Read Before Use [Witch][Tentacle][Potion]

Maybe climbing into my cauldron wasn’t the best idea. I’d crafted a peculiar brew with the intention of spawning something to help… send me over the edge? Reach my destination? Arrive? Ok, cum. I wanted something to help me cum. And no typical, half assed orgasm, either. I wanted full on, eye rolling, toe curling, mind shattering, world altering climax. The kind of which keeps you from walking for days!

What I got was a series of disappointments. Some noxious bubbles, a random cock manifesting here and there, an eager tongue bursting free (those last two _may_ have been used, not gonna lie), but nothing close to what I was after. Until…

One of my coven girlfriends passed me a vial and a book. Metallic blue liquid sloshed inside – nothing out of the ordinary so far. Our group has been known to pass potions and incantations every now and then. But she told me this would be all I was searching for, and _more_. She showed me a list of ingredients on a specific page, flashed a coy smile, and wished me luck before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Always one for the dramatic departures.

I had everything on the list, so naturally threw it all together the _instant_ I arrived home. Everything in my biggest cauldron, all mixed up just as instructed. Oddly, the green goop that I had been stirring flashed to bright pink. Bubbles started to form, rising from somewhere within the concoction before bursting. The most wonderful smell escaped each bubble, drawing me forward with a fog of arousal clouding my mind. Something swirled around beneath the glowing surface, long and wriggly. Another similar shape slipped across the mixture, disappearing deep as yet another neared the top. I shrugged, and poured a small amount from the blue bottle into the pink fluid.

Three tentacles emerged, seemingly spurred by the blue liquid. They swung around, twirled blindly, looking as though they were trying to grasp onto something. _Or someone_, I thought, aroused by the prospects. I slipped off my gown, revealing my firm, perky body to the creature. Of course, it couldn’t see me. Or hear me. I set the book and vial on a nearby table and climbed in. The fluid was warm and soothing, and I let out a soft moan as it rose to my knees. Two of the tentacles wrapped themselves around my legs instantly, looping their way up my thick thighs. The third stayed still, as if waiting for some command.

I strained to retrieve the book and vial, the tentacles holding my legs firmly. There were various notes scribbled on the page, no doubt my friend had used and perfected this little brew. I stumbled as the tentacles squeezed my legs, pulling my thighs apart, and a little more of the blue liquid spilled into the goopy fluid below. The third tentacle immediately lashed out, slapping me _square_ between the legs. Not a harsh smack, more of a tease. One that struck across my clit, then grazed through my drooling lips below. A yelp escaped my lips at the sudden stimulation, and I vaguely registered the word “control” on the page.

Didn’t take long for me to simply put two and two together, but unfortunately I reached the wrong conclusion. The blue fluid wasn’t _controlling_ the creature(s), turns out. It was just urging them on. The contents of the vial were a powerful aphrodisiac, and I needed to recite an incantation in order to control these tentacles – things I wouldn’t realize until long after I had dumped a _quarter_ of the vial into the swirling pink, knee high fluid. What came next (including myself), was all I could handle and ___too___ _much more_.

There weren’t just three tentacles, I _may_ have been able to take that. Maybe not for the _day or two_ I was soon to be stuck in their clutches. Their thick, wriggling, _gooey_ clutches, but for longer than I lasted with the ten that emerged. I was pulled to my knees by unseen tentacles swirling around my feet and ankles. They slithered up my legs, wrapped around my hips, and restrained my arms. I knelt there, breathless, my face within a foot of the bubbling goop as I waited for what was to come. A sly smile spread across my face with the knowledge that I’d be coming, very soon. Maybe the blue potion was having an effect on me, too? Clumsy hands barely managed to set the blue vial back onto the thin table, but the stopper rolled away. It bounced onto the hardwood floor, and I chided myself on my carelessness as the book settled next to the small bottle.

The tentacles pushed and pulled, forcing my back to arch as my body straightened. One bumpy tentacle rubbed up between my legs, grinding against my aching clit. I could feel my toes curling beneath the sloshing fluid at my waist, my face contorting as the flickering flames of orgasm built. Needy gasps and moans leaked from my open mouth, but were promptly cut off by a thick tentacle forcing itself down my throat. It plunged deep, penetrating further than any probing object before. I happily locked my lips around it, suckling at the girthy object as it slid in and out rhythmically, still working itself deeper. 

