Sweet Sinking
Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 2:01 pm
Tracy stepped out of the Uber and gazed up at the unimaginably tall building. The building was made of sleek, black, reflective steel. Halfway up the building, in large, dark purple lettering that spanned the width of the building, read "Scorpiones Enterprises". The letters were textured to where they would be clearly visible regardless of how much the metal building shined in the daylight.
The young woman walked into the building and was blasted with a wave of cool air. A refreshing feeling after stepping out of the hot summer sun. Tracy looked at the lobby of the building, a truly stunning sight. No expense was spared in making the place look the part of a successful company.
Tracy walked up to the front desk. Behind the counter was a short, blonde haired woman. The badge on her chest read "Zoey".
"Um, excuse me, miss?" Tracy asked. The woman looked up from her computer and gave a warm, inviting smile.
"Good afternoon. How can I assist you today?" Zoey asked, her voice was soft and sweet, almost like a child's.
"I have a meeting at noon with Professor Brenner today. I'm not quite sure where I'm going."
"Oh, yes of course. The prototypes lab is on the sixth floor. You'll find him up there."
"Thank you very much," Tracy said, giving a friendly smile and a nod as she walked towards the elevators. She stopped herself before she pushed the button. A sense of self-consciousness swept over her, causing her to rush to the nearby bathroom. She just had to make sure she looked her best before facing one of the most exciting opportunities of her life.
She leaned over the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. Of course, not a hair was out of place. Tracy had spent her entire morning making sure everything about her was perfect in order to make a good first impression on one of the best tech designers in the world.
Her long, blonde hair was tied into a tight, professional ponytail. Her mauve blazer was free of any creases or wrinkles. Her matching tube-skirt was pressed to erase all folds. Her white pantyhose (the hardest part of her outfit to keep clean, in her opinion) were absolutely pristine. Finally, her black high heels were freshly polished and gave off a beautiful shine. Yes, she was totally ready.
Exiting the bathroom, she was shocked by a sea of people. The lobby had been empty when she went into the bathroom, and now it was an ocean of bodies. She must have entered just before the lunch rush.
Tracy rushed to the elevators which was now packed with people. Each one packed to the gills with bodies. Tracy frowned and looked at her wristwatch. she had fifteen minutes before her meeting. She decided to use some of that time to wait for an empty ride to avoid sweat, germs, and whatever else she'd be exposed to in that tiny box.
After a few long minutes, an empty lift opened up and Tracy jumped into it. She slammed the door close button. As soon as she did, plenty of people caught wind of the empty pod but no one made it before the door closed. Tracy cheered and jumped up and down for a little bit, only to remember that the back wall of the elevator was made of glass, giving everyone outside a view of her celebrations. She cleared her throat and straightened her blazer as she pressed the "6" button and waited.
A short ride sent Tracy straight to her destination, lucky for her there were no stops on the way up. She looked down at the outside world. The people out on the town began to look smaller and smaller as she went higher and higher. It made her feel so powerful...
When the display dinged with the number 6, the heavy metal doors slid open and revealed the lab. It wasn't how she had imagined. Tracy thought it would be dark, the only lights being that of the many computer monitors all over the room. But it looked more like a hospital. The room was pure white from the floor to the ceiling. Tracy couldn't even locate any lights, it seemed that the ceiling just emitted light.
Tracy was pulled from her trance by someone suddenly walking up to her. A man, dressed surprisingly casual given the environment, strode up to her, as if he knew she was coming.
"You must be Ms..." the man trailed off.
"-You can just call me Tracy, sir," Tracy said, helping him out.
"Right. My name is Professor Sixton. I am Professor Brenner's closest partner. He has been excited to meet you. He'll brief you on your responsibilities here very shortly," Sixton said. "Please follow me to his office."
The man began walking and Tracy followed him. They walked passed some computers on their way to Brenner's office. Glancing at some of the screens wielded some interesting results for Tracy. Names like "Submergence Room", "The Game Show", and "Dungeon Dice Monsters" caught her eye. She refrained from asking questions because she assumed they were just names for new software or games and probably wouldn't get much information anyway.
Sixton and Tracy entered the room that was Professor Brenner's office. The office was a pleasant contrast from the lab itself. It was a standard looking office. The room was a royal blue color with old gold fleur-de-lis lining the walls in rows. The carpeting felt nice and soft under Tracy's heeled feet. The lights overhead were much dimmer and easier to tolerate.
In the opposite corner from the door stood a sleek, polished cherry wood desk with a lamp, various paperweights, an expensive looking computer, and a silver nameplate that read "Professor Martin Brenner - Head of Tech Level"
Behind the desk sat an older looking man. His hair was completely grey, same for his bushy, beard. The color of his suit matched his hair. A dark grey business suit with a blue undershirt and a white tie. He was looking down at a document but when he saw the two enter, he looked up at Tracy with his striking green eyes. They were almost hypnotic.
Tracy, even when she was taller than the average woman. This man stood about 6'5. He stepped out from behind the desk and extended his hand out for her to shake. She shook his hand, surprised by his strong grip.
"It is a pleasure, Mr. Brenner... Y'know, you have the same name as a doctor in a TV show I watch. It's called Str-" Tracy said, Brenner cutting her off.
"Yes, yes, I get that a lot," he said with a chuckle. "I assure you I mean you no harm."
That made Tracy feel a lot better. It relieved a lot of paranoia she didn't realize she even had. She knew she wasn't in danger, but she couldn't help but worry about worst-case scenarios.
"I see your hesitance, I understand. Mr. Sixton has a bad habit of keeping these things cryptically vague. Let me just show you, it is easily going to be my best accomplishments to date," Brenner said.
The old man led his assistant and Tracy to a room off of his office. As the door opened, Tracy got what she had expected. The room was small, almost completely dark save for a few computer screens lit up. As Tracy entered, she also noted a large, empty, pod-like tank with a white spotlight over-top.
"Wh-what is that...?" Tracy asked, pointing at the tank.
