Squidboy: Part One

Part Three

I trembled as the disembodied tentacles stroked me, gradually increasing in tempo and force, like a symphony building to a crescendo. Just when I began to think I couldn't hold it in anymore, it eased off. I continued to pant, desperate for more, but the water stilled as the tentacles released my manhood.

Again, while the rest continued to hold my body afloat, the large tentacle resumed its exploration of my body. As if the tentacles were of one mind, they managed to curl themselves around me and flip me over so I was face down above the water. Then I felt the large tentacle caressing me from behind, roughly squeezing my cheeks and gently but surely prizing them apart. I cried out in surprise and fear, but I felt strangely exhilarated.

I could only imagine what was to come next. The sensation of the strange tentacles probing my anus was unlike anything I can describe. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt another fleshy tentacle once again stroking me between my legs. All the while, the large tentacle continued to explore my hole, gently teasing my cheeks apart, and stretching the opening wider. My cock throbbed as the tentacles stroked me, so that what came next was an intense mix of pleasure and extreme pain. With no further warning, the tentacle entered me from behind.

I think I screamed, then, and it was like the scream of a wild animal being killed by a fierce predator. I could feel the fleshy tentacle inside of me, stretching me so violently I thought it might rip me apart. After a few seconds, though, the soothing salt water and the tentacles' soft caress allowed me to catch my breath. Pain became pleasure again as the tentacles eased into a gentle rhythm.

I found myself not merely relaxing but becoming wild with sexual desire. I felt my pleasure building to a fervor. I began to take control, no longer merely content to let the tentacle explore me, but desperate for more. I wanted to feel it deeper, harder, and I demonstrated my desire by rocking myself up and down on the flesh-like tentacle, building into an intense up-and-down motion like riding a wild stallion.

The tentacle responded in kind until it was pounding me. I breathed hard, moaning wildly as one tentacle pounded me from behind and the rest stroked me between my legs. We kept this up for what felt somehow like both an eternity and only a single moment, until at last, I knew I could contain myself no more.

I cried out with pleasure and told the creature not to stop, as if it could understand English. For all I knew, perhaps it could. I panted for breath and reached for something to hold on to. The tentacles responded, letting my hold onto them. My toes curled, my knees went weak, and I groaned with pleasure as I climaxed, shooting a load of milky white fluid into the water.

The tentacles thrashed like a school of fish fighting over bread crumbs tossed into a pond. When they stilled, there was no trace of any semen left in the pool. I wasn't sure what they'd done with it; it was as if they'd somehow opened their mouths and swallowed it. If they had mouths. Again, I didn't know enough about them to know that they didn't.

Panting for breath, my manhood quickly going flaccid, the tentacle inside me had ceased its pounding rhythm and gone still. But it wasn't over. Not yet. In fact, that moment was when things really began.

I heard the distinctive clanging motion of gears turning, metal scraping against metal, a clock-like click, and the tentacle inside me came loose from the machine the doctor had described earlier.

I heard the doctor's voice as if from afar. "Yes!" he cried triumphantly. In the corner of my eye, I could see him standing at the edge of the pool with his cock still out, dripping from having pleasured himself while watching me.

What came next I can hardly describe with any accuracy, in part because I lost consciousness shortly thereafter, and in equal part because I didn't understand what was happening at the time. Still basking in the post-coital afterglow of my orgasm, I let out a delirious sigh as I felt the tentacle slithering from inside me. Then it slipped further inside me, deeper and deeper it slithered into my body, until I was sure its entire length had disappeared into my body, stretching me apart from the inside. My eyes went wide and I screamed in horror. Still, it wasn't over.

After the first of the tentacles had crawled inside me, another one followed, and another one still. They crawled inside, ripping my body apart violently, and finally, mercifully, I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was lying prone on the doctor's table. Still naked. Still wet. There was something different about me though. I could feel it, instinctively.

I saw that my hands had been strapped down. I twisted my hands, trying to get free of my bonds, and in response, a pair of tentacles reached up and began to untie the straps. When they were finished, I managed to sit up, coughing with the effort. My feet were likewise strapped down. I reached down to untie them, and again the tentacles responded in kind. I blinked in confusion, only gradually regaining my senses. As I did, I finally realized what was different about me.

The tentacles. They were a part of me.