"AMY!"
Amy heard Sarah's desperate cry for help from the upstairs bathroom. "What is it?" Amy yelled, concerned. No answer — only a frantic thrashing amid sudden splashes of water.
Sarah's voice called out again, this time muffled and incoherent. Amy dashed up the stairs to the closed bathroom door. "What's happening?" she called. But all she could hear was the frantic thumps of a body struggling helplessly as water splashed on the floor. She heard Sarah groan and her voice attempt to scream again, mixed with strange, unnatural sounds of squishing and gurgling.
Amy was afraid to open the door. But one final gasp and call from Sarah persuaded her to finally burst through and find out what was happening.
The next thing Amy saw completely shocked her. She screamed momentarily before cupping her hands over her mouth in fear.
Tentacles - long, plant-like, and wet — were bursting out of the toilet Sarah was sitting on. They raised themselves out of the toilet bowl and crawled from beneath it through the floor — squirming, creeping, pulsing, causing water to spill everywhere. Some were thick, some were thin, but worst of all was that they were all moving — with what seemed to be a central purpose. They had all but covered Sarah, slithering over her skin and wrapping themselves around her body. They clung to her bare, smooth legs, which were caught at her ankles by her fallen panties. The tendrils slid around her torso, squeezing firmly around her waist and pushing her shirt above her breasts. Many small tentacles had found her soft, exposed breasts and were gripping them tightly — squeezing, massaging, one even opening at the end to engulf her nipple. The tentacles were crawling up her curvaceous back, clinging tightly to her skin, and looping around her neck, feeling her face curiously. One had wrapped itself across her mouth, reducing her calls for help to pitiful moans. The girl thrashed helplessly, struggling to move, but her naked body only squirmed in the grasp of the slithering tendrils.
Sarah stared at Amy with wide, fearful eyes, pleading for help in the only way she could.
Amy, in a sudden, unexpected trance, could only stare back. She suddenly began to feel like she enjoyed seeing Sarah restricted and tied up by this plant-like animal. She couldn't understand this reaction, but she couldn't resist it either. Sarah continued to implore her with wide, fearful eyes, and her voice tried to scream again. But Amy only looked at her with a strange, growing lust, and began to wish that she was being attacked by tentacles herself.
Amy looked down at Sarah's crotch. Her groin was poised above the toilet bowl, her bare thighs wrapped in slithering tentacles that spread her wide apart. Five or six dripping tentacles floated beneath Sarah's exposed pussy, cautiously approaching her skin and touching it tenderly. Sarah moaned in fear as they inched closer to her fat, fleshy vagina.
Beyond her control, Amy ached to be in Sarah's position. She could feel her interior begin to expand and moisten as she imagined those thick, slimy tentacles forcing their way inside. She wanted to be naked, trapped, ravaged. Her pussy burned with emptiness, and her head began to spin with the uncontrollable desire to be filled... stuffed... beyond natural capacity.
Absent-minded, she stepped towards Sarah and the tentacles. She barely realized what she was doing as she lifted off her shirt, allowing her large, voluptuous breasts to swing free. Her nipples felt cold in the air and they hardened quickly. She shoved her shorts over her round hips and her soft, plump ass, and they fell to her feet. She stepped out of her clothing towards the tentacles, now completely naked. She saw the fear mixed with confusion in Sarah's eyes; Amy, lost in a stupor of sexual desire, just looked at her seductively.
"Don't be afraid, girl. We're going to have some fun together."
Sarah seemed to calm slightly as some of the tentacles released their hold on her. They turned to face Amy, attracted by the scent and heat of her flesh. After sensing her for a moment, they lunged for her, snapping around her wrists and pulling her violently against Sarah. The tentacles slithered and adjusted around the two girls, squeezing their soft bodies together and smearing them in wetness and slime. Amy gasped in surprise at the force with which these tentacles moved — they speedily coiled themselves around the girls and forced them to embrace each other, their breasts mushing together. The tentacle around Sarah's mouth released, and she gulped in frantic intakes of air; she looked incredulously in Amy's eyes, who had a wonderstruck expression on her face.
"I... I can't believe this is happening, but I think I love it," Amy breathed.
Her arousal boiled over and she pressed her full crimson lips against Sarah's. Sarah pushed back in surprise, but as she felt her friend's arms around her and felt her tongue slipping into her mouth, she began to relax. Having Amy next to her began to comfort her, and soon her mouth melted into Amy's. She swished her tongue around inside Amy's mouth, smearing her lips over hers, losing herself in unexpected passion.
Sarah, suddenly finding herself unreasonably horny, felt herself become extremely sensitive to the tentacles clinging to her skin. Each one tingled in a way that caused her muscles to become more relaxed; as she became more receptive to them, the sensation spread across her smooth, pale skin. It sent shivers inside her as she felt small shockwaves that dove deep into her nerves. Her brain began to buzz with the warm energy that was entering her. Soon she couldn't think straight at all, because she was overwhelmed with the physical reaction. She had become hyper-aware of everything she was feeling on her skin, and it spread like electricity into her slender, vulnerable body. She could feel the sensation traveling to a particular spot between her legs and resting there, working up to a deep, gnawing, tingling fire inside her. The feeling spread from the lips of her vagina, deep into her interior, and resting in a small portion of her gut: her womb.
Whatever this sensation was, Sarah knew it was causing her to crave that the tentacles would enter her. Beads of sweat began to drip down her face. Her heart fluttered. She grasped Amy in her arms, pushing their slippery breasts together. She leaned her head over Amy's shoulder and began licking and kissing her neck. The passion, the craving, was working to a searing, mind-numbing boil. She felt the walls of her vagina stretch in the desire to be rubbed, penetrated, filled. She let out a yearning moan.
Meanwhile, Amy was getting her brains fucked out.
She was right on top of Sarah, their bodies tied together, but Sarah was so entranced that she couldn't even notice Amy being shaken violently against her. Amy had tentacles entering all three orifices, and the ones in her vagina and asshole were plunging into her with merciless force. She was in a wave of orgasmic disbelief as the tentacles forced their way into her; and as the pounding was only increasing, she had no choice but to submit herself to their wills. She made no sound but an occasional muffled groan as the tentacles pounded deeper inside her with each thrust. Her eyes were almost glazed over, and she couldn't help the tears from streaming. It was painful, but the pain mixed with body-shaking, seemingly endless orgasms. Each thrust sent explosions of warm energy into her defenseless form, and this energy immediately exploded again into uncontrollable orgasms that caused her body to involuntarily convulse and spasm. Two, three tentacles had entered her vagina now, and as they twisted together they slammed her soft, wet interior even deeper, stretching her vagina longer and wider than she believed she could take. Her breasts shook and bounced with the force. The moisture squeezed and spurted out of her. She threw her head back and tried to scream, but her throat was blocked by a squirming tentacle.