“Ahhhhhhh, Joan's Groaning.” The wet tentacle easily penetrated her throat and then deeper into the esophagus. Writhing and pulsing, the worm, with a topping in the form of a smooth ball, moved faster and faster, and then shrank and filled her stomach with his seed. Without even trying to resist, Joan felt like it was still spitting out the liquid, slipping out. Before leaving it, the tentacle last splashed, filling the mouth. With difficulty she swallowed, that would frantically sigh.

Covering the pelvis, several tentacles entered into it, stretching the holes. They moved quickly and roughly. Joan screamed, but her scream interrupted the slimy body that filled the throat again. Through a series of continuous orgasms, she felt one of the tentacles crawling in her stomach, climbing up the intestines. The abdomen was enlarged, the worm crushed it from the inside. Joan twitched, ending again and again. A few minutes later, when the mouth was free again, the stomach was filled with a writhing tentacle. Tentaklya passed through her body and got out of her mouth ...

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The most difficult thing for Joan was to accept this reality. Day after day, every few hours, and sometimes with a break of a couple of minutes, tentacles appeared from nowhere. Sometimes Joan tried to resist the violence of the silent and faceless worms, but it was useless. She again and again scrolled in the head the events of that night - she was looking for violence and humiliation, and then found him, selling her soul to the Collector for what would have been in the Japanese comic book tentacles for her reality.

The tentacles were not monotonous. Different diameters, from the thinnest, penetrating into the very depths of her body, to incredibly thick ones, which seemed to tear them from the inside. They differed in a shade and a form, smooth and ridge, covered with small shoots or balls. Some isolated tart liquid, while others - a thick and viscous substance. Joan noticed that the worms were changing every day, and their quality was becoming more diverse.

They followed her everywhere, at home, at work, even in grocery stores. Considerable effort was worth not to reveal its secret. Sometimes she tried to prolong the time between their appearance, but the longer Joan avoided them, the longer and more varied the meeting was.

A few days later ...

Joan has been at home for three days now. She received a small salary for working in the laundry and taking sick leave, took a little vacation for herself. Having spent the whole day on what to pay the apartment and bills, she finally could get drunk and in alcoholic unconsciousness surrender to the tentacles from which she had been hiding all that day.

Joan undressed, still in the hallway. She didn’t know how soon the tentacles would appear and didn’t want to dirty the clothes. She also wanted to smoke - moving around the apartment with caution, she went out onto the balcony and sat down. Even if someone sees her naked body ... what's the difference? Glancing at the corners in the shadow of which her slimy friends seemed to be seeing, she struck a lighter several times and brought a cigarette to her mouth. A tired and mad smile froze on his face, and his eyes wandered through the night city. Joan no longer felt alone. She was always chased by long and slippery pals. But she did not have time to smoke a cigarette, as smooth shadows slipped out of a dark corner in the kitchen, and twisted around her legs. Joan interrupted her dreams, because at first, except for the pain in her grated and stretched holes, she did not feel. But after passing through several tentacles, Joan groaned again, unable to restrain and resist her animal lust. An hour later, the last worm clenched and sperm splashed out of her nose, which did not have enough space in the throat.

Leaning on the wall, Joan walked along the corridor. Her legs trembled, and a snow-white liquid flowed from all the holes.Something like getting to the shower, she hoped that this time there would not be tentacles. She was lucky. Washing away the traces of sperm under streams of hot water, she reflected on what happened a few hours ago.

Drops of water slid to a naked body. Joan looked at herself in the mirror. More precisely, she considered her crotch. She stroked her red slit. Warm and soft, she attracted herself. A few tentacles penetrated inside with ease. Well, damn - she thought.

There was only one thought in my head - if they weren't in the shower, they would probably be fucked again now, only in the corridor or, for example, in the toilet where she was going.

Joan screamed as she opened the toilet door. She jumped back, jerking with fright. Something has changed. She opened her mouth in surprise. The floor, the walls, almost the entire room was covered with something alive. It stuck to the surface, pulsed and resembled huge internal organs. Different shades, from dark green to light lilac. And from this tentacles grew and grew. One by one, they twisted Joan and pulled him inside. Large and strong tentacles squeezed her, forcing her to bend in an almost unnatural position - a little more and she could lick her own clitoris. Joan could only moan, hardly swallowing the air. She turned upside down, so that the light from the ceiling is well lit everything that will happen. Theater for one viewer - she thought. And then something came out of the body mass. Big, thick, like a round and smooth cone, as if someone had twisted someone's ruined anus. It continued to stretch and Joan noticed that it was almost transparent - only some kind of liquid was flowing through the vessels. A centimeter by centimeter it increased and crawled to her opened vagina. Several small tentacles have already slid inside, properly smearing everything inside. And here it stuck. Joan groaned, feeling her womb stretching out. But opening her eyes, Joan screamed in horror — through the translucent fabric of this thing, she saw large and wriggling worms. One by one they crawled and penetrated inside. Joan felt her uterus opening, stretching and, like one after another, these larvae penetrate inside. In a silent scream, she jerked and unsuccessfully tried to free herself, feeling with every minute how more and more of these creatures were impregnated.

When it ended Joan did not remember. She lost consciousness from such a thrill, but when she came to herself, she realized that she was still lying in the toilet - only on the floor. The tentacles released her, but the vile living wall has not gone away. She still throbbed, as before. She saw and felt something move in her ass. Turning her head in dismay, she saw that it was just a tentacle. But then touching her belly, she saw that it was full and filled with these maggots. They moved, pushed and burst her. Something like she crawled out of the toilet, but then several tentacles stopped her movement, until the tentacle in her intestine filled it with sperm.

With difficulty getting up on her feet, she tried to strain her stomach to squeeze it out. But it did not give any result - except that it freed the anus from excess fluid. Joan was perplexed to touch her belly ...

After three days...

Joan writhed from indescribable sensations. All three days of her so-called vacation she spent with the larvae in the stomach. She didn’t leave any doubt that these tentacles knew that she didn’t need to leave the house anywhere. She did not eat anything - her stomach and intestines were constantly filled with sperm. She had only to think about what she wanted to drink, as the next tentacle filled her mouth with liquid sperm. As soon as she felt hungry for a second, the sperm became thick and heavy. Having spit on everything, she smoked in the apartment, the benefit of her tentacles was not forbidden. But once again, as soon as she thought about it, it turned out that for one cigarette Joan needed to satisfy one tentacle. It was a special color - dark blue, covered with small round processes.Movement after movement, tentacles showed her that she should work herself and her mouth. A little later, Joan needed a long search for such a tentacle, ...