world. Of course, they had been before, but she could describe everything better now. She could try and fathom what was going on around her. And indeed, the slime seemed taken aback by all this around her. She couldn't help but laugh when the girl suddenly charged off, eventhough she had carefully calculated where they had to stand. She shouldn't be holding her back anyway, it would just hinder the learning process.

Walking after her, she watched her touch grass, tap stumps, gaze upon the sky. But she seemed to be especially interested in the people. Who could blame her? She was exploring her own self, exploring how it was to be a person, exploring her own individuality. Knowing that the girl wanted to be a person, she knew that eventually, she wouldn't want to wear Thiya's looks any longer. She didn't, however, expect that moment to come so soon.

Savia was being a bit loud though with all that talk about vagina. It was a good thing that the girls were further away. She didn't want to make the girl feel unwanted but going around shouting about genitalia wasn't good practice, and really not something she wanted to do to poor Thiya's reputation.

"More," she corrected Savia when she pointed to the arms, speaking in a gentle in a quiet tone that would hopefully inspire Savia to do the same. But to was Savia who surprised her, showing unusual amounts of maturity for her...could she say age?

"Yes, of course, Savia, come..." she said, gently grasping Savia's hand as she led her back into the house. Looking around, she allowed Savia one more gaze upon the two women, pointing out the blonde and red colour of their respective hair before leading her further inside. It was perhaps the most important step for Savia to get a form of her own. It probably wouldn't be perfect on the first try, but the more Savia learned about the human form the better she would be able to modify and personalize her own form. In that regard, Emaline was just a little jealous, but certainly not of the poor girl's situation right now.

Stopping a little behind the entrance, so they had plenty of light to work with, she gently patted Savia's arms and stance into place, so they could begin personalizing her. The only problem would be the lack of vocabulary and experience, but that was what she meant with 'not perfect'. The most important thing would be the obvious parts of the body, maybe tinker a little with the eyes and mouth and maybe nose so nobody would be able to see the resemblance between her and Thiya. They would still probably, but not as much and they would probably need them to be standing next to each other.

"Now, Savia," she started, gently reaching up to stroke through her hair. Thiya was taller than the girl she'd previously been copying, so it was a little odd now that she wasn't used to it from all the slow transformations. "Stay," she said, gently holding her hand to Savia's collar to make her remain before she walked back to the table.

"I'm hungry, I need to eat," she said, setting the scene whilst explaining the meaning of the word hunger to Savia. It would be rather bad to miss it. "I have rice and I have blueberries," she said, lifting a grain of rice and a blueberry respectively when she spoke. "I prefer blueberries, so I eat the blueberry," she explained, emphasizing the word prefer. She gently slid the blueberry in her mouth as she put back the grain of rice, walking over to the slime once more. It wasn't polite to talk with a full mouth, and not something she wanted to teach the girl so she waited until she had swallowed it before she continued. "Hair can be black, blonde, red, which do you prefer?" she asked, her tone gentle since she didn't want to put any more pressure on the girl. She needed to understand what she said and be able to remember all three types she knew well enough to determine between them.
 
Once again, Emaline answered gently to Savia's pleas and requests. The short moment outside the house had been wonderful, but now Savia wanted to return and do something about her looks. Emaline guided her back, pointing out how different the hair of other women could be, but without making Savia wait much longer, seemingly feeling her distress. Emaline made her stand not far from the entrance, in the most luminous part of the house. "Stay" Savia repeated, Emaline's touch calming her once more, making her lean towards her caressing hand.

"Savia no hungry. No eat" she voiced, frowning as she didn't understand why Emaline had to eat at that moment, but she trusted her. "Rice food. Blueberries food" she nodded, showing that she understood. "Eat food" added, unable yet to see the point of what Emaline wanted to explain. "Prefer?" Savia wondered, trying to grasp the concept. Within two different foods to pick, Emaline preferred the blueberry. It was an odd idea to think about, since Savia lacked a reasoning to back it up. She'd have to make do, as she mimicked a body without understanding what each part was for, so perhaps she could grasp the idea of wanting one thing over other, even if she didn't know what reasoning backed it up.

Emaline then asked Savia what hair color did she prefer among a set few, and then she understood the meaning of all that. Emaline wasn't going to say how she had to look, but instead allow her to decide. The mere idea was crazy, as she had so many options to pick from... yet with Emaline's guidance and step by step, she could manage to do it. "Prefer Red" Savia nodded, answering out of impulse more than anything else. There wasn't any practical reasoning behind any decision, at least not yet, so Savia just went with the moment. Focusing for a moment, Savia changed, and after a few seconds, Emaline could see a redheaded and distracted version of her own daughter in front of her. Savia grabbed a lock of hair and showed it to Emaline. "Red!" she said excited, her hair more bright orange than anything else, since that was the tone of hair she had seen.
 
