Keep masterbating. This may not last
From Create Your Own Story
You look over and notice the bed, pushed to the corner and covered in slime.
The fur is sunthetic and didn't dissolve. You stumble over an 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 in 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 previously only managed to orgasm once while rubbing your nubby and reading an erotic story your uncle e-mailed you from planet Beta 4.
"...and time is up." the voice announces, "Slime Monsters are allowed only twelve hours for each that chooses to enagage to complete their breeding. 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. The rubber floor opens and the water drains out sucking you to the floor until its gone.
"You'll be glad to know your current condition is permanent."
Then in a sing-songy voice, "You have received 4,874,900 points for surviving and becoming impregnated by SIX SLIME MONSTRERS!!" "Well done, bravo. That's a first and a galactic record!"
"WHAT!? Impregnated!?" You stick a finger in your twat and feel your hymen. "I'm still a virgin!"
You see the faces above you 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 an silence.
