casually odd

So far it was a wonderful vacation, spending time along America’s West coast. Days filled with time at the beach, sailing, and enjoying the ocean– while the nights were music, dancing, and great food. Today was going to be a good day, and as the sun dripped from the window to pool on the sheets of your hotel room bed you found yourself excited. You had planned for a scuba dive aways of the coast, and while you were nervous it still sounded exciting. Glancing at your phone, it looked like you had a few hours before you had to be at the pier, so you busied yourself with other things to pass the time.

Finally, it was time to set sail, and you made your way to the dock excitedly. How many stories or movies had you seen where the scuba instructor was some sexy, fit man? Usually with a foreign background and just oozed sex from every pore of his body? Though as you met the instructor it quickly dawned on you that life wasn’t a work of fiction, and the portly American man that greeted you struck you with the smallest bit of disappointment. Still, you were determined to have fun, and as he went over the different gear and what it did, how to use it, and what to expect once you got underwater, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement grow again. 

The boat was small with enough room for you, the instructor, and two other people who had scheduled the same event. In addition to all the gear that was brought out, there wasn’t much room to move around, but you didn’t mind. The ocean was placid and serene, and thankfully the sun wasn’t too hot and heavy this time of year. 

Your fingers trailed through the water as the boat made its way out into deeper water. The instructor was telling another of the tourists about his time in the navy, but you weren’t really paying attention, instead content to watch the water break against the side of the boat and foam around your fingers. The clouds above reflected off the surface of the ocean, and while you couldn’t see through the water very clearly, the darkening hue of its color told you that it was getting deeper and deeper as the boat continued on its way. 

Eventually the boat started to slow, still close enough to see the shoreline, but far enough that scuba diving would prove to be interesting at the very least. The instructor walked each of you through how to put on the gear, how to use it, as well as what to expect once you were down there. You paid attention, nodding and repeating back information as needed, to show you were listening and understood what he was saying. The whole spiel took about ten to fifteen per person, and you found yourself ready and anxious to get in the water, wondering just what you would be able to see below the waves. 

As you sat on the edge of the boat, your excitement was almost too much to contain. Scuba diving had always been something you wanted to do, and here you were. Sure it was a small dream, but it was a dream nonetheless. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned back into the wind and felt a rush as you let yourself fall into the water. 

You crashed through the surface, the water accepting you with its cold, comforting embrace. Through your mask you could see the underside of the boat and the inverted surface of the water; glimmering and shifting like a portal to a completely different world. Weightless and free– well almost, the tank on your back had a certain weight to it, though it was much more bearable down here. You felt as though you were flying, and the giddiness that came with it made it impossible not to smile. 

Taking a breath, you looked around to see the instructor motioning with a light for everyone to gather by him. The group converged on him as he made a series of hand signs, ones that were now familiar to you after the explanation he had given back on the boat. The group was to follow him down deeper. The continental shelf was home to all sorts of coral reefs and unique fish, and it was always an exciting spot to go diving in. 

Together the group descended, still near enough the surface for light to filter down through the water, casting a strange, alien glow across everything. The otherworldly beauty was breathtaking and invoked a peaceful serenity within you as you glided over the reef, watching all the different fish darting in and out of the coral. 

You could have spent all day down here, forever really, but you knew that the tank on your back had limited air and time was flying. The instructor flashed his light again, calling everyone’s attention and making a motion to head back to the boat. Though as the group began to congregate and prepare for the swim back, there was a sudden motion below. Too big to be a fish. 

The first fear was that it was a shark, but as you turned to see the source that fear was quickly replaced. Whatever had moved, whatever it was that caused the water to throb and churn around you, it was far too massive to be a shark. Turning back to the group, you hoped one of them had noticed it too, but all of them were already making their way back towards the boat. 

You weren’t sure how to get their attention, calling out to them wouldn’t do any good underwater, and you didn’t have a light like the instructor did. Gazing back at the….thing beneath you, fear began to fill your stomach as you couldn’t see it any longer. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light and the water and the sand. Either way, nothing was there. Unable to shake the unsettled and anxious feeling that rooted into your mind, you swam back with the others, leaving the reef behind as you started to make your way to the boat. 

You felt the water surge behind you, a sudden flurry of movement, but before you could turn to see what it was, something snapped around your ankle. In a panic you tried to kick away, but the grip was so impossibly strong. Turning to look at the others you saw each of them being dragged down by the same, shadowy tendrils. 

