Saira just looked up at him, at that. Eyes were... somewhere between emotions. Neither focused sharply in determination, nor teary and broken. She couldn't figure out where in that area she wanted to be. So instead, in the last moments of clarity she might have, Saira just spoke. "About what it might do. I expected it. I know what I asked for. That's what."

Of course... right after that, the girl exhaled sharply. She was bracing herself.

Her face was aquiver with conflicting emotions and desires as she kneels there, she exhales sharply and the green slime touches down finally. The goo oozes warmly onto the crown of her head. As it continues pouring onto her supplicant form it builds in quantity spreading out, sticking into her hair, within moments, her skins begins to tingle as the chemicals begin entering her system. It would be a few minutes before the chemicals would take full effect and another five before the relaxation effects would take full effect.

By now the thick honey-like slime has reached all the way around her head and begins sliiping down her forehead and long silky black hair. It will take a few moments before all the positive effects start, are you still satisfied with your choice? he asks the conflicted girl.

Saira's clasped hands went down to hold her kneecaps, and she continued to stare up. The quivering from earlier now looked more like sudden twitches or spasms, as she reacted to the tingling. But... there was also a little twist of revulsion, since... well, it was messy. And going to affect her mind. And... and... In fact, Saira was beginning to get ahead of herself, worrying about what it might do to her. Or what she might do once it was affecting her. Fear chased her voice, but she had to sound certain still. She convinced herself to.

"I... am."

The green slime had traveled down to her glasses turning her world green as the gross substance traveled down her nose. At least the glasses were good at keeping it out of her eyes. As the goo slowly moved warm and wet down her long black hair the tingling would build to a slow heat causing even the circulation of the air in the room to give her goosebumps. It would be hard to tell if if was the weight of the slime or her relaxing muscles that made her head start to feel heavy. As the ooze reached her shoulders, perhaps it was a little of both.

When we finishes sliming your lovely hair do you have any requests on how we start pleasuring that tight little body of yours. If not I can think of a few things... he says grinning at her slowly covering form.

It really was feeling pretty heavy... Saira couldn't help but to let her head crane down a little, as her breathing slowed just the slightest bit... knees quivered some... hands slid down a little limply... All the various effects one might see as a result of the muscle relaxant properties. Even the shivering that the girl started to do to deal with suddenly feeling chilled by the slightest gust? Was done so somewhat lethargically. It almost seemed like she was a bit more sensitive to it... Hm.

Nonetheless, she remained still, and spoke haltingly. Not enough to suggest it had gotten to her speech capabilities yet, but enough to make it clear she still didn't know what to feel. "I... don't know. Just... look at me, what do you... think?"

He finishes releasing the slime as it drips down to the ends of her hair, leaving her a green mess as she kneels there. A tad gross and messy I must admit, but the pleasure builing aspects are strong. Besides its a great lubricant, he says chuckling, wandering over to the towels, he grabs one turns, thinking better of ot he grabs an arm load and carries them over to her.

The chemixals bind and enter hairfollicles the best so we can clean you up. He chuckles wiping her face clean, taking her glasses amd rubbing those clean. Dragging a new towel over each arm, he then moves onto her exposed legs. The cotton towels demonstrated her skins heightened sensations.

Saira shuddered at the passage of the towels over her body, and knew, even without having been told, that this was the slime's doing. She could only imagine just what he was going to use that increased sensitivity for. Tentacles all over her body, perhaps, sliding under the leotard, doing as much as he could... Okay, it was starting to get to her. Saira could almost tell that the increased desire effect may well have been setting in by now, at least a little. Because just thinking about the possibilities was starting to turn her on!

But... for now, she'd just look expectantly, in between shakes and shudders.

Watching her closely she had the appeal of a gymnast's flexibility, the shy secretly hot innocent nature of a bookworm, and the exoticness of a tanned skinned, dark haired mystery. Seeing her shivering from the air currents, he decided that it was a terrible reason to shiver, rather that she spasm from orgasm. Deciding she needed to feel the true pleasure of the drugs rather than just the relavative disgust at her once bouncy, silky hair hanging covered in slime, which she examines with a weakening pair of hands, he sends out all his tentacles. They slide slowly along her bare arms and legs.

Gently they coil, phallic heads tickling Saira's smooth skin, every millimeter feeling as though an hour of teasing pleasure was designed to condense into moments. Traveling up and in they reach her arm pits and inner thighs simultaneously. Sliding on two go high pulling as they lay her on her back. Reaching the fabrics edges, after an eternity in her drug induced world, the tips mine underneath touching over her shoulders and upper chest. They crawl inward every inch feeling a mile to Saira's heightened senses...

