Keep masterbating. This may not last

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 17:32, 13 October 2013

You look over and notice the bed, pushed to the corner and covered in slime.

The fur is synthetic and didn't dissolve. You stumble over and slop into the slime soaked furry material. you feel comforted to be slimey again. The drugs in the slime calm and relax you.

One hand descends to your crotch while the other cups your breast with its two inch long fat nipple poking your palm. In seconds you convulse and quake as your body responds to the intense climax.

You cum and cum, completely addicted. You'd never been able to do this to yourself before. You'd previously managed to bring yourself to orgasm once while rubbing your nubby and reading an erotic story your uncle e-mailed you from planet Beta 4. Your uncle used to lick you down there. That wasn't even as nice as the slime monsters.

"...and time is up." a cheery female voice announces, "Slime Monsters are allowed only twelve hours each for breeding for those that choose to engage. Time is added accordingly for the number that participate in the coupling ceremony."

A more monotone male voice announces, "Cleansing will commence momentarily."

"What!? What do you mean "breeding!?""

Twelve hours each!? You count on your fingers for a while, shake your head and start again.

"THREE DAYS!!!???" you scream "I've been here... gurgle..."

The ceiling opens and a deluge of cold water descends on you sloshing you sideways into the wall. It continues for about a minute, flooding the room. The rubber floor then opens into a grid pattern of one inch by one inch holes and the water drains out sucking you to the floor until its gone, the furry bed ends up half on you covering your head.

You push the furry bed off you coughing and sputtering.

"You'll be glad to know your current defoliated condition is permanent." the voice cheerily announces. "You look DELICIOUS!! DO YOU AGREE?!" Cheering is heard through the speakers from a crowd somewhere.

You look at the high windows. They're all just looking down at you.

Then in a sing-songy tone, "You have received 4,874,900 points for surviving and becoming impregnated by SIX SLIME MONSTERS!!" "Well done, BRAVO!!. That's a first and a GALACTIC RECORD!!"

"WHAT!? Impregnated!?" You stick a finger in your cunt and feel your hymen. "I'm still a virgin!"

You see the faces above you silently laughing at your anguish.

"Gestation is seven days." The voice states. "Relax and enjoy your stay. furnishings will be provided for your comfort until the birthing, or whatever you call the discharge of millions of eggs."

"Nooo! No, You've made a mistake."

There's a crackle of disconnection and silence.

• try to abort the eggs
• Wait seven days