Down, down, down it pulled the group. The light of the sun slowly fading to darkness as the weight of the water started to uncomfortably press against you. A whole plethora of anxieties began to ring out through your mind. Would you have enough oxygen? Would you be able to get out and make it to the surface in time? What about the others? Your breathing was fast, too fast, the tank was struggling to keep up with your gasping breaths, and soon the darkness of the ocean closed in as you faded from consciousness. 

You woke in a panic as water rushed into your nose and mouth. The salt water burned your eyes as you tried to see what was going on, though fighting through the pain you could make out a strange, snake-like…thing pulling your mask and tank away from your body. You clapped your hand over your mouth to prevent from gasping and flooding your lungs with briney water. In horror you watched as several more similar appendages were pulling at your swimsuit, tearing away your modesty and offering your body to the cold depths of the ocean. 

You looked around frantically, hoping for some clue or hint as to how you could escape. Your legs were still tightly bound by these monstrous tentacles, so swimming wasn’t an option and you were quickly running out of breath. With blurry vision you scanned the area, you could make out the rocky walls of an underwater cave. Idly you mused that it wasn’t pitch black like it should have been, perhaps there was some somelight filtering in…somehow. Sunlight getting in meant a possible escape…though as your lungs began to burn and plead for fresh breath, you grimly doubted you would find a way out of the situation. 

Against the walls you could barely make out several dark masses– one of which has a faint light shining by it. It dawned on you that what you were seeing was the bodies of your scuba group, and you were just thankful the brine blurred your vision enough so you couldn’t see details of what was happening to them. 

A pair of tentacles lashed around your wrists, pulling them away from your face and pushing them hard into the rocky wall behind you. You pressed your lips closed, trying to hold on the remnants of the breath inside you. The creature had other plans for your mouth it seemed, as it pressed a thick, textured tentacle against your lips. You dared open your eyes to look at it, to see better whatever it was that was dooming you to the bottom of the ocean. 

It was nothing like anything you had seen before. A long, tapered appendage that seemed to change thickness and shape randomly without reason. Its color seemed to shift randomly, as if a chameleon-like mechanism that was currently out of control. You watched fascinated as it shifted from visceral pinks and red, to shades of strange, toxic greens and purples. Despite its every changing size, this tentacle somehow seemed different from the others. For several inches along its tip you noticed a strange ribbed texture that seemed to be squeezed shut, but looked like they could flare open for…some reason. Grimly you realized you would most likely find out soon enough as the tip wormed against your lips, trying to find purchase to slip into your mouth. Stubbornly, clinging to your hope of escape, you kept your lips pursed, turning your head away from the strange intruder. 

Your chest screamed for a breath, just a small gasp of air. Your legs and arms began to shake as you fought the urge to inhale, knowing it would only invite in water and this creature’s persistent tentacle. The thought made you ill, and you refused to let it happen. Perhaps if you opened your mouth you could bite it, that might be enough to scare it. It was a bad idea, you knew as soon as you opened your mouth your reflex to inhale would take over. 

Eventually, your vision began to swirl. You felt your hands starting to lose their strength as darkness danced at the edges of your vision. You knew you were only moments away from blacking out again. The muscles in your neck grew weak and the movement of the water started pushing your head back and forth like a piece of jetsam. Your jaw grew lax, and for a moment everything started to fade. 

That was when the tentacle surged forward, pushing past your weak lips and painfully lodging itself down your throat. Your eyes shoot open, adrenaline and panic keeping you going despite the situation. Not used to taking something so deep down your throat, your body tried to expel it the only way it knew how; with a gag reflex. Each time your throat convulsed, trying to dislodge the intruder, the tentacle seemed to shift and change shape along with it, somehow working its way deeper into you. 

Once content with itself, you felt the surface of the tentacle inside you begin to shift, and you knew it was all those gill-like thing along its side opening, you could feel them fill the back of your throat and then suddenly…fresh air– or at least breathable air began to fill your lungs. Your body gasped, drawing in as much air as it could in large, shaking breaths. 

Now that breathing was apparently a non-issue, you noticed a strange yet pleasant taste in your mouth. It was difficult to describe, not exactly sweet, but slightly enticing nonetheless. You could feel it coating your tongue, and realized that this thing in your mouth was secreting it through its skin; some kind of oil. It was slippery and as it worked its way into your system you felt almost overstimulated, suddenly hyper aware of the sensation of the water on your skin, and the places where the tentacles touched you. 

