Another stone buries itself uselessly in the ooze as it covers you up to the neck, seeping in and around your boiled leather clothing and quivering ceaselessly against your skin. You topple backwards, pinned beneath the slime's weight.<br/><br/>As you struggle, you both feel and see the slime changing. The ooze has seeped between your legs easily, and you feel its tendrils starting to prod at your sex even as long tendril forms from the ooze around your torso,  laden with eggs and snaking up against your throat as the thing attempts to squeeze you into submission (-3 HP).