If you haven't already, it might be worth reading Parts One and Two before you read this. It picks up directly where they leave off...
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Lily realised that she was now in a much larger room, and that the metal ramp on which she lay ran from the middle of one wall down into a huge pool that filled the whole of the room. There appeared to be no doors or windows, and the remaining walls were plain and white, rising up to a high, white ceiling.
Lily's attention was drawn back to the pool, which shimmered in the dim light. It appeared to have a yellow tint to it, but otherwise it rippled and gently splashed like any other swimming pool. She rose and walked carefully down the sticky ramp to the edge of the water. As she drew closer she was assaulted by an acrid stench, and she realised that the 'water' absolutely did have a yellow tint to it. She stopped in her tracks, then backed carefully away from the huge lake of pee. As she did so she became dimly aware of a trickling noise from one of the far corners of the room.
She looked across to the left and noticed a bright yellow stream cascading from a niche, high up on the opposite side, that was splashing off the wall before adding noisily to the pool of piss below. Looking upwards she could see a small, cherub-like being crouching high up in a niche in the corner. He was staring straight at her and waved as she stared. All the time he was letting go a constant stream of urine from his frankly tiny penis.
A tiny penis was not an unwelcome sight to Lily right at that moment, and she wasn't particularly worried when the cherub lifted out of its cubby hole and, with tiny wings fixed to its shoulders, gently drifted down to the ramp where she stood. His landing was a bit shaky, and he did not stop peeing as he flew, so Lily found herself splashed a couple of times across the chest. The fabric of her nightdress was sheer at the best of times, and became transparent as it clung, soaked, to her pert breasts. Her nipples showed clearly through the material and, to her shame, as the cherub stared they started to harden with a combination of the attention and the cooling air.
She sat down and, modestly, put an arm across her chest.
"Stop staring at my tits," she scolded.
The cherub shrugged.
"Don't let me piss on them," he said, "and I won't be able to see them."
"I didn't..." began Lily, but she thought better of getting into that argument. "Who are you?"
