The slime feels kinda nice

 

The gooey warm feeling of the crap you're up to your ankles in actually feels a bit nice. You take off your shoes and socks, roll up your pant legs, sit down, allowing the waste to coat your legs. They eventually go numb. When you finally get up and out of the s*it, your legs feel odd. You try to wipe off the muck with your jacket sleeve, but much to your surprise your arm sinks halfway into your leg. You notice your toes are a single lump on the end of your foot. You begin to panic, but slowly you realize that you now have infinite access to that sweetly warm slime. You watch the waste on your sleeve move to your hand and fully coat it, fusing your fingers into a thick lump, almost like a mitten. You feel the stuff move up your arm and become one with your limb. Your shirt and jacket sleeves sink into your arm a little. Drunk on the wonderful sensation, you shed all clothing on your upper body shove your other arm into the s*itty river. Muck lunges out and cocoons your arms, and you let out a small giggle as it does. More goo leaps onto your chest, and it envelops the remainder of your body, save for your head. The smell that once made you want to hurl suddenly smells pretty nice. A last glob latches onto your head and fuses into it, completing your morph into a giant goo person who smells of crap. You spend your days in the sewer, loving the feeling your new nonsolid form gives you. Although it sometimes gets a bit lonely, you are content with your new life.

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