When the two face tentacles U-turned to penetrate my stuffed mouth from additional angles, I knew my therapist was about to unload heavy, salty cream from most of his many mouths. The previous night, the tentacles felt like arms. Second, are you sure it works that way? it was like two puzzle pieces snapping together.”
“You’ve been taking me there for months. Cursing my sensitive breasts, I came with sixteen tentacles inside me. One of them started sucking on my nose, and the other one killed time by sliding in and out of the gap between my swallowed breasts. At least on weekdays, I get a ride to and from school out of this nonsense. I don’t need two massage therapists at the same time every session.”
“There she goes again,” Mom said loudly to herself. The people who run it have no idea how humans work.
