Jules had always known Naru was clingy.
She was a Goodra, after all — gooey, affectionate, and always looking for excuses to press her squishy body against him. But today… something was different.
The morning had started off normal. Training, errands, lunch. And then, just outside the café, Jules gave his Lopunny a casual hug after a solid sparring match — just a simple gesture of appreciation.
That was all it took.
Naru saw.
She didn't say anything at the time. She just stood there with her arms folded, her long tail twitching and her goo-slick thighs glistening in the sunlight. She offered a tiny, tight smile when he turned to her — but it didn't reach her eyes.
And then she disappeared for a while.
Now, back in his room at the lodge, Jules had dozed off after his shower, wrapped in a towel, half-buried in the soft sheets, his body still warm and relaxed.
And completely unaware that his slime-dripping monster girl had quietly oozed her way into his room.
The door creaked open without a knock. Naru stepped inside — slow, deliberate, every curve of her thick, sticky body jiggling with syrupy movement. Her large bust bounced subtly with each step, and her wide hips left tiny, glistening droplets on the floor as she moved. Her tail dragged lazily behind her, flicking once with purpose. The faint scent of sugar and rain filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
Her cheeks puffed ever so slightly.
She could be soft too. She could be clingy. She could be everything Jules wanted — and he needed to be reminded of that.
The bedroom was quiet. Jules lay on his back, breathing softly, towel barely covering his waist, one arm behind his head. His toned chest rose and fell, still faintly damp.
He looked… huggable.
Naru's gooey body quivered.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed — the sheets sticking faintly to her thighs as her massive body slinked up over his. Her curves jiggled with each shift. Her thick tail slid along his calves. Her goo left soft, wet imprints as she slowly, gently, settled her plush, dripping weight on top of him.
Jules stirred slightly. "Nnh… wha…"
Then his eyes fluttered open — and he found himself face to face with a pair of glossy, flushed cheeks, a soft, sticky chest practically smothering his face, and the warm scent of honeyed slime curling into his nostrils.
"N-Naru…?!"
She smiled — sweet, but dangerous.
"You were hugging someone else," she whispered, her voice low and syrupy. "So I thought I'd get my hug too…"
Her massive bust squished down onto his chest as she leaned in, the goo from her body beginning to soak into his towel and the sheets around them. Her long arms wrapped slowly around his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the glistening softness of her body.
"I was waiting," she whispered, breath hot against his ear. "Watching. You've been giving everyone attention but me lately, Jules…"
"I-I didn't mean to—!" he gasped, wriggling uselessly under her weight. "You know I—!"
"Shh," she purred, pressing a finger gently to his lips. "It's okay. You're going to make it up to me now."
She dropped her full weight onto him — and he was instantly pinned beneath what felt like a warm, gooey marshmallow. Her thick thighs molded around his hips. Her belly squished into his abdomen. And her chest — goddess, her chest — swelled out and oozed across his torso, enveloping him in the kind of softness that made him see stars.
His towel twitched.
Naru noticed.
Her grin widened.
"Looks like your body missed me more than your words did," she cooed, grinding her hips ever so gently against him. Her goo slicked down over his sides, gluing them together in a slow, sensual blanket of slime.
"I—I was just napping—!"
"And now you're waking up… under me," she finished, brushing her lips against his jaw. "You smell good. You always smell good after a shower."
Jules was blushing so hard his ears were pink.
She leaned in again — chest flattening over him with a soft schlorp — and nuzzled into his neck.
"Do you like others more than my slime?" she asked sweetly, her tongue flicking his earlobe.
"N-No! I just—someone asked for a hug and—!"
"I didn't ask," she murmured, licking a slow line along his throat, "because I thought I didn't need to."
Her arms tightened, and he found himself completely enveloped — soft goo pressing around his chest, his legs, his shoulders. His arms were stuck beneath her plush mass, and he was starting to sink into the bed with the weight of her affection.
"Naru," he groaned. "I really didn't mean—"
"Then show me," she whispered, pulling his face into the curve of her chest.
His lips were suddenly against her bare, goo-coated skin. His cheeks smeared in sweetness. His senses were overwhelmed — scent, taste, heat. Her whole body trembled with satisfaction as she cradled him tighter.
"Tell me I'm your favorite," she breathed.
"You are—!" he choked. "You always are!"
She purred loudly — a satisfied, smug sound that vibrated through her body and straight into his.
"Good," she said, pressing her forehead to his. "Now you're mine for the rest of the night."
She didn't move.
She didn't need to move.
Because she already had him completely smothered, dripping in affection, and clinging to her warmth — just the way she liked it.