Nothing to do but see what happens

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Realising you're trapped, but that the thing is keeping you alive, you take stock of your situation.

You're not in pain. Your entire body is tightly enclosed in soft slimey creature(s). Your legs are spread wide, as are your arms. Every inch of your body is being probed. You have no idea which way is up. You can open your eyes and your eyeballs immediately come into contact with slimey flesh but it doesn't hurt, but you're obviously so deep in the pile of slime monsters to allow light in, you can't see anything, or...

"Oh God, no!" you panic, "Could I be blind from this slime?"

Not knowing calms you, gives you some hope.

You return your attention to what's happening. Every inch of your body seems to be getting examined from every angle at once. You're growing increasingly aroused. Little tennis ball sized slimey bumps move across you. They pass over your belly, under your arms, in your armpits, all over your back and chest, across your neck over your scalp - as if they're looking for something.

The only place where three of them are concentrating and not moving about are the three in a row in your crotch, one embedded between the lips of your labia against your vaginal opening, one above that one, up against your clit, and a third one below it between your ass cheeks pulsing and squirming against your anus. Your head feels weird. Your hair's not pulling as the bumps move across your head and it feels like they're sliding right along the skin of your scalp. If you weren't so dozey you would be sure your hair was gone.

Also you realise in your belly, either side of your belly button, there's a throbbing sensation, about where you figure your ovaries are. You're obviously drugged. You feel high as a kite and sooo horny... and strangely calm.

You notice the slime surrounding your legs feels firmer, almost like a pair of big blubbery hands holding them tight and wide apart. Your entire legs are enveloped in tight slime. You are paying particular attention to the bumps in your crotch and you feel like you're climbing to the orgasmic precipice.

The bump against your cunny (you learned to call it cunny from your uncle. Sometimes he called it a cunt too. You love calling your vagina a cunny). The bump against your cunny seems to have gotten excited or something. Apparently right after you started to enjoy what it was doing. It must have smelled your arousal or something you surmise. The others seemed to have smelled you as well and their movements change. They're closing in even tighter, seemingly fighting for access to your crotch. It's getting more diffiult to breath.

The slimey bumps wedged in your labia, up against your clit and against your anus started moving and pulsing more in reation to your arousal. Pulsing pushing, thrumming your clit, qwivering. You begin orgasming, not repeatedly, but continuously. Your entire body shudders, trapped in the tight rubbery slime. In the midst of your orgasmic delirium you become aware of the bump in your labia changing, slowly becoming more tubular and pushing into your vagina and up against your hymen. You bite the sausage in your mouth slightly in resistance as slight panic of having your hymen torn nudges your consciousness... but you release it immediately feeling it flinch. The bump in your labia slowly retracts becoming a ball again and then more quickly tubular... a ball... tubular. Each time it elongates it bumps your hymen, but doesn't break it. Ball, tubular, ball, tubular, pulsing, pulsing, pumping. You realise that it is pumping, squirting something in you, pumping, ejaculating. Eventually it pumps one more shuddering time and your feel a big gush injected into you followed by two more small quivering final pumps.

Seemingly softer and less interested, the bump in your labia moves downward over your anus pushing the other one there out of the way and then disappears. You are really jostled about now as the others fight for access to your vulnerable pussy, cunny. They each have so many of these bumps you can't tell where one creature ends and the next begins. They all feel similar.

A few times a bump seems to hit the mark, but is knocked out. You find yourself feeling disappointed when this happens. Eventually one of the bumps thumps into position, embedded between your pussy lips. Although there's always one of the bumps examing your anus or sliding over your clit at some time, they're no longer concentrating on it, apparently because they've now located where your sex is. After what seems like an hour the bump jammed in your labia begins pulsing and ejaculates into you. You feel full. They jostle again.

You begin to realise you're being gang-raped by a group of enormous shit piles... and you're loving it. With a small break between the bumps lodging against your cunny, your're orgasming non-stop for hours.

The hours go by, your toes ache from being curled in endless climax.

Only twice was the sausage breathing tube replaced and it not only provided air but water and some other thicker liquid was occasionally pumped down your throat.

You actually pissed several times and you shat three times. Whenever you shat, you'd feel what was like a huge pair of rubbery lips latch onto your entire ass, nibbling and sucking it from you.

Finally things around you begin to slacken about an hour after they all stopped fucking you. You eventually feel the cool floor against your shoulder blade, strange sensation after being closely hugged by rubbery slime for so long.

The creatures continue to retreat and you're left prone on the floor on your back

Their doors swish shut.

You just lay on your back unable to move. Your mind is clear but you are completely spent from orgasming... and you're paralysed - the drugs... but calm. Your eyes can move though... and you aren't blind. You look around the ceiling and notice that the high side mirrors have become windows. A mass of faces are crammed against the glass looking at you.

Your body starts to regain movement and your right hand flops onto your belly. Your skin is covered in a thin layer of slime and is so wonderfully smooth. You realise the pajamas are gone. Your belly feels huge. You slide your hand over your distended belly.

"Hmm, interesting," you think, unconcerned.

You feel your right breast. Your nipple is enormous and sensitive. Your left hand descends to your crotch which you discover is completely devoid of hair and incredibly smooth. You quickly soar to an orgasm in seconds of rubbing your clit. After recovering you touch it again.

It feels so exquisite. You rub for maybe 10 seconds and convulse in another intense orgasm.

After five mind-blowing orgasms in two minutes you're exhausted and stop.

You remember your spectators and become embarrassed. The drugs must be easing. You're suddenly concerned about your huge belly.

Your right hand rises to your scalp which, as you suspected is as smooth as your crotch. Your eyebrows, eye lashes, every hair has been dissolved from your body by the slime, like the cotton onesey.

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