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You trudge through the knee-deep waters and huff. Moving too quickly in this level of the backrooms could guarantee almost immediate exhaustion. Even moving slowly has started to wear on you.
You thank your lucky stars as you see an area with shallower water up ahead. It's easy to spot due to the tiles in the room being darker than usual. You think it looks like a good place to take a rest, even if you might have to lay down in an inch or so of water.
You clamber into the dark tiled area and lean against a wall, breathing heavily. You haven't been able to sit down since you arrived in level 37, so you take an uncomfortable yet welcome seat in the inch deep water. ' Better than knee-high' you think.
You start to doze off once you catch your breath, the sound of the water gently splashing lulling you off to a shallow rest.
You're woken by what you quickly realize is the feeling of your pants being pulled off. You jolt up. Expecting to find some other wanderer trying to loot you or worse.
Instead you just see water. Or something that looks like water?
Long tentacles, the same color and appearance of the poolroom's water have worked their way up your now bare thighs.
You try to shake them off but they're surprisingly solid. You grab at them but recoil at how oddly slick and slimy they are.
The tentacles pull your boxers off and toss them. Your heart sinks as they float away.
You pull down your hoodie over your crotch and kick at the tentacles, but this seems to make them angry.
Two tentacles grab your legs and force them apart. You shudder, looking down at your exposed body. You try covering yourself with your hands but the tentacles grab your wrists and force them up. You feel completely helpless as a slick tentacle slowly drags its way up your folds, wettening you with its strange translucent slime.
"St-Stop..!" You cry out, a pathetic whine escaping your throat as it pushes inside of you. You whimper as the tentacle violates you, curling inside you to force pleasure out of you. You feel like your body is betraying you as it needily accepts the attention. You'd always fantasized about tentacles, but now that it was happening to you in reality, it was terrifying. You had no control. No idea what these things would do to you or if they would kill you. You curse yourself for enjoying it, and continue to struggle for your life.
To your relief, the tentacle recedes, pulling out of you.
To your horror, a bigger one takes its place. It slowly pushes inside of you, stretching you painfully. You whine but it doesn't stop.
It fucks you roughly, the treatment makes you feel needy. You can't help but like it. It feels so good and now all you can think about is wanting to cum.
The tentacle keeps fucking your brains out, you decide to just let it have its fun with you. It feels too good for you to care.
The tentacle swells, and settles itself against your womb.
Confused at why it's stopped, you flutter your eyes open to see something round making its way through the tentacle. It pushes its way inside you without much resistance. You jolt as it reaches your womb, pushing its way inside painfully. You cry out and start kicking again.
"St-stop! Stop!" Tears fall from your eyes as you struggle. The tentacle pushes another egg inside of you, and another, and another. Your stomach starts to swell.
You feel dizzy, and soon give in to this pleasure as well. The pleasure of being violated, used, and bred. Struggling and hating it wasn't doing you much good anyways.
The tentacle forces a few more eggs inside you, then slowly pulls out. It leaves you on the tile floor, the water laps at your face as your breath shakes.
You struggle to push yourself up. Your head hurts. You still feel needy, never having been able to cum.
You place a shaky hand on your swollen stomach, wondering what you're going to do about the eggs inside you.
You don't have to think about it long, thankfully. The eggs inside you begin to melt into a thick, water-like ooze.
You lean against the wall and shudder as the substance oozes out of you slowly. It feels like an eternity, each second of this making you hornier.
Once it's finally over, you're a drooling, shuddering mess. Your face is red, and your eyes are needy.
You sigh a shaky breath, leaning your head against the cold wall.
But suddenly the wall is gone and you're falling. You hit the ground with a thud.
Your eyes flutter open and you see the familiar yellowed wallpaper, and hear the droning buzz of fluorescent lights.
Wearing only a hoodie, legs too shaky to walk, and oozing slick.
You fell back into level 0.
Fuck .