Bed

I woke up feeling a strange sensation in my pussy. There was something moving in there! The time was... shortly after I fell asleep.

My hand went to my still sensitive lips. But once I touched it the sensation vanished as if I imagined it. My teacher did say she put a baby tentacle in me... I have no idea what their growth is like...

My power showed Carol was riding the guy with her ears and tail out. From the look of it she hadn't stopped having sex since I went to sleep.

Frustratingly I pushed my fingers into myself. However I felt something foreign, it was thick and solid but at my touch I felt it retreat deep inside me. The intense pleasure I felt caused me squirt almost instantly. After I recovered from my mind suddenly filling with white I realized that the tentacle was training my body while I was asleep and it was already much bigger than before.

That certainly brought that session to a close rather quickly... It was still late so I closed my eyes trying to calm down. A few minutes later there was the slow build up of something pleasurable moving deep in me moving towards my entrance.

I had to actively hold myself back from touching myself. The urge to touch myself was back but I wanted to see what it was trying to do... I was so focused on trying to figure out what it was doing I wasn't aware of how I was feeling until I heard my moan. The subtle increase in pleasure was unnoticed until now where I was unable to stop myself after my concentration was broken.

Learning from last time I didn't put my fingers in but its movements froze now that I was moving. When I had this release I didn't squirt like before and I felt the thick tentacle in me as my inner walls squeezed it. It ran the entire length of my pussy the other end ready to escape through my cervix again. At least that's what my imagination provided for what I felt.

In any case before it was the size of a finger, now it was the length of a hand, maybe more if it was coiling up its length. There was also no question as to its thickness... I wasn't even able to feel it before, and now I could.

Laying there it started to move again and I realized it was making me masturbate. That was the goal, or at the very least the effect as the desire was back to touch myself again. But when I did I pulled my hand away with a hiss, between the **** earlier I don't remember and the multiple orgasms I just had I was too sensitive. I couldn't masturbate again.

I found that as long I was doing anything it would freeze it's movements then if I remained still it would start to move again.

There was no way I would be able to sleep like this! I rolled out of bed and stomped to the bathroom. Then I popped some sleeping pills. I needed to sleep, I felt so exhausted already. I returned to my room having drank a glass of water and laid down again. Luckily my tiredness took me quickly and I was asleep then the **** kicked in keeping me asleep no matter what the tentacle was doing to me.

I dreamed of a succubus reaching into my pussy pulling out the tentacle in one go and offered it to Ness. Then she made contract with it before letting it slip back inside in me. There was more but I think that was actually a real dream rather than a succubus playing tricks as I don't remember most of it. At least I hope it was a dream... I don't think I'd survive if the tentacle was running rampant in my body with succubus magic.

I felt the familiar sensation of my post orgasm. The tingle in my pussy going all way up. But the instant I tried to move my leg I regretted it. The muscled in my pussy cramped painfully no doubt a result of all the orgasms I had during my **** sleep.

It took me forever to drag myself to the bath and I soaked in a hot bath. That eased the sensations and when I was no longer cramping I realized I felt bloated though I didn't really see it.

I started getting dressed and checking my phone was a message from my mom saying she was going to stay out tonight and to make sure to eat before leaving for school.

I was conflicted... I had no clothes to wear... My breasts were too big to wear my sister's and my hips and ass to big to fit in my mom's clothes... Then like a savior, in strolled Ness with a fun smirk on her face that said I wasn't going to enjoy what she was about to make me wear.