Megan felt so many feelings, fear and curiously, excitement. She wanted to pass this off as a hallucination and promptly stood up to walk towards the front of the bus ready to get off at the next stop. One stop short of where she would normally get off! The bus shuddered to a stop and the doors opened. To Megan’s surprise the rain had stopped. It was dusk so the street lights were just coming on. She couldn’t stop thinking of the thing she had just seen. Yeah, she had a thing for tentacles but no to the extent that she would be seeing things. Megan trudged through the puddles and started walking through the park as a shortcut. Her sneakers were soaked and she could feel her feet almost squelching as she walked. She looked over to the playground in the park and wrapped around the top of the swings she saw a bigger tentacle, glistening in the light, pulsing, slithering. She continued walking but didn’t realize she had strayed onto the wet grass and towards the swings. She was being drawn to her visions. “Oh shit, what is going on,” She whispered to herself as her pace picked up. She could hear the sounds of slithering, slurping getting closer as she walked across the remainder of the park, her place was on the far edge so it was a relief when she finally put the key into the front door, turned it and threw herself into the house. She hurriedly ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. Megan sat on her bed and fumbled to untie her sodden laces before pulling each sneaker off and throwing them across the floor. “C’mon, they aren’t real but fuck how horny was that?” She asked herself as she smiled, rolled down her soaking wet socks and off of her perfect feet which were adorned with matt black polished toes. Her soft feet glistened in the dim light and she ran her hands across them. Next she stood up, unbuckled her belt and slid her jeans down over her slender legs. She then pushed herself back onto the bed. On her back she slid her fingers into the elastic of her underwear and pushed them down over her legs. She was so horny, her hands moved between her legs to touch her aching sex. “I’m so fucking wet. I have to do something after seeing that.” She smiled to herself as one hand slid down across her stomach to her soft pussy and started to massage her clit. The other effortlessly slid 2 fingers inside her. Megan’s head rolled back and her mouth widened. “uuuugh!” She released as the sensation was electric. Suddenly the door to her room started making noises. Slurping, rubbing noises. She stopped pleasuring herself, opened her eyes and stared at the door, open mouthed. “Oh fuck! Is this fucking real?” She muttered as her mind and body were torn between overwhelming fear and intense excitement. Slowly, and with a creek, the door started to open. Megan could only stare at it, paralyzed by both fear and anticipation at the same time. As the door opened wider it was clear to see the writhing, slurping, mass of grey and scarlet tentacles that had chosen Megan, had followed Megan and now had got Megan exactly where they wanted her, filling the doorway in front of her with an ominous, wanton presence. She was transfixed on the wet, leathery tendrils, hypnotized by their slow, rhythmic movement. Her head started to sway as she drifted with the tentacles. Megan barely noticed that 2 of them had appeared at the foot of her bed, inches away from her soft, wet feet. By the time she noticed them they had already slid over her feet and were wrapping themselves around her ankles. “No, n….I can’t….I ca…” She tried to plead as her voice faded, still staring intently at the slithering, wet tentacles, mouth slightly open as she gently bit her bottom lip. Her rational brain was slowly surrendering. Megan’s breathing started to quicken. The tentacles grip was firm but not uncomfortable and she actually enjoyed the feeling of them sliding over her ankles and feet, between her toes as they tightened and loosened. Her toes wiggled slowly as she could feel the slimy wetness between them but was still paralyzed and couldn’t move. Then Megan felt a pressure from the tentacles. Slowly, gently trying to force her legs apart. She instinctively resisted and tried to stop her beautifully soft, slimy feet from moving away from each other but she knew it was always going to be half hearted and sure enough the tentacles won another battle of her will and resistance as her ankles moved slowly to the outer edges of the bed.  