Shampoo

As Kim press down on the bottle, the mass of shampoo beneath Peter pushed him through the nozzle and onto Kim's waiting hand. immersed in the viscous substance, he had no time to respond before he was plopped onto her hair. Well, maybe enough time to steal a glance at her chest, but that couldn't be helped.

Already disoriented, Peter suddenly had his vision blurred and divided as Kim began washing her hair. With each scrub, more and more of Peter's essence became intermixed with the strands of hair. To the surprise of Peter, he seemed to be able to keep himself held-together within her hair, instead of going down the drain with the shampoo. As the shampoo slowly drained away, Kim ran her hands through her hair, showering Peter with that bodily warmth which he so desperately needed.

Just as Peter had acquired an intimate connection with Alice's clothes, he was now one with Kim's hair. It was jet black, shoulder length, with fine, unsplit strands. It had no doubt been pampered, cared for, and lovingly accessorized by Kim throughout her life. The amazing feeling of her hands running through it - running through him - was evidence enough.

That was when Peter realized that the now familiar feeling of intense lust was overtaking him. However, now he had nowhere to jump to - the bottles were behind the shower curtain, and jumping onto anything else risked going down the drain. If he was going to stick around with Kim for more than a few minutes, he would have to either think of some way to channel that lust. Or come up with something even more radical.