If you had the ability to gasp, you would. Emerging from the pool is a chocolate figure that looks like a perfectly slender woman. You stare transfixed at the sight as it...she...slowly approaches you.
You want to communicate, to see if she's as sentient as you. You wave in a meek attempt to say "hi."
She doesn't respond directly, but she stops two feet away from you. Her chocolate eyes are void of pupils, but you can plainly see the smile on her face. She's a little taller than you, and at this point she looks much more human than you do.
Her head tilts slightly to the side. She looks like she is sizing you up in much the same way you're regarding her. You want to know who she is, and where she came from. You remember now that you couldn't find the pool's bottom. Was she part of the chocolate syrup you've been bathing in, or was there some sort of underwater passage that she traveled through to get here? Sadly, your thoughts will have to remain unspoken.
She leans in closer to you. She extends her arms. You try to extend yours, thinking she wants to shake hands, but instead she places her hands firmly on your large breasts.
You shiver, and step backward. She follows you determinedly. You don't try to move again as she slowly glides her hands along your generous midsection. It's starting to feel good to be stroked.
One of her hands continues downward, while the other is brought up to your face. She looks you in the eyes with her hauntingly blank stare, and you're sure you're staring back with your own blank chocolate eyes.
You feel her lower hand finger your privates. They're more sensitive than ever before, and you feel your legs weaken. Your tail curls in ecstasy.
You try again to stop her. You use your thick arms to push her away, but she persistently resists your attempts. All you're succeeding in doing is sinking your hands into her soft chest.
She suddenly thrusts her entire hand up your vagina. You want to scream out, but of course that's impossible. You collapse onto the floor and the chocolate woman follows, landing on top of you. She doesn't remove her hand from inside you. Instead, you feel her hand growing to fill your entire space. It's an incredible feeling. You can feel your belly expanding once more as her chocolate fills you past capacity.
In your highly pleasurable state, you can do nothing but lie on the smooth floor. She continues to stare at you with that empty smile of hers. As you watch, her body grows even thinner. She is transferring her mass to yours, for reasons you can't comprehend.
Her head moves in to kiss you. Instead, you find that she intends to lick you. Her slimy tongue slides across your face, licking your lips and nose. You try to turn you head away, but she expertly stays with you. Soon her syrupy saliva is softening your face to the point where your lips and nose start distorting. They're smoothing out. When she's finished licking you, they've been completely blended into your face, leaving you with absolutely nothing but a smooth surface from your eyes to your chin.
Her head dives again, and her tongue starts to lick your left nipple. You squirm in pleasure as she teases you. You realize now that your breasts have been filling with her chocolate as well as your stomach, and they are aching for a release. After an agonizingly long few seconds, she finally puts her mouth around your nipple. Instead of sucking it, however, she bites it off completely. She bites off your right nipple as well, leaving you with two completely round orbs of chocolate flesh with no teats with which to relieve their fullness.
Her form is dwindling to stick figure proportions, and it feels as if she has finally finished pumping you full of her chocolate. Instead of pulling out, she simply breaks her arm off between your legs. With her other hand, she massages your private area until the protruding arm is smoothed into the rest of your "skin," leaving you with nothing down there.
You start to recover from your ecstatic state, and you regain full control of your body. You heft yourself into a sitting position. Your belly now looks as if you're nine months pregnant with quadruplets, and your breasts are swollen bigger than you would ever believe possible.
You look up at the thin chocolate figure, who is retreating slowly to the pool. You shakily stand up, trying your best to keep your balance with your top-heavy form. You trudge toward the pool to follow her. She takes a swan dive into the chocolate and disappears from sight. Once you've waddled up to the pool, you make an unflattering belly-flop into the chocolate and immediately start to sink. If she hasn't already dissolved into the syrupy depths, you intend to find her.