Mikeys wild dreams part 1

	after you discovered the amazing world of sex you’ve been having many lewd dreams often about your close friends but sometimes, when at your most pent up times, you have crazy dreams out of this world. These dreams often are based off of a idea or story that really caught your attention for one reason or another, just so happens that before everyone fell asleep Bartston told the group the story of the camp goldenwood swamp monster.
	cutting into the middle of the dream as most do, you are trudging through the back waters of the camp, you’ve never been back so far so your mind greatly fills in the blanks. The trees now hang low and bear mossy green leafs with vines draped across the ponds. The mud filling the swamp bottom is goopy and thick but not enough to hold you back from moving through. The water and especially the mud is warm, it makes your body tingle with guilty pleasure like wetting yourself. As you make your way deeper into the pond your in the water and mud begin to raise up to your chest. Before trying to swim you decide to make a few more steps deeper just to see how deep it gets. You take one step too far and you fall into a drop off, your head is barely sticking out of the water and your legs are submerged in mud u able to get out. As you kick your feet you hit a thick jelly like tube, desperately you try to unearth the thing.  It does unearth but it also wraps around your leg before lifting you up out of the water, the tendon hanging you upside down. “Oh thank you mr, Uh tentacle” you say nervously before a sudden flash of consciousness as your remember parts of the story Bartston told you before bed. The thoughts get to your head and the world around you transforms again. The water turns to all mud and the monster from the story begins to rise out of the pond. It’s body manifested through the story and lewd mind. As it rises up it locks its one large eye onto you before flipping you right side up. You nervously dance your eyes across the monster taking in its mass. It’s main body is a mound of mucus like slime, brownish green in color. Its inner core is darker and holds many obscure shapes and tones of green. The creature extends two blobs of slime outward that form into large hands; they grab onto you allowing the tentacle to return to the monsters mass. It groans out as it pets your fur and feels your body thoroughly. It then raises a hand to your head, it prods at your mouth trying to get in. You open your mouth only a sliver but the creature makes its way in none the less coating your mouth in a sticky mucus. It’s taste is a mix of many known substances, but you can pick out a special few. You are sure it tastes like Bartstons slurry he fed you and his piss too, the the faint taste of cum and dirty underwear is also present.Though the goopy Substance becomes too much for you and your forced to cough it out. The monster recoils it’s hands and allows multiple, more solid tentacles to hold you parallel to the earth and head facing the monster. The odd feeling of being held belly up makes you twist to either side trying to find some balance but the monsters grip holds steady. As you try and relax you let your head bend back but it’s caught by the slimy hand of the monster who’s made its way behind you. Your mouth agape you gawk at the creatures massive eye, it’s complexity suggesting he’s quite exited about his prey. The monster eagerly opens what you assume to be his mouth as a bumpy and long appendage slithers it’s way out.  The tongue caresses your face before resting across your snout. Catching you by surprise a hot and sparky feeling reaching up from your inner thigh and onto your belly. As you try to take a peek at what’s now petting your tummy the tongue resting on your face presses back on you.   The monster leans over you adjusting its tongue before prodding once again at your mouth.  Unknowing to you the tentacle that was checking out your tummy was more of a monster than the one looking over you. It’s shape resembling a caterpillar with bumps along its length. As it pets your lower half it folds in and out, it’s slimy skin undulating in excitement. As it hastily retracts itself closer to your hole it leaves a snail trail of slime that makes your skin tingle and feel multiple times more sensitive, the slight