She starts wiggling along...

It's SO very hard not to wiggle... In fact, it feels better to wiggle than it is to struggle. She can feel her thoughts fogging over as more of those tenticles enter her. "Yes" she whispers into her own mind, "I should wiggle more." Her thoughts become tainted as her struggles slow to a pace that matches the writhing of the tentacles.

"I'm wiggling along..." she thinks, her thoughts drift aimlessly. "I'm wiggling along with the tentacles that are in my body..." the thought seems wrong at first, and her thoughts continue, "I'm wiggling along because I'm just on one of the tentacles."

Seconds later, the thought echoes again, "I'm wiggling along because I'm just of those tentacles." Kim continues to fight the thoughts, confused by them. It was the same thought she just had, right? They didn't seem like her own, yet they were.

"I'm wiggling like this because I'm just one of its tentacles." It? Kim can't understand why she's thinking like this, but she can't tell right from wrong anymore. She's so confused...

"I'm wiggling along because I'm just a tentacle of my master given form." She can't tell what she is anymore. All she knows is that she was in a bath tub, staring at the door with tentacles attached to her lower body, but it makes sense. If the tentacles are attached to her, then isn't she be attached to whatever is attached to those tentacles?

"I'm wiggling because I'm a tentacle and my master wants me to wiggle." It make sense now. What was once Kim thinks as her core being starts to break down "My master wiggles me because It wishes me to find more females for it to wiggle in." THAT is why Master created her form. It wants her to find more females for it, and it can't move far from this tub.

"My master wants to wiggle in more females so it can create more tentacles." It's so simple now. She's tentacle of her master. An extension of it's being that it can reach out seeking more females for it to claim, and create more tentacles!

For a moment, the echo of the person who used to be Kim protests that thought, that it is Kim, and not just a tentacle for the master, but that thought soon loses its voice as her Master releases the two tentacles that are within her, allowing them to slither into her, disappearing into her body. Kim drags herself up from the edge of the tub, her nude form dripping with water, sweat, and slime. Her feet move beneather her, leading her towards her mission.