The Effervescence Horizon

Chapter 5: A new world

Ayisa walked through the door, a two-gallon container of the new substance weighing fiercely in each hand, and out into the foaming madness. While she was curious, excited, and indeed morbidly enthralled by the idea of the loudmouth, stuck-up faculty at the lab stripping down in an orgiastic ecstacy of lather, foam, and bodily fluids, her mind remained as fixed as a hunter's arrow on Benoit. She knew that this was what they'd both been waiting for, without ever being able to put it into words, and from that unerring conviction she was able to see him before her, his intentions as naked as the moment they had popped into his head. She thought for some reason of time-travel at that moment, remembered some jumbled scenes from movies and memory: blazing tire tracks, an empty jail cell, a hallway that hadn't been there before, light glaring through the door. She shook her head. It must be some aftereffects of that mind-shattering orgasm she just had.

Despite her best intentions to walk quickly down the hall, up the stairs, and out through the sliding glass door that was blessedly automatic (for those leaving, at least, because getting in always required the awkward ritual of buzzing the intercom and announcing her (fake) identity), she could not help but slow her pace to witness the wonders that surrounded her. The second door on the left was open, and the river of lathering foam on the floor branched off to flow into the room. This was the office of Professor Cranshaw, the coordinator of the research wing of the facility. Ayisa stopped for a moment and looked in. It was an office-books on shelves, computer on desk, window with the blinds drawn. But instead of seated at his desk, Professor Cranshaw was lying on the floor next to it. The substance flowed up and over his body, coating him in a thick white cream. His eyes were open but rolled back, and his lips opened and closed, muttering incomprehensibly. The substance writhed and rolled over his body, and caught up in a sort of vortex around his stiff cock, which was completely hidden by a cone of thick, slimy foam that spun and wriggled like an upside-down tornado. Ayisa smiled.

"Hi Professor, good to see you again!" she said in a cheerful voice, spun on her heels, and continued down the hall.

The next doors on the left and right were closed, but she could see the substance flowing under them, and hear moans and shouts from within. She passed them by but couldn't help but stop at another door that was open. It was the postdoctoral lounge. Inside was a common area with a couple of armchairs, a large table, and a small kitchen area. There were also a handful of small, individual offices inside. On top of the table, a woman was poised sitting with her legs bent at the knees and her torso leaning back, supported by her hands on the table behind her. The substance had flowed up the legs of the table-or maybe she had carried it onto the table with her-and it ran in thick layers over her body, forming rippled layers like thick batter dripping into a pan and gradually melting together. The lather ran over her breasts and stomach and groin and thighs like this, and the woman leaned her head back, mouth open in a silent moan. Her long hair hung down, and as she arched her head even further back, it touched the table. Immediately, as Ayisa watched, the substance saturated the hair, forming the same thick ripples. The woman reached up with one hand and touched her hair, then buried her hand deep within it. Her other hand couldn't hold her weight, and she slowly sank back onto the table, now lifting her knees. While one hand continued buried in her hair, the other made its way over her breasts, causing her to shudder as it grazed her nipple, down to the creamy waterfall that drenched her genitals. Her hand disappeared inside and finally her silent moan erupted into a breathy scream.

Ayisa turned toward the kitchen area and saw two other scientists on the floor beneath the sink. They were engulfed in a similar coating of rippling soapy slime as the woman on the table. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to be a man and a woman. They writhed their bodies against one another, moaning, and sighing. Ayisa thought one of them had probably tried to wash the substance off at the sink but had given in before she could, and the other had come to try to help only to end up on the floor glued to her with the thick, slimy soap. Looking around more, Ayisa saw a similar scene in one of the armchairs. Another couple, though this time it seemed to be two men, engulfed in cascades of thick, creamy lather. She then heard what sounded like five or six people scream at once, and walked toward one of the small offices that had its door open. Inside, there were at least six, if not ten, people, all embracing some part of one another, all covered in thick lather. She saw fingers in holes, cocks wrapped in fingers, cocks pumping in and out of holes, curves of breasts and asses caressed and squeezed, and all of this flowing with endless waves of creamy lather. Ayisa shivered and found herself considering jumping in. She bit her lip, turned, and left the postdoctoral lounge.

She tried to pick up her pace in the hallway, passing by other open doors through which she glimpsed similar scenes of individuals that seemed to passively receive pleasure from the substance, others who were masturbating in the midst of the lather, and every configuration of multiple partners from homosexual and heterosexual couples to writhing orgies that seemed to dissolve individuality. She couldn't help but stop, however, to observe a woman standing naked under a large red showerhead in the hallway that was intended for emergency chemical contact. She must have thought to use it to rinse off the substance, but the shower of water pouring down on her clearly had a different effect-one that had now had her completely in its thrall. Rather than a thick, creamy or slimy substance, this woman's body was covered in plumes of fine, soapy bubbles. The membranes of the bubbles seemed thicker than normal bubbles, however, and they trailed the soapy substance behind them, which then erupted into yet more bubbles. The fine foam danced and licked over her body like flames, and the woman stood there, hands limp at her sides, spasming and gasping and drooling a bit. Ayisa walked right up to her, knelt down, and looked closely between her legs.

The fine bubbles wriggled around the woman's labia, and then formed a slimy trail of bubbles that seemed to flow up inside her. It continued a few seconds like this, then stopped. She could see the woman was beginning to spasm more strongly, until suddenly her pussy exploded in a massive orgasm, spewing foaming bubbles and lather in a jet that hit the floor with so much force it sprayed back up onto her legs. As the stream died down, a thicker lather, like the kind coating the others that Ayisa had already seen, continued to ooze out of the woman's pussy. Some of it ran down her legs, but some of it crept uncannily up her belly, over her breasts, around her neck, and into her hair, where the water raining down from the shower caused it to burst into a cascade of bubbles, which then ran back down over her body, swelling over her breasts, and finally reaching between her legs to caress her labia and begin to fill up her pussy once more.

Ayisa stood up, shook her head in amazement, and continued down the hallway. She passed into the lobby of the building. In the center there was a large fountain. The river of substance flowed right up to it, and as Ayisa approached, she saw that it was filled with billowing foam. As she looked closer, she saw that there were bodies inside. Every few seconds, a mouth would come up out of the white sea of lather, gasping for breath, sometimes screaming in pleasure, and then submerge again. Here and there an arm or leg would reach out, or two breasts or mane of hair or a round ass would emerge for a moment, then the lather would surge around up and cover them again. Again, Ayisa felt a powerful urge to shed her clothing and climb in, but the thought of Benoit and the two containers of substance she carried in her arms stopped her. She was almost out of the building.

Finally she left through the front doors and walked out into the parking lot. She realized her heart was beating hard, and she stopped a minute to catch her breath. She turned to look back at the building and, holding her breath, she could hear moans and screams coming from within. And smell that hypnotic scent in the air. What would happen to everyone in there? What would happen to the building? What about all of the things in Benoit's laboratory? He had many wonders worth saving, and she suspected they would be back before long to retrieve some of his equipment and materials. The building would likely be shut down and subject to investigation before too long. She had to move.

... To be continued...