You don’t want a pussy.

You plop down on the stool and grab one of the handles, the position forces you to lean forward to do it. “$100 each, double if I win. Or was it something else. Ugh, I obviously have to push the pussy button.” You whisper to yourself. Shaking your head you add, “No, fuck it. I’m not pushing it.” You grip the handles, lean forward and gulp in anticipation.

The announcer calls out, “Aaalll right. Bonus tentacle round begins in 3…2…1… Hit that button.”

You slap the tentacle button and a little hole opens in the floor. Up rises an inch thick glowing blue tentacle. You stare as it rises up higher and higher. It gets to the height of your belly button and the head twists as if alive and points itself at you. It moves forward and pokes at your navel. It almost seems confused. The tip is slightly moist. It presses itself into your navel and it feels weird, like it is a tongue licking you. “Well that’s an easy hundred.” You say with a laugh and go ahead and hit the button again.

Another blue tentacle rises like the last, higher, and higher. This one coils around your cock, gives it a squeeze, then winds itself around your sack sort of isolating each nut and your cock in their own coiled section. You can’t help but let out a gasp and a drop of cum pools in the tip. You shake your head a bit, unsure of how stupid what you are thinking really is. “Fuck this feels good.” You hover your hand over the button.