Sticky Situation

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. 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, a coy smile, and a wish of 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. 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, a little more of the blue liquid spilling 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, waiting 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?

The tentacles pushed and pulled, forcing my back to arch as I drooped forward. 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 it’s 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 one 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 pulsing down my throat, followed quickly by gushing fluid in 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, shrieking and moaning as it continued spurting more of its delicious cream onto my contorting face. The goop oozed it’s 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 fading, 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. I could feel my deepest reaches begin 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 the 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, 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. The fluids rose up my back 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 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 they felt running across the throbbing clit atop my spasming pussy.

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, strange 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 rested 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 swarming with tentacles. Hundreds, thousands maybe? 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 almost a foot wide near the top, so I had no idea how I would be able to take it. 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 hit the pink goop. 

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