Another tentacle slithered between the rounded cheeks of my ass. It rubbed across my puckered hole, pink liquid lubricating my backside. The tentacle in my throat withdrew just long enough for me to draw a sharp breath, then surged back inside, in sync with one splitting its way into my pussy. With slow, steady progress, the tentacle behind me squeezed itself into my ass, stuffing me more full than I’d _ever_ been with every thick inch. My orgasm erupted with a never before known intensity, and all I could do was writhe in the constricting grasp of so many swarming tentacles. My chest was burning in its need to scream out, make the whole world hear my pleasure, but the girthy probe tickling the opening of my stomach prevented any sound.

The room spun around me as the pounding of my heartbeat echoed in my ears. I trembled, spasmed, quivered, and shook through every sensation provided by my tentacles. The bumps grinding across my clit as it pummeled my pussy, the steadily increasing pace of the tentacle pounding my well lubricated ass, playful slaps at my breasts and flicks on my hardened nipples. They even dragged slick trails up and down my body, something driving me crazier than I even knew possible.

As the lights faded, my consciousness giving way to the unrestricted pleasure (and lack of air), I felt a pulsing down my throat, followed quickly by fluid spurting into my stomach. The tentacle began sliding up my throat, leaving globs of its thick load all the way up. I coughed and gagged when it pulled free, gurgled grunts struggling from the thick coating in my throat as it continued spurting more of its delicious cream onto my contorting face. The goop oozed its way down my body as I swallowed as much as I could between heavy breaths. It felt warm and tingly, and I began to wonder what it would be like to have my other holes flooded with the substance, too.

I wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. My orgasm was _finally_ relenting, at least to the point of being bearable. Someone overhearing my activity might think I was vigorously masturbating in the tub while sobbing, but I was beyond able to control the sounds escaping myself. Another tentacle was getting ready to work its way into my mouth, the front of my body was completely covered in the pink fluid left by the climaxing tentacle, and the waist-high cauldron was nearly overflowing. The sticky fluids made me feel warm and tingly everywhere it touched; inside my belly, in my throat, my smeared breasts and abdomen, and more intensely under the surface. The sensations bombarding my clit were just shy of painful, and I could feel another mind breaking climax approaching. I took a deep breath and opened wide for the tentacle closing in on my face.

Just before plunging inside, it started to jiggle. The two surging in and out of my body began throbbing, and then – _sheer ecstasy_. Every tentacle around and inside me began spurting the pink fluid in thick, forceful jets. A tightness formed in my deepest reaches as they began to swell with the warm liquid, and the thick material covered me completely. I was sent over the edge, completely lost to pleasures not meant for mere mortals, the girl I had once been now consumed by the endless waves of ecstasy. The tentacles continued thrusting rhythmically into my convulsing holes, pumping more and more of their wonderful cum. I felt it start to leak out around my tightly stretched holes, then gush more forcefully. The streams ran down my legs, adding to the fluids now running down the sides of my cauldron. Pools of glowing pink formed around my cauldron, adding an eerie tint to spreading further through the room as my climax built ever higher.

The tentacles pushed and pulled at my legs and arms, and I happily let them guide me into a new position. I rolled in the bubbling fluids as my legs broke the surface, feet dangling over the side of the overflowing cauldron. My head tilted over the other side, chest sinking into the warm, glowing, tentacle infested goop. My breasts were glazed in the viscous material, but held mostly over the bubbling surface by the tentacles merrily massaging them. Their bumps felt magnificent against my nipples, but not even close to how amazing the submerged masses felt running across the throbbing clit atop my spasming pussy. An unimaginable amount of tentacles caressed my ass, holding me just over the bottom of my cauldron.

Through the brain melting pleasure fogging my mind I could register dozens, maybe hundreds of tentacles rising all around the cauldron. One wrapped itself around my ankle, using the upper extremity to tickle my toes. My tongue lulled out, incoherent babble rolling from my mouth as the orgasm surged on. The tentacles inside me wriggled and writhed as more fluid gushed into my tightly packed body, and I vaguely noticed being lifted. A massive tentacle nudged the underside of my cauldron, toppling it. I slipped from the clutches of the tentacles within the cauldron, inside and out. The cauldron landed near a wall with a solid _clang_, and I moaned deeply as what felt like gallons of warm, thick cum gushed out of my battered holes. I lay on the slicked floor, dazed as the most intense orgasm of my life slowly faded. One arm draped across my face, over my eyes. The other reached down so my fingers could explore the tingling opening between my trembling legs. My breath slowly steadied into some kind of rhythm, and consciousness finally returned.