Emaline was quietly hoping that Savia would understand, but she had faith in the girl. It wasn't a particularly hard concept to grasp either. The slime must have personal preferences, right? It was hard to judge a life form she knew nothing about, so the best she could do was just assume that it was identical to humans in its mental and emotional state, something that differed her from people who would have automatically assumed that Savia was less.

But it seemed that Savia understood, and she picked red too. Or, well, what passed as red for a Taracian. Oh, she still remembered what it was like visiting the Zadean capital! Who knew that hair as red as blood would look so good on purple skin...

Emaline nodded as Savia showed her the strand of hair, gently running her hand through it. Nothing about the texture had changed, which was good. It was kind of nice to know that red didn't fit Thiya that much. What else could they change that was easier to start out with?...

"Savia, how long or short would you like your hair?" she asked, knowing that hair could change a lot about the person. Thiya's hair was back-length, so maybe reducing or enhancing its length might change something. "Would you like it curlies or flatter?" she asked, gently lifting one of her locks to twist it around her finger before she slid it out, demonstrating how a curl would look. Since Savia's hair was something in-between right now, maybe going off toward one extreme would make her feel better, although curly hair wasn't something you saw around here all too much, even less among the other races of the land. Perhaps she was wrong to focus on the hair but she learned, especially when visiting barber shops in the Zadean capital, that hair could change a lot about a person.
 
Savia thought about the options Emaline was offering her, as color wasn't the only thing she could change about her hair. "Hrmmmm" Savia hummed, looking at Emaline and the explanations she was giving, the kind of options that Savia had to style her hair. Taking her own hair in her hands, Savia moved it around, like she was considering what to do, something a bit odd as no changes were permanent, but she still considered it as something of utmost importance. "Short!" she suddenly decided, her hair vanishing away until it was bobbed around the jawline. She liked how it bounced when moving, and since she was delighted every time Emaline touched or patted her, she took another decision. "Flatter" she said, leaving it straight down.

Slowly but surely, Savia was building her own self, away from Thiya's guiding body and into something, into someone she could call herself. "Emaline like?" she asked, looking for her approval. Savia was doing that for herself, but it would be nice if the one guiding her liked her new looks, even if for now the changes were quite few. "More, more!" Savia said, showing that she was incredibly eager to keep at it.
 
Emaline had fun guiding Savia into her own body, but perhaps Savia needed to have an idea of how she looked. not because she thought that her decisions were wrong or ugly, but because knowing how she looked like would also give her a sense of identity. She would know that she was an actual person.

"Very very good," Emaline said, smiling as she gave a gentle stroke through Savia's ginger hair. She looked cuter now, less sensual than Thiya tried to look like, perhaps that was the direction in which to take her?

"Hold on, I'll show you something," she said, turning to walk over to her bed. Crouching down, she reached underneath it, bringing out a wooden box. It was filled with all kinds of things, little trinkets, mostly gifts from her love. These were her most treasured possessions. She seemed very gentle when touching them, much more careful than with the pots or bowl before. They were obviously either fragile or important. It took a few seconds, but she finally found the polished bronze mirror her lover had given her. 'To witness your own beauty' she joked when she gave it to Emaline. She still remembered the joy, jumping right into her lover's arms...

The bronze mirror was obviously no substitute for a slime-created copy or a real mirror, but it did show things reasonably well, even if they were somewhat discoloured. "Here, this is a mirror, it shows you how you look, within reason," she explained, gently giving it to Savia. "If you change while looking at it, you'll be able to change better," she said, counting on the fact that she would be able to see what wouldn't fit onto a face in case she got something wrong.

"Now, your navel..." she continued, tugging at her blouse a little until her navel was exposed. It was radically different than Thiya, certainly less exotic and or erotic, but that wasn't the point of this exercise. "Would you prefer a navel, or a mouth?" she asked, gently guiding Savia's hand so that she could look at her lower mouth in the mirror.
 
Savia was delighted with the positive feedback, eager to do more, but it seemed that Emaline had something in store. "Ah!" Savia yelped, surprised by the reflecting surface of the bronze mirror. Taking it with the same devotion Emaline handled it, Savia touched her image on the mirror, then her face back. It was wonderful, even if it was more useful to translate shapes than colours. "Mirror better" Savia nodded, turning her head to check on her own hair on it.

"Hmmm" Savia hummed, looking down at her own abdomen as Emaline tugged at her blouse. "Navel... navel?" Savia wondered. "No mouth?" she asked, tugging playfully back at Emaline's clothes to take a look. "Oh... navel" she said, poking Emaline's with a finger. "I prefer navel" she soon decided for the less complicated option, thinking that a small bellybutton looked cute. Savia was growing bolder and bolder and looking at the mirror she soon did one change more to her face.

