Chloe was a young scientist specialized in alien vegetable life. The laboratory she worked for would often receive new samples of plants found in other planets, and it was part of her job to watch them grow in a controlled environment. It was a lonely activity except for her boss, Mark, who would help her in the daily duties of the lab. Being only twenty years old, Chloe didn't have much to talk about with her boss, a much older man in his forties.
The arrival of a new sample was always an exciting moment for Chloe but this time it was even more special. The new kind of plant they were receiving at the lab was found to have some sort of nervous system. It was a handful of green tentacles rooted on some dirt inside a glass box. The tentacles were about 3 inches long, and they would react to touch, often trying to wrap around the fingers of whoever's hands was near them.
Mark took on the job to take care of the new plant. He moved the tentacle plant to a room, where it would have plenty of space to grow in the following weeks. The room was covered with an special kind of soil, made to grant the plants the best possible environment to grow in. With relative ease, Mark moved the plant out of its transport box on to the prepared soil.
Over the next days, Chloe and Mark visited the plant room regularly to study it. The tentacles had grown a few inches and became very active. Every time Mark came close to it, the tentacles became agitated, trying to grab the scientists' arms and legs. But curiously, that didn't happen when Chloe came near. The tentacles became docile, letting the girl touch them freely. Realizing he could be in danger as the plant grew stronger, Mark refrained from approaching it, letting Chloe work on it by herself from now on.
One day, when she went to their room, the tentacles started to caress her legs, as if welcoming her. At this point, they were long enough to reach her thighs and a few more had grown around the original ones. As she got down on her knees to take a closer look, she noticed the tentacles looked wet. "Ok, this is new. I have definitely never seen this happen before," she thought, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses and observing the plant carefully. Chloe slowly extended her hands to touch the nearest one. It felt warm, slippery and firm. She grabbed it and slowly slid her hand throughout its length, and then back up to the tip. The tentacle pulsated, becoming slightly thicker and harder.
Chloe's heart rate accelerated and she felt her face becoming warm. She continued to massage the tentacle, moving her hands up and down its length. It remained still and erect, except for the pulsating and the occasional shaking. Then, she dropped her equipment on the ground and grabbed another tentacle with her left hand and started doing the same. Her pussy was becoming wet as she fantasized having those tentacles touching her.
Suddenly, the door opened. Startled, Chloe quickly let off of the tentacles and grabbed her equipment, with her hands covered in an sticky and slippery substance.
"Chloe, could you please take a look at a couple of files I sent you? I think there's some new information about this plant," Mark said, bringing Chloe back to reality.
"Sure. I'm already done here," Chloe answered, trying to get back to reality.
When Mark left and closed the door, Chloe wondered if he had seen what she was doing. "No, probably not. He didn't see anything," she thought. "What about the cameras?" Each room had a couple of cameras so the scientists could watch the plants remotely. "No, there's no reason for him to look at the camera feeds during the day, knowing I was in here." After calming herself down, Chloe looked back at the tentacles. They were still on the same position. All she could think of right now was to take off her clothes and have a little fun with them. Unfortunately, she had some work to do right now.
"I'll be back to play with you," the girl whispered, as she got up and left the room.
Chloe could barely wait to visit the plant alone again. "It'll have to be at night, after Mark goes home." She spent the rest of the afternoon working at her computer, anxiously waiting for Mark to leave. When he finally said goodbye and left the lab, Chloe was already so wet her panties were damp. She quickly got up from her chair and ran to the plant room.
She closed the door behind her, took a deep breath and slowly walked to the tentacles.
"We're finally alone," she said as she got down on her knees in the middle of them. At this height, the tentacles could reach her face.
As soon as she touched the nearest tentacle, it immediately responded by caressing her hands. She held it firmly. It wasn't too thick, but it slowly began to harden up and grow in size. With her other hand, she grabbed another one and started to rub it up and down.
Surrounded, several tentacles began to approach her. A couple ones in front of her tried to wrap around her small but firm boobs. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, then took her bra off. With her small tits now on show, the tentacles began to feel them up. A few others slowly rubbed her tits, making Chloe moan softly.
Below her, a few more tentacles started rubbing against her ass and pussy through her jeans. Their juices were now flowing, making her clothes wet everywhere they touched. Still holding two tentacles on her hands, Chloe took one of them closer to her mouth, but hesitated for a second. "What if this thing is toxic?" but before she could think twice, the tentacle pushed forward and entered her mouth, stopping right before her throat.
The tentacle in her mouth pushed out a little, then went in again, and kept repeating this movement. Chloe sucked the tentacle eagerly, tasting its juices and having her moans muffled. Meanwhile, the tentacles behind and below her grabbed and wrapped around both her thighs, while a couple of others began trying to go inside her jeans, but with her belt fastened, they just couldn't do it.
"I wonder if I can just..." Chloe thought, while loosening her belt, "just let them taste it for a little bit." She took her belt off and unbuttoned her jeans. Two tentacles quickly went in the front of her jeans, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. Her pussy was already so wet, and the juices on the tentacles just made it all messier. Willing to go even further, Chloe pulled the front of her panties a little, revealing her unshaved pussy mound. This time, not only the two tentacles rubbing her panties, but about ten nearby ones all quickly went in the direction of her pussy, trying to get inside her panties. "You're hungry, aren't you?" Chloe thought, "I'm hungry, too."
Ten, maybe a dozen slippery tentacles were now competing for space inside her parties, rubbing against her wet pussy. Her pubes and pussy were completely soaked. Chloe started moaning louder, and the tentacle fucking her mouth started to speed up and pulsate. Then, a jet of a warm, sticky liquid filled her mouth. Caught by surprise, Chloe let most of it leak and drip out of her mouth. It was a white, sticky liquid, and it just wouldn't stop coming out of the tip of the tentacle. It just pumped and pumped. Chloe took the tentacle out of her mouth but it kept shooting cum on her face, dripping it down on her tits. When it finally stopped, she couldn't see a thing through her glasses. Her short hair was completely wet.
Suddenly, Chloe heard a noise outside the room. "My boss! What is he doing here?" Brought back to reality so abruptly, she could barely figure out what to do. She hurriedly grabbed her shirt and bra from the ground and got up. The tentacles tried to grab on to her legs, but they just weren't strong enough. She buttoned her jeans, cleaned her glasses with her shirt and dressed it up. Her clothes were wet, and there was too much cum on her tits, face and hair. There was no way she could let her boss see her that way.
She slowly walked to the door and tried to listen. After a few seconds, she heard: "Chloe, are you there?"
"Shit. He's looking for me." She remained quiet, hoping he would just give up and leave. About a minute later, she heard the bathroom door opening and closing. "It's my chance," she thought as she quickly left the plant room.
Chloe quickly grabbed her purse and left the lab. On her way home, she did her best to prevent her tits from showing through her shirt, but it was just too wet. She was able to clean the cum out of her face, but parts of her hair were still sticky and wet.
The girl arrived early at the lab the next day. Again, she began planning her next private moment with the tentacles, but couldn't find an appropriate time. It couldn't be during the day, nor right after Mark left. She just couldn't risk having her boss walk in on her naked, getting gangbanged by tentacles. It would not only be embarrassing, she would also lose her job.
When Mark arrived, he inquired her about the previous day.
"Were you here last night? I came back for my keys and saw your purse on your desk."
"Shit. Think quickly," she thought.