"Ah, that is my latest innovation... Professor, would you mind filling her in?" Brenner asked.
"Certainly," Sixton said. "You see, Professor Brenner's vision was to create some sort of lucid dreaming/virtual reality hybrid. As that phrase suggests, that tank will put the user in a dream-like state. All the user has to do is think of a world they want to be in and they should be transported there until they awaken."
"Should be...?" Tracy asked, nervously.
"Well, obviously something this big and complex will have quite a few bugs. That's where you come in. Obviously we have worked out the major bugs if we're ready to test on a human, we just need you to find a few kinks we need to work out. Sound easy enough?"
"Yeah... I suppose so," Tracy said as she walked towards the tank. She put a hand on the glass, observing it close up.
"Great. Let us get the program set up and we can get started," Sixton said as he and Brenner sat behind each of the two computers. The two of them began to type rapidly, setting up whatever it was they needed to in order to get the machine working.
"All right, everything is set up," Sixton said, nodding to Tracy.
"Okay... Do I just... step in?" Tracy asked.
"That is also something Sixton conveniently left out. You see, the current version of the Dream Slime has a habit of eating through clothes while the user is in their dream. So it is... encouraged... that testers go in naked in order to preserve their clothing," Brenner said, clearly uncomfortable asking a random woman to strip.
Tracy's face turned a nice shade of red. Not only because she had to get naked, but also by the mention of "Dream Slime", the mental image of her naked body being covered in slime was overwhelming to think about...
"You may disrobe in private, if you prefer," Brenner said. In all honesty, he just wanted to see his creation at work for the first real test.
Tracy just shook her head. "Might as well just do this fast, I suppose. Like a bandage and all that nonsense," She said.
Taking a breath to steel herself, she started at her feet. Unclasping her heels and removing them. She then took hold of her pantyhose and pulled them off one at a time. Sighing slightly, she moved her hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it down to her ankles. Tracy looked over to the professors and was surprised to see they had been focusing on their computers rather than her. Probably forcing themselves, though.
Tracy pulled her blazer off and began unbuttoning her undershirt. Once that was off, she was just in her underwear now. She blushed some more and looked over at the two men once again. They were still doing their best not to look, but Tracy was positive they stole some glances.
"Do I... have to take my underwear off?" Tracy asked.
"That depends if you want to keep them or not. If yes, yes. If no, then go ahead. Because the Dream Slime will get rid of them," Sixton explained.
"All right..." she said, blushing even more. She put her hands on her hips, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Finally, she reached behind her back and grabbed the hook connecting her bra. She unclasped it and letting it fall to the floor, her DD breasts falling free.
"Okay, all done.." she said, using her hands to cover her private areas.
"Excellent. You may now walk into the pod and we can begin," Brenner said.
Tracy walked into the glass chamber, jumping slightly when the door automatically closed behind her. It was eerily quiet. The only sound Tracy could hear was her own breathing. That is, until a speaker above her suddenly crackled to life.
"Uh.. testing testing. Tracy, can you hear me?" It was Sixton's voice over the speaker. In response, Tracy nodded.
"Excellent. So, here's what we want you to do. Close your eyes, clear your mind, and imagine your perfect dream world. It can literally be anything you imagine. Once the Slime covers you, you will be transported to your world," Sixton explained.
"Um... Just one question. How long will I be there?" Tracy asked.
"Until you encounter a situation that would make you wake up. Getting surprised or scared or "dying". I say dying, but you cannot die in the dream world. You will be simply transported back to the real world, safe and sound. And time in your dream goes a lot slower in the real world. An hour there is only about ten minutes here.
Tracy nodded again.
"All right, now close your eyes and just imagine where you want to go. We will do the rest," Brenner said as the two began typing on their computers.
Tracy sighed and closed her eyes. She had never been the most imaginative person. She understood that she was only limited by her own creativity, but that was a pretty heavy limit for Tracy. She racked her brain, thinking of what she could possibly want. A world full of puppies? A world full of attractive men? No! Something came to her at the last second.
Tracy had been on a strict diet for months now. This diet cut out almost all sugars, especially candy. Not a day went by where she didn't think about a nice, sweet chocolate bar or a handful of fruity gummy bears. All of a sudden, that was all she could think about. Lollipop flowers, jawbreaker boulders, soda streams, all things sugary and bad for her.
"All right, Tracy. Have your world?" Brenner asked. She nodded. "Wonderful. Don't be surprised, the Dream Slime is about to start filling."
Brenner began to typing on a computer. As he did so, the pod Tracy was standing in began making quiet beeps and hums. They were soothing and pleasant to hear. Tracy found herself dozing off until she was ripped back to reality by a strange feeling on her feet. She tried to remain calm, keeping her eyes closed, not wanting to mess up her dream world.
"All right, Tracy. Now that everything is set up, we're going to cut off communications. In order to keep your mind focused on your dream world. Is that okay?" Sixton asked.
"Yeah, that's fine," Tracy replied, hesitantly.
"Don't worry too much. We will still be able to hear you. If you need anything, all you have to do is say something," Brenner said. Tracy nodded. The two professors nodded in response and began typing on their computers again. Once they were done, the crackling of the speakers began to fade until cutting off entirely. Tracy was now left with her own thoughts.
As she focused, she ignored the sinking feeling that she was experiencing, creeping up her legs, slowly but surely. This feeling was what the professors were referring to as "Dream Slime". It was a green, thick, mostly opaque fluid that was flowing from a tube located somewhere behind Tracy. The slime flowed over her feet and was now crawling up her ankles and calves.
The slime began to tickle Tracy's legs. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't help but crack a smile and stifle a laugh. The slime rose up past her knees when Tracy realized the secondary feeling the slime was giving off. It was unnerving, yes. However the slime was also warm, almost comforting. The heat emitted wasn't hot, but a very comfortable lukewarm. Tracy found herself almost dozing off again. She began to think that all of these soothing measures were no accident, that it was meant to keep her relaxed and help her get to her dream world sooner.
