The Melatonin Factory

[Solrex]

Author's Note: I wrote this a while back, and I am not very proud of it, however, any content is better than no content. I thought, 'What would happen if you sunk into a vat of melatonin?'

Well, this is what I came up with. Short and boring. Enjoy if you can:

I worked at a drug factory, our company was well known for mass producing huge quantities of drugs, from Tylenol to Melatonin, cough drops, you thought of it, we had it. Some of these drugs we had huge vats of.

I was checking out the melatonin vat, from a grated platform above it. It had to be at least 10 feet tall. There was a bar to prevent people from falling into them. In my hands was a clipboard. I went to mark off something on the paper at the exact moment a police siren from outside went off, making me jump, the clipboard slipping from my fingers forwards. Cardboard wasn't good for the chemicals, so I immediately dove to grab the clipboard.

Still shaken up, I fall over the safety railing, grabbing the clipboard, but falling in! I rotated mid-air to land feet first. SPLASH!!! I sunk in up to my waist, and the drugs splashed everywhere, coming up to my facial orifices, like my nose, mouth, and ears, and that sent a huge chemical blast of sleepiness to my brain.

I needed to act fast, but I was immediately sleepy. I pulled my phone from my pocket, and slowly dialed the building safety phone number, then pressed call. The melatonin was not cooled to a solid yet, so it was still a liquid. The stuff felt like floating in nice, cool liquid chalk, chalk that put you to sleep. And it made me tired. I was slowly sinking though.

I just realized that I hit end call instead of call after dialing the number, so I dialed the number again slowly, and made sure to press call. I held my phone to my ear, and felt the melatonin soak through my pants, to my dick. It would be very unprofessional to react to it, but it felt so good. I just humped it a little, just like a sleepy sex dance. I was up to my ribs now. It felt so good.

I just relaxed, almost forcefully, when I heard “This is the company emergency and safety number, what is your emergency?” Spoken to me quickly and monotone, as if the person speaking spent the rest of the day saying that over and over when she didn't get calls.

“Emergency? I think- sleep… um, wait, right, I went to grab my soft, nice clipboard and I fell into this nice, sweet melatonin vat. I'm sinking into a dreamland.” I sounded stupid, but the massive amount of melatonin I was sinking into was affecting my cognitive abilities. The response was, “Oh shoot, right, help is on the way, please remain calm!”

I chuckled in slow motion and said, “I'm perfectly calm, I think I could fall asleep!” Immediately realizing her mistake, the desk lady immediately shouted back, “Nonononono, don't fall asleep, you need to stay awake! Got that? You need to stay awake, but not move!”

The melatonin reached the spot where my ribs intersected, and I felt very sleepy. However, I needed to wake up, so I did the only thing I could think of with that slow brain process at the time, I started humping the drugs and using my powerful sex drive to combat the powerful sleep drugs.

However, my brain wasn't that complicated at the moment. Instead, my brain thought, ‘sleep bad, sex feel good, sex is moving, I like moving.’ After I started moaning into the phone, the lady asked, “Sir, what are you doing? Please don't spoil the product with any bodily fluids- right, stay awake, safety comes first.”

The melatonin slowly sucked up to my armpits, and my other arm was in the chalky glump of drugs, still gripping the pen and clipboard. I wasn't really aware of the danger I was in. Still, to stay awake, I kept humping the stuff to send sexual electricity through my body. I was actually pretty close to orgasm. And I hit it, climaxing, moaning into the phone. The desk lady wasn't too happy with that, but I don't remember what she said, since after I climaxed, I got a head rush, which combined with the melatonin, knocked me right out.

Pressure.

Sleep.

Pleasure.

Darkness.

Time.

I woke up in a hospital bed. Very sleepy, and I saw that it was about noon. Seeing as it was late evening during my shift, that felt like about 3/4ths of a day had passed. Reaching my hand to my face, I felt my beard had grown. So maybe a week?

An assistant came in, and spoke, “Oh, you're awake! It's been a month since your incident! You may notice that the side effects of the amount of melatonin you consumed may include being comatose, narcolepsy,-”

“Ah, sir, I see you woke up again. Try to stay with me.” Apparently I blacked out. That wasn't good. I struggled to stay awake. However, the more I struggled, the sleepier I got.

I didn't leave the hospital for at least a year, finally being cured and rescued completely from the melatonin submersion.

Or so I thought. That was just the dream I was having. Or was it? When I finally woke up completely, I was super thankful to be awake. Yet, something called to me. I enjoyed that melatonin, how drunk and sleepy it made me feel.

I hoped to avoid the temptation to just jump back in and fall right asleep. Like pulling a big white blanket over my body. Was I successful? Well, my job rehired me, but had someone watch me carefully as I worked, at least to make sure I didn't mess up for a little bit.

Perhaps one day I would go back to the siren’s call of the melatonin, the succubus’ allure calling me. But not today.

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[[xdude]]

Great work! I never thought I’d be turned on by melatonin.