"have you ever had your ears cleaned by a slime?"

the question immediately forced victor to imagine the sensation.

"no, i have not," he replied.

"some people enjoy it. it's different from having your ears cleaned any other way. human ear canals are very sensitive, after all."

it only made it sound more obscene. "well, people can be into all sorts of things, i suppose..."

they placed their hands on the outside of his ears. "aren't you curious?" they asked. "it feels very good."

"right now? you-" he shuddered. "do you intend to do both ears at the same time?"

"it sounds overwhelming, doesn't it?"

"it sounds... violating."

"oh, it's just ear cleaning..." their fingers creeped closer to the entrance to his ear. "i won't go too deep," they murmured.

"i-i haven't agreed to this."

"you're trembling."

"yes, i know. this is just..."

"it's exciting, isn't it?"

truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling.

"it feels good," they said. "it feels very good. you'll understand. i'll just give you a taste of it..."

their fingers pushed into his ears, ever so slightly, melting into a shape that could perfectly fit, gently rubbing the inside. he could feel that gooey texture, he could hear it. it felt like something that absolutely shouldn't be there, an intrusion.

it made him shudder even more uncontrollably. it made his spine tingle. his body squirmed, but his head was held in place by their hands.

"you see?" they murmured, their voice somewhat muffled to him now. "it isn't so bad, is it?"

his breathing was shaky and uneven. "i-it's-" there weren't words for it. "i-i know what it feels like now, so- you can... take it out..."

the slime pushed slightly deeper. he nearly yelped.

"shh," they purred. "there's no need to be shy."

"i don't particularly need my ears cleaned," he muttered. still, he had a feeling it was too late to protest.

it filled more of his ears. it certainly did feel sensitive. he had never felt anything like it before.

"just relax..." their words were now being carried through the tendrils in his ears, so he could hear them clearly, impossibly deep inside his head. this might have felt more invasive than the tendrils themselves, somehow. "it feels good... it will only feel better... you just need to relax for me."

he was so distracted by the feeling in his ears, and their voice, that he almost didn't realize that even his body was being slightly enveloped by theirs, just enough that it was difficult to move. he was making some sort of noise in response, but he couldn't tell how that would have sounded to them, or how loud he was being.

it was pointless to struggle. he twitched and squirmed almost involuntarily, but it only served to get him more thoroughly stuck. he felt like an insect.

"it's alright," they murmured.

he didn't understand how they were continuing to push deeper - how big could his ears have possibly been? it was as if they were...

as if they were trying to reach all the way inside of his head, to his brain.

the thought made him freeze.

he wanted to say something, to ask them about it, though it wouldn't have made a difference, and it was difficult to talk when he could hardly hear himself.

they were still cooing at him. perhaps it was because their words were so deep inside of him, but he did seem to be relaxing a bit. more than he should have in such a situation, anyway.

"that's right... just let go..."

as he relaxed, he felt himself sink into their body just a bit more. it was sort of comfortable...

maybe they weren't really going to...

"you can relax and empty your mind, as well..." they murmured, the sound buzzing through his head.

they touched it. he wasn't sure why he could feel it, but he knew, somehow. in an instant, his body felt heavy and numb - not so much that he couldn't feel anything, but it seemed to dull everything, except for the inside of his ears, the inside of his head, his brain...

"you make such nice sounds..."

he had almost certainly been moaning and whimpering. he couldn't control it. he was barely aware of it. it was difficult to focus or think at all. were they erasing his thoughts? changing them? making it so he couldn't think? he knew he couldn't move his limbs. he couldn't even make an effort to. there was a complete disconnect between his mind and body. it was as if his entire being was now just inside of his head, the rest of his body being nothing more than an object that it rested inside.

and this place where his entire being was resting was being invaded, probed, manipulated, filled and coated with slime, sticking and melting all over it.

but it felt good. it felt unbelievably good. was he drooling? he wondered if he might be, but he couldn't tell. his thoughts felt slow, as if they were stuck.

his apprehension was melting away, though it was happening unevenly enough that he could sense it. a part of him was aware of it. a part of him felt very helpless, and only became more distressed as that feeling started to fade away.

but waves of pleasure and relaxation were washing over his mind, rendering him unable to even think about fighting it.

"you understand now, don't you?" their voice massaged his brain. "this feels so much better, doesn't it?"

every part of him said yes. he might have even answered them out loud. still, by the time he feebly attempted to question it, he had already forgotten what he was questioning. he only knew that he felt very good.

"each time i do this, it will only get easier," they said softly, their voice so gentle and quiet, even as it was deep inside of his head. like a thought. "your mind will allow me inside. it will be eager to feel this pleasure."

he knew it to be true.

"when you feel me near your ears," they said, "you'll simply hold still. you won't struggle."

it was caressing his brain. rubbing it.

"you'll always let me in, won't you?"

it was pushing something into his mind.

"very good... very, very good."

a jolt of pleasure ran through him, even through his dull, numb body, which he had almost forgotten about. it blocked out all thought, all ability to think, for what might have been a few seconds, or a few minutes.

he relaxed afterward, with a very strong feeling that he loved the texture and sensation of slime on his body, in his body, in his mind. it was the only thing he could think about.