You 've always enjoyed swim, and made a full point to go to your apartment 's indoor pool, located in the basement, at least once a week. Due to the flat mostly being home to working adult, the syndicate was almost always void during the day, which suited you just fine on the days you had neither college nor piece of work.

You 'd just eat up up in the pool, having been swimming about for almost two hours. Heading back to the woman 's changeroom, you note with satisfaction that it was still empty, like it almost always was. Not that you minded other people being around, but privacy is never a bad thing. The changeroom itself was always a fiddling dark ; the white roofing tile that usually could be found in such places were instead replaced with light grey and darker blue tile and walls. It fit the paper of the hugger-mugger puddle nicely, and although sometimes feeling a little shadow, it was always very clean. Thanks, apartment staff.

header over to the locker where you left your things, you take a here and now to look at yourself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. You seem to be the Lapplander as you ever are after a retentive swim ; your long garden pink fuzz is still dripping pool pee, your wet, lithe dead body clad in your favourite bright pinko two-piece. You make a few affectation, showing off to ... well, yourself, because why the hell not ? You 're quite cute if you do say so yourself, with a nicely shaped ass and cute, fairly small but buoyant breast. Your tuck had slipped while you swam, so there was a small bulge in your bikini bottoms as well. Finishing your walk over to your locker, you strip out of your fuddled bikini, leaving it to drip dry on the bench. Now au naturel, tits out and modest stopcock hanging free, you head over to the communal shower section, soaps in mitt. It 's a fairly large orbit, taking up almost a tertiary of the changeroom. It 's slightly lower than the rest of the room, with a few drains set into the tile flooring, as well as multiple shower point and little shelf along the walls.

As you pad across the tiles to the nerve centre shower head, you step over the drain in the middle of the way and get wind a quiet gurgle. Assuming it 's just water in the pipes, you pay it no mind. You get to the shower and work it on, sighing as the hot water falls over you, re-drenching you and warming your insensate consistency ; it was n't exactly comfortably warm in the underground changing elbow room. The elbow room soon fills with steam from the hot water, and you simply stand under the watercourse for a few second gear before reaching for your lavender-scented shampoo. As soon as you uncap the plastic bottle, three thing happen in speedy succession.

first gear, you hear another gurgle, a great deal louder this time, followed by what sounds like wet slithering coming from the drainage right behind you. Second, all the cascade turn on at once, resulting in quite a large amount of steam and sudden warmth. Third, the small metal grating over the drain pops out, and an inconceivable identification number of dark purple, incredibly farseeing appendages explode out of the hole in the floor. Despite the waste pipe only being a half foundation foursquare, there must be dozens of tentacles of respective embodiment and sizing, all extending out from the base and wave in the air. They start to reach for you, and you scream and start to run for the exit. You do n't get very far, however, slipping on the slickness tiles and falling forwards.

Before you hit the story, a tentacle reaches out and snaffle you around the centre, followed by a few mor grabbing your upper redress arm and left thigh. They lift you so that you 're suspended in the air, and are clearly far substantial than they look. `` H-hey, catch ! '' You scream out, flailing slightly as More tentacles reach out, wrapping more around your arm and trunk. These ones have suckers along one side like an octopus, and wrap around your thigh, biceps, and stomach. You can finger those suckers gripping your pale skin like short oral fissure, ensuring you wo n't be escaping any clock time soon. As you struggle and scream More, you feel Sir Thomas More tentacles slithering slimily against your body, wrapping around your forearms, wrists, articulatio talocruralis, and calves, taking you down from flailing to simply squirming in the slimy restraints. All of these tentacles seem to be coated in a clear mucus-like fluid, and you can feel more slithering up your legs towards your bureau. Looking down, you see two thin tentacles with asteroid close. The duad of appendage soon find themselves at your chest, and attach themselves to your pectus, right over your tit as another tentacle slithers up your side of meat and snakes it 's way between your teat, up to your shoulder where it wraps back around and starts snaking down your rear. The star-ended tentacles start squeezing at your low bosom, ripping more vociferation of objection and some laboured whimpering from you. You notice idly that all of the showers have shut off.

Not long after, your branch are spread apart despite your best exploit, and your eyes go full as you feel a slick tentacle press against your ruck, your face blushing a nice crimson. You barely manage to start screaming before it presses into your ass firmly, it 's slimy coating acting as a natural lubricating substance, letting it easily slip into your rigorous ass. Your riot dies in your throat as your center roll back slightly, and a slightly abominable sounding moan choke it 's way out of you. The tentacle pushes further into you slowly, wiggling softly in your tight, piano hole. You moan again, louder this time, and your small dick starts to throb and grow as your dead body becomes aroused. The tentacles move you into a mostly upright piano location and you gasp at the sudden drive, another tentacle taking that chance to slip it 's way into your mouthpiece, quickly filling your lip and heading for the cover of your throat. Your middle widen again in care, and you scream muffledly into the slimy member. You feel a small spurt of fluid in your mouth, and your gag reflex, which had started to sound off in, quickly dissipates. You notice two other affair soon after ; one, your lip and lip start to feel tingly, and two, the mucus on the tentacle actually tastes rather sweet. In fact, you notice that everywhere mucous secretion has been smeared on you, or in you, has started to feel tingly and ... rather pleasurable. You let out a muted moan as the tentacle pushes it 's way into your throat, slowly and carefully sliding down.

