Sam was looking through the tiny peephole in his front door as he had locked himself inside his apartment. There had been strange things happening from strange creatures flying around to slime pouring from the walls. He couldn't even get to his car so he decided to stay where he was and hope for the best.
He wasn't getting any cell reception as the slime seemed to be blocking the signal. He could see it dripping down the walls outside his windows and was freaking out a little feeling like a prisoner in his own home.
He suddenly heard a sound coming from the bathroom like the faucet had turned on on its own. He ran down and saw water pouring from and walked over turning it off. He stood there for a moment watching it but nothing seemed to be happening. As he turned to walk away it turned back on again.
"What the fuck!" He said to himself turning it off again when the bathtub suddenly started filling up as well. "What the fuck is going on here?" He said trying to turn it off when the water suddenly stopped.
It seemed like the pipe was blocked or something but seconds later a pink ooze began to pour out of the faucet followed by the same thing in the sink. Sam backed away and closed the door before shoving towels under it.
"This can't be happening. Leave me alone!" He yelled before he ran to his bedroom and shut the door.
He stood there for a very long time waiting for something to happen. He was scared because he didn't know what was going on and didn't know what this pink ooze wanted, or these flying creatures. It felt like forever but after a while, he heard only silence and began to relax.
Falling back on his bed he let out a sigh of relief. "I can't deal with his shit," he said taking a deep breath when he heard something.
It was faint but sounded like a dripping noise landing on fabric. He opened his eyes and saw a large pink stain on the ceiling that was dripping down on top of him. He looked down and saw the pink ooze dripping on his jeans, right on his crotch to be exact.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed before he saw his belt start to unbuckle on its own. Sam tried to get up but suddenly these strange-looking hands tipped out of his mattress grabbing his arms and legs holding him down on the bed. "Oh my God, someone help me!" He yelled out but nobody could hear him. Even if anyone could, they Were dealing with their own problems at the moment as the slime continued to drip.
His belt opened up followed by his pants button popping and his zipper sliding down exposing his fabric underwear. It wasn't long before the slime started dripping again against the fabric soaking into it as he struggled to get loose but it was no use.
His jeans slid down around his ankles while his underwear endured a few more drips before sliding down his legs. His cock was out in the open air, soft with fear as he couldn't escape what was about to happen to him and then he felt it. The slime had started dripping again against his cock. It was warm as the ooze soaked every inch of his member before it began to twitch.
