The shampoo bottles

You reach for a couple of bottles of shampoo and bodywash nearby and with Lara-Croftian aim you squeeze and spray the content of each right at the main bulk of the monster. It seems to cringe as if the liquids burn its membranes, and a ripple surges through the creature's sack-like body. Then it almost seems to shrug, and it starts to flail its tentacles about in a manner which you would categorize as Really Pissed.

It slaps the bottles out of your hands and immediately grabs hold of your arms and legs, pulling you out of the bathtub and halfway inside it, all four of your limbs sinking deep into its gooey center. You try to pull out of it but you can't move an inch. Then the tentacle dicks flop out all around you.

You turn your head this way and that trying to prevent them from finding your mouth but it's hopeless - a big tentacle forces its way between your lips and further down your throat, where it starts to pump in and out in an almost angry manner.

Another tentacle grows up from the blob below you, easily finding its way inside your exposed pussy. You moan around the obstruction in your mouth, entirely involuntarily, you swear. The way it's filling you up you believe it must be as big as a large soda-bottle!

The rest of its dozen or so tentacle-dicks each take their turn violating your third hole, over and over, sometimes two and three at a time. You can feel them squirt something inside you, something that leaks out every time a tentacle is removed to make room for a new one.

You get a closer look at it when the thing in your mouth busts a cap and floods your throat with a sticky, semen-like fluid. **** to not drown you swallow greedily. A final squirt right in your face as the tentacle pulls out reveals that the liquid is also phosphorescent, glowing in the light of the beast itself but you don't have time to study it much before another huge tentacle starts to fuck your throat all over again.

You wonder how much longer you can stand this terrifying ordeal. Hovering on the brink of orgasmic **** takes its toll on a girl's mind, after all. You are crying and drooling, cumming and squirting almost as much as the tentacles that fill your every hole. You almost wish someone else in the family would hear you and come to your rescue but you don't want them to see you like this either.

However, that is exactly what happens. A noise at your bathroom door, someone knocking. When you don't give anything but a muffled scream in reply, the knocking becomes a pounding, then a banging. Eventually the door bursts open, the light from your bedroom floods in and in an instant the blob seems to dissolve into a large amount of oily, soapy water.

You and the remains of the blob both fall into the bathtub with a huge splash. As you surface you start to cough, the tentacle that was stuck down your throat had dissolved just as the rest of it and you had almost swallowed it. When you can breathe again and take a look around you find your parents next to the tub.

"What's the matter dear?" your mother asks.

"We heard noises." your father adds.

"Did you fall asleep in the bath again?"

"That must be what happened."

"Come dear, we'll dry you off and put you to bed. This water is ice-cold, how long have you been in there?"

"Ugh, what a mess. You'll have to clean up in here tomorrow, young lady. I can't understand why you need such a powerful showerhead, it just sprays water everywhere."

Without giving you a chance to reply your mother makes sure you are dry and then puts you to bed, tucking you in properly. You know what happened but the way they talk about it as if it was just a bad dream sounds familiar. You wonder if this has happened before. When your parents leave your room you can hear them talking outside your door.

"... having one of her episodes again?"

"Let's hope not. You remember what happened last time."

"Yes, of course. It was so horrible!"

"Do you think she remembers?"

"No, how could she..."

Their voices fade as they walk away, leaving you with more questions. What did they mean? You fall asleep, exhausted, thinking about what they had said.