Despite the pleasurable feelings, you 're still pretty scared, and the tentacle in your ass is pressing against your vesica. You feel the sudden urge to pee, but manage to hold it back. For maybe thirty seconds, anyways. The tentacle pushing down your pharynx and the tentacle in your ass both hit really nice maculation at almost the take Sami prison term, and you lose control, your lower one-half shaking as you wet yourself, the golden fluid splashing out of your mostly heavily cock and onto the tentacles and the tiles below. After reaching a sure point in penetrating your physical structure, the tentacles arrest. And then they retract. Slowly. Teasingly. Your body begs for them back and they oblige, almost having pulled out completely before they slam back in. You scream into the tentacle as it starts fucking your throat, feeling the same thing in your raw ass as the tentacle starts thrusting into you, slowly picking up speed as you squirm and try to flail around, moaning the whole prison term. The early tentacles holding you wriggle and caress you, slithering in and around your asscheeks and fondling your tits. By this pointedness you 're moaning like a bitch in heat, your small cock rock hard and begging for attention. Unfortunately for you, you 're unable to free a hired man to touch yourself, and the tentacles do n't seem to be going for it either.

Minutes pass, and if your oral fissure were n't occupied you 'd be gasping and moaning with each thrust into your short organic structure. Despite having nothing touch your cock, your prostate being constantly massaged has you rapidly approaching sexual climax, and soon you ca n't help but go limp as you cum, cock twitching as you spurt your fluid all over yourself and the surface area immediately in front of you. Soon after you feel the two tentacles pumping into you jerk and twitch, before shooting a warm, slurred liquid inside of you, causing a mini aftershock orgasm in you. As they pull out of you, you think it 's over, and feel some of the thick fluid drip from your ass, seeing some drip from your backtalk as well ; a thick, dark blue fluid that was surprisingly sweet-flavored.

Thinking it was all over, you 're horrified when you feel another, thicker tentacle press against your recently used mess, and see what you assume to be a similar tentacle moving towards your face, one that had what looked like a gather yap on the end and several bulges at steady time interval further down. You close your mouthpiece tight. The tentacle prod against you as the other one shoves itself into your ass, but you do n't open your back talk, only letting out a pain whine. The tentacle, seeing that it ca n't get into your sassing, pulls back slightly. Another, thinner tentacle wraps around your throat and squeezes, cutting off your hint until you 're gasping for air. As soon as your sassing pops outdoors, the thicker tentacle shoots forward, bulling it 's way into your mouth and down your throat as the tentacle chocking you relaxes it 's grip. These tentacles start to lie with you even harder than the cobbler's last ones, and you 're soon reduced to a moaning, twitching batch as they continue to use you like a doll.

Like before, you feel them eventually seize up and spurt more thick fluid into you, filling you up even more. Unlike before, they do n't draw out out. Instead, they freeze in you, and you see the bulges in the tentacle currently down your pharynx start to make a motion towards your mouth. 'Oh no ,'you think, as you feel your jaw stretchability around this bulge, the object just squeezing past and moving towards your throat, right down to your breadbasket. A 2nd later your tone one pushing up against your ass, the doughnut of muscle having to stretch around the clementine-sized physical object. One after another these target are pushed into your body until you can no longer count how many are in you. You cum at some peak, a shaking, shuddering ordeal that 's less shooting cum and More it dribbling down from your cock pathetically.

After some meter, ( you 're not sure enough how long, it could 've been minutes, or hour ) you feel your limp body being lowered to the earth. The tentacles that were in you are gone, but you do n't feel empty. In fact, you feel fuller than you ever have in your living, and look down to see your abdomen bulging out obscenely, looking as if you were a few month meaning. The tentacles slowly retreat into the drain, leaving your limp body face down on the floor of the rain shower area, ass still up in the air. Your weapons system lay uselessly by your side, and all you can do is lay there and groan pathetically, drooling a moody blue fluid ; the same fluid you can feel leaking out of your ass.

That 's how a group of college-aged lady friend find you ten minutes later, slumped over with your ass in the air, wet pink hair splayed around you, still leaking that sinister racy fluid. There are dark fall guy Marks all over your back, stomach, tits, and limbs, and your stomach is swollen and lumpy, making you look like a unknown, meaning slut. As they watch, horrified, you groan softly and a drab purple, rubbery orb pops out of your ass, landing on the ground and rolling with a revenue wet noise .