The infamous Dorm "B"

夏日 by 阿戈魔AGM [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

"What, a girl can't show off an art piece she's proud of to her coworker?" The tentacle is moving faster by the moment, thrusting up into her shirt until the tip pokes out from the hole in the top. Another one appears, pushing into Typhon's free hand- Then a third that drapes itself over the top of her head, leaking drops of precum down her face. "Share a nice drink with a gal pal? I'm hurt!"

"Frankly speaking, I would hardly call us 'pals'. I barely know you, and it's not as if we ever get deployed together." She takes another drink from the mug- much longer this time. She doesn't notice what's in it- just as she doesn't notice the tentacles beginning to surround her. Her free hand is idly stroking the one that slithered up into her grasp, while her tits are covered in a thin smattering of slime from the tentacle sliding itself between them. The one on her head, she doesn't even give a physical reaction to- even with a few drops of that precum falling into her mug.

"Well all art is pretty subjective you know, a masterpiece to one person is just nonsense to another." This art however, is a secret third thing. Drawing the eye deeper and deeper, brain changing with every passing second as a notably phallic tentacle pushes up under her shirt, pumping between her breasts. The mug draws closer, right within reach- Has her throat always been this dry? How strange. "Keep looking, it'll click soon I bet."

"I really don't think I'm getting it. I am not much of an artist." She says, her hand absent-mindedly reaching out to take the mug of goopy white fluid- which she takes a few quiet sips from, as if she doesn't even realize that it's there. The tentacle has got entirely unnoticed, too. "......Why are you showing me this to begin with, actually?"

"Nothing to worry your cute little head about, look at this cool pic I drew though." She's got it up and in Typhon's face in a flash, the screen of her phone pulsing with eerie blues enough to leave even a hardened collapsal expert dizzy. And to her side a convenient tentacle holds up a mug of thick, white fluid. "Whatcha think?"

"It looks... really weird." The poor girl never stood a chance. She got hit by it full blast and she hasn't even noticed what's started to happen. She's entirely ignorant of what's going on here. "Looking at it kind of makes my head hurt... Why did you draw something so... bizarre anyway?"

"Did someone need a psyche permanently altered?"

"No?? What nonsense are you going on about this time?"