Tentacles
Attack from an unexpected place
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It was a normal day. You woke up, went to work, worked a quiet shift, and returned home late in the afternoon. After eating and watching TV, you calmly got up from the couch and went to your bathroom. Once there, you took off your shorts and underwear, sat down on the toilet, and began your routine.
As you sat there scrolling through TikTok, you felt a little uncomfortable... like someone was watching you. Putting it down to fatigue, you continued watching the video until you felt a slight prick on your inner thighs.
Looking down, you saw smooth, sticky, clear mucus-filled tentacles of varying sizes crawling out of the toilet bowl, specifically the water seal. Panicked, you dropped your phone and tried to stand up abruptly, but new tendrils instantly erupted from various parts of the toilet, grabbed you tightly by the hips, waist, and shoulders, and forced you back down.
No one's in the house. The bathroom has thick walls. No one will hear you.
The tentacles slowly, almost tenderly, wrapped themselves around your now slightly enlarged and incredibly sensitive thighs, squeezing them with gentle but firm force. One particularly thick tendril gently guided your penis down toward the water and began to slowly slide along its entire length, coating it with its warm, arousing slime.
What are you doing?
As you sat there scrolling through TikTok, you felt a little uncomfortable... like someone was watching you. Putting it down to fatigue, you continued watching the video until you felt a slight prick on your inner thighs.
Looking down, you saw smooth, sticky, clear mucus-filled tentacles of varying sizes crawling out of the toilet bowl, specifically the water seal. Panicked, you dropped your phone and tried to stand up abruptly, but new tendrils instantly erupted from various parts of the toilet, grabbed you tightly by the hips, waist, and shoulders, and forced you back down.
No one's in the house. The bathroom has thick walls. No one will hear you.
The tentacles slowly, almost tenderly, wrapped themselves around your now slightly enlarged and incredibly sensitive thighs, squeezing them with gentle but firm force. One particularly thick tendril gently guided your penis down toward the water and began to slowly slide along its entire length, coating it with its warm, arousing slime.
What are you doing?