She was totally at the mercy of this slithering creature and that felt amazing. The conflicting sensations flowing through Megan’s body saw her squirm and try to move away from the monster at the end of her bed until 2 more tentacle rose up the side of the sheets and shackled her wrists, slowly raising her arms above her head. “Oh no, please. This is too much.” She exclaimed as her concern now grew. Vulnerable and horny, Megan could only watch. What was about to happen? I mean, Megan had a fair assumption but how would it feel? Would it be just as she had fantasized so many times when she had masturbated in exactly this spot on her bed? She was about to find out! By now Megan was laying on her back, staring up to the ceiling. Pinned down by the 4 tentacles that had clasped her wrists and ankles. She tried to lift her head to see what was happening at the foot of the bed and saw a menacing, red tentacle appear over her duvet, between her legs. She gasped as it slowly moved up towards her knees. It reached the midway point between her thighs and stopped. Slowly pulsing. Megan felt another pressure and this time the tentacles lifted her up, off of the bed. She was raised to about a foot above the bed, suspended by these slimy, warm, soft tendrils in a star shape. The tentacle between her legs followed her body up and then she saw it recoil, like a snake about to attack its victim. Megan could see the tip of the tentacle, glistening in the dim light. She saw something dripping from it. Her aching pussy was so wet. She could feel a tingle in her body, the tentacles around her ankles and wrists gripped tightly before the tendril between her legs suddenly attacked and plunged deep into Megan. She inhaled loudly and her back arched, she let out the most exquisite moan as her eyes shot open widely and her mouth opened. She was about to surrender her body to this monster. The tentacle started thrusting itself in and out of Megan’s wet, aching pussy. She had never felt anything like this before and thought she would cum immediately. Her body jolted with each thrust of the red, menacing tentacle. With every deep inside her it also moved inside making the feelings so intense. It wanted her and was going to take her in the most sexually pleasurable experience of her life. Megan then felt herself being manipulated, she was being turned over onto her stomach. All the while the tentacle fucking her didn’t stop. She was face down, still held above the bed by her shackles. Her eyes rolling back into her head as the feelings intensified but held her orgasm, never letting her over the edge. When it was ready, the tentacle slowed slightly and this gave Megan’s body time accept its fate and the orgasmic tingle started to build in her stomach, this was going to be big. The monster was playing with her and she loved every second. Like ripples in the water, Megan’s first tentacle induced orgasm started to spread from her aching, tingling, wet sex up her torso and down her legs. The warmth spread with it, over her breasts as her nipples hardened. She knew that once this ripple had reached her brain, her whole body would succumb to this thing invading her. Megan’s last sensation was feeling the ripple down her calf, over her heel and across her soft soles to the very tip of her outstretched toes as her body tightened and the massive orgasm took hold of her body and soul. She could feel her body pulsing and convulsing from the sensations of this tentacle deep inside her. Megan moaned so erotically as her head relaxed, her hair hanging as she lay suspended above the bed. The sensations emanating from her pussy out across her body like waves on the shore, wave after wave of orgasmic power. Megan’s orgasm seemed to last for ever until, with a massive tinge of disappointment, she could feel the beautiful sensations starting to fade into the distance. The tentacles slowly lowered her back onto the bed, still on her stomach but this time the shackles around her ankles pushed her legs under her so she was on her knees with her bottom in the air. The tentacle was still inside her but no longer moving. It was warm and felt amazing inside her. Unseen by Megan there was another tentacle, similar to the one inside her that had appeared between her legs. It slithered over her upper leg until resting on her arse cheek. With her head buried into the bed her eyes dotted around as if trying to visualize what was happening behind her, mouth slack and open, she could feel it resting on her perfectly shaped arse. Then slowly the tentacle started to slither across her arse and slid between her cheeks. It brushed her anus and she inhaled quickly again. Again, the tip of the tendril was dripping with its sex fluid and pushed gently on Megan’s anus. She gasped again and instinctively clenched her body. “Oh crap what have I done? I didn’t want to do that.” She questioned herself. The tentacle already inside her moved. It felt incredible and Megan’s arse immediately relaxed letting the second tentacle push gently, slowly into her anus. Megan’s eyes rolled again and she let out a deep, throaty groan as the tentacle slid deep into her. Never ever had she felt like this. The tentacle inside her pussy started to slide out when the tendril in her anus slid in and vice versa, so slowly, so gently. Megan was feeling sensations her body had not even contemplated in her entire life. With her arse in the air and 2 tentacles feeding her now insatiable appetite for sex the tentacles started to speed up. She could feel that her second orgasm in minutes was going to overwhelm her once more. The tentacle started thrusting harder