Even as the slime climbed her thighs, getting ever closer to her most intimate areas, Tracy focused hard on her dream world. Peppermint bark on trees, tree sap made of honey, rain of lemonade and snow of sugar. Tracy cracked a smile at the thought of someone with a paper cut getting caught in a lemonade rain storm.
Tracy gasped and shuddered when the slime reached her crotch. The feeling of the warm, thick, slimy goo pressing against her figure tight caused her to bite her lip to stifle a moan. She tried to push the feelings of arousal aside so she could focus on getting to her candy paradise, but that proved to be difficult, a tingly feeling the slime was causing thoughts to push their ways into her mind.
The slime circled her waist. Tracy tugged on her arms, only to find they had been submerged in the goo. She felt her face heat up even more. She was immobilized; trapped. The young woman knew about things like this. People achieving sexual relief when tied up or by getting all dirty. Tracy never understood this at the time but now that she was actually experiencing it, she discovered that she might just be one of those people...
Tracy snapped back to reality. She found herself dreaming about her current situation rather than her initial idea. However she just couldn't stop herself from squirming half-heartedly against the slime as it climbed up her stomach. One by one, it counted her ribs as it inched ever closer to taking her under.
"U-um... Quick question..." Tracy gasped. A few moments passed in silence. Only her own heavy breathing and the thick goopy sound of the slime piling on top of itself. The slime finally began cupping her breasts when the beeps and boops of the machine came back to life. The white noise of the speaker crackled again.
"Yes, Tracy, what is it?" It was the voice of Professor Brenner.
"A-am I supposed to be feeling all tingly in this gunk..?"
"Not inherently, no. It really all depends on the person using the tank. Some people... enjoy being covered in slime and other stuff. Maybe you're one of those people," Professor Sixton said.
"Yeah... Maybe..." Tracy said.
"Anything else, Tracy?" Sixton asked.
"Nah... No, I'm okay..."
"All right. Then we're cutting communication again. Don't hesitate if you need anything else."
As Sixton's words flowed through the speakers, the white noise once again cut off. Tracy was left with her own breathing and the familiar, almost comforting sound of the quiet, thick gooping noise the slime was making as it flowed into the tank. The slime just finished swallowing her breasts and was now working its way up her shoulders. She was still squirming all the while.
It started out as a small wiggle. After a little bit, she started squirming. Now Tracy was almost thrashing. The feeling of her bare body rubbing against the thick slime felt just amazing to her. It was like being covered in a thick, warm, blanket. She tried calming down. She knew that her sugary dream land would be compromised if she focused too much on her slimy predicament.
The slime closed over the two mounds of Tracy's shoulders and now gently squeezed her neck. The slight restriction of airflow actually helped her. She was able to slow her breathing and calm herself down. The bright spots in her vision died down and the clouds over her candy land cleared. The thoughts of her sexual desires still lingered...
Tracy's chin dipped into the slime as it crawled closer to her mouth, threatening to silence her, gag her. A slight bit of panic surfaced but she quickly turned it away as she sank into bliss and tranquility. She knew she was in do danger, so she didn't pay any mind to the worry creeping into her mind. She just kept her fantasies in her mind.
She closed her eyes. The slime slowly crept up her lips. It stopped her ears and plugged her nose. A smile crossed her face as she felt the slime finally work its way over her eyes. Tracy wondered if she would be conscious when it closed over the top of her head.
As if on cue, she felt herself growing drowsy. Not like she was running out of oxygen. Instead it was like she was in a big bed. The sheets silky and smooth, the blankets comfy and warm. She felt herself drifting off into a deep, deep sleep. It would turn out to be one of the best sleeps she ever experienced.
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Tracy yawned and rolled over. Sitting up and stretching, she realized she was in an unknown environment. She stood up and looked around. She was in the middle of a grassy field. However something seemed... off. The grass seemed a little greener, the flowers were brighter, the air smelled sweeter, and the sky seemed... pinker? That wasn't right.
Starting to get concerned, she began walking through the meadow. The grass felt nice and soft between her toes and under her feet. The breeze was a bit on the chilly side against her bare skin. Especially against her sensitive breasts...
She walked for a good ten minutes, taking in the odd sights and smells of this place. It was when she came across a decent sized forest that she decided to test a hypothesis she had been thinking about. She approached a large, strong oak tree and broke off a piece of bark. If she was right, and her dream world did come true, then everything around her was an edible sweet. If not, she was going to get a mouthful of tree bark. She put the bark between her teeth and carefully bit down...
...and tasted the sweetest milk chocolate she ever had. Tracy's eyes widened with excitement. She was truly in a world made of candy.
She tried as much as she could. She broke the chocolate bark off the tree, grabbed the mint leaves off the trees, picked the lollipop flowers, and washed it down with a drink from the cola pond. Tracy was in pure nirvana. She spent months without most of her favorite sugary foods because of her stupid diet. She finally had the high she had been craving for so long.
Tracy walked through the forest of deliciousness, humming to herself as she chewed on some chocolate pebbles. She couldn't imagine how this world could get any better. She glanced over to something that caught her eye. A dense group of cotton candy bushes. Cotton candy was her favorite of all the sugary sweets. She tossed the last chocolate rocks in her hand and rushed over to the sweet shrubbery.
Pulling pieces off, Tracy enjoyed every bit of the candy floss until she had made a good dent in the pile of bushes. She sat on a gobstopper boulder as she ate the soft candy and took in the beautiful environment around her. The sun was just setting, the pink sky mixed with the reds and orange of the sunset to create a mesmerizing color.
A flowing stream trickled down some stones into another stream not too far away from the cola pond. The only difference was that this liquid was a yellowish clear. The distinguished look of lemonade. This lemonade stream flowed so far that Tracy could not see where it flowed into. As she scanned, something caught her eye.
Looking through the empty space she had created in the cotton candy, Tracy noticed a large pool of chocolate in the middle of the clearing. Bubbles rose to the surface of the chocolate before popping with a small spray of chocolatey goodness.
