My alarm began buzzing at 6:30 am, the sound piercing the confusing dream of black tendrils of smoke reaching for me at the bottom of the ocean. I got up and groggily walked across my bedroom to the alarm clock on my dresser shutting it off. I took a deep breath leaning against my dresser feeling the exhaustion in my body. Pushing myself off I headed to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights as my eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness. I went to look at myself in the mirror and was greeted with the drop cloth I had taped up last night. I knew that I had to look pretty rough to be feeling this tired. I quickly weighed myself before turning on my shower and getting it warmed up for me.
I stepped into the warm water angling my head down and putting it into the stream. I looked on the ground where my dildo from last night lay. I had forgotten that I had left it attached to the wall of the shower, such a strange thing for me. I picked it up and put it onto an empty shelf in the shower. I grabbed the shampoo from another shelf and squirted some into my hand and began to work it into my hair.
I put my head into the water leaning my back so that the water could rinse the shampoo from it while I slowly worked my hands through my hair. Unbeknownst to me, the small mirror I had on one of my shower shelves began to flex. A small black tentacle pushed through and curled through the air slightly as it watched me. The last of the shampoo had been washed from my hair and I stepped out from under the water and grabbed my body wash.
I shook it a few times and squirted a generous amount into my palm. As I put the bottle down, the tentacle was behind me to my right just out of sight curling slightly above me. As I spread the body wash across my body, the tentacle saw its moment. It positioned itself two feet above my head aiming its tip down towards my body.
I began to rub the body wash into my arms working the suds across them. Then I began to work the wash into my torso. The tentacle began to swell where it protruded from the mirror as if it was pushing something through. The swelling formed the outline of a ball traveling through the tentacle towards the tip. I had somewhat become lost in the sensations of my hands gliding over my body and a mixture of the sexual disappointment of the night prior.
As my hands slowly slid from my toned stomach to my breasts, the tentacle seized its moment. The ball-like shape reached the tip of the tentacle and a small opening formed. From the opening came more of the slime from last night. The tentacle had pumped some of its slime through itself and was preparing another load as it worked its way through the tentacle.
As my hands slowly moved in to cup my breasts, the tentacle gently squirted its first load of slime perfectly so that it landed on my breasts as my hands made contact. It was so seamless that I hadn’t even realized that the slime had been dropped on me. My hands pressed against my breasts combining the body wash and slime. As I worked my hands over my breasts, I mixed the two so that I would not have even noticed that the slime had been added.
My breasts started to get warm and tingle reminding me of last night. I kept my eyes closed as I continued to work the mixture across my body, one hand spreading it across my breasts as I massaged them and another moving the mixture towards my pussy. While I was distracted, the tentacle pushed further through the mirror until at least twelve feet of it were in the shower with me. It twisted itself around me without touching me, working its way towards my shower supplies.
It found the bottle of body wash that I use and wrapped itself around it. In a matter of moments, it learned how to unscrew the top of the bottle. It wrapped part of its length around the bottom of the bottle and wrapped another length around the top, using itself to twist the cap. The cap unscrewed easily and the tentacle positioned itself over the opening.
The tentacle began to swell again as it pushed several loads of the slime through its length. The tentacle swelled as the slime traveled through the tentacle that was surrounding me. Had I opened my eyes I would have seen what was happening, but I was too lost in trying to chase that sexual feeling the slime provided.
The tentacle opened its tip again and began to squirt load after load of the slime into the bottle. After depositing enough, it screwed the cap back on. It shook the bottle as it had seen me do earlier to mix the slime in with the body wash ensuring that I would never know it was in there. The sound of the shower and my complete focus on my body’s sensations hid the sound of the slime and wash mixing.
The tentacle then began to pull itself back through the mirror, taking a momentary pause mere inches from my pussy and my fingers rubbing it as if making a decision. The moment passed though and it pulled its full length back through the mirror returning it to its normal reflective surface. I was so lost in trying to relive the sensations from the night prior.
