The Tentacle Creatures Become The Dominant Race.

Over and over again, hour after hour, you are **** to orgasm. The tentacle creatures seem satisfied with their prize of a human imprisoned within their breeding den and have you pumping out more and more of them as time passes.

Now and then the, presumably, original creature returns to feed you, filling your stomach to capacity over and over again to ensure optimum reproduction performance.

Over time your mind cracks, your new universe is the simple small cave, your pleasurable prison. Nothing else exists beyond being made to cum and grow new babies.

As time passes you lose track of it, as well as the amount of tentacle creatures you have spawned. Who knows how many there are?

Now and then though you get fleeting images in your mind at feeding time, images of the tentacle creatures navigating the latex forest together. Of finding a clearing. Of somehow using magic and to transport themselves one by one to your old college. Then of more and more of your fellow students being captured and imprisoned within their rooms, **** to copulate and breed more and more of themselves.

Your last image sent into your mind was a whole college full of these creatures letting themselves loose in the world, determined that everyone should become their prisoner.

You realise your capture was the catalyst needed for them to conquer your old world, the thought makes you cum harder than you have ever done in your life.