A thought popped into Tracy's mind. She got up and approached the pit of chocolate, amazed by the sight before her. It was just chocolate, but something about it drew her to it... Beaconed her...
To test, she grabbed a chunk of rock candy and tossed it into the pit. Slowly, the blue crystal candy sank into the viscous syrup, sinking under with a *plop*. This brought a smile to Tracy's face. It appeared that part of her mind-wandering while in the tank seeped into her dream world.
Tracy took a deep breath, attempting to slow her racing heart rate. She cautiously dipped a toe into the pit. The chocolate was warm and inviting.
She looked around for a possible escape if she needed. Directly above the pit were some Laffy Taffy vines that were within reach for her. Succeeding in finding her escape, Tracy knew what she was going to do.
Tracy placed one foot on the surface of the pit, sinking to her ankle immediately. After steadying herself, she stepped in with the other foot.
Now steadily sinking, Tracy was pulled down to her knees before too long. She felt her face heat up as the familiar feeling of being trapped presented itself. She reached her hand into her sweatpants, realizing that, true to her relaxed attire, she was not wearing underwear.
The quickchocolate was hungry for its new victim, sucking on her thighs hungrily and greedily. It was not long before she was sunk up to her waist, covering her most private areas and trapping her hand in the chocolate and in herself. The squeezing pressure and slimy texture of the pit as it made contact with her crotch caused a whole lot of pleasurable sensations, causing Tracy's face to heat up.
Tracy struggled half heartedly in her tremendous trap. She reached up with her free hand for the Laffy Taffy vines overhead, which were just out of reach. The tips of her fingers just brushing the end of the taffy. Every second passed was another inch she sank, making rescue via Taffy more and more out of reach.
"Man... I always loved eating chocolate... But I think I like it more when it eats me..." Tracy moaned, sinking ever deeper into the sugary mass.
Sinking to her chest, Tracy just couldn't resist. She used her free hand to scoop up some of the chocolate and pour it over her chest. The warm chocolate over her sensitive breasts sent pulsations of pleasure all throughout her body.
Before they were swallowed, Tracy began kneading her breasts with her free hand, allowing it to sink under, thus trapping it as well.
"Well, that's it... I'm hopelessly stuck..." she gasped, sinking to her neck. "I hope I'll be okay... 'cause I'm not getting out of this alive."
A bubble on the surface popped right in front of Tracy, splattering the syrup onto her face. She let out a giggle and licked as much as she could off around her lips.
Tracy sank down to her chin, causing her breathing and heartbeat to quicken and her body to feel a sense of warmth. Her hands were working harder in their respective areas. The quickchocolate closed over her mouth, which was a moment she was waiting for. She opened her mouth and let the delicious syrup flow into her mouth.
She was able to do this comfortably until her nose was sucked under, cutting her off of fresh oxygen, not letting her catch her breath anymore. This did not deter her, however. Tracy kept letting the sweetness into her mouth, ignoring the growing need of fresh air.
Before long, she was forced to tilt her head back, giving her some much needed oxygen. This didn't last long, however. Tracy let out one last moan as her face was quickly sucked back under the delicious death trap. She continued to suck in as much chocolate as she could, savoring the last flavor she would experience in this magical dream world.
The lack of oxygen once again began to get to Tracy. However, before she lost consciousness, her hands' hard work finally paid off as she reached the most intense climax she had ever experienced. Better than any boyfriend, better than any of her toys. The feeling of being helplessly trapped and sinking to her doom turned her on more than anything else. After coming down from her high, the lack of fresh air finally got to her. Tracy slowly slipped from consciousness...
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Tracy curled up under the thick, cotton blankets that covered her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she yawned, letting the sleep leave her body. She sat up to stretch, only to realize she was not in her bed at home. Instead she was in a room that resembled some sort of hospital room. Except it had more of a homey feel to it.
Almost immediately after waking up, someone walked into the room. Turning around after closing the door, the entrant was revealed to be Professor Sixton.
"Oh, good. You're awake. How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.
"I feel... I feel wonderful," Tracy said. She remembered every second of her amazing dream.
"That is great to hear. Did you have any troubles during the transition process or in the dreamworld itself?"
Tracy shook her head. "I loved every second..."
"Great. Then if you could please fill out this beta test form, you can leave and we will be finished here." Sixton said, handing Tracy a clipboard with a questionnaire and a pen on it.
"Your clothes are there on the dresser. You can change whenever you like, as well as keep the pajamas you are currently wearing."
Tracy looked down at her body. She finally realized she was no longer naked like she was before she entered her dream world. The shirt was a light purple and was soft and loose. On the left breast, written in an elegant, black text read: "beta tester". The pants were a dark purple, also loose and also comfortably soft. On the top of the right pant leg was Scorpiones Enterprises logo, a black scorpion's stinger with a purple venom drop dripping off the tip. They were easily the best PJs Tracy had ever felt.
Tracy filled out the questionnaire, obviously giving her whole experience an overwhelmingly positive review. The only thing she gave a slightly negative mark on was the fact that the slime would destroy clothing.
After getting dressed and turning in the clipboard, Tracy proceeded to the exit and headed home. For a few weeks, Tracy went back to her normal life, counting down the days until the release of the virtual reality technology to release to the public so she could get her hands on it.
Then, one day, two months after her beta test, she was doing some work from home when she heard a knock on her door. When she opened the door, she was met with a stack of small to medium boxes on her front porch that were all stamped with the logo that was now far too familiar to her. The scorpion stinger and venom drip.
After lugging the boxes inside, Tracy discovered a piece of paper on the top of some parts in one box. The note read:
Tracy,
For being such an extraordinary piece in perfecting my new technology, I would like to repay you by presenting you with your very own Dream World VR kit a whole year early. Enclosed is everything you need to build the tank as well as the computer program needed to run. This program can run on even the slowest computer without much issue.
And don't worry... You won't lose your clothes this time!