Panic still coursed through you, but there wasn’t much you could do with your arms and legs held fast by this creature. Perhaps you were growing used to the salt water, you weren’t sure, but the burning in your eyes started to fade and while things were still a blurry mess, you found it a bit easier to see. 

The tentacles around your arms and legs were different from the one down your throat. These had a flat surface running along the underside, covered in large, disc shaped suction cups like an octopus’. Though you doubted very much this was even related to the cephalopod that everyone had heard of. No, this thing was large, so large that all you’ve seen so far are its tentacles. Which was another giveaway, there were too many of them. There were at least 5 of them on you alone, not to mention what was happening to your diving companions. No, whatever this was it wasn’t an octopus, this was a monster. Maybe even an alien. You didn’t know, and knowing one way or another wasn’t going to get you out of this situation. 

The strange creature began to move you, another pair of tentacles slipping around your knees and pulling your lower half up. Your shoulders and back of your neck stayed pressed against the stony surface of the cave and you couldn’t help but think how indecent you looked, held open and exposed. Silently you prayed that others couldn’t see you like this. You tried to struggle, to pull your arms and legs away, to twist your body and break free somehow, but the creature’s grip was too intense. 

From around your waist you felt a pair of tentacles slide up your body, coiling around your torso like a pair of snakes, their tips opening like petals of a profane, alien flower. Without giving you a moment to consider these new appendages, they lurched forward and enveloped your breasts, internal cilia caressing and teasing your nipples as the internal walls of the tentacles contracted around them, creating a milking motion that sent electricity straight through your body to your clit. 

You felt movement between your legs, water swirling around as a long, thin tentacle slithered along your thigh, its thin size making it perfect for coiling against your clit, teasing you. The warmth that blossomed through you was undeniable, and you let out a choked moan around the tentacle in your throat. Maybe it was the strange oil you had been idly licking off the tentacle, or maybe it was the futility of the situation, either way, you didn’t fight the pleasure, letting it ripple through you. 

The thin tentacle against your clit seemed to vibrate, you weren't sure how or what it was doing to cause this motion, but it was intense enough to make your pussy contract and clench in response to its ministrations. Your head was foggy, any panic you once felt melted away and now there was nothing but the embrace of the ocean and the warm pleasure of the creature that surrounded you. 

So lost in the sensations and pleasure you failed to notice the larger tentacle rise between your legs. Had you seen it you might have been a bit worried; thick as your arm with a strange, flared tip, this was undoubtedly designed for a singular purpose, and as you felt the alien-like appendage press against your entrance you squirmed a bit, half trying to get away, half enjoying the feel of it against you. 

It pressed harder with the new tentacle, the flared tip forcing your cunt wide as it buried itself inside you, deeper than anything you had ever had before– deeper than you thought humanly possible. There was a painful pressure in your lower stomach as you felt it crush against your cervix. Once the creature was certain it was as far as it could possibly go, it began to slide out only to thrust its thick tentacle back inside you.. You let out a half-moan half-scream, stifled by the tentacle in your throat. 

Perhaps it was the sound, or the vibrations of your throat, or maybe even the tight clenching of your inner walls around the impossibly large monster cock inside you, but the appendage in your throat began to leak more of its strange-tasting oil, droplets of it dancing across your tongue and dripping down your throat. You began to feel dizzy, more so than before, and the pain seemed to dull. Suddenly the water against your skin felt…so good. It was hard to ignore and you became blissfully aware of the way it moved around you. Your body shuddered; a warm breath of arousal drawing tight inside you before finally releasing in a great, shaking sigh. You felt your legs tense as the walls of your cunt throbbed and twitched around the huge rod inside you, its violent and deep thrusts not halting despite your orgasm. 

Pulling against the tentacles on your arms and legs, you desperately tried to pull the beast out from you, the overstimulation making your head spin and setting your nerves on fire, but it was no use. You were nothing but a cocksleeve for this creature. If it had the capacity to care, it wasn’t for you or your body, no more than you cared for the vibrator tucked away back home in your bedside drawer. 

The tentacle withdrew, almost completely out of you, and you took a deep shaky breath, but it wasn’t over– far from it. When it slammed back inside you felt a sudden, painful stretching as its twin pierced your tight ass. The sudden stretching made you fear you would tear, that the creature would split you in half. A powerful and painful pinch caused you to tense around the twin cock-like tentacles, but it passed a few moments later as the intruder in your ass pushed slowly deeper inside you. 

There was a point you could have sworn it was in your stomach, but it was hard to think clearly with the brutal movement of the tentacles inside you. Nothing crossed through your mind other than the storm of sensations you were experiencing, and that you were thankful for whatever was causing the pain to be dulled down. 

