Chloe gets handsy, then slimy

Chloe could certainly detect that your lack of mobility was actually exciting to you. Being trapped in your own self was indeed frightening, the very thought of your existence continuing fully at Chloe's whim, to be a pawn for a slimegirl, it was almost too much. But something about losing that control and having Chloe dictate at least some of the course of your life, it was undeniably sexy. She was making you be this sexy, and behaving entirely out of character for you, and you couldn't contain your arousal, feeling the clear signs of it between your legs.

Normally, that sensation would make you squirm. You so desperately wanted to squirm. It was like an itch that needed scratching, but Chloe declined. She held your body firm, as the growing ache for some sort of relief was denied to you.

"Getting a little worked up, are we?" Chloe said, with your mouth. The seductive lilt of her words was in itself intoxicating, even if you were staring at yourself saying them. And yet, this woman in the reflection was anything but you, she only bore a resemblance. You somehow felt disconnected from your own image while Chloe was at the helm, at least when it came to what you saw. Her hands began to slide along your stomach, reminding you that you still very much felt normal, proportional alterations aside.

"I just, well--" You started to speak, your meek words barely escaping your lips before Chloe took your ability to talk fully away from you. Everything was gone, the only thing you had left was your consciousness, isolated from the world with no way to communicate with anyone, you couldn't even blink on your own. Your awareness of the situation was the only thing Chloe didn't take.

She wagged a finger with a grin. "Ah-ah, I can tell you're totally fine with me taking you for a spin. More of a primal urge than anything, I'm sure if I let you talk you'd try to reason with me to let you have some little freedoms. But I won't. And I might not give it back."

She was joking, of course. She had to be. ...She totally had to be, right?

Uncertainty crept into your mind, which spurred Chloe on as she began to strut into the bedroom, pausing in front of the bed while her hands--they used to be your hands, but clearly at the moment, they belonged to Chloe--began to roam, along her hips and legs, but then up to her breasts where they parked for a while. You felt all of it, and somehow your senses felt magnified when you were severed from any control or other bodily processes. Being in the passenger's seat afforded you time to fully observe your predicament. Maybe it was that heightened arousal from not being in control that magnified the sensations even more, because you had to admit, a false threat to lock you up inside your own body wouldn't be nearly as effective as the possibility that Chloe might make good on her word to steal your body for herself and never let you go.

Chloe lay her newly acquired body down, kneading the sizable breasts under her fingers roughly, though not necessarily painfully--the slime she'd added to the mass of your body seemed to alleviate pain at a rapid pace. That's probably why she could stretch and alter you with ease, why your breasts didn't hurt when expanded to such--

You didn't have time to finish your internal thoughts before a cool rush of slime traveled out every orifice simultaneously. Chloe wasn't leaving the body, but she was creating tendrils of herself to extend from you. At least, that's what you thought, as you could only see the green tentacle that sprouted from your mouth, as it writhed in front of your face. Now would have been the perfect time to scream or struggle, but your body remained perfectly calm and still instead. Your eyes never looked down to see the green tendril sprouting from your vagina and ass as well, though you certainly felt them. The fact that your body wouldn't even jerk or buck in response drove you mad, being restrained in such a way was such a bizarre, torturous feeling to have so little response to your nerve endings feeling like they were on fire from the stimulation!

The tendrils of slime began to link up, somewhere above your midsection. You could feel the cool slime run along your torso, between your breasts and across your stomach. You could sense the slime flowing in and out of you after they linked up. Chloe created a ring through you, an ouroboros of slime where you fed yourself her green mass, as it passed through your throat and out your mouth, and down to your pussy and ass, where the girth of the slime felt like it was stretching you in both entrances. You couldn't tell other than the sensation of massive amounts of slime quickly passing through you, weaving through your internal organs to complete the journey.

And your body? Chloe used your arms and legs to prop you up slightly, just gently lifting your torso and hips with legs and arms apart so there were no obstructions. The calmness of your body's motions was betrayed by the state of things--your heart was beating so quickly it felt like you were about to burst, while your body was perspiring--you couldn't see it, but the droplets had a hint of green to them! All the while, your pussy was building pressure and heat at a rate you'd never experienced. The tidal wave of climax hit your body without mercy, striking you with pleasure that would have shut down your ability to control your limbs as you would shiver and quiver and shake while it rocked you.

It would have, had you been in control. Chloe kept your body in that zen, meditative state. There was no way for you to mitigate any of the pleasure the way even a simple moan might help. Vocalizations, twitching, squirming your body were all things designed to alleviate some of the built-up sensation, but Chloe let it overwhelm you by keeping you still, leaving your body unprotected to the throes of the orgasm.

The pleasure, when allowed to focus like that, was enough to knock you fully **** from the sensory overload, your mind's last defense from a pleasure too powerful for you to know how to understand, let alone cope with.