Thank you once again,
Professor Martin Brenner
Head of Tech Level
Scorpiones Enterprises
A smile crossed Tracy's face.
"Looks like its time to have some fun..."
-FIN-
The young woman walked into the building and was blasted with a wave of cool air. A refreshing feeling after stepping out of the hot summer sun. Tracy looked at the lobby of the building, a truly stunning sight. No expense was spared in making the place look the part of a successful company.
Tracy walked up to the front desk. Behind the counter was a short, blonde haired woman. The badge on her chest read "Zoey".
"Um, excuse me, miss?" Tracy asked. The woman looked up from her computer and gave a warm, inviting smile.
"Good afternoon. How can I assist you today?" Zoey asked, her voice was soft and sweet, almost like a child's.
"I have a meeting at noon with Professor Brenner today. I'm not quite sure where I'm going."
"Oh, yes of course. The prototypes lab is on the sixth floor. You'll find him up there."
"Thank you very much," Tracy said, giving a friendly smile and a nod as she walked towards the elevators. She stopped herself before she pushed the button. A sense of self-consciousness swept over her, causing her to rush to the nearby bathroom. She just had to make sure she looked her best before facing one of the most exciting opportunities of her life.
She leaned over the sink and stared at herself in the mirror. Of course, not a hair was out of place. Tracy had spent her entire morning making sure everything about her was perfect in order to make a good first impression on one of the best tech designers in the world.
Her long, blonde hair was tied into a tight, professional ponytail. Her mauve blazer was free of any creases or wrinkles. Her matching tube-skirt was pressed to erase all folds. Her white pantyhose (the hardest part of her outfit to keep clean, in her opinion) were absolutely pristine. Finally, her black high heels were freshly polished and gave off a beautiful shine. Yes, she was totally ready.
Exiting the bathroom, she was shocked by a sea of people. The lobby had been empty when she went into the bathroom, and now it was an ocean of bodies. She must have entered just before the lunch rush.
Tracy rushed to the elevators which was now packed with people. Each one packed to the gills with bodies. Tracy frowned and looked at her wristwatch. she had fifteen minutes before her meeting. She decided to use some of that time to wait for an empty ride to avoid sweat, germs, and whatever else she'd be exposed to in that tiny box.
After a few long minutes, an empty lift opened up and Tracy jumped into it. She slammed the door close button. As soon as she did, plenty of people caught wind of the empty pod but no one made it before the door closed. Tracy cheered and jumped up and down for a little bit, only to remember that the back wall of the elevator was made of glass, giving everyone outside a view of her celebrations. She cleared her throat and straightened her blazer as she pressed the "6" button and waited.
A short ride sent Tracy straight to her destination, lucky for her there were no stops on the way up. She looked down at the outside world. The people out on the town began to look smaller and smaller as she went higher and higher. It made her feel so powerful...
When the display dinged with the number 6, the heavy metal doors slid open and revealed the lab. It wasn't how she had imagined. Tracy thought it would be dark, the only lights being that of the many computer monitors all over the room. But it looked more like a hospital. The room was pure white from the floor to the ceiling. Tracy couldn't even locate any lights, it seemed that the ceiling just emitted light.
Tracy was pulled from her trance by someone suddenly walking up to her. A man, dressed surprisingly casual given the environment, strode up to her, as if he knew she was coming.
"You must be Ms..." the man trailed off.
"-You can just call me Tracy, sir," Tracy said, helping him out.
"Right. My name is Professor Sixton. I am Professor Brenner's closest partner. He has been excited to meet you. He'll brief you on your responsibilities here very shortly," Sixton said. "Please follow me to his office."
The man began walking and Tracy followed him. They walked passed some computers on their way to Brenner's office. Glancing at some of the screens wielded some interesting results for Tracy. Names like "Submergence Room", "The Game Show", and "Dungeon Dice Monsters" caught her eye. She refrained from asking questions because she assumed they were just names for new software or games and probably wouldn't get much information anyway.
Sixton and Tracy entered the room that was Professor Brenner's office. The office was a pleasant contrast from the lab itself. It was a standard looking office. The room was a royal blue color with old gold fleur-de-lis lining the walls in rows. The carpeting felt nice and soft under Tracy's heeled feet. The lights overhead were much dimmer and easier to tolerate.
In the opposite corner from the door stood a sleek, polished cherry wood desk with a lamp, various paperweights, an expensive looking computer, and a silver nameplate that read "Professor Martin Brenner - Head of Tech Level"
Behind the desk sat an older looking man. His hair was completely grey, same for his bushy, beard. The color of his suit matched his hair. A dark grey business suit with a blue undershirt and a white tie. He was looking down at a document but when he saw the two enter, he looked up at Tracy with his striking green eyes. They were almost hypnotic.
Tracy, even when she was taller than the average woman. This man stood about 6'5. He stepped out from behind the desk and extended his hand out for her to shake. She shook his hand, surprised by his strong grip.
"It is a pleasure, Mr. Brenner... Y'know, you have the same name as a doctor in a TV show I watch. It's called Str-" Tracy said, Brenner cutting her off.
"Yes, yes, I get that a lot," he said with a chuckle. "I assure you I mean you no harm."
That made Tracy feel a lot better. It relieved a lot of paranoia she didn't realize she even had. She knew she wasn't in danger, but she couldn't help but worry about worst-case scenarios.
"I see your hesitance, I understand. Mr. Sixton has a bad habit of keeping these things cryptically vague. Let me just show you, it is easily going to be my best accomplishments to date," Brenner said.
The old man led his assistant and Tracy to a room off of his office. As the door opened, Tracy got what she had expected. The room was small, almost completely dark save for a few computer screens lit up. As Tracy entered, she also noted a large, empty, pod-like tank with a white spotlight over-top.
"Wh-what is that...?" Tracy asked, pointing at the tank.
"Ah, that is my latest innovation... Professor, would you mind filling her in?" Brenner asked.
