A Beautiful Dream

White hot sensation. Endless bliss. Orgasms had lost their meaning, replaced with a single timeless ecstasy. What was pleasure? What was pain? Jennifer didn't know. She didn't even know that she had been named Jennifer once. Now she was just "that which receives". No past, no future, only the immediate insistent Now. This was eternity.

Until it wasn't. Like a starship decelerating from light speed, waves of awareness washed over her, reminding her that Time Was. She gradually came to realize that the invaders in her body had slowed their movements to near standstill.

She was held firmly and couldn't move a muscle, even if she had the strength. She could still feel alien flesh inside her and against her. Her bare ass was the only thing so far untouched.

This strange intermission lasted just long enough for Jennifer to remember that she was indeed called Jennifer; and long enough to begin to fear the monster might have simply forgotten about her and left her trapped in some hell dimension. She could still feel the steady rhythm of air being force-pumped in and out of her lungs.

Without warning or pretext, Jennifer's solitude was interrupted by the feeling of hands gripping her untouched bottom.

Hands? Why hands? Was she sure they were hands?

They were definitely hands. The hands stroked and kneaded her butt cheeks with great care and attention. She was being primed for the main event; the final invasion.

One of the hands left her cheeks and returned with a handful of the slimy substance that her perverted bath with filled with. Two fingers gently began working the makeshift lube into her back entrance. In and out, they teased the walls of her favorite hole.

Despite the condition of the rest of her body, this mysterious stranger had Jennifer's full attention. She barely noticed that her throat was still stuffed with a cum-covered phallus; or that her bladder was blockaded by a truly nefarious tendril. What she did notice was the moment the fingers were replaced with the unmistakable feeling of a cock-head pressing against her tender bud.

The penis-shaped visitor pressed slowly forward. Given the violent intensity of everything that had happened to her so far that night, Jennifer was pleasantly surprised to feel this newfound gentleness. The penis bottomed out and she felt a pair of balls at its base against her skin. Her anal muscles pulsed with anticipation.

Out and then back in. She was officially being fucked in the ass. It felt amazing. Jennifer surrendered herself once again to pleasure.

The other tentacles once again began to move and pulse as accompaniment. This time they did not overwhelm her senses or drown out the symphony happening in her butt. They complemented the experience, but her ass was the focus.

She was slowly pulled back into that one-long-orgasm experience. Each clench of her butt muscles felt like a climax in its own right. She knew that her body was being loved and honored, and this warmed her heart in a way she wasn't expecting on this night.

This continued for an unknown amount of time as one pleasure blended into the next. At some point she could feel a change beginning to build. The tentacles quickened for a moment, then opened their floodgates.

The goo filling her ass was hot, thick, and showed no signs of slowing. She was being inflated with cum. She could feel the same thing happening in her bladder, which was far stranger. Of course her mouth too was flooded and she was forced to swallow one load after another. It was a strange kind of communion.

Just as Jennifer was starting to panic at being stretched to her absolute limit, it all ended abruptly.

No more tentacles, no more cum bath. Her body collapsed onto the floor of her bathtub as nothing was supporting her weight any longer. She was still full, so full.

Her own floodgates opened and cum started gushing from asshole and urethra. It just kept coming as her belly slowly shrank. Tears fell from her eyes at the magnitude of catharsis.

When she finally felt she had nothing further to expell, she decided to make the effort to sit up. There was no trace of the event left to be seen. The bedding she had brought with her was neatly folded by the drain. No evidence left.

Well almost no evidence. There was still just enough slime clinging between her butt cheeks to prove that the monster had more than just the power to manipulate dreams. She wondered whether the monster would be able to leave more lasting impact as its power grew. She wondered whether forcing mortals to experience extreme events served to anchor itself further into the material world.

Realized dawn had arrived, she summoned the strength to get out of this cursed bathtub. Her first task was getting the cum taste out of her mouth. She spent quite some effort brushing and gargling.

Her curious and brilliant mind (qualities she was only recently discovering about herself) kept churning as she tried to settle herself for the day to come. Every interaction with the monster revealed more about its true nature. Maybe with enough knowledge, they could finally get one-up on the beast.