Try to swim toward the tank walls to find an exit

Futanari Fortress, Tentacle Breeding Pit Tank Three, at 5:12 PM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You try to move your arms through the viscous slime toward the tank walls, but your muscles refuse to cooperate. The aphrodisiac solution has saturated every nerve ending, turning your limbs to jelly. Each movement sends fresh waves of tingling pleasure through your hypersensitive skin, and another orgasm crashes over you before you've managed even a single stroke.

The tentacles don't wait. Three of them coil around your ankles and wrists simultaneously, their ridged surfaces dragging across your flesh with deliberate slowness. You cum again instantly, your back arching as your pussy gushes into the slime. Your vision blurs with tears and something darker—the last fragments of your sanity beginning to crack.

"No... please..." you whimper, but your body tells a different story. Your thighs spread wider of their own accord. Your mouth falls open. Your ass clenches rhythmically, begging to be filled.

A thick tentacle—easily three inches in diameter—presses against your dripping pussy. It doesn't thrust inside. Instead it circles your entrance with agonizing patience, the ridges catching on your swollen labia with each rotation. You've cum four times just from this teasing contact before it finally pushes forward.

The penetration is impossibly deep. The tentacle fills your pussy completely, then keeps going, pressing against your cervix before forcing its way inside your womb. You can feel every ridge, every pulse of the living flesh as it begins pumping aphrodisiac directly into your core.

Two more tentacles wrap around your massive breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Their tips find your nipples and latch on, beginning to suckle with wet, obscene sounds. Milk—you're not even pregnant but your traitorous body is already lactating—spurts into their hungry mouths.

Another tentacle probes your asshole. This one is thicker, ribbed with pronounced bumps that drag against your rim as it pushes inside. The dual penetration triggers a cascading series of orgasms so intense that your consciousness wavers.

"Good breeding slut," a synthesized voice echoes from speakers embedded in the tank walls. "Subject responsiveness: optimal. Beginning egg deposit sequence."

The tentacle in your pussy swells impossibly thicker. You feel something round and solid moving up its length, approaching your stuffed cunt.

The first egg pushes into your womb, and your mind shatters completely.