Semen Slime Lurker

Brittany's cum sheen covering Derek grew opaque and his body disappeared from view.

With each breath Derek ingested more cum... his gagging subsiding.

The infection took hold in the semen cocoon. Derek's breasts and cock bulged out into full Futa form.

Derek attempted to stand but the slime pulled him back into the tub.

Mutation ensued... the virus drove to the deepest recesses of bone and flesh. Sitting in the tub, Derek pulled his hand up through the muck toward his face to see his flesh melt into the off white color of cum.

As virus reached his brain stem, Derek's thoughts drifted, merging with the virus' need to spread.

Continuing to hold his arm in front of him, he asked it to morph liquidous and it responded, all the features of his hand gelling into a blunt appendage.

His new primordial body senses sharpened. Somewhere in the distance his body felt the minute vibrations of women laughing in the building. His slime cock stiffened uncontrollably.

Regaining control... Derek opened the drain on the tub. Commanding his body to its fully liquid state he descended into the drain.

Following the vibrations, Derek traveled through the pipes. Several minutes later he emerged in the women's communal locker room shower adjacent to the buildings exercise room. Derek's gel eye ascended from the drain to spot four twenty something women showering their lithe fit bodies. Soap and water cascaded over their perky breasts, and down through their hairless pussies. Derek had to will every urge from his body to keep from exploding from it's confines.