and faster. Megan’s body was being truly assaulted and she loved every second. By now the 2 tentacles were sending feelings around her body that that built such a beautiful orgasm inside her. This time the ripples flushed through her body instantly and with devastating effect . She gasped, tightened her body and screamed as the earthquake of an orgasm travelled through her body over and over again as if she was being electrocuted. Intense waves of pleasure buried themselves deep into Megan’s mind and body. The sheer power of the orgasm almost made her pass out until the tentacles slowed, allowing her body to recover. Still filled with the 2 tentacles, Megan was turned over onto her back once more and the 2 tentacles around her wrists withdrew, her hands instinctively went to her breasts and massaged them. A smile came across her face and the exquisite moans of sexual pleasure never stopped. This was the best sexual experience of her life. Megan’s hand moved from her breasts, across her stomach and between her legs. She wanted to touch the things that were invading her, she needed to know what they felt like. They were wet and quite textured, she held both invading tentacles and felt the faint pulsing on her palms. The tentacles around her ankles danced across the soles of her feet and slid between her big toe and second toe which Megan found highly erotic. A third red tentacle then appeared between her legs. Moving up, sliding over her hands that were still holding the objects of her immense pleasure. It slid across her belly button and up between her breasts before stopping short of her lips. The tip was again, dripping with the clear, slimy ooze that the 2 inside her had. Megan involuntarily slid her tongue slowly and sensually out of her mouth and licked the soft tip. Her eyes slowly closed as she tasted the fluid for the first time. It was sweet, it slid down her throat so easily, it tasted beautiful. She licked it again and tasted before swallowing and slowly enveloping her soft lips over the head off the tendril. The tentacles inside her started moving, jerking and she could feel the erotic sensation as she started to take the third tentacle into her mouth. Megan could feel the fluid sliding down her throat as her tongue slid across the tentacle, it loved the feeling as much as she did. It pushed, slowly but when it came to the back of her mouth it didn’t stop. Her eyes shot open, then her eyes rolled back as the sensations inside her took over and she started to succumb all over again. The 2 tentacles inside her sex and arse were starting to pound again faster and faster and the tentacle in her mouth was also making sweet love to her. Her body was starting to feel another orgasm building inside her but she could also feel the 3 tentacles starting to pulse much stronger now. This immediately tipped Megan over the edge and the orgasm tore through her as the tentacles made love to her willing body. At the height of her third orgasm all 3 tentacle withdrew. This made little difference to Megan’s convulsing, jerking body as flow after flow of beautiful erotic electricity slid over her. The 2 tentacles that were inside her was now hovered over her stomach, pulsing harder and harder until they exploded with a mass of fluid over her body. Megan’s hands rubbed the liquid into her stomach and down to her aching sex as she came again. The tenacle that had withdrawn from her mouth exploded all over her face and neck, she drank in as much as she could. It was warm and smelled incredible. Finally the 2 tentacles around her ankles, where this crazy experience had all started, release and started to pulse. Megan moved her legs so that the soles of her feet were touching each other as the 2 tentacles exploded and oozed even more of this tentacle cum over her beautiful, soft and now very wet and slimy feet. She slid one foot across the other to work in the warm goo and it felt amazing. Still writhing on the bed, Megan was wrapped in the warm glow of her experience as the tentacles receded and disappeared into the doorway. The door closed with a slam! Megan jumped awake at the sound of the door slamming. The radio had turned on, it was 7:34am. Her hands went to her head and she ran her fingers through her hair. “Man what a fucking dream, that was intense.” Megan whispered as she slowly woke. Her hands ventured between her legs. She was wet, soaking. She had lost count how many times she came during her lucid dreams. Stumbling into the bathroom with nothing but her underwear and a vest on, Megan turned on the shower and went to grab a towel. Returning to the steaming bathroom, she slides down her underwear and pulls off her top. She steps into the shower and feels the hot water cascade all over her body. In the shower waste the top pops off and a red, slimy tentacle slowly appears. Megan is lathering herself when she looks down and gasps when she sees the tentacle. Not changing her gaze, she moves herself over the drain, one foot either side and waits for the inevitable…….. …….TO BE CONTINUED.