Author's Note:
* This chapter contains grotesque elements.
The story itself ends here, but there will be two endings, so the next chapter is the last.
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Recently, She felt like she has started to understand what the tentacle wants to say.
Watching the tentacle’s motions, she can naturally understand what it wants to communicate to her.
The tentacle vibrates its body and slender tentacles when it’s happy, and if it has a request, it lightly tugs at her clothing.
She notices this especially at night during their affectionate interactions in bed.
When she gives it kisses or licks the tip, it noticeably becomes excited.
Then, with that same momentum, it is inserted, and she becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, losing track of everything.
During that time, she is only able to moan.
She gasps, everything turns white, and she melts away.
The tentacle seems to enjoy watching her in that state.
Each night, while she is in a daze of pleasure and joy, the tentacle trembles excitedly on her belly.
Compared to before, it noticeably caresses her more frequently.
Simply being stroked on her head, neck, or thighs makes her feel a sense of happiness.
It feels as if its kindness and affection seep into her from the areas being stroked.
She likes to say "I love you" while being caressed.
Although it may sound foolish, saying "I love you ❤, I love you ❤" makes her feel as if her love for him deepens.
During those moments, the tentacle seems to appear somewhat proud and triumphant.
It felt as if she could hear a voice saying, "This woman is mine."
♦
It was no longer surprising, but the tentacle had grown again.
The many slender tentacles had thickened at an incredible speed, and the whole tentacle had lengthened.
What was once about 12 centimeters long had now surpassed 30 centimeters and reached nearly 70 centimeters.
With its increased thickness and length, it now resembled an even larger sea urchin.
New protrusions were forming from the bulging parts, likely becoming new limbs.
However, the most notable change for Shiori was not the look of the tentacle.
With its growth, the tentacle had also become stronger.
The tentacle sometimes wrapped its longer limbs around Shiori’s wrist and pulled tightly.
During those moments, Shiori was surprised by the tentacle’s power.
Despite its increased thickness, it was far stronger than its usual slimy, soft appearance would suggest.
Although Shiori had never seriously resisted being pulled, she would probably lose in a tug-of-war with the current tentacle.
Additionally, it was a bit concerning that the tentacle had been growing increasingly aggressive in its sexual activities with Shiori.
♦
That night, like always, Shiori was getting ready to have sex with the tentacle.
Shiori lay naked on the bed with her back against it, spreading her legs wide.
Her hairless, smooth genitals were fully exposed as she made no effort to hide them.
It was an indecent sight that could never be shown to others.
The difference this time was that multiple tentacle arms were entwined around Shiori’s body.
"Hehe, it’s as if you’re embracing me."
The base of the tentacle was resting on Shiori’s abdomen.
Multiple tentacle arms were wrapped around Shiori’s arms, legs, and waist.
In this situation, Shiori understood she couldn’t free herself from the tentacle’s hold until the sex was over.
This alone was enough to make Shiori delighted.
Even in such an unusual situation, it was a precious time with her lover for Shiori.
Each time the entwining arms wriggled, the tentacle’s slime smeared itself across Shiori’s body.
However, Shiori didn’t mind at all.
Two arms of the tentacle crawled up to Shiori’s chest, rubbing gently.
The tip of the tentacle then gently stroked Shiori’s breasts.
Her nipples were already erect, but the tentacle didn’t skillfully avoided them.
It continued to relentlessly caress the area around the nub.
Shiori closed her eyes and savored the pleasure from her chest, but it gradually started to feel insufficient.
*Rubbing-Rubbing*
"Please! Touch my nipples too, I want to feel even better."
At Shiori’s request, the tentacle stopped stroking.
Then, after a brief pause, the tip’s mouth enclosed around her nipples.
"Hyaa" This was the sensation she had been waiting for.
A gradual sensation of pleasure spread from the base of her nipples across her entire chest.
Unlike with her clitoris, while pleasurable, it wasn’t an intense sensation that made her lose consciousness.
That's why Shiori can calmly savor the pleasure.
The tentacle releases both nipples it was sucking for a second and then starts sucking them again, just as it did with her clitoris before.
Squeezed, sucked, and then suddenly let go.
"Mmm, I like this. It feels so good..."
Shiori’s face is completely melted with pleasure.
Squeeze, suck, release.
A sharp, tingling sensation moves to her head.
"Mmm, haah, haah"
It’s coming. She’s about to cum...
"Aaaah!"
Shiori moans openly without embarrassment.
Her spine tingles, but she cannot move because she is restrained by the tentacle.
Shiori basked in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm.
However, it seemed the tentacle was not yet satisfied.
