birth control department sooner, Clive might have been able to stop himself. But it was a distraction that came too late. He hastily tossed Morgan off him, nearly sliding her off the Corvette's hood and onto the muddy earth. He closed his eyes and used his hand to finish the job. Whatever magic there had been in the moment was lost forever.
"Argh!"
Something wasn't right. Whatever was releasing from his body wouldn't stop. He looked down to see an endless stream of white material projecting from his penis.
What the hell is that? Clive stared in disbelief. It looked like nylon, or was it silk?
He glanced at Morgan, confused and panicking. What he saw only heightened those emotions to their extremes. The silky substance had somehow attached itself to her. With a life of its own, it wrapped around her ankles and kept on wrapping. The more of it Clive released, the more Morgan became engulfed.
She screamed as it circled her torso, quickly drawing closer to her face. It reached her neck, rendering her immobile. She struggled to break free, but its binds were far too strong.
"Make it stop, Clive!"
"I can't!" Clive shouted. An invisible force held him in place, compelling his body to continue. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was watching him. Watching and laughing.
At last, Morgan was swallowed whole by the substance, encased in a hardening, suffocating shell. She fell to the ground, squirming desperately inside her unnatural cocoon.
Clive tore at the material covering Morgan's mouth without success. Every bit he removed clung to his hands so that when he would try to remove more, the part on his hands would rejoin the whole like Velcro. Morgan's movements slowed. Eventually, she went still.
As if she were zipped up in a giant, cotton-white sleeping bag, perhaps Morgan was only sleeping. Clive couldn't fool himself. He began to cry. He shook the lifeless Morgan, gently sobbing and calling out her name. As he recognized her fate, at his hands no less, Clive screamed out her name in despair.
"Morgan!"
The sound of his own voice startled Clive awake. It was followed by a thud against the wall, his roommate's way of telling Clive to shut the fuck up. He felt something under his eye, and he swiped at it frantically. His hand slightly connected. Whatever it was slid down his cheek where it caught to his stubble. He calmed somewhat, doubting that the object was alive. Grabbing it with his fingers, Clive felt no cause for alarm. He rolled up a thread-like substance into a little ball and tossed it onto the floor.
Just lint , he thought. He picked up his phone, dialed a number and let it ring a long, long time.
"Hello?" a barely-awake yet annoyed voice eventually answered.
"Hi, Morgan. I just had the weirdest dream."
"Clive, do you have any idea what time it is?"
Clive ignored the question. "I dreamt that we had sex, and I suffocated you with my semen."
"If this is your way of trying to get a girl into bed, you're doing a terrible job."
"Seriously, it was scary. My junk, it wasn't liquid or anything. It was much more like thin angel hair pasta. And it wrapped you up like a caterpillar. Fucked up, no?"
"Was it white?"
"Yeah."
"Was it sticky?"
"Yes."
"Clive, I'm no dream expert, but could it be that your little adventure into that wall of cobwebs the other day messed you up a bit more than you thought?"
"Spider webs? Yep, I think you may be on to something there. That's exactly what it was like. It was so gross having that shit wrapped around my face and in my mouth. Thanks, Morgan."
"Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Yes. Of course. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
***
Clive awoke to the sound of his alarm clock and a peculiar itch in his nose. It felt as though he needed to sneeze but couldn't. The sensation was familiar. He felt it each time Morgan slept over. She always left loose hairs on his pillow, and somehow they would make their errant way up his nasal cavities while he slept. But Morgan
"Argh!"
Something wasn't right. Whatever was releasing from his body wouldn't stop. He looked down to see an endless stream of white material projecting from his penis.
What the hell is that? Clive stared in disbelief. It looked like nylon, or was it silk?
He glanced at Morgan, confused and panicking. What he saw only heightened those emotions to their extremes. The silky substance had somehow attached itself to her. With a life of its own, it wrapped around her ankles and kept on wrapping. The more of it Clive released, the more Morgan became engulfed.
She screamed as it circled her torso, quickly drawing closer to her face. It reached her neck, rendering her immobile. She struggled to break free, but its binds were far too strong.
"Make it stop, Clive!"
"I can't!" Clive shouted. An invisible force held him in place, compelling his body to continue. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was watching him. Watching and laughing.
At last, Morgan was swallowed whole by the substance, encased in a hardening, suffocating shell. She fell to the ground, squirming desperately inside her unnatural cocoon.
Clive tore at the material covering Morgan's mouth without success. Every bit he removed clung to his hands so that when he would try to remove more, the part on his hands would rejoin the whole like Velcro. Morgan's movements slowed. Eventually, she went still.
As if she were zipped up in a giant, cotton-white sleeping bag, perhaps Morgan was only sleeping. Clive couldn't fool himself. He began to cry. He shook the lifeless Morgan, gently sobbing and calling out her name. As he recognized her fate, at his hands no less, Clive screamed out her name in despair.
"Morgan!"
The sound of his own voice startled Clive awake. It was followed by a thud against the wall, his roommate's way of telling Clive to shut the fuck up. He felt something under his eye, and he swiped at it frantically. His hand slightly connected. Whatever it was slid down his cheek where it caught to his stubble. He calmed somewhat, doubting that the object was alive. Grabbing it with his fingers, Clive felt no cause for alarm. He rolled up a thread-like substance into a little ball and tossed it onto the floor.
Just lint , he thought. He picked up his phone, dialed a number and let it ring a long, long time.
"Hello?" a barely-awake yet annoyed voice eventually answered.
"Hi, Morgan. I just had the weirdest dream."
"Clive, do you have any idea what time it is?"
Clive ignored the question. "I dreamt that we had sex, and I suffocated you with my semen."
"If this is your way of trying to get a girl into bed, you're doing a terrible job."
"Seriously, it was scary. My junk, it wasn't liquid or anything. It was much more like thin angel hair pasta. And it wrapped you up like a caterpillar. Fucked up, no?"
"Was it white?"
"Yeah."
"Was it sticky?"
"Yes."
"Clive, I'm no dream expert, but could it be that your little adventure into that wall of cobwebs the other day messed you up a bit more than you thought?"
"Spider webs? Yep, I think you may be on to something there. That's exactly what it was like. It was so gross having that shit wrapped around my face and in my mouth. Thanks, Morgan."
"Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Yes. Of course. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
***
Clive awoke to the sound of his alarm clock and a peculiar itch in his nose. It felt as though he needed to sneeze but couldn't. The sensation was familiar. He felt it each time Morgan slept over. She always left loose hairs on his pillow, and somehow they would make their errant way up his nasal cavities while he slept. But Morgan
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