The arena wasn't official. It wasn't legal. And it most certainly wasn't safe. But deep beneath the city's sewer system, lit by glowing fungi and circled by roaring fans, a crude pit was carved into the earth—ten meters across, filled with shallow slime-soaked mud, and surrounded by cheering monster girls of every shape and size.
This was the Slime Fight Club.
And Lily had just stepped in.
She jiggled softly with every movement, her body pulsing in time with the pounding drumbeat echoing through the tunnels. Her form was compact but firm tonight—slightly thicker arms, heavier thighs, and a visibly pressurized chest, each orb bouncing hypnotically beneath her translucent sports top. Her tentacle-hair curled in tight, determined spirals behind her, twitching with excitement.
Mirio stood at the edge of the ring, gripping the railing. "I still don't understand why we're here!"
Lily pointed to the board overhead. Her name glowed softly.
ROUND 1: LILY VS HYDRA-SAMA
And across the ring, she stood.
The hydra girl.
Towering, thick, and draped in scales that shimmered under the lights, she had three massive dragon heads—each with its own expression. The center one grinned wickedly, licking its fangs. The right one had a smug sneer and a trail of smoke rising from its nostrils. The left one looked sleepy and embarrassed, muttering under her breath.
Her chest was enormous, her abs rock-hard, her tail twitching with excitement.
"Let's see what kind of puddle you are, squish-girl!" the middle head roared.
Lily didn't flinch.
The bell rang.
The hydra lunged.
Lily dodged the initial swipe, her body collapsing briefly into a puddle before reforming behind her opponent. She wrapped her arms around the hydra's thick waist—then squished forward, her slime chest molding instantly to the dragon's back in a sloppy, wet hug.
"W-What the—?!" one of the heads gasped.
Lily's arms pulsed.
The grapple began.
The crowd cheered wildly as Lily latched on with every inch of her body—tentacle-hair wrapping around the hydra's thighs, slime pulsing from her chest, her stomach melting slightly to flow under her opponent's tail and between her legs for extra grip. The hydra tried to shake her loose, but Lily was everywhere—hugging, clinging, squishing.
The hydra growled and slammed backward into the pit wall, crushing Lily between the stone and her spine.
But Lily just bounced.
Her breasts flattened, then surged back, wrapping up and over the hydra's shoulders like living cushions.
The left head whimpered. "T-this is so soft…"
"FOCUS!" the middle one barked.
The right head blew a fireball across the ring—missing.
Mirio covered his face. "Oh gods, she's turning this into slime sumo!"
Lily suddenly surged forward, using her mass to drag the hydra girl into the mud. The two toppled in slow motion—giant breasts squishing together, thighs wrapping, tails splashing muck into the air. Every roll sent a shockwave through the pit. Slime sloshed. Scales rattled. Wings flailed.
And then Lily struck.
Her body condensed.
She focused her slime into her arms and chest—pressurized grappling slime—and launched herself into a chest-first pin.
Her boobs collided with the hydra's like twin bouncy castles thrown in a collision course.
The impact rippled through the ring.
The hydra gasped.
"CAN'T—BREATHE—BOOBS—TOO—SOFT—!"
Lily's smile widened.
She wrapped both arms under the hydra's breasts and lifted, squeezing their chests together in a slippery, slow grind that made the sleepy head groan.
"S-so warm…"
The middle head roared. "I'M STILL—IN—THIS—!"
The right head fainted from boob contact.
The hydra collapsed into the mud, tail twitching.
Lily rose on top of her, chest pressing down, face glowing with smug victory.
The bell rang.
The crowd exploded in cheers.
Mirio's jaw dropped. "You… you won with a titty pin."
Lily slid over to the edge of the ring and pulled Mirio in—smothering his face in her chest like a trophy.
She whispered with a pleased hum: "Mate… proud?"
He mumbled something unintelligible into her boobs.
She took that as a yes.