Twenty

“Best not to think to much right?” You close your eyes and rapid fire slap the button twenty times. From all around you hear the crowd cheering. The hole below you widens big enough for you to fall in if you fell off the stool. In fact, you can see the stool now looks to be attached to the podium as the hole widens to overtake it. “Maybe twenty was too many.”

The blue glow rises faster from the darkness than the tentacles. It looks like one single mass as wide as your head. As it gets above the level of where the floor used to be it splits into twenty. They coil around your legs, another clamps on your other nipple, two slip into your shoes and begin suckling your toes, another two seem to be giving you a nice back massage, and the rest seem content on rubbing and caressing you. Looking at the button you see it has changed color and now glows red instead of blue.

“Looks like we have a contestant at the red level. Red are triple the size and triple the prize.” You don’t even hesitate, the massaging and suckling feels really good. You slap the button.

You look down and see a dull red glow rising. Unlike the nice happy blue ones it rises up, slides up your leg just a bit, then simply begins pushing against the opening of your pussy. It’s to thick. It can’t get in. The pressure builds. A jet of milky white fluid sprays into your pussy causing you to gasp. Your stomach begins to bulge a bit. “Oh no.” You whisper. It backs off. The milk begins to spray out. It is so much. As the flow subsides it pushes forward and the pressure builds till your body relents and it fills you. “Oh fuck that’s big.” The skin begins to ripple and the tentacle slides in deeper and deeper. “Oh.” Suddenly your body is rocked by a wave of pleasure as every tentacle starts to vibrate. It makes it hard to concentrate on keeping hold of the handles. “Fuck I didn’t think it would feel good.” You are panting.

Your eyes widen as you watch your hand quickly slap the button twice more. Two more dull red glows appear below. The button turns black. The announcer calls out, “Oh look. A black button. Be careful. Black presses are worth $1000 each but they don’t add more tentacles, they change things. No one has ever won after pressing the black button and I don’t even know what a second press does.”

The red tentacles are in place, one slides into your ass with much less resistance and the second finds it’s way by undulating and rippling till it fills your mouth. The one in your mouth, to your surprise, is soothing. As if it wants you to like sucking cock. The taste seems to fluctuate between flavors, honey, steak, then lemon as if trying to find what you like the best. The twin red tentacles are pumping your lower holes and the blue ones are finding every spot on your body that brings you delight. “Mmm”. When you hit each button you assumed it was pain that would get you to let go. Turns out it is quite the opposite. But do you dare? Do you push the black button.