I was left with seconds to process my situation. Every inch of my floor was covered by the pink fluid. It looked to be a few inches deep, and deepening. The swarming tentacles gushed their pink fluids, filling my apartment with the viscous goop. Hundreds, maybe _thousands_ of tentacles of varying shapes and sizes swarmed in the pink pool. I propped myself up on my elbows and saw that I was completely coated in the fluid as well. The sight of my glistening pink flesh excited me, and I almost wanted each and every tentacle to use me as I’d just been used. Especially the big one, rising eight feet from the bubbling pool. It looked to be nearly half a foot wide near the top, so I had no idea _how_ I would be able to take it into my body. Part of me was horrified, but the fears, as well as the temporary calm melted away as I watched a clumsy tentacle bump the table holding my haphazardly placed book and vial. The whole potion fell in near slow motion, end over end, blue fluid escaping before it even hit the pink goop. 

My ankles became ensnared within the grasp of a couple of tentacles, the tendrils snaking their way up my trembling legs as I lay back on the ground. The bubbling pink broth tickled my sides, rising about halfway up my prone body. More tentacles reached out to me, wrapping around my waist, thighs, arms, wrists, neck, and any other part of me they could. My breasts were groped by dozens of the wriggling beasts, perpetually stiff nipples teased by their bumpy lengths. I moaned at the infinite stimulation, my song of pleasure rising in pitch as a thick tentacle slithered into my tender sex. The lumps along the probing tentacle grinded against my convulsing tunnel, and I jerked suddenly when it began twisting itself. Another thick invader prodded the small gape of my ass, sliding into me with ease. Its entry was aided by a liberal amount of lubricant provided by the earlier warm deposit, and it squirmed _deeper_ than the first. 

I was firmly within the grasp of too many tentacles, with my mouth temporarily free of invasion. Any seasoned witch would have taken this opportunity to speak some spell, make an attempt to counter this botched potion, or even called for help. _I_, on the other hand, moaned heartily, my growing ecstasy making itself known in growing shrieks and groans as more tendrils squeezed into my body. Two more tentacles slipped along the stretched lips of my pussy, then found some way to join their buried friend. Another tentacle was wriggling against the lumpy plug in my ass, the magnificently stubborn creature joining the first within my struggling colon.

It felt as though the other probe between my cheeks had begun tickling my large intestine. My eyes wandered down, drinking in the twitching, pink stained flesh of my body. Through the valley of groped breasts, and swarming tentacles, I could see a bump in my belly as the deep tendril surged forward. Tentacles spread my legs wider, allowing the five to thrust into me more easily. My eyes rolled, head falling back into the rising flood of pink sludge.

The tendrils groping my chest squeezed tighter as my back arched, another powerful orgasm preparing to crash through my well stuffed body. Ecstasy burned within me as my climax struck, casting me deeper into orgasmic madness as the tentacles continued pounding my quivering holes. The three stretching my pink surged one after another, sliding in against a retracting length, the third preparing for reentry. The two stuffing my ass slithered against one another, one sliding in as the other pulled out. Each thrust between my cheeks drove the two ever deeper into my maze of intestines, exploring reaches never before touched by an invader. Juices gushed from my overly stuffed pussy, liquid pleasure squirting across the probing triplets. I screamed as the orgasm tore me from sanity, the distant corners of my mind barely registering warmth spreading from the entrenched tips.

The tentacles pounding into me hilted as deep as they could go, slamming beyond my cervix before pulsing. The pair in my ass surged a few inches deeper as they began to shudder, each tentacle within gushing more warm, pink goo deep into me. My body spasmed as my womb inflated around the fluids flooding my insides, consciousness abandoning me before I could feel the gurgling within my stomach.

A syrup-like texture leaked from my slack mouth as the tentacles lifted me from the increasing soup, all five making a quick retreat from my abused holes. My head dangled back as the gathered tendrils pushed and pulled me closer to the large one I’d seen earlier, and I vacantly watched its tip writhe in the air. It bloomed like a flower, a thick, mushroom head sprouting at its top as the lumpy tip peeled away, pink slime already oozing from this new tip. The massive tentacle bent towards me, long strands of goop drooling down into the pool below. My body was turned and twisted, arms and legs dangling as I became suspended before the large tentacle. Clarity began to circle back into my mind when my fingers and toes dipped into the warm sludge under me, hollow eyes watching my apartment’s door swing open. The swarming tentacles blocked any view I may have had of whoever was unfortunate enough to join my fate as several others pulled my legs open for the thick, master tentacle. I heard a shrill scream as the ungodly thickness began prodding against my well prepared pussy, and grimaced as it slowly split into me…

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