"Certainly," Sixton said. "You see, Professor Brenner's vision was to create some sort of lucid dreaming/virtual reality hybrid. As that phrase suggests, that tank will put the user in a dream-like state. All the user has to do is think of a world they want to be in and they should be transported there until they awaken."
"Should be...?" Tracy asked, nervously.
"Well, obviously something this big and complex will have quite a few bugs. That's where you come in. Obviously we have worked out the major bugs if we're ready to test on a human, we just need you to find a few kinks we need to work out. Sound easy enough?"
"Yeah... I suppose so," Tracy said as she walked towards the tank. She put a hand on the glass, observing it close up.
"Great. Let us get the program set up and we can get started," Sixton said as he and Brenner sat behind each of the two computers. The two of them began to type rapidly, setting up whatever it was they needed to in order to get the machine working.
"All right, everything is set up," Sixton said, nodding to Tracy.
"Okay... Do I just... step in?" Tracy asked.
"That is also something Sixton conveniently left out. You see, the current version of the Dream Slime has a habit of eating through clothes while the user is in their dream. So it is... encouraged... that testers go in naked in order to preserve their clothing," Brenner said, clearly uncomfortable asking a random woman to strip.
Tracy's face turned a nice shade of red. Not only because she had to get naked, but also by the mention of "Dream Slime", the mental image of her naked body being covered in slime was overwhelming to think about...
"You may disrobe in private, if you prefer," Brenner said. In all honesty, he just wanted to see his creation at work for the first real test.
Tracy just shook her head. "Might as well just do this fast, I suppose. Like a bandage and all that nonsense," She said.
Taking a breath to steel herself, she started at her feet. Unclasping her heels and removing them. She then took hold of her pantyhose and pulled them off one at a time. Sighing slightly, she moved her hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it down to her ankles. Tracy looked over to the professors and was surprised to see they had been focusing on their computers rather than her. Probably forcing themselves, though.
Tracy pulled her blazer off and began unbuttoning her undershirt. Once that was off, she was just in her underwear now. She blushed some more and looked over at the two men once again. They were still doing their best not to look, but Tracy was positive they stole some glances.
"Do I... have to take my underwear off?" Tracy asked.
"That depends if you want to keep them or not. If yes, yes. If no, then go ahead. Because the Dream Slime will get rid of them," Sixton explained.
"All right..." she said, blushing even more. She put her hands on her hips, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Finally, she reached behind her back and grabbed the hook connecting her bra. She unclasped it and letting it fall to the floor, her DD breasts falling free.
"Okay, all done.." she said, using her hands to cover her private areas.
"Excellent. You may now walk into the pod and we can begin," Brenner said.
Tracy walked into the glass chamber, jumping slightly when the door automatically closed behind her. It was eerily quiet. The only sound Tracy could hear was her own breathing. That is, until a speaker above her suddenly crackled to life.
"Uh.. testing testing. Tracy, can you hear me?" It was Sixton's voice over the speaker. In response, Tracy nodded.
"Excellent. So, here's what we want you to do. Close your eyes, clear your mind, and imagine your perfect dream world. It can literally be anything you imagine. Once the Slime covers you, you will be transported to your world," Sixton explained.
"Um... Just one question. How long will I be there?" Tracy asked.
"Until you encounter a situation that would make you wake up. Getting surprised or scared or "dying". I say dying, but you cannot die in the dream world. You will be simply transported back to the real world, safe and sound. And time in your dream goes a lot slower in the real world. An hour there is only about ten minutes here.
Tracy nodded again.
"All right, now close your eyes and just imagine where you want to go. We will do the rest," Brenner said as the two began typing on their computers.
Tracy sighed and closed her eyes. She had never been the most imaginative person. She understood that she was only limited by her own creativity, but that was a pretty heavy limit for Tracy. She racked her brain, thinking of what she could possibly want. A world full of puppies? A world full of attractive men? No! Something came to her at the last second.
Tracy had been on a strict diet for months now. This diet cut out almost all sugars, especially candy. Not a day went by where she didn't think about a nice, sweet chocolate bar or a handful of fruity gummy bears. All of a sudden, that was all she could think about. Lollipop flowers, jawbreaker boulders, soda streams, all things sugary and bad for her.
"All right, Tracy. Have your world?" Brenner asked. She nodded. "Wonderful. Don't be surprised, the Dream Slime is about to start filling."
Brenner began to typing on a computer. As he did so, the pod Tracy was standing in began making quiet beeps and hums. They were soothing and pleasant to hear. Tracy found herself dozing off until she was ripped back to reality by a strange feeling on her feet. She tried to remain calm, keeping her eyes closed, not wanting to mess up her dream world.
"All right, Tracy. Now that everything is set up, we're going to cut off communications. In order to keep your mind focused on your dream world. Is that okay?" Sixton asked.
"Yeah, that's fine," Tracy replied, hesitantly.
"Don't worry too much. We will still be able to hear you. If you need anything, all you have to do is say something," Brenner said. Tracy nodded. The two professors nodded in response and began typing on their computers again. Once they were done, the crackling of the speakers began to fade until cutting off entirely. Tracy was now left with her own thoughts.
As she focused, she ignored the sinking feeling that she was experiencing, creeping up her legs, slowly but surely. This feeling was what the professors were referring to as "Dream Slime". It was a green, thick, mostly opaque fluid that was flowing from a tube located somewhere behind Tracy. The slime flowed over her feet and was now crawling up her ankles and calves.
The slime began to tickle Tracy's legs. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't help but crack a smile and stifle a laugh. The slime rose up past her knees when Tracy realized the secondary feeling the slime was giving off. It was unnerving, yes. However the slime was also warm, almost comforting. The heat emitted wasn't hot, but a very comfortable lukewarm. Tracy found herself almost dozing off again. She began to think that all of these soothing measures were no accident, that it was meant to keep her relaxed and help her get to her dream world sooner.
Even as the slime climbed her thighs, getting ever closer to her most intimate areas, Tracy focused hard on her dream world. Peppermint bark on trees, tree sap made of honey, rain of lemonade and snow of sugar. Tracy cracked a smile at the thought of someone with a paper cut getting caught in a lemonade rain storm.