"Grass eyes, green eyes" she said, her eyes turning into the emerald of the nature outside, shiny and curious. "Eyes good?" she asked, wondering if there were some color limitations. After all, Emaline didn't say that her hair could be grass green or sky blue, so it seemed that there were limits to what colours a person could have. "More?" she asked, eager. The more Emaline touched and complimented her, the better Savia felt, although she had trouble identifying those feelings and sensations, so she was becoming more and more active without knowing what to do with them.
 
Emaline politely suppressed her urge to chuckle at the girl's yelp. It was cute, and it was kind of human to have reactions like these. Of course, one usually didn't yelp that loudly at everything new, but that was a much better base to work from than having to train her human reflexes or instinctive reactions. Though there was probably still a lot to learn in those areas too.

The navel was a kind of weird spot to be touched, so Emaline wasn't exactly comfortable, but it seemed that the slime liked it. Good, she should like the things on her body, she should like her body in general and so far, the girl seemed absolutely in love with it. Not to mention the bolder and bolder changes she made. Changing her eyes to green, the green of the grass produced an unnaturally beautiful pair of eyes. Eyes were complicated, but she seemed to still get the texture of the Iris right. Emaline still checked to make sure, leaning forward to gaze upon those lovely eyes, before she stood up again, nodding. "Very good," she said with a smile, gently lifting her hand to the slime's hair for a quick pet. She was running out of easy things to do. She didn't want to do height because the girl still probably wouldn't know the ratio in which she had to shrink for that to work. Now that Savia didn't have her mutation anymore, they could be more creative with her curves as well.

"Savia, your bosom," she said, gently lifting her hands so that they cupped them from below which was quite an easy feat thanks to Thiya's more average figure. Average was perhaps even better than big or small in this case, because it allowed for the girl to go in both directions.

But she remembered the trouble they first had. They were stiff, they didn't feel real. she feared that if they changed something as complicated as the breasts things might go wrong again. With a sigh, she removed her hands, shaking her head a little.

"Nevermind, Savia, what do you want to change? Do you know enough about the body to predict how it would feel like? Would you like to walk around a little to see more types?" she asked, a valid question at this point. the only options she had where her own and Thiya's body and whatever Savia had known outside. Of course, it was entirely possible that Savia was capable enough by now to do it herself, but from her perspective, it looked like a little trip might be in order.
 
Savia fidgeted a bit when Emaline leaned so close, the woman's eyes focused on hers, but that way she could look at them even closer, noticing even the smallest details and incorporating them to her own, small bits here and there but preserving her emerald color. Her effort had got her more compliments from Emaline and another short touch, something that delighted her. Savia was still doing it for herself, to stop stealing Thiya's body so to speak, to have a being of her own, but pleasing Emaline also felt good, specially when Emaline touched her back.

"Breasts? Bosom" she said, learning the new word for them as Emaline cupped her tits over the blouse. Awaiting for guidance Savia tilted her head to the side, eager to get working on herself, but it seemed that Emaline was having second thoughts. Barraged with questions, Savia took her time to parse what Emaline was asking of her, slowly trying to decipher the words based on context and usage. Savia still had the knowledge of the ones she had absorbed at the beginning of her new life, something that gave her clues and eased the process, but they were disorganized ideas that were hard to puzzle, not to mention how uncomfortable was for her to resort to those memories.

"Prefer change..." Savia considered the first question. Her hands gestured all over herself, from head to toe. "Savia not Thiya" insisted. "Savia know..." one of her hands caressed her other arm, looking for the word, unable to find it. "Savia knows known" she tried to explain to answer the second one. "Savia see, Savia feel, Savia hear..." she added. "Savia no knows unknown" she said, pointing down her throat. "Ba-bump, ba-bump" added, reaching for Emaline's chest and resting a palm over her heart, then emulating a deep breath a couple of times. "Savia no eat" she added. "I-Inside unknown, outside known" finally summarized, even if it took her a while to dig down certain words.

"Savia like walk around and see..." she said, taking a pause and not moving an inch. "Savia like walk around and see. Savia, not Thiya" she repeated, trying to explain. She was eager to see more, to know more, but she wanted to step out the house as herself, even if it was a version that could be perfected and detailed with time.
 
Emaline was still able to see the eye change while she leaned in. she didn't know whether she was copying her or simply adjusting, but it seemed like Savia didn't want to just copy her. She wanted to herself. It was cute and above all understandable, that was why they were here.

With her limited vocabulary, it was hard for savia to say what she wanted to say, especially something so important to her personally.

And she wanted to go outside as herself the next time. That was fine. She was just worried that they might not get it right, but she supposed they could just change back if something really didn't fit.

She took a step forward, gently wrapping her hands around the girl. The grip was tight, warm, motherly, a concept foreign yet comforting for the slime from its previous experiences with it. Yet the memories of those she had consumed had similar experiences within them.