Almost as though staring off into space, Saira allowed the tentacles to come closer to her, closer... She could actually feel their approach before they even made contact. And when they did! She was quick to cry out in pleasure, slowly turning that one cry into a prolonged sigh of relaxed bliss. Her body, also, was twitching this way and that, easily being led without any deliberate movements of her own, settling flat onto the cushion.

From there, though... the act of them breaching through the arm and leg holes of her leotard created tension throughout the already-tight outfit that made Saira gasp in wide-eyed shock! Slimer would be treated to the girl almost-uselessly writhing on the floor in acute ecstasy, each move of the tentacles making her roll and press her body into them, gyrating as if she were already in the middle of sex. The drug worked. It was nearly an understatement to say that!

The tentacles demonstrated fully the effects of the slime coating her once silky soft hair. As the work inward, nestling under the very tight leotard, they seek her sexual centers. Sliding along the reach her smooth breasts, and begin slowly coiling her delicious orbs. Traveling along in no hurry the slowly wrap along the bottom edgesof her breasts coiling around into the valley between the two only to loop over the sensative tops and along the outsides. The whole journey is repeated agonizing slowly, over and over again, until their entire surfaces are wrapped in writhing tentacles the tips stroking her nipples.

The lower ones seek her lower lips. Caressing along each one the tips stroke back and forth along their lengths the heads alternating rubs at her now highly sensative clit. The tips focus on delivering pleasire to her clit.

So how does that feel Saira?

For a long moment, words failed Saira. She couldn't come up with a response to him, and... it really was a matter of incapability. The sharp, powerful sensations, the feeling of them creeping through her body along with the tentacles creeping up on her skin, was already overwhelming. And then! And then they tightened and wrapped around her breasts, which... even... even the pressure itself felt wonderful - the slime made it feel like even a mild squeeze like that feel just as intense as the most teasing and masterful stroke. But that didn't even compete with what it was doing down below. Parts that already were that sensitive, suddenly multiplying in sensitivity... Finally, Saira could say something.

"Aah, g-good, it's... I... goo... iyaaah!"

...Not much of something.

Slimer walks closer staring down at the helpess student as her lovely faced twisted with the pleasure being forced upon her by the ravaging tentacles. The tight fabric of the leotard made seeing everything the tentacles did very easy, as their were raised outlines around the slowly writhing tendrils. Her breasts were tickling and massaged with the soft squeezing rhythym, while her lower lips were stroked rapidly, and the soft phallic heads would alternate rapidly like a flickering tongue against her hyper-sensative clit.

Its ok to let yourself go with the pleasure, you have many more that await you tonight. Slimer's voice rumbles through gym as he watches her building bliss. She truely was a lovely girl, and he planned a long workout for the poor gymnast. His tentacles kept teasing a thrust into her moistening sex, but the tips had yet to slip inside...

Saira absentmindedly nodded at what he said, not in enough control to really do much else. This may, though, be because of all of those same sensations... And then some. Just being stuck in that outfit with the tentacles writhing underneath, stretching it against her skin, and making her feel confined in the outfit through that reminder of how tight it was? That idea made all the amplified sensations even stronger for the girl.

A pity that made the teasing around her crotch that much less bearable. Enough so that Saira was pitching and gyrating her body desperately, to try to maneuver one of them in!

Seeing her lying there he decides to end Saira's misery. One of the tentacles remains avidly stroking its length across her magic pearl, while the other pokes its phallic head against the opening of her flower. Watching her gyrate he slowly pushes forward, her tight opening stretching to accept the probing tentacle. Finally the head pops inside drawing a gasp from the helpless student.

Her breasts continue to suffer the exquisite torture of the massaging tentacles as the material of the leotard stretches tight against her back and ass as it writhes underneathe. The tentacle slowly diving into her folds drives eternal seeming pleasures straight to her pleasure centers of her brain. Once the head slips past her g-spot to her cervix it reverses courses pulling almost all the way out, then squirming home. Slowly she begins to be fucked underneath her tight gymnastics outfit.

Slimer watches growing hard as she squirms slightly on the mat, unable to do much, muscles limp...

While any one particular sensation against Saira's body might just be there... might just fall into a mere part of the entire mess of things being done to her? The way that final pair of tentacles teased her, one still brushing against her most sensitive nub - and the last beginning to push against those soft walls. Wet on wet, each individual fold of her pussy's flesh gliding ever-so-slightly against the tentacle... until it drives in deeper! Now, overly sensitized, even just the fact that it was inside her at all was driving her mad, as moans continued in earnest.

...Of course, when it reached that deepest depth, pushing past her g-spot and nearly to the cervical opening itself, Saira couldn't only gasp. No, she produced a solid cry, and with what passed for muscular strength in this drugged state, forcefully convulsed from that and the sudden reversal of direction! And even so... even so, her breasts heaved underneath the fabric, which by now was sticking to her in some places, but sliding from the lubrication of the tentacles' own moisture - which only made everything worse! Poor girl was a mess.