Tracy gasped and shuddered when the slime reached her crotch. The feeling of the warm, thick, slimy goo pressing against her figure tight caused her to bite her lip to stifle a moan. She tried to push the feelings of arousal aside so she could focus on getting to her candy paradise, but that proved to be difficult, a tingly feeling the slime was causing thoughts to push their ways into her mind.
The slime circled her waist. Tracy tugged on her arms, only to find they had been submerged in the goo. She felt her face heat up even more. She was immobilized; trapped. The young woman knew about things like this. People achieving sexual relief when tied up or by getting all dirty. Tracy never understood this at the time but now that she was actually experiencing it, she discovered that she might just be one of those people...
Tracy snapped back to reality. She found herself dreaming about her current situation rather than her initial idea. However she just couldn't stop herself from squirming half-heartedly against the slime as it climbed up her stomach. One by one, it counted her ribs as it inched ever closer to taking her under.
"U-um... Quick question..." Tracy gasped. A few moments passed in silence. Only her own heavy breathing and the thick goopy sound of the slime piling on top of itself. The slime finally began cupping her breasts when the beeps and boops of the machine came back to life. The white noise of the speaker crackled again.
"Yes, Tracy, what is it?" It was the voice of Professor Brenner.
"A-am I supposed to be feeling all tingly in this gunk..?"
"Not inherently, no. It really all depends on the person using the tank. Some people... enjoy being covered in slime and other stuff. Maybe you're one of those people," Professor Sixton said.
"Yeah... Maybe..." Tracy said.
"Anything else, Tracy?" Sixton asked.
"Nah... No, I'm okay..."
"All right. Then we're cutting communication again. Don't hesitate if you need anything else."
As Sixton's words flowed through the speakers, the white noise once again cut off. Tracy was left with her own breathing and the familiar, almost comforting sound of the quiet, thick gooping noise the slime was making as it flowed into the tank. The slime just finished swallowing her breasts and was now working its way up her shoulders. She was still squirming all the while.
It started out as a small wiggle. After a little bit, she started squirming. Now Tracy was almost thrashing. The feeling of her bare body rubbing against the thick slime felt just amazing to her. It was like being covered in a thick, warm, blanket. She tried calming down. She knew that her sugary dream land would be compromised if she focused too much on her slimy predicament.
The slime closed over the two mounds of Tracy's shoulders and now gently squeezed her neck. The slight restriction of airflow actually helped her. She was able to slow her breathing and calm herself down. The bright spots in her vision died down and the clouds over her candy land cleared. The thoughts of her sexual desires still lingered...
Tracy's chin dipped into the slime as it crawled closer to her mouth, threatening to silence her, gag her. A slight bit of panic surfaced but she quickly turned it away as she sank into bliss and tranquility. She knew she was in do danger, so she didn't pay any mind to the worry creeping into her mind. She just kept her fantasies in her mind.
She closed her eyes. The slime slowly crept up her lips. It stopped her ears and plugged her nose. A smile crossed her face as she felt the slime finally work its way over her eyes. Tracy wondered if she would be conscious when it closed over the top of her head.
As if on cue, she felt herself growing drowsy. Not like she was running out of oxygen. Instead it was like she was in a big bed. The sheets silky and smooth, the blankets comfy and warm. She felt herself drifting off into a deep, deep sleep. It would turn out to be one of the best sleeps she ever experienced.
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Tracy yawned and rolled over. Sitting up and stretching, she realized she was in an unknown environment. She stood up and looked around. She was in the middle of a grassy field. However something seemed... off. The grass seemed a little greener, the flowers were brighter, the air smelled sweeter, and the sky seemed... pinker? That wasn't right.
Starting to get concerned, she began walking through the meadow. The grass felt nice and soft between her toes and under her feet. The breeze was a bit on the chilly side against her bare skin. Especially against her sensitive breasts...
She walked for a good ten minutes, taking in the odd sights and smells of this place. It was when she came across a decent sized forest that she decided to test a hypothesis she had been thinking about. She approached a large, strong oak tree and broke off a piece of bark. If she was right, and her dream world did come true, then everything around her was an edible sweet. If not, she was going to get a mouthful of tree bark. She put the bark between her teeth and carefully bit down...
...and tasted the sweetest milk chocolate she ever had. Tracy's eyes widened with excitement. She was truly in a world made of candy.
She tried as much as she could. She broke the chocolate bark off the tree, grabbed the mint leaves off the trees, picked the lollipop flowers, and washed it down with a drink from the cola pond. Tracy was in pure nirvana. She spent months without most of her favorite sugary foods because of her stupid diet. She finally had the high she had been craving for so long.
Tracy walked through the forest of deliciousness, humming to herself as she chewed on some chocolate pebbles. She couldn't imagine how this world could get any better. She glanced over to something that caught her eye. A dense group of cotton candy bushes. Cotton candy was her favorite of all the sugary sweets. She tossed the last chocolate rocks in her hand and rushed over to the sweet shrubbery.
Pulling pieces off, Tracy enjoyed every bit of the candy floss until she had made a good dent in the pile of bushes. She sat on a gobstopper boulder as she ate the soft candy and took in the beautiful environment around her. The sun was just setting, the pink sky mixed with the reds and orange of the sunset to create a mesmerizing color.
A flowing stream trickled down some stones into another stream not too far away from the cola pond. The only difference was that this liquid was a yellowish clear. The distinguished look of lemonade. This lemonade stream flowed so far that Tracy could not see where it flowed into. As she scanned, something caught her eye.
Looking through the empty space she had created in the cotton candy, Tracy noticed a large pool of chocolate in the middle of the clearing. Bubbles rose to the surface of the chocolate before popping with a small spray of chocolatey goodness.
A thought popped into Tracy's mind. She got up and approached the pit of chocolate, amazed by the sight before her. It was just chocolate, but something about it drew her to it... Beaconed her...
