As soon as my whole head was swallowed up, I could no longer hold my breath. I released slowly, and inhaled the milky fluid. I choked and spit, but there was no use in fighting it. I allowed the liquid to slowly fill my airways. I waited to lose consciousness, as I had one time previously during a near-death experience in my youth.
Instead, I found my brain activity unchanged, still scarily aware of the dire situation I was in. After a minute, I figured I wasn't going to lose consciousness. Instead, somehow the fluid was delivering oxygen to my lungs, even as it filled them and engaged every evolutionary response in my body. The liquid moved around me slowly, disturbed by only slow currents. I didn't understand any of what has happened to me, but I would definitely soon find out. I began to feel the fluid around me move; I was being pulled down in the tube. The restraint points were lowering me down to... somewhere else. I felt the foamy liquid on every surface of my skin. I opened my eyes, hoping to gain any bearings, but all I could see was the off-white liquid all around me. After, by my count, two minutes, I felt air around me again.
I narrowly opened my eyes and quickly gathered that I was in a rectangular chamber now with dark walls, about 4'x3'x10'. Nozzles stared back at me when I risked my glance, and I shut my eyes just in time to feel pressurized liquid against my bare skin. In the same position as before, spread out into a cruel X, I was hosed down from a variety of angles. Only when the last jet had stopped assaulting my balls did I hazard to open my eyes again. I appeared to be soaking with what I hoped was water. More shockingly, as I stared up at the metal disc in my wrist, I noticed that the even coat of dark hair that spread across my body had been dissolved. I looked down at my figure and discovered every hair had been removed. My cock looked different bare like that; I had never understood shaving and hadn't been hairless since childhood. It made the pinkness in my balls brighter and my dark uncut shaft stood out like never before.
As quick-moving warm air began to circulate in the chamber, I closed my eyes once more. I felt my balls and cock flopping around in the currents, and felt the first tinge of arousal since I'd been captured. Even though I didn't know what was happening to me, it felt good.
I was once more lowered through dark tubing with periodic rings of bright light punctuating the monotony. I was helpless to do anything as I was ferried. Time seemed to slip away from me; it felt like I was moving for hours. Eventually, I slowed, before finally rising up through a narrower tube and finally into a spherical cavity. The tube sealed behind me noiselessly.
Whatever was holding my limbs in place disabled and I floated to the ground. After the distance I traveled, I was sure this facility was not something I was prepared to deal with. The room I found myself in was another indicator. My hand, pressed against the smooth surface, found that it had give. Though, unlike a plush cushion, this made me think of the inside of a womb; organic and reflexive. It was tight enough though that I could push myself off the surface and stand; it was slightly tacky, though I couldn't find any residue on my hands. I had the thought to reach up and feel my head, confirming that not a trace of my hair had remained. I next examined the back of my wrist, but being able to hold it close did not give me any insights.
Though not initially apparent, a soft glow had begun emanating from the walls around me, casting the room in a dim but still visible light. I had been confused, then frightened, then aroused, and now the storm of emotions quieted into a comfortable silence in the dim, smooth, cozy pocket of space.
For the first time, I perceived smell; a sweet, almost fungal scent pressed in as the light pulsated. In my stood pose, I ran my hands up and down my body to take note of the new smoothness. I spent an extra long time rubbing my hand up and down between my ass cheeks. I had never before noticed how good it felt to rub things against my sensitive hole. In fact, I don't recall ever having sensations as distinctive as these around. I stood there in a trance, eyes hooded, rubbing my hairless backside. Then, a funny idea struck me.
I squatted, lowering my undercarriage down towards the sides of the room. I hovered for a moment before leaning backwards and letting my hole slip over the slick, smooth membrane that surrounded me. Sure enough, the sticky, slippy surface felt great on my hole and taint. I rocked back and forth, stimulating my hole over and over again. At some point my mouth fell open and I began to drool. I felt like I would do anything to keep doing this.
And that's right where it wanted me.
