Bruno and I are soaked with sweat as he rolls around humping his new mattress topper. I stick to his back as he rolls back and forth, and soon he is completely cocooned inside m. His arms and legs are tightly pinned to his body, but his cock keeps pumping load after load. Guess the chemicals effected him differently than me. Er, I seem to be cumming too. It's incredible. Bruno is moaning softly enjoying the ride. At least he's enjoying it until the rising level of cum reaches his mouth. Then he realizes he could drown.
"Let me out of here!" shouts Bruno. "Help!"
You feel solid, and unable to open up or even move. You're a hardening flesh cocoon or pod, and Bruno is inside you drowning in both of your cums. And he cannot stop cumming, neither can you. You feel his powerful body thrashing within you, but you do not break, and you bearly bend. At last it stops. Bruno is silent, and unmoving. You are completely filled with cum and Bruno. You don't know if he drowned or like a caterpillar has entered a chrysalis stage of transformation. The next two days and nights you lie immobile with the silent heavy weight of Bruno inside you.
On the third night, you hear a door open, and a voice shout, "Bruno! I'm home!"