You felt it again, stronger this time. That winding coil inside you, the building tension of orgasm with each thrust of its tentacles into your ass and cunt. You had stopped tensing up, and even started working your throat around the one shoved into your mouth. A blush rose to your cheeks as you started to debase yourself, to lose yourself so wholly to the pleasure of being used. The realization sent a wave through you, and started the cascade that became your second orgasm. 

Arching your back in pleasure, you inadvertently pressed your tits harder against the tentacles milking your nipples. They felt swollen and sore from the creature’s non-stop abuse of them, but it kept sending wave after wave of electric pleasure to your constantly teased clit. It was all so much, too much….and you loved it. Time seemed to slow, and down here in this eternal twilight garden of brine and flesh you quickly lost count of how many times your body had succumbed to orgasm. You felt another one building when you noticed a change in the tentacles fucking you. 

The one in your throat quivered in a way that made you think of what a moan would feel like if it were a physical reaction; then the twin tentacles in your cunt and ass began to swell, stretching you more than you thought physically possible; and finally, the tentacles milking your nipples seemed to clamp down on them, squeezing them painfully. You realized the beast was about to cum as well, that it was reaching its peak. The thought excited you, and you shuddered through another orgasm before you felt the bulge pressing against your entrance. 

It was large and brought to mind the image of a dog’s knot and with the way it obscenely pressed against your pussy and inner thighs you could tell it was about as big as grapefruit. A wave of panic washed over you as you felt it slide forward inside the tentacle painfully forcing open your cunt. You screamed– or tried to anyway. Despite the pain relieving properties of whatever it had been force feeding you, this still hurt. You felt as though you were being torn in half, and were shocked and appalled when you felt your pussy throb at the intrusion. 

Yes, it hurt, but it also felt insanely good. If pain and pleasure were two halves of a whole, then this was experiencing the absolute pinnacle of both at the same time. You felt the lump move a few centimeters at a time, forcing itself into you. As it reached its widest point your vision started to go dark. The shuddering orgasm that followed and the pain that seemed to rip you in half was too much and you blacked out. 

A throbbing in your throat roused you, and as you regained consciousness you could feel the bulge still lodged partially into your cunt. It hadn’t fully entered you yet, but at least it seemed like the worst was over. There was a sudden throb of the thick, bulging tentacle– a final, shuddering push as the bulge finally pushed into you fully, expelling from the flared tip of the cock inside you with a lewd popping feel. The feeling caused your entire body to spasm, so strange and alien. A moment later the tentacle slipped out of your well stretched pussy, only to be replaced by another, this one with a different feel to it, though you couldn’t explain why or how. 

The new tentacle thrust inside you, pistoning in and out desperately. While it wasn’t as thick as the previous one, the lack of being stretched painfully made this one all the more enjoyable. You existed in what felt like a constant state of overstimulation and orgasm– unable to think about anything other than the physical sensations you were being assaulted with. You felt the change in the tentacle that fucked you, it began to swell slightly, but only just. Another moment of thrusting into you and it began to spasm and twitch, your insides being flooded with warm liquid. 

It had cum inside you. 

The sensation lasted for a lot longer than you expected, and as you looked down around the mass of tentacles that tormented your body, you could see the swollen bulge of your belly. The tentacle withdrew from your cunt, but the one in your ass continued to fuck you roughly– idly you were worried it would try and force an egg in there as well, but it didn’t happen. Perhaps the creature knew one was the limit for humans. You didn’t know, but you were silently thankful it didn’t. 

For now, it seemed content to leave  your dripping pussy alone, busying itself with more effort on your ass, tits, and clit. The orgasms still came, wave after wave of them. It could have been minutes, hours, days…it was impossible to tell. Though as you reached the height of another body shaking orgasm, you felt a strange tremble inside you. Something began to shift and squirm. 

Your body seemed to recognize this and you could feel your muscles contract around it, forcing it towards your entrance. Your head rolled back in the blissful agony of it, and yet another orgasm plowed through you as you pushed the egg from your cunt. Groaning in pleasure as you felt it pass through and float down to the ground, carried gently in the arms of the ocean. The sudden emptiness you felt was loud, deafening. All you could think of was that until just a moment ago you had felt so full….so….useful. 

It wasn’t over…it would never be over, and as the large flared tentacle slithered up to your sore, swollen cunt you knew that this would be your life. This would be your eternity. Nothing more than a broodmare for a monster you never even fully saw.