Hi, my name's Maria and let me start by saying I'm a complete science nerd. I'm not one of those fat couch potatoes that plays video games or creams over comic book super heroes. I'm 25, have light brown skin, black hair down to my shoulders, and my friends say I could be the chicana version of Velma from Scooby Doo. You don't know how hard I have to work by going to the gym once or twice a week for thirty minutes tops to keep my figure. I'm what you could call skinny fat and I'm not afraid to admit it.
I'm a nerd in the sense that I wear glasses but you probably won't catch me at comic con. Well, not unless the crew from Mythbusters is signing autographs. When I say I'm a science nerd, I mean it. My days are spent working towards my chemistry major and my evenings are spent reviewing my notes. The only free time I have comes at nights when I squeeze in an episode or two of my favorite science show. I think in a way that gives me a chance to squeeze my pillow and imagine myself explaining the physics of folklore. There was one night however that would prove to be life changing.
It was a night like any other. I shed my sweater in favor of my flannel jammies. Tonight's episode however was a unique topic. Instead of the normal science followed by explosives, they were testing the ludicrous myth that you could swim just as quickly in syrup as in water. I squeezed my pillow but my fantasies weren't about scientific fame. My ears were flushed crimson and my breaths were coming in short gasps. Beneath my jammies, my nips were perked hard enough to cut glass. I once again put myself in their place but this time it was my nude body struggling through the warm molasses. I could just imagine the viscous liquid passing over each curve of my soft body. I slid my hand beneath my jammies and felt how hot my body had become. I couldn't explain it but my body ached for my touch and I had to oblige.
I hit the pause button on my dvr and ran to my bed. I quickly returned with my vibrator that I took great lengths to hide and a blanket. I switched it on and slid off my jammies. I shamelessly spread my legs under my blanket and closed my eyes. I quit paying attention to my favorite show and let my imagination take over. I was no longer on my couch but I was instead struggling to swim laps in viscous syrup. I was completely naked in the goo and it was hugging my breasts with the attention of a corset. I pushed off and struggled to pass through the goo, but I found myself wanting to rub myself silly. The fantasy proved itself hard to maintain since my vibe seemed to know exactly what to do with my clit.
Before I knew it, I was seeing stars. I knew I had a mess to clean up before long but for now I was basking in nirvana. My dark brown eyes scanned my dark apartment just to make sure I was completely alone. A quick shower followed the cleanup and I was left to finish the episode. My mind was racing with the thought that somehow several hundred gallons of viscous syrup was within my grasp. Somehow, I just knew that the possibility of fulfilling my new found fantasy was easier than I was making it. But by the time the end credits were rolling, I was still clueless.
The next day in class proved to be unique as well. Despite seeing signs for the annual career fair on display, it still popped out to me as a sign from above. Curiosity overtook my routine as I resolved myself to browse my future options. I chatted up one of the event organizers to see what a chemistry major would entail for me. I browsed a few of the tables he recommended and I predictably found a few mediocre options at best. But then again I probably shouldn't expect a sixty thousand dollar job without a few years of experience. But Something did catch my eye with send my heart pounding with excitement and arousal.
Just as luck would have it, there was a syrup and candy plant in an adjacent town and they were looking for a chemist. I chatted the representative up while trying my hardest to hide my excitement. I knew I couldn't hide my crimson ears so I just did my best to engage him with questions. One thing led to another and I found myself scheduled for a tour. I couldn't focus on my classes and I'm sure I missed a few critical points in my notes. As soon as I got home and finished my nightly review, I played Mythbusters again but instead of playing the next episode, I set it to record and replayed the syrup episode. I skipped forward to the syrup segments and well...you can guess the rest.
After what seemed like an eternity, the day of my tour finally game. I got the expected walkthrough of the plant as well as a rundown of what benefits I could expect assuming that a massive layoff wasn't in my future. I did get to walk across the cat walks and get a bird's eye view what went into making syrup. I saw vats of gooey natural syrup that I later found out was almost worth its weight in gold. To mass produce it, I was directed towards another vat that provided most of the filler. It was clear, gooey, viscous, and from what I was told, sugar free. This stuff looked just like the goo used in Muthbusters. I didn't know if my tour guide could see it, but I fell head over heels in love with this stuff. He called my name which snapped me back to reality. We finished the tour but I was too busy admiring the lack of security around the facility.
I waited a couple of days for the weekend to come, which for most college students was Thursday night. I drove out under the darkness of night after 11 pm to minimize the chance of me running into any unwelcome interlopers. I parked two blocks away and wearing my black slacks and black Velma sweater, I crept up to the factory. I noticed that only a couple of security guards were outside but they were sitting in their cars sipping coffee and chatting each other up. I quickly found a window that would push open and slipped inside.
Being a science nerd has its perks. Despite being smart enough to remember complex chains and bonds, sometimes I had trouble remembering where I parked. This time however I somehow tricked my brain into thinking this was for science. I quickly pinpointed the vat of clear goo in the darkness and climbed up an adjacent ladder. I peered inside the tank and through the dim light; I could find safety ladders which were conveniently placed in case someone like me happened to "stumble" in. As a bonus, there was a platform along the edges of the tank which gave me a convenient place to strip. I kicked off my black shoes, dropped my black slacks, and pulled away my cute black sweater.
I was left with a black bikini that was modest by today's standards. I looked down and ran my hands across my bare belly. I wasn't fat but you could say I was on the skinny side of chubby. Instead of feeling ashamed, I took a small sense of pride in my natural beauty. After all, with my hard nips and the moisture from my oozing goddess, such things couldn't even register with me. I knelt down to run my fingers across the surface and took mental notes of its molasses like thickness. My left hand wrapped around the rail of a nearby safety ladder while my right hand balanced myself on the ledge. I took a hard swallow as my racing heart and my demanding sex clouded my judgment. I jumped ever so slightly, knowing that whatever lay ahead would certainly be intense.
Before I knew it, I was up to my hips in thick goo and my feet couldn't feel anything underneath. Again my left hand loosely gripped the ladder but my sex instantly felt alive. The goo seemed to want to penetrate me from every end and even though I had just met it, I was inclined to oblige. Before I knew it, I was rolling my hips sending the thick goo passing between my thighs. The goo's viscosity wasn't making things easy, but then again neither are the best things in life. I quickly knew that this would tire me out before I had a chance to climax so I allowed my right hand to descend below the surface. Thankfully I was no stranger to my own body and I instantly knew what to do. My ring and index finger spread my sex apart which allowed the goo to hitch a ride with my middle finger.
