1. Tentacular Dentistry


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

    ... fisted by an army of Mr. Fantastic clones.

“Sorry about that, some of them have a mind of their own,” my dentist always says when some of his tentacles start exploring other orifices due to lack of anal space. And when I’m fully double stuffed, the leftover arms perform a complimentary breast exam like trying to make a croissant from my breast dough.

Doctor Tentacle also says that vaginal stimulation helps with the pain of a dozen tentacles expanding my guts. I mean... yeah, once you get over the embarrassment of creaming yourself at the hands of your dentist during a simple cleanup, it’s a welcomed distraction, but that means the traveling snake show needs to fight against my clenching muscles, which makes the penetrative experience even more intense for everyone involved.

The one normal thing my dentist does, according to my friend, is ask all sorts of questions I’m in no physical or mental state to answer:

“Dong well at school?”

“Still working part-time?”

“Have your orgasms been getting more intense lately?”

Instead of dismissive uh-huhs, I wanted to start getting some of my complaints in, wanted to say it’s hard to balance school, work, and sleep when I spend almost all of my free time getting my teeth cleaned and how having a hundred orgasms a day is starting to have permanent debilitating effects on my brain to the point where I imagine myself in this chair whenever I close my eyes even just to blink... But I kept interrupting myself with my own ...
    ... moans. Even the vibration of vocal cords is a trigger when your chest cavity is filled with so many wriggling tentacle tips gathering in your stomach. I don’t know why my dental orgasms have been intensifying. I shouldn’t be having any reaction other than extreme discomfort from the disturbing feeling of slithering arms rubbing their hands in my birth canal while my whole body is defiled and my ass is stretched beyond its normal limit. I guess I’m starting to get used to it. That’s a good thing that shouldn’t be a good thing.

What I wish I’d get used to is the violent gags when anal tentacles burst out of my dilated throat like a can of lively fishing worms.

“Open wider please.”

I didn’t know how I was supposed to open my mouth wider than it was currently being pried, but I still made an effort. Ahhh

gag

hhhh...

In my dentist’s defense, he does lick my teeth clean, though the tip of a slimy member fresh from its travels through your intestines might not be technically sterile. It’s just that the teeth cleaning almost feels incidental; every part of me from tongue to rectum, from cervix to pussy lips is getting licked. And, during this full-body clean-up, every bit of movement from any tentacle comes with thousands of suckers rubbing against 20 feet of innards. I lost myself in a new wave of orgasms while tentacles played my nipples and clit like the strings of a Latin guitar.

Through the fog of a brain saturated in endorphins after an unknown amount of ...
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