A text from my phone drew my attention away and made me focus suddenly. The same effect as cold water being dumped on me occurred, realizing that I was most certainly going to be late. I checked my phone and saw that it was already 7:15. I quickly finished washing my body and rinsed my body clean. I jumped out of my shower and grabbed my towel rubbing myself dry as quickly as I could.
I had no time to dry my hair or do it so it looked like I’d be going with a ponytail today. I wrapped my towel around my head and headed into my walk-in closet. I grabbed a nice long sleeve button up and thin sweater to wear over it. On my way out I grabbed a pair of black pants. Throwing them on the bed I made my way to my dresser and pulled out some socks and took a moment when I opened my panties drawer. With a little smirk, I grabbed a thin pair that hugged my body tight and had a little bow in the front.
I raced through brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant, and applying moisturizers to my face. I threw the towel in the bathroom and speed walked to my bed. The slight jiggle of my freed breasts was noticeable due to the slime as they were more sensitive. I couldn’t focus on it right now. I threw on my clothes and hurried to my kitchen, knowing full well there was no time for me to prepare anything for me to eat.
Grabbing my purse I made my way to the garage grabbing two granola bars on the way out, they would have to do. I threw my purse into the passenger seat and started my car. I pulled out of my driveway to endure my commute knowing that I was going to be very late today. My worry didn’t fully eclipse the warmth and tingling my body was still feeling.
After a forty-five minute commute, I finally got into work and hurried to my desk. I powered up my desktop and realized that I had forgotten to bring any semblance of lunch. Looks like I will be having one granola bar for breakfast and another for lunch. While I sat waiting for my computer to boot up, I could feel my nipples pressing against my bra. The sensation was demanding that I reach up and cup them, further the stimulation but I couldn’t.
Todd, one of my coworkers, walked by my cubicle knocking on it lightly to let me know that our boss Stan had been looking for me for something. Thanking Todd, I logged into my desktop and pulled up the IM system our company used. I sent a quick message to Stan asking if he needed me for anything.
A few moments later, he responded that he hadn’t seen me in yet so he wanted to check up on me. I thanked him and let him know that my alarm hadn’t gone off and I had slightly overslept and that it wouldn’t happen again. He said that it wasn’t an issue and reminded me that we had a machine project meeting coming up in two hours.
I minimized the chat window and loaded up the CAD software my company used. Being a female engineer was an interesting position. On one hand, you were treated like a unicorn for how rare you are, especially given my looks, but you also had to prove yourself beyond the coddling that would ultimately be given to you. I was slowly building a good career for myself as well as the respect of my colleagues.
I loaded the machine that I was currently designing and pulled up the current sub-assembly I was finishing. As I was designing a part for the model my mind kept wandering and becoming unfocused. The warmth and tingling were still present in my breasts as well as my pussy. I kept daydreaming of last night and focusing on the arousal my body was feeling, although subtle still demanded acknowledgment.
Suddenly, my email application popped up a reminder that my meeting was starting in five minutes. That couldn’t be right, I had just gotten here. I looked at the time on my screen and two hours had passed. How was this possible? I had to focus more.
Grabbing my laptop and my notepad I headed to the large conference room. When I got there, most of the attendees were already present so I grabbed a seat towards the middle of the conference room table. I powered up my laptop and opened a remote connection to my desktop at my cubicle so that I could at least get a little work done there.
Stan arrived and the meeting kicked off. His assistant pulled up the meeting minutes from the last meeting and the attendees began to provide updates and feedback on the previous points. I read through the notes that were on the large screen to familiarize myself with them before doing a little design work.
“You didn’t think you had escaped me, did you, Ashley?”
Hearing the creature’s voice made my body freeze and it felt like my blood had been replaced with ice water. I looked around the room to see if anyone else had heard it and not a single other person had responded to it. So either I was just hearing this voice or I was going crazy. Maybe this was all still a dream, a really vivid and accurate dream.
“You cannot escape me, Ashley. You will surrender to me.”
So it wasn’t actually making audible noise when it spoke, so that meant it had to be somehow speaking in my head. The noises of the meeting were drowned out as I focused on my own mind.