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So of course you go over to her house on Friday. She drives the two of you to her condo. It's tucked in the hills, the nicer side of town in the opposite direction of the bus route you usually take. The slender blue tentacle you'd worn to work still squirms inside you. Slick collects in your soft cotton panties until the fabric clings to your wet cunt.

You both get messy drunk off her fancy ass wine, until you're bold enough to show her the stickiness gathering between your legs. You sit on the couch with your thighs spread, gusset of your panties pulled to the side, so she can watch the creamy juices leak out of you.

"Can you use it on me?" Your boss asks. She hiccups and gives you a sleazy smile.

You whine, not wanting to pull it out, but she straddles your lap and starts to grind the tentacle out of you. She isn't wearing panties, immediately sliding her half-hard cock against your pussy. Her slit is already leaking pearlescent beads of pre-cum, dribbling down the thick shaft to her balls. She moans pathetically against your neck, smearing her pre all over the inside of your thighs.

The tentacle starts to slither out of you to wrap around her dick. She helps the swollen base wriggle out of your ass as the tendril starts to stroke and squeeze at her length. Your hands float down to her butt, kneading the flesh and spreading her cheeks apart so she can stuff it full. She rocks back on the plug, trying to work it into her tight hole. Her flushed cockhead drips onto your clit as the blue appendage milks her throbbing cock. She groans when the base finally pops past her rim and slips off your lap.

The hem of her skirt is lifted by her angry erection. Her tip twitches, barely peeking out from the bottom of the fabric. You turn around and push your ass in the air. You kneel on the couch, leaning over the back. Both your holes feel too empty, so used to being stretched and used.

She guides her cock to your sloppy cunt. The tentacle slides down and tightens around her base as she pushes in. You can feel every swollen vein as her heavy dick fills you up. It's exactly what you need, taking every thrust as she starts fucking you into the couch.

The head of her dick catches when she drags out of you. You whine at the emptiness and she watches your hole flutter and tense as she forces her way back in. You can feel every ridge as she forces back inside. Your pussy squishes and leaks as her hips come flush to yours. A wet mess paints the back of your thighs as you shamelessly gush around her cock.

Your muscles clench as you cum. Her tip nudges your g-spot and she shoves into your hole, hitting that same place until you squirt. You don't care about ruining her couch, pushing your hips back to get more of her dick. Her hand ghosts your clit, barely toying with it as you spurt cum down your leg. She pinches your spent little bud before bringing both palms to rest on your hips.

One of her hands slips to your puckered hole, still slick from the tentacle, she eases a finger inside. You take it so easily and moan for another, pussy spasming with pleasure as she complies.

"Since your so determined to be the office slut, I should make it your official job title," she says between strangled breaths. Her moans are all high and stuttered, desperate to release the load in her heavy balls. You can feel how full she is. The tentacle has her all wrapped up, not letting the pressure in her cock release. She just keeps drilling into your sore pussy and playing in your ass without complaining about her aching dick.

Her brain goes numb when she finally cums. The tentacle loosens and unravels to fill up your cunny too. You whimper as your walls stretch for the writhing blue tendril. It spirals around her dick, making thick ridges of suckers brush all the sensitive spots in your cunt. Her balls tighten, slapping against your sticky clit as she rubs her tip on your bruised cervix.

You take it, drooling into the couch cushion when her thick cum starts to spill out. It feels hot in contrast to the tentacle's cool release as they both empty inside you. She buries her cock, letting the tentacle pump all the semen out of her. It's so much, flooding your pussy to join the puddle beneath you.

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And she does make that your job title, sending out an email to let everyone in the building know. There are some attachments. Pictures of you on her couch after she pulls out. Your pussy is ruined. Her shiny cum mixes with the milky blue that the tentacle spurted inside you. Your ass gapes from being stretched open by her fingers. And now everyone has seen what two glasses of wine does to you.

You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?

Just the thought made you groan.

"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.

Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.

Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.

You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.

"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"

Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.

Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.

You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.

"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…

… and lower…

"Eeek!"

The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.

And then you didn't want to stop it.

A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.

Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.

Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?

The slime was getting bigger.

You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.

Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.

The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.

You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.

It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.

"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"

A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…

But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.

You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.

Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.

Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.

Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.

Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.

The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.

"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…

The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.

And so you stopped resisting.

gluk… gluk… gluk…

Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.

gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk

You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.

The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.

Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?

Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.

Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…

The creature seemed to read your mind.

It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…

Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.

You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.

Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.

The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.

You kinda didn't want it to leave.

Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.

Can't wait for round two…