Slowly, I blinked the crust from my swollen eyes, seeing the gloom laid before me. My head was splitting, as if rods of hot iron were being inserted into the back of my brain. The walls of my cell, for what else could it have been, undulated with the slick, wet sheen of bare flesh. Raw muscle contorted and writhed, living tendrils which swelled and flexed as they slithered before my vision, like a nightmare made all too real. I made to move, to turn from such a horrid sight, but I could not lift my feet. I turned my head, seeing that my furry legs were clasped by tentacled appendages. My arms too, were likewise bound and I could not, for all of my straining, extricate myself from their membranous hold. I was a prisoner to these living members of slick flesh and wet muscle, helpless to an intelligence far beyond my own. I looked up into the looming shadows, seeing such a limb extending towards me. Dripping with the slick mucus which slathered its smooth flesh, the vile tendril would come to caress my lips. My mouth, slack and numb before the monster, would fall open, my lips tingling with a pleasant sensation as the tip would gingerly circle my glistening lips. 

My muscles clenched, my rump dimpling as I felt the tentacle enter my mouth. My tongue clove to the throbbing member, lapping the bitter slime which coated that pulsating rod. Slowly, it slid along my tongue, exploring the smoothness of my gums, my fangs, curling back to rub so deliciously along the ridges of my palate. I gagged on the vile concoction, its liquid pouring down my throat to pool hot in my empty belly. My limbs grew warmer as that tendril slipped back to my throat, eagerly pumping its poison into me. My legs were growing heavy now, slacking so that my rump would sag behind me. My bared cheeks swayed in the fetid air, parted ever so slightly as the tentacles would spread my damp thighs. My arms were pulled back, forcing me to arch my back, thrusting my belly forward so that I gave a whimper through my nose. The tentacle pulled back, sliding up my bulging throat, stopping only to pump itself deep, to fill my hot belly so that my stomach began to distend. 

The bitter potion would flow, swelling my aching stomach, forcing my belly to bloat into a mockery of pregnancy for which I did strain at my fleshy fetters. Pain suffused my stomach, making me groan as more of the horrid limbs would rise from the abyss to splay across my bloated belly like so many fingers. Gently, they slithered up the slope of my creaking abdomen, curling around my erect nipples, flicking each tender bud to make my moan my whorish pleasure. For in spite of the terror in which I found myself, there was some primitive thrill of giddy elation. The tentacles which bound me held me tight, like that of a lover, those questing limbs rising up my chest, tracing the curve of my supple throat, wrapping around my neck as that weeping tendril slipped from my wet lips. I coughed, spilling its juices down my chin, my tongue lolling from my jaws. My mouth felt numb, as if stuffed with cotton, yet it was not cotton that was soon to find myself stuffed with. 

Another vile member wound itself around my leg, my muscles jumping as the warm, softness of its undulating flesh slithered towards my groin. I pulled, my tendons cracking as joints screamed in agony. Beneath my fur I blanched, white as bone as I watched in terror, seeing the foul member hovering before my cock like that of a serpent. My manhood hung limp above my churning balls, and the bestial creature would come close, nudging my penis with a fat tip. Gingerly, almost lovingly, it slid along my skin, nuzzling my male sex with a sweetly cloying sensation. That swollen tip opened, revealing a slender tongue which roped itself around my cock, stroking me into full erection. I clenched my fangs, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable, but I could not withstand such pleasures. My head swam, dizzy with the noxious fluids which filled my belly, making me swoon. My cock twitched, rising, extending as I began to swivel my hips. Veins bulged with pumping blood, filling my hardened shaft before that graceful member. The tentacle pulled back, that tongue now like a spear. I watched, awestruck as the needle-thin member came to my weeping urethra. There, it tasted of my bitter precum, finding delight in my shimmering essence. 

With not a sound, that tongue stabbed deep, plunging down into my balls to make me howl in that cavernous abyss. My voice reverberated from the fleshy walls of my prison, echoing with the wet squelch of my jailor as the tip closed around my shaft. Like a thousand fingers, it stroked, stirring my blood to flow hot in my cheeks. That tongue, so nimble, so quick, slithered along my urethra, probing deep, enticing my seed to fatten my balls. I yearned for release, my tender prostate growing firm, ready to explode. I could not fight back the need, the aching, primal urge and with my round belly clenching I gave myself. Hot, ropy seed pumped, the tentacle swelling, like that of a hose which is pinched. The bulge moved along the venous tissue, slipping back into the abyss. 

“It’s drinking,” I moaned. “Oh, it’s drinking my semen.”