To test, she grabbed a chunk of rock candy and tossed it into the pit. Slowly, the blue crystal candy sank into the viscous syrup, sinking under with a *plop*. This brought a smile to Tracy's face. It appeared that part of her mind-wandering while in the tank seeped into her dream world.
Tracy took a deep breath, attempting to slow her racing heart rate. She cautiously dipped a toe into the pit. The chocolate was warm and inviting.
She looked around for a possible escape if she needed. Directly above the pit were some Laffy Taffy vines that were within reach for her. Succeeding in finding her escape, Tracy knew what she was going to do.
Tracy placed one foot on the surface of the pit, sinking to her ankle immediately. After steadying herself, she stepped in with the other foot.
Now steadily sinking, Tracy was pulled down to her knees before too long. She felt her face heat up as the familiar feeling of being trapped presented itself. She reached her hand into her sweatpants, realizing that, true to her relaxed attire, she was not wearing underwear.
The quickchocolate was hungry for its new victim, sucking on her thighs hungrily and greedily. It was not long before she was sunk up to her waist, covering her most private areas and trapping her hand in the chocolate and in herself. The squeezing pressure and slimy texture of the pit as it made contact with her crotch caused a whole lot of pleasurable sensations, causing Tracy's face to heat up.
Tracy struggled half heartedly in her tremendous trap. She reached up with her free hand for the Laffy Taffy vines overhead, which were just out of reach. The tips of her fingers just brushing the end of the taffy. Every second passed was another inch she sank, making rescue via Taffy more and more out of reach.
"Man... I always loved eating chocolate... But I think I like it more when it eats me..." Tracy moaned, sinking ever deeper into the sugary mass.
Sinking to her chest, Tracy just couldn't resist. She used her free hand to scoop up some of the chocolate and pour it over her chest. The warm chocolate over her sensitive breasts sent pulsations of pleasure all throughout her body.
Before they were swallowed, Tracy began kneading her breasts with her free hand, allowing it to sink under, thus trapping it as well.
"Well, that's it... I'm hopelessly stuck..." she gasped, sinking to her neck. "I hope I'll be okay... 'cause I'm not getting out of this alive."
A bubble on the surface popped right in front of Tracy, splattering the syrup onto her face. She let out a giggle and licked as much as she could off around her lips.
Tracy sank down to her chin, causing her breathing and heartbeat to quicken and her body to feel a sense of warmth. Her hands were working harder in their respective areas. The quickchocolate closed over her mouth, which was a moment she was waiting for. She opened her mouth and let the delicious syrup flow into her mouth.
She was able to do this comfortably until her nose was sucked under, cutting her off of fresh oxygen, not letting her catch her breath anymore. This did not deter her, however. Tracy kept letting the sweetness into her mouth, ignoring the growing need of fresh air.
Before long, she was forced to tilt her head back, giving her some much needed oxygen. This didn't last long, however. Tracy let out one last moan as her face was quickly sucked back under the delicious death trap. She continued to suck in as much chocolate as she could, savoring the last flavor she would experience in this magical dream world.
The lack of oxygen once again began to get to Tracy. However, before she lost consciousness, her hands' hard work finally paid off as she reached the most intense climax she had ever experienced. Better than any boyfriend, better than any of her toys. The feeling of being helplessly trapped and sinking to her doom turned her on more than anything else. After coming down from her high, the lack of fresh air finally got to her. Tracy slowly slipped from consciousness...
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Tracy curled up under the thick, cotton blankets that covered her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she yawned, letting the sleep leave her body. She sat up to stretch, only to realize she was not in her bed at home. Instead she was in a room that resembled some sort of hospital room. Except it had more of a homey feel to it.
Almost immediately after waking up, someone walked into the room. Turning around after closing the door, the entrant was revealed to be Professor Sixton.
"Oh, good. You're awake. How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.
"I feel... I feel wonderful," Tracy said. She remembered every second of her amazing dream.
"That is great to hear. Did you have any troubles during the transition process or in the dreamworld itself?"
Tracy shook her head. "I loved every second..."
"Great. Then if you could please fill out this beta test form, you can leave and we will be finished here." Sixton said, handing Tracy a clipboard with a questionnaire and a pen on it.
"Your clothes are there on the dresser. You can change whenever you like, as well as keep the pajamas you are currently wearing."
Tracy looked down at her body. She finally realized she was no longer naked like she was before she entered her dream world. The shirt was a light purple and was soft and loose. On the left breast, written in an elegant, black text read: "beta tester". The pants were a dark purple, also loose and also comfortably soft. On the top of the right pant leg was Scorpiones Enterprises logo, a black scorpion's stinger with a purple venom drop dripping off the tip. They were easily the best PJs Tracy had ever felt.
Tracy filled out the questionnaire, obviously giving her whole experience an overwhelmingly positive review. The only thing she gave a slightly negative mark on was the fact that the slime would destroy clothing.
After getting dressed and turning in the clipboard, Tracy proceeded to the exit and headed home. For a few weeks, Tracy went back to her normal life, counting down the days until the release of the virtual reality technology to release to the public so she could get her hands on it.
Then, one day, two months after her beta test, she was doing some work from home when she heard a knock on her door. When she opened the door, she was met with a stack of small to medium boxes on her front porch that were all stamped with the logo that was now far too familiar to her. The scorpion stinger and venom drip.
After lugging the boxes inside, Tracy discovered a piece of paper on the top of some parts in one box. The note read:
Tracy,
For being such an extraordinary piece in perfecting my new technology, I would like to repay you by presenting you with your very own Dream World VR kit a whole year early. Enclosed is everything you need to build the tank as well as the computer program needed to run. This program can run on even the slowest computer without much issue.
And don't worry... You won't lose your clothes this time!
Thank you once again,
Professor Martin Brenner
Head of Tech Level
Scorpiones Enterprises
A smile crossed Tracy's face.
"Looks like its time to have some fun..."
-FIN-