Groggy, a bit dazed, and very tired...
The scientist blinked his eyes a few times as he slowly came to and noticed that the lights of his bedroom were on for some reason...
He had hardly gotten to sleep a few minutes prior and he went to sleep quite pissed off and upset. It had been several weeks since he had injected the original sample of black slime with the SSW, and just as he predicted, it eventually left his household / laboratory of its own accord once the SSW decided that it was the right time. The only thing is...
That damn thing never came back!
Unless...
"No way! Surely this is only a dream since I've been thinking about it nonstop right?" The scientist thought to himself.
He hadn't quite figured out the situation as of yet because his pupils still had hardly adjusted to the sharp light of the room.
These details all took place over the course of a few seconds but the scientist finally decided to give his eyes a quick rub as he soon realized that he couldn't.
What the hell? Was he suffering from some form of sleep paralysis now?
And just like that, within a course of a millisecond, the scientist's foggy mind had finally made the connection as his heart beat skyrocketed as it felt like it was about to jump right out of his chest from the sheer adrenaline rush that he was getting. The experiment was a success!
Just at that very moment when his adrenal glands kicked into high gear it was as if his body had been electrocuted by lightning. He felt his stomach getting tight with nervousness and butterflies, and his very fingers began to shake and quiver just from thinking about what the SSW was going to do to him next.
And in no time at all he had developed what must have been one of the most painful yet fierce and violently throbbing erections he had ever felt in his life.
At the same that this was happening though, the scientist savored and was in absolute rapture at the slimy, slick, and sleek bodysuit that was covering him. He thought about the barrage of sensations that the SSW was putting his body through, starting from the very bottom with his toes, which were each individually wrapped in their own little pockets as if the SSW had taken care of them to be as neat and tidy as possible in wrapping in the scientist up as if he were an inanimate present. Those little pockets seamlessly led down to his soles and covered both of his entire feet, ankles, shins, knees, and legs as if they were the most well-fitted pair of pantyhose or lycra in the world.
The slime hugged him with such tightness and closeness, and yet it didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all. Leading from his well-coated legs and lower body, the black slime layer continued up onto his stomach and upper chest and all of his back and shoulders, as it continued to snake directly against his body, making sure not to miss a single square inch of the scientist's skin, as if the slime needed the scientist's skin to stay alive.
Just as his toes were wrapped individually like little presents, his fingers and thumbs were the same way, as they formed a smoothly continuous second-skin that encased his arms, which transitioned with no interruptions to his neck and his very face and ears. It seeped into his inner nostrils and even into his mouth, and even though he had no autonomous control of his body, he could very much feel the slime invading his every bodily orifice and every possible entrance that the slime could penetrate and overrun, the slime did.
Even down to his buttocks, which if the scientist could see it in the reflection of the light, became two very well-formed and shapely mounds of muscle encapsulated by a lustrous and polished black slime.
As the seconds slowly drew on, the scientist even came to realize that the slime had even climbed into his ears a bit, as that inner area felt quite unfamiliar and squishy.
The slime had become quite intimate with the scientist.
And to top it all off, the little ooze had become even more "friendly" with the scientist's now-nearly-bursting-erection.
It stuck out like a sore thumb, and although the scientist could not see it, the light of the room cast a nice sheen upon his already-tortured dick which actually complemented the rest of his body quite well. Besides the scientist's movement from the breathing and blinking, it was as if his now-trapped cock served as a white flag of surrender to the Sentient Slime Water, and even though nothing happened yet, his cock and his butt muscles could not help themselves but to forcibly flex, tighten, contract themselves against the merciless binds of the Black slime.
Pretty soon that scientist had even begun to lift and tilt his hips whichever way that he could in an attempt to get some sort of stimulation out of the slime, but he could not accomplish anything whatsoever by doing that. If anything, he was probably just encouraging the Sentient Slime Water to torture him even more. Keep in mind that the possessed human has not even come into the picture yet...
For quite some time, and for the scientist it seemed like an eternity, the tortured man lay on his own bed, a prisoner of his own household, and he twitched and writhed endlessly like some sort of a caterpillar trying to escape its chrysalis when it is turning into a butterfly.
It was a very pathetic attempt from the scientist to get what he wanted, but the Sentient Slime Water was really just simply amused by his feeble attempts to selfishly please only himself.
There was already another witness in the room, which the scientist could not see, and she simply looked on from another point of view which provided full access to the man's body.
As the sounds of slime mixing and mashing against flesh filled the room, this mysterious stranger watched on and could see his butt, quad, and hip muscles trying to fight against the black slime that was encasing everything.
But most of all this witness to the delicious suffering was mostly focused on the scientist's gleaming cock. She admired how tight that the ooze had cupped the balls and effortlessly slid into his perineum from one direction and at the same time in an almost paradoxical manner, continued to aggressively latch onto the scientist's brazenly struggling cock while still maintaining an aura of serenity and absolute domination and control by masterfully staying put no matter what.
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