Late evening.

You wake up to a rhythmic pulsing in your ears, you open your eyes, only to again wake up on your garden. You realize the pulsing was the blood rushing in your ears. You find this strange, and reach up to feel their temperature, only to find there’s nothing there! Your ears are gone, replaced by slime. You then look at your hands, only to see the lack of fingers! They’ve been converted to slime, too! Panic grips your heart, and as you tear at the wetsuit, you find your fingers are still functional, if not a little bit less structurally sound. You unzip the zipper, and flop out of the suit with a wet thud. You look down and find that the layer of slime has tripled in thickness, or maybe you’ve just been turned into that much more slime. The dildo is still inside you, and fully enveloped by slime, which seems to be holding it tight inside. You reach inside yourself and grab at the slippery rubber ohallus, but it doesnt slide out as you had expected it to, and its almost as if theres some dense layer ato7nd your genitals thats keepimg it pushed in. That thought process is put on hold, however, because at that exact moment, you feel a gust of wind, and realize that a rainstorm is seconds from unleashing it’s watery payload on you. Based on your bath earlier, you can infer that feeling that much water hit you at once would send you into an immense chain of orgasms, so you are left with a choice.