It crawls and writhes on Shiori’s abdomen. Every time the tentacle moves its arms around Shiori’s body, lewd squelching sounds are heard.
Another arm, separate from the ones playing with her chest, crawls up Shiori’s upper body.
Combined with a slightly cool sensation, it felt like a snake.
The tentacle mercilessly thrusts its tip into the dazed Shiori’s mouth.
"Mmph, guh, guh."
She was being violated. It felt like the inside of her mouth was being ravaged at will.
Shiori in a panic frantically tries to push it back with her tongue but fail.
Before she knew it, her head was also pinned down by two arms, making escape impossible.
Ugh, it’s painful!
A faintly sour taste of the viscous fluid spreads throughout her mouth.
It feels like every part of her mouth, from her lips to the back of her throat, is packed with the tentacle.
"Mmmph, mmmph."
She desperately screams and flails, trying to move her body, but is unable to because her body is held down by the tentacles.
Meanwhile, the tentacle is relentlessly invading the depths of Shiori’s throat.
It’s terrifying.
Ah, this.
*Sploosh*
The feeling of warm, liquid spreading from her crotch.
Shiori ended up peeing herself due to fear.
It’s so painful. I can’t... breathe...
But just as she thought that, she suddenly felt a bit of relief.
The tentacle stopped its thrusting and gently poked Shiori’s nose.
Ah, I just needed to breathe through my nose. It seems I forgot that in my panic.
The tentacle waited until Shiori started breathing through her nose before resuming its movements.
Shiori wanted to wash herself because she had wet herself, but there was no sign that the tentacle would release her.
Just because she started breathing through her nose doesn't mean that Shiori’s discomfort changed.
It’s natural because her mouth is filled with a foreign object.
However, she is no longer frightened, and the tentacle is moving slower than earlier.
The tentacle holds Shiori’s head and continues its relentless thrusting in and out.
When the tentacle does this, there is not much Shiori can do.
She tries relaxing her jaw as much as possible to avoid the pain, allowing the tentacle to do as it pleases.
"Ngh, guh, guh."
Shiori was no longer frightened, but the experience felt odd.
Is the tentacle using my mouth to pleasure itself?
Saliva overflows from her mouth, and she can’t wipe it away as she is unable to move.
The area where she wet herself remains warm and damp.
It’s a sorry state.
If someone looked at her current appearance from the outside, it would likely seem quite awkward and miserable.
Naked and lying with her legs spread by the tentacles, drool and urine were dripping down her body.
Yet, she didn’t dislike it.
It was truly a feeling that could only be described as strange.
Despite feeling miserable with her body body pinned down and her mouth ravaged by the tentacles, she found it strangely invigorating.
She wanted even more to be done to her.
It wasn’t pleasurable; rather, it was mostly painful.
However, it was quite exhilarating.
Being at the tentacles’ mercy felt comforting. The lack of freedom in her body felt arousing. The feeling of being humiliated was strangely satisfying.
The more pathetic Shiori looked, the more she felt as though she was being destroyed by the tentacles.
Although she considered herself somewhat masochistic, this was a completely new for her.
♦
After the long and painful blowjob (can it even be called a blowjob?), the tentacles finally released Shiori.
Shiori was soaked with urine and tentacle slime, leaving both the sheets and her body drenched.
After taking the sheets off the bed, she headed directly to the bathroom.
She started by wetting the sheets with lukewarm water.
To avoid any stains, she put the stained sections of the sheets into a basin filled with lukewarm water and left them there to soak.
Following this, Shiori could finally rinse off her body.
Looking down, she noticed several strands of hair on the floor.
"Huh!? What is this…?"
Shocked, she touched her head.
With a popping and crackling sound, hair began to fall out.
Her palm was filled with a clump of tangled hair.
"Oh no…"
She felt a shiver down her back.
It seemed that hair loss had affected more than just her pubic hair.
This is abnormal. Clearly, something is wrong with my body.
Could it be stress?
Or could it be that having sex with the tentacles was the cause?
Regardless, she should hurry to the hospital.
However, it was already 2 AM.
"I think I’ll just sleep now. I’m exhausted."
♦
It’s itchy.
The itch is unrelenting from her genitals to her anus.
The next morning, Shiori woke up because of the itch in her crotch.
Hmm? What is this sensation?
Slimy? Squishy? It’s like tentacles wriggling between her legs?
"Aaaaaahhhh!"
Shiori screams.
To her horror, several worm-like, thin tentacles had sprouted where the itch was.
Regardless of Shiori’s will, they wriggled and squirmed between her legs.
"I-I need to cut them!"
In a panic, Shiori could no longer think clearly.
She quickly grabbed a boxcutter, stripped off her nightwear, and curled up on the bed.
