<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/>The shear size of the blob weighed far more than Willow with who knows how many gallons of that white seed shushing around. That weight though was keeping her pinned down as it rolled over her legs and up her arms, forcing her to stare right back up at it. Soaking through the coveralls, the heat seeped against her skin and the cloth started to be infused with the scent. It was especially tingling against the crouch, threatening to push her over the edge but never going far enough. Right above, a extrusion grew out to form a 'head' long and thin. The shape was undeniable in appearance but there was no way for the phallic mass to get in pass those damn coveralls. But then again, it didn't need to. It had an entrance. With no hope to get away, the head plummeted down and squeezed itself effortlessly between her lips. The strength was irresistible as it sloshed down her throat at speed. Every second that pass she was forced to take another gulp while being unable to breath.<br/><br/>(Though soon she would begin to realize the lack of breathing wasn't being a problem at all.)<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="29759" data-username="@UseAlex" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/29759/">@UseAlex</a><br/>(Athletic does count, so the total is 10)<br/><br/>Nothing springs out yet to take Alex, but there's something off about the sights. It's hard to tell as it keeps happening just outside of her peripheral vision. One of her reflections would move oddly in a way that couldn't be explained, but the moment it would happen things would be back to normal. It could just be how the mirrors are shaped but then again there's no way to tell for certain. One thing was for sure, no matter where she would look she would be given a full view of her exposed body from all sorts of angles.<br/><br/>Making the turn, the hallway keeps splitting further down. It shouldn't take too long to get through this place, right??<br/><br/>1d20<br/>Left or Right turn at 12<br/>Hallway segment ends with a second right turn at 16<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39524" data-username="@Ironuyh" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39524/">@Ironuyh</a><br/>Vivian seem to have the luck of constantly finding herself inside large multistory tall chambers. This one though had a more peculiar architecture with walls lined with hexagonal segments. Each area was of random size. Many of them were located too far up to be reached. In the center of each comb was a thick stone slab working as a doorway. Each one was either too big and heavy to move or were too small and tucked up away inside to be reached. Now the only thing that stood out in the room was a little table in the dead center. On top, a simple glass jar sat idling near full of what might be large gumdrops. The round multicolored candy had no labels over them for what they were meant for. All there was, a little sign offering a sample for a passersby.<br/><br/>The colors are numerous. You can choose whatever color you want, there's bound to be one in there.