He was laying there, his hard cock pointing towards him. The covers were barely covering his sack. I slid over the covers, green residue leaving a wet trail on the cloth. He was sound asleep, a snore escaping his mouth every now and then. His stomach moved up and down in a calm manner and his hands were laying on the comforter.
A noise came from the bathroom. It was his partner turning on the shower for a morning cleanse. I watched him enter the white room befitting approaching the sleeping man and didn’t understand why the noise had startled me so.
The sound of running water made the human move. This was probably the only chance I was going to get. I wrapped myself around his cock, waking him up. Before he noticed I was there, I inserted my gelatinous self into his loss slit, pumping myself into his body and spreading under his skin, taking control of the various body parts. The yawn turned into a half scream which, after the final sign of me slipped into him, turned into a moan.
The bathroom door opened and Scott walked out.
“You alright?” He asked, drying off the last few patches of wet skin.
“I’m just fine.” I replied, sitting up in my new body. I stretched and stood up, facing Scott.
“You sure?” He asked. And he put on a shirt that was hanging over a chair.
“Absolutely.” I said awkwardly.
“Well, you should probably get in the shower, we have a fun-filled day ahead of us.” And he ushered me off into the bathroom. It took me a few moments before his memories came to me and once they did I started acting just like him. Today was our anniversary. I was lovey dovey wherever I went and when we got home, Scott surprised me with dinner and a crazy night of sex.
Happy Anniversary to me.
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