I let my head slump against my breast, unable to bear such a sight. My lips were crusted with the bitter fluids of my tormentor, my head swimming, as the fiend spurred my manhood to release again. I groaned feebly, my hips bucking, for I could not contend with the pleasure, the sheer joyous delight of that tongue within me, of that sucking mouth which closed around my throbbing rod. I cried out in giddy elation, screeching my tormented lust to the darkness. I was in heaven, a hellish fleshy prison of utter carnal joy. My cheeks parted and a tentacle rose to run along that damp canyon. Another joined it, like fingers along the curve of my back, slipping down to my firm, yet soft buttocks. I gave a start, feeling those tendrils slipping between my cheeks, finding my ring. Like the caress of a lover, they circled my anus, bringing me to whimper. My button puckered, swelling as it gaped in ecstasy at their warm, liquid touch. My breath heaved from my lips, my belly slumping, so full and tight as I strained against that which I was powerless to stop. One by one, each would slide into my ass, stretching my ring as they probed deep. My trembling gland was caressed, bringing me to howl as I let forth another ropy strand to be consumed by my monstrous lover. Five in all, they writhed and contorted, my swollen belly bubbling with their movements, fecund and gravid. 

Slowly, they pulled back, leaving my anus gaping, ready for the fat worm which would plunge deep. The head of such a tentacle was like that of a fist, battering at my core to make me scream in agony. My mouth stretched wide and that dripping member returned, sweet nectar flowing from its slick flesh. Eagerly, I sought that curling tendril, licking the dew from its skin, lapping the sweet elixir which took away my hurt and replaced it with an aching need to be filled. Heat flushed my cheeks, my body giving in to the delightful pulsing of that fat member which strained my ass. I sighed, my eyes rolling back as my seed flowed into that hungry tentacle. I had given it my essence, now it would do the same. Glorious hot seed burst within me, flooding my core to swell my fattening belly. My stomach distended, growing so full and ripe as to appear pregnant with twins. Angry stripes of crimson laced my stretching flesh, my navel becoming a hump which stuck out from my belly like an accusing finger. 

“O-Oh,” I moaned into the abyss. “Yes, please.”

My love, my tormentor, slithered deeper, pumping its mucusy semen into me. My overfilled anus spurted the slimy strands to run down my thighs, the stench overwhelming as I wept my lust. My balls shrieked, demanding to release again and again, never stopping as I wailed my jubilation in that hellish pit. My fattened belly sloshed, bloated with the richness of my jailor, of the bizarre essence of the creature that held me. That tendril slid back, my rectum closing around it, not allowing it to escape as it popped free from my broken flower. My abused form shivered, wet and hot, yet tingling as I felt my flesh growing slack. My flattened pectorals were beginning to sag, falling to my bloated belly as heavy breasts. My nipples, raw and tender, were erect, tingling with an urge to flow with fresh milk which made swollen those newly grown orbs. My belly was a vast pearl of shaggy fur, bloated into faux pregnancy. I closed my fingers into fists, shuddering in rapturous glee as I felt a new sensation on my weeping blossom. Like that of a funnel, this new appendage affixed itself from my stretched ring, clamping to my puffy anus. Behind me, the tentacle swelled, passing something through its horrid body. 

My eyes would snap wide as I felt the first jelly-like egg press against my ring, ready to slip within me. I knew then, as that gelatinous sphere would push into my ass, that was the incubator, the fruit, which having grown ripe, would bear the precious seeds of the creature which held me. My body gave a shudder as the egg was pushed deep, floating in a bath of virile semen. Another entered me, followed by another. I felt them within my now pregnant belly, bumping and churning, pressing against the walls of my guts. More eggs would be laid within me, my stomach swelling, growing bigger, becoming as if pregnant with triplets and then to quadruplets. The lives within me were moving, hatching from their membranous shells as the tentacle pulled back. Fluid gushed from my anus, my belly growing larger, bubbling as the lives within me broke free to explore their confines. My stomach drooped, the unborn seeking their egress from my innards. I wailed in pain and glee, cackling madly as tentacles groped at my milk heavy breasts. 

My legs would part, my joints creaking as the limbs which held me pulled. My ass spread wide, the first of my young would squirm free, clambering up my thigh. With suckered limbs, it climbed my bubbling stomach, finding that firm nub. With a suckered mouth, it latched on to my nipple, suckling the rich milk which swelled my breast. 

“Yes, my child,” I moaned. “Drink deep.”

The second of my offspring would emerge, seeking my other tit. More would come forth, each sliding along my tender walls, stroking me as did their sire. My seed pumped with each horrid birth, gulped by the creature which held me, the creature whose children I so gladly bore. Their bodies squirmed like living jellies, white and luminous in that darkened pit. One by one, tendrils would pluck them from me, carrying them down into the abyss. My belly, emptied of my offspring, hung like a deflated bag, slack against my quivering thighs. I turned from my stomach, from my weeping breasts, still flowing with their sweet milk, to gaze at the dripping member before my snout. Like that of a lover’s rod, it came to meet my lips. Joyously, I kissed that wet tip, licking the sweet fluids from its skin as I parted my lips. I closed my mouth around my love, suckling the bitter elixir which once more would fill my belly and make my limbs grow numb and so pleasantly warm. Drunk on the nectar of the creature, I moaned in ecstasy as that fat limb would press to my ass, ready to plunge deep and begin anew that wondrous process once more.