Try to reason with the telepathic voice

Monster Forest Clearing #7, Monster Forest, at 06:20 AM on Monday March 14th, 2024

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You force your lips to move, your tongue heavy and clumsy in your mouth. "W-wait—" you manage, voice shaking. "I'm not from this world, I didn't—"

The moment your mouth opens wide enough to form the words, the tentacle at your face strikes.

It plunges between your lips before you can close them, thick and hot and pulsing, forcing your jaw wide as it drives itself into your mouth. The taste explodes across your tongue — salt and musk and something sweet that makes your head spin instantly. You gag as it pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat, but it doesn't stop. The ridged surface drags across your tongue as it fucks forward, and you feel your throat opening, stretching impossibly around the invading appendage.

"Communication irrelevant," the voice resonates in your skull, utterly devoid of mercy. "Purpose: breeding vessel. Compliance: unnecessary."

At the same instant, the tentacle between your legs drives into your pussy.

Your scream is muffled instantly by the cock-thick vine filling your throat. The penetration is brutal, stretching your virgin entrance in one merciless thrust that splits you open. You feel every ridge, every pulse of the thing as it forces its way through your hymen — a brief, sharp tear of pain that's immediately drowned in a tidal wave of sensation so intense you can't process it. Your pussy convulsses around the invader, clenching reflexively even as it stretches you wider than should be possible.

The tentacle doesn't pause. It slams into you balls-deep — if it had balls — the tip punching against your cervix with bruising force. You can feel it in your belly, a thick intrusion that makes your lower abdomen bulge visibly. Through the haze of overwhelming sensation you realize you can see it — a faint outline pressing against your skin just below your navel.

Then it starts to move.

The rhythm is immediate and punishing. The tentacle in your pussy withdraws halfway, your inner walls clinging desperately to its ridged surface, before it slams home again. Over and over, fucking into your impossibly sensitive virgin cunt with mechanical precision. Each thrust punches a muffled grunt from your stuffed throat. Your massive tits bounce violently with each impact, the torn blouse finally giving up and tearing completely open. Your breasts spill free, swaying and jiggling obscenely as you're fucked from both ends.

More tentacles wrap around your limbs. Two coil around your wrists, lifting your arms above your head and pulling you slightly off the ground. Your legs are spread wide by thick vines wrapping around each thigh, leaving you suspended and completely exposed. One wraps around your waist, another circles each of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until your nipples stand out dark and swollen.

You feel something pressing against your asshole.

"Mmmph!" You try to shake your head, try to struggle, but you're completely immobilized. The tentacle at your rear entrance is slick with that aphrodisiac secretion, and it circles your puckered hole with agonizing slowness before beginning to push inside.

Your eyes roll back as your ass is penetrated for the first time. The stretch is insane — more than you thought possible — but the tentacle forces its way in with relentless pressure. You feel your rim spreading wider and wider until something gives and the tip pops inside. The burn is immediate and overwhelming, but underneath it is a terrible pleasure that makes your pussy gush fresh wetness around the tentacle already claiming it.

Now you're being fucked in all three holes simultaneously.

The tentacle in your throat pushes deeper with each thrust, and you feel it entering your esophagus, the bulge visible in your neck. You can't breathe except in the brief moments when it withdraws. The one in your pussy has found your G-spot and is hammering it with vicious accuracy. The one in your ass works deeper with each stroke, the burn fading into a dark pleasure that terrifies you with its intensity.

The tentacles around your breasts squeeze rhythmically, and you feel something wet at your nipples. Looking down through tear-blurred vision, you see smaller tentacles — thin as fingers — latching onto each nipple and beginning to suck. The suction is immediate and intense, and you feel something fundamental shift in your breasts as they respond to the stimulation.

"Lactation initiation," the voice announces clinically. "Breeding preparation optimal."

Your body is betraying you. Despite the violation, despite the overwhelming assault, your pussy is clenching greedily around the tentacle fucking it. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through your core. The aphrodisiac coursing through your bloodstream has turned every nerve ending into a pleasure receptor, and your new hentai body is responding exactly as it was designed to — by drowning in sensation.

You can feel an orgasm building, impossible to stop, rising like a tsunami from your stuffed, stretched holes.