The protrusions from the membrane started innocuous. Where before I only felt a joyous slickness, I now felt a wiggling. It was as if many small limbs were moving all at once in a coordinated effort. I noticed it on my toes, the bottoms of my feet, my glutes, anywhere that was touching the surface. It just seemed to ripple and begin to move. Still not firm, but intentional. It tickled me all over, though the part I couldn't get enough of was my hole.
The cilla, thousands of them around a centimeter in length, began to stroke my feet, the small of my back, my forearm. They moved, I noticed, in concerted effort, tugging my small toe to the left to stretch it away from the others, then back again. It made me shiver. Unlike a pile of insects, these elements did not move at their own whims. There were so many of them that tracing the actions of every protrusion was impossible, yet by focusing on a single one I could isolate the way it waved and licked against my form. They made me giggle wickedly, and minute by minute the ministrations had me lulled into a heady haze. I crushed my body down onto the surface, eager to feel the rippling all over. I was lured into a sweet fantasy where I didn't have to escape this massive facility, but instead needed only to think about the simple pleasures of the moment.
Then, the tentacles came. First, they were just larger folds in the surface of the room, larger waves in the standing oscillations exhibited by the space. They towered four feet from base to trough. Then, as the pliant material shrink wrapped around the extensions, definite arms began to take shape. With studded ridges running along the dorsal sides, each limb ended in a flat, flared, diamond-shaped tip. First, one took hold of my left foot, moving slowly as to not alert me. When it finally did close around my ankle, It took my mind seconds to catch up. I jerked in response just as another attached itself to my upper right thigh.
I realized, far too late, that this room may not have the best intentions for me. I whipped my body around towards the low point of the chamber, where the tube I had entered from... had sealed itself behind me. I reached out towards the metal plate, but a tentacle from the ceiling hooked my arm and pulled it upright. I fought, but I knew I'd lose. I twisted and fidgeted, managing to get two tentacles off of my arm, but more attached to my bare torso and quads. Before long, I was sweaty, panting, and restrained in the center of the chamber by 10 strong appendages. The tentacles felt as if something was constantly writhing around inside of them. The sensation was terrifying. My dick was still rock hard after all of the play with my man hole, but my face held nothing but horrified shock.
The heavy trunks around my thighs coiled another loop around my limbs, squishing slickly against themselves. I saw a thin tentacle droop down from the ceiling in front of me, landing right at crotch level. The beastly arm seemed to linger around my balls and inspected my penis, which had grown hard from all of my rutting. It tugged at the foreskin with its diamond shaped head, investigating.
Suddenly, the tentacle dipped down and wrapped around each of my balls, sliding around them with a mucous frictionlessness. I began to cry and plead out at the creature. "Please, please, no! I... I..." uncontrollable sobs possessed me as I tried to regain control of my breathing. The walls around me contracted and I could feel the smooth membrane against my bare toes and fingers. My bleary gaze, locked on the thin tentacle which rested against my shaft, watched in horror as the dexterous limb tightened it's figure 8 grip around both of my testicles, using the additional length to spiral up my cock. I winced in pain until I couldn't stomach it anymore, and I let out a broken bellow of a wail. At this, the tentacle relaxed a bit, sliding its way up the rest of my erect cock while I heaved breaths of thick, humid air. My balls, still purple, were slowly fading back to a rosy red.
Suddenly, I had something much more pressing to worry about. In my fixation on my ball sack's survival odds, I'd failed to notice how the tentacle fixed to my left thigh had crept upwards so that it cupped my ass cheek in it's flattened head. I felt the limb snake further along before turning upward to rest its tip softly but intentionally on the bright pink bundle of nerves. I knew where this was going. I'd never put anything up my ass before, but I was about to, and I didn't have a say in the matter. Though, as the tip nudged at my tight asshole, memories of that soothing sensation replayed in my brain, sending a pulse through my erect cock. I pushed a bead of precum out, which the tentacle seemed to roll around in. Behind me, the tip of the tentacle rolled-- as one would a tongue-- before it slipped inside my smooth asshole. I moaned out loudly as I felt the digit probe lightly, moving left and right, unfurling its head to stretch at my sphincter. As it spread the mucous gel around, it began to move quicker, slipping against the folds in my anus. It used its lubrication to slide more of the tentacle in, coiling around my upper thigh again as more of its arm invaded my cavity. Now about two inches inside, I could feel the flat diamond head open up, stretching my insides. It settled the entirety of its head against my prostate gland, like a blanket carefully draped over a destitute vagrant.
