Stand scared and immobilized
From Create Your Own Story
You watch the closest slimey shit-coloured blob as it slimes towards you.
All the doors are blocked now as the things slowly creep inwards.
You notice little orifices covering the thing, which you realise is one cohesive unit, not a pile of loose shit as you originally thought.
Suddenly a voice comes from nowhere, "You have chosen the Slime Monster, or as they prefer to be called Shaphlubtshnikum. Try not to be afraid. Once caccooning has been initiated, please remember to relax your jaw and allow oral insertions. Enjoy!"
"What!? What!? Hey! What do you mean!? I didn't sign up for this!"
As you look around the ceiling for the sources of the voice you don't notice an appendage of ooze that projected out ahead of the slow hideous pile until it crept onto your foot. You quickly pull away horrified and notice that the place where it touched you dissolved the cotton and left your skin tingling.
<Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...>
The small orifices all begin farting out puffs of faintly blue mist that immediately dissapates. A lovely aroma reaches your nostrils and you feel slightly dizzy and sluggish. The Slime Monsters appear to accelerate, but actually your senses are dulled so much that time seems to pass quicker.
You slowly dazedly back away from the creature and feel another slimey appendage touch the backs of your legs. Your response is slower and You lose the pajamas up to your knees.
<Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...> <Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...> <Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...>
<Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...> <Pfffft, pfffft, pfffft, pffffft, pffffft, ...>
The other creatures are all close now and they fart, adding to the intoxicant. You legs buckle and you slump into a sitting position. The creatures all close in engulfing you. Your addled mind thinks of your mother baking bread and how the rising yeasty dough would swell and close on any empty parts of the pan. Actually the gases emitted from the shit-piles reminded you somewhat of baking bread and cookies and maybe blueberry pie. You realise you haven't breathed in a while. Some part of you is panicking.
A hard slimey sausage-like thing bumps your lips. You need to breath and open your mouth. The sausage slides in. You are about to recoil when a distant memory of a voice telling you to accept the oral insertion, or something. You're about to pass out or die anyway. You give in and your jaw slackens. The sausage swells and air enters your lungs. You immediately become more aware.
