You Wake On A Bed Of Leeches

You are slowly shaken from your slumber as you seem to bob up and down all over your body, feeling a light pitter patter all the way up and down your back, from the rear of your heels to the crown of your head, getting a slimy wetness as it goes above your neck. You a shaken and moved, your limbs unwilling to change their positions all the while you gently start to open your eyes. When you fully regain conciousness you peer down over your body to see the slimy dark brown sponge grown all over your body with your head and the end of your cock exposed, the mushroom tip just over the end of the tube. It has hardened its cold sticky self over your limbs and chest as if holding you in stone. It can move and flex at will, but any attempts at movement you make are halted and do nothing. Light is a privilege you no longer seem to have as you are also moving down an enclosed area in the dark. Looking around further reveals that you are being carried along a lengthy bed of leeches all working together to move you forward as if on a convatorbelt. They seem to be hurrying you down into some kind of colony carved into a large dirt tunnel. Roots and tiny drops of water hang from above as more dark green leeches scurry and squirm in and out of smaller tunnels and pooling nests on every wall of mud, some working to build up the colony further buy digging tunnels or spitting up their catch of blood into pockets for later. The chambers are pretty large for a family of leeches, if you weren't currently trapped in a sponge suit, you could crawl around inside like it is some kind of club house or mining cavern.

A stench of something old and foul overtakes the air inside, large pockets or pouches made from a hardening saliva pool and containing various bodily fluids, everything from blood to sperm, maybe to store them for the colonies' later consumption, an act of rationing among the whole. They continue to bring you further into their home until they lead you into a large innerchamber flooded with excrement, a fat flat red toadstool growing in the center just out of the waste all around the floor. It is larger than the tunnels you have been carried through, but is still pretty small when compared to your size. You might be able to fit two, three people if you really wanted to. Then, you hear an odd noise in front of you, a combination of a gargling and sniffing in a twisted feminine voice calling over the sloshing of the leeches. " *sniff*... *sniff* *sniff*, *snifffffffff*.... maaalllleeeee...." Thanks to the sponge suit, you can't move your head to see who or what is talking, but you feel a rubbery slime drenched hand laced with some kind of oil part the sponge around your cock and take your **** manhood into its grip. It drips oils and gunk onto your pelvis, seemingly breaking away more of the suit holding you. A hand reaches up and slathers a bit of gunk over your right cheek, smelling of a familiar but rancid stench. With it, a face leans over your body and you see what the leeches have brought you to.