Shiori steeled herself.
Click, click-click-click.
She managed to hold down one of the wriggling tentacles and placed the blade against it.
"…!"
She gasped.
Surprisingly, when the blade touched the tentacle, she felt the cold edge as if it was being pressed against her own body.
This meant that cutting the tentacles would likely cause Shiori pain as well.
"No way, this is not going to work... I can’t cut it."
"What am I going to do...?"
Shiori clutched her head in despair.
She felt helpless.
Suddenly, Shiori felt her legs being powerfully yanked.
"Huh?"
There was no time to be surprised.
Before she knew it, Shiori was pinned down by the tentacles.
The tentacles that were supposed to be by the bed were now unexpectedly close.
The tentacles growing from Shiori’s crotch had stopped writhing.
Instead, they were vibrating in an unusual way.
The tentacles in the room gripped Shiori’s legs and inched closer, wriggling.
The tentacles looked like they wanted to connect with the ones sprouting from her.
Even though she didn’t want to understand, she clearly grasped it.
"No! Stay away!"
She slashes at the tentacles with the boxcutter she’s holding.
However, even though Shiori slashed at the tentacles aggressively, they did not retreat at all.
On the contrary, the outstretched limbs entangled Shiori’s arms tightly.
"No! I don’t want this!"
Shiori struggled to break free, but she knew it was pointless.
"I don’t want it. Help! I’m scared and I don’t like it."
With tears streaming down her face, Shiori shook her head like a toddler.
The base of the tentacle was looming over Shiori’s crotch.
Shiori had already given up fighting and was quietly sobbing.
The tentacles growing from Shiori’s crotch twitched and trembled as the base of the overlying tentacle pressed against her.
*Tap*
A strange cold sensation, unlike anything Shiori had experienced, spread over her body.
She felt nothing but fear.
Was she going to be eaten by the tentacles?
Despite her efforts to remain indifferent, the thought of dying still scared her.
Suddenly, Shiori realized that the tentacles were wrapping around not only her lower body but also her back and arms.
The slimy, squirmy sensation covered her entire body.
Then, one of the tentacles gently stroked her head.
"Aaaah!"
Each time she is stroked, her fear fades away. The intense pleasure slowly replaces her terror.
"Please more, more! I don’t want to be scared. Take the fear away!"
With such gentle gestures, it almost felt like hearing a soothing voice saying "Good girl, good girl," as the tentacles stroked Shiori's head.
The sense of terror gradually disappears.
I love the gentle caressing ❤
Shiori could clearly feel her crotch was completely fused with the base of the tentacle, making separation impossible, but it was no longer important.
The pure white happiness overwrites not only her emotions but also Shiori’s consciousness.
As her consciousness faded, Shiori was enveloped in happiness and overwhelming bliss.
♦
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One week later.
Shiori’s boss from the company came to her apartment.
Shiori had been absent without notice for a whole week.
So, he contacted the building manager and came to see Shiori.
Arriving at Shiori’s door, he knocked and called out, but received no answer.
"Hey, she hasn’t committed suicide, has she?"
As he said that, he had the building manager unlock the door.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Even after opening the door, there was no response from inside.
Slosh, slosh, squish, squish, slosh, slosh, squish, squish, slosh, slosh, squish, squish, slosh, slosh, squish, squish, slosh, slosh, squish, squish.
What’s going on? There are intermittent muffled water sounds coming from deep inside the room.
Additionally, a bizarre liquid is flowing from the back of the room to the front door.
It doesn’t seem to be blood, but what could it be?
It’s see-through and has no viscous quality.
He smells it just in case, but there is no foul odor.
It doesn’t appear that Shiori has committed suicide.
However, this room is obviously strange.
The hallway was covered with liquid, so he entered the room still wearing his shoes.
As he moved down the hallway, the sound of water became clearer.
It seemed that the sound was coming from the bedroom, not the living room.
"Hey, Sasaki. It’s me. I’m going to open the door."
Since it’s a woman’s bedroom, he knocked first. However, there was still no response.
He opened the bedroom door.
Inside, there was a corpse discarded like old clothes, reduced to just skin, and a strange creature about the size of a small piano.
The creature looked like a sea urchin, with several tentacles emerging from a central mass of flesh.
The squelching noises seemed to be the sound of it sucking out and consuming the insides of the corpse.
"Eek, a monster! There’s a monster!"
The boss escaped from Shiori’s room, tumbling out in fear.
The end.
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Author's Note:
May Sasaki Shiori rest in peace.
That being said, thank you so much for reading up to this point.
As mentioned at the top, I plan to write an alternative ending, so I hope you’ll stay with me a bit longer.
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