I keep having this recurring *****. I'm laying on a table, there's a midget sitting on my chest wearing nothing but clown make-up and a diaper. I struggle, but can not seem to move. I look around, but don't see and chains. It's almost like ***** paralysis. The little middle aged man on my chest starts getting louder and starts bouncing up and down, all the while still yelling "diaper change!" I struggle even harder. The intensity of his screaming and bouncing reach an apex as a door behind me is slammed open. I cock my head back to see a large woman walk in. She is dressed in victorian garments and never says a word. All my attempts at communication are met by an off-set tilt of the head. The midget says "it's about time" and stands up, a small overflow of **** falling over the top seal of his diaper and onto my stomach. The woman suspends him above me with some kind of sex-swing contraption. At this point, I'm screaming "No! No! No!" The woman finally seems to respond as she picks up a fish bowl and places it over my face. She then removes the midget's diaper and an organic avalanches rushes down upon my body. I can feel the makings. Mostly a thick, paste-like liquid, warm to the touch. I feel the occasional chunk bounce off my stomach or settle with a little fluid inside my navel like tofu soup. I look up and I can see the door to my demise. It looks as if someone tightened the drawstring on their hoody and spit out a snickers. The flow weakens and I wait as the least few droplets and mucus-neutralized ***** paste go astray and splash my neck, giving me a warm tickling sensation. The woman then replaces the diaper and I usually **** up before he needs another changing. This is my favorite *****. The others scare me.
