1. Tentacular Dentistry


    Date: 6/24/2024, Categories: Diary , Ass to mouth Coercion Cum Swallowing Extreme, Monster, Author: Krombomich 

    ... avoiding the receptionist’s drooling gaze. It’s not just the fact that I was naked; even fully dressed these days I tend to feel vulnerable, empty, and cold when I’m not in the dentist’s chair. But—but probably because I’m always so eager to get the next appointment over and done with.

“How’s my favorite little tentacle squeezer this evening?” Dr. Tentacle came to meet me in the waiting room. I don’t know why he always makes me wait; I’ve never seen him with another patient. He is, well, pretty much just that: a mass of spaghetti tentacles with two big meatballs for eyes. Though 'octopus' immediately comes to mind, he takes great offense at the comparison, stating that he has four times as many tentacles, incomparable in size. He could be taking phone calls in his office while unlocking his car in the parking lot.

“I’m still a bit sore from this morning’s cleanup...” ‘And also a little angry’ I wanted to add, but I hadn’t found the perfect way to broach the subject. Thinking on the spot is especially hard when gooey tentacles are greeting you by sliming your skin from too many angles to block and slapping their suckers against your ass and the muffin top of tits spilling over your arm.

“Ah, that’s good. It means I was thorough. I’d like to start seeing you at lunchtime as well. The only thing better than being thorough is being thorough

more often

.”

“If you think so...” Like I said, thinking on the spot while every inch of your body is being explored ...
    ... under the ever-lustful watch of the receptionist is near impossible. I would have to find a better time for this awkward conversation.

Tentacles wrapped around my arms to pry them away in a humiliating cross. The rest were free to coil around my boobs and thighs until the dentist had enough grips to levitate me onto his orthodontic chair in the examination room. Another fun fact I learned from my friend this morning: Dentist chairs aren’t normally repurposed gynecology chairs. I was totally confused when my spread legs were forced into the stirrups the first time, but it made some kind of sense when the exam started.

As for why he needs to go through my entire digestive system with over a dozen tentacles to access my mouth, he once said “I can’t see inside your mouth if my arms are in the way,” which also makes a weird kind of sense.

“Ah...” is all I ever said about that. You don’t talk back to a doctor with a bunch of Monster University diplomas on the walls, especially not one with his wriggly arms digging into your ass.

So, today, like every evening (and morning), I dug my nails deep into the armrests while more and more tentacles fought for space within the stretched rim of my anus. At first, it feels like a bunch of rugged dog tongues eating my ass like a deep dish casserole. Later when they’ve penetrated my colon, it feels more like I sat on one of those waky inflatable tube guys from the car dealership. And for the rest of the journey, it feels like getting ...
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