That simple act of cradling my sexual core externalized all of the trauma I'd experienced so far that day. My grunts and moans morphed into resigned, shaking cries. My solitude, my confusion, my frustration, and my complete lack of agency crushed down on me and the only salvation was through whatever nightmare monster was making my cock rigid. I openly drooled, leaning into the pulsing rhythm of my prostate and the torturous response of the fat tentacle. My face grew flushed, and I passively began to wonder how far I would be able to go with this creature before it decided to rip me to shreds. Another tentacle from the pod in front of me formed before extending itself out towards my face, wrapping around my throat once before creeping up my chin and nudging at my mouth. I mindlessly dropped my jaw, letting the tentacle explore me. It reached down my throat, the channel of its rolled head functioning as a breathing tube as it slid its way along my airway. As it invaded my mouth, it coiled around my neck, squeezing my throat from inside and out. Its brother slowly slid from side to side inside of my ass, mapping different parts of my gland and forcing moans out of my cramped throat. The tentacle around my left thigh began to move in to lick at my ring from the outside, adding lubricant and pulling small muffled groans out of me.
The tentacle wrapped around my cock began to contract and relax rhythmically with the pulses of my prostate and the wiggling of my oral invader. The tentacle in my mouth restricted my vision, so I could only feel as the diamond head cradled the head of my cock, blanketing it like it's brother had to my gland. I could feel a suction around the crown of my cockhead, as if it was siphoning up my precum.
The second tentacle, which had only played with my occupied asshole, decided that it had more ambitious plans. With my hole already lubed up, the limb had only to slide against my leg once more to impale six inches of tentacle past the arm that was still stimulating my prostate. Each time I gasped at the depth, I was horrified to feel the tentacle continue to slide against my upper right thigh as the appendage reached deep into my butt. It pushed past my second ring, a feature of my anatomy which I was previously unaware of. I became brutally aware when the cruel head had paused there to curl and uncurl, sending the muscles all over my body into panic mode as they tensed and flexed. My body was sorely unequipped to handle this onslaught, and the tentacles held me tighter as tremors took over my body.
The second tentacle abandoned my second ring and hooked around the opening to my intestines. Thank god the thickness was consistent, so even though the arm was squarely lodged in my guts, my anus was still eagerly pliable. As the tentacle soldiered on, I began to short circuit. Before long, both from pain and pleasure, I was reduced to a drooling, sniveling mess.
The tentacle in my throat pulled my head forward so that I was leaning out in front of my legs. The appendages on my ankles raised, and soon I was spread out like a starfish with a slight bend at the hips. My legs were pulled further apart, painfully stretching my hip flexors. This position surely displayed my obscene hole as two tentacles snaked up my legs, symmetrically convening at my tight pussy.
I stared past the thick tentacle in my throat and focused on the thin arm, now coated in my precum and rolling itself up thin. What is it...
Realization dawned on my fucked out brain only as the tip of the tentacle, lubricated with my fluids, writhed up my urethra. The sensation was like nothing I'd experienced; my piss hole felt a stinging, but also an abrasion that seemed to scratch an itch I didn't know I had. My balls tried to return to my body, but the figure eight of writhing muscle squeezed and forced them to hang low. I watched fearfully as the tentacle continued to slide into my puffy stretched out urethra. I screamed more, but only to acknowledge the violation rather than with the expectation of anything to be done about it. I was unsurprised as I felt the tentacle reach deeper down my penis. Finally, it came to a sliding halt, drawing one last half-exclaimed dying groan from my gagged throat. My toes curled and ass gripped as the head slowly unfurled in my bladder. I felt like my entire pelvis was being stroked, shaken, and sucked on.
Anguish began to build as I could feel an orgasm drawing closer. I didn't know what would happen if I came while that thing was in my cock, but I was about to find out.