"Alright, we'll finish your form, then we can go," she said, not quite knowing whether Savia would understand what she said, but knowing that her actions would speak for themselves.

Releasing Savia from her grasp, she took a step back, slowly crouching down. Crouching had to be done in a way that would give the genitalia space, so they always hung out from inside the skirt a little. Speaking of genitalia, she reached out with her hand, very gently putting it on the part of the skirt that covered it, more like a touch than a grasp. "Would you prefer it to be smaller?" she asked, smiling gently. She knew from people like for example her own lover that they could get bigger in some cases, but it was a little rare for what Savia wanted, and she'd be receiving too much attention of the wrong kind. And at least, in case of emergency, she had a reference she could show Savia, although she would rather not considering how inappropriate that would feel...

Though family did get to see each other naked quite often. Not on purpose obviously, more out of convenience and not having to hide. And Savia was family, so she guessed it was fine if she had to. She was helping the girl become herself after all.
 
Emaline's hug caught Savia by surprise, but after a few moments, she returned it gladly. It was a charming and lovely feeling, it felt intimate but in a different way, and even if Savia tried to catalog and label everything she felt, it was hard separating one kind of good feelings from others. As the embrace was broken, Savia returned to her eager state, wanting to change, waiting for Emaline's guidance. She seemed to agree with Savia's desire of changing before getting out, but then she was concerned with something that it seemed odd in Savia's understanding, as she focused on a part that was covered with clothes.

Even then, it was still Thiya's shape, and if Savia wanted to be nothing like her and be a person of her own, that would have to be changed as well. "Thiya penis change bigger and smaller. But small Thiya penis bigger than Emaline small penis" she tried to explain that even if soft, the daughters tool was bigger than Emaline's. "I prefer smaller penis. Walk. Run. Clothes" Savia tried to make clear that a big penis seemed to be trouble for all of those reasons. "Savia change penis. And balls" she nodded, laboriously removing her skirt and undergarments, although it was easier than putting them back on.

Focusing, Savia significantly reduced her endowment until it was quite smaller, in fact ending with a smaller penis than Emaline. As the girth of it didn't bother her as much as the length, Savia had ended with a chubby dick that was a bit shorter than Emaline's but also had more girth, making the foreskin hang a bit. The balls were reduced until they were more similar to Emaline's, a bit smaller as well. Taking her own penis in her hands, she moved it around making sure it was fine, and swayed her hips to the sides a couple times to test how it moved and dangled. "Smallest penis" she nodded appreciatively of her own work, waiting to see if Emaline was fine with the results. The notion made her think about something.

"Emaline bigger and penis smaller. Thiya smaller and penis bigger" she said, talking about their heights compared to the size of that odd part of their bodies. "Savia penis smallest..." she mumbled, deep in thought. "I feel I prefer Savia smaller than Thiya and Emaline" she commented, talking of her own body.
 
Emaline nodded, understanding what the slime wanted to tell her. It was perhaps best that they weren't in public for this part, but helping the girl had the utmost priority, and they were nearly done. While Thiya and Savia were still very similar, you could even if you knew Thiya as well as she did separate them from each other, and not just by their demeanor. Thiya was confident, sensual, impatient, snappy, best summarized under young. The slime was even younger, more cutesy if one could call it that way. And the way she stood made as much a difference as her hair or eye colour. The things that she didn't have to change for her to be different.

She was already in a good position to help so she assisted Savia in getting the skirt and coverings off. It was hard for her to do but Savia still seemed to handle it quite well. They would definitely have to tailor something new for her though if she changed her size....although...

Savia certainly seemed to have a good enough grip on anatomy. It didn't seem as....perfect as the copy of Thiya's, but it still looked quite real. Below average, a little thicker than usual, the kind of thing you would see on a real person. It seemed to move the correct way as well.

"Very good Savia," she said, smiling as she began to stand up. She wasn't that much taller than Thiya, in fact Thiya would probably overtake her soon enough, but that was for another day. But the girl wanted to be shorter? Sure, no reason for her not to be. Then her blouse wouldn't fit her either anymore.

"Savia, when you become shorter, you'll have to decide how you want to allocate your height as well," she said, gently stepping forward as she put her hand on Savia's waist. "It's not a bit difference, but some have shorter or longer torsos or shorter or longer legs. You don't have to think about it that much, just so you know. Thiya has longer legs for example," she said, her voice motherly in tone. It was hard not for her to mother all over Savia when she was so cute and excited.

"And, can you try to make clothing? I'll get some for you later probably, but for now you have to wear something you've created so we have something that fits," she said, pondering for a second before she gently tugged at her blouse, showing how the material was at about equal distance from most of what it covered and slightly tighter at the end. "The blouse fits," she explained, nodding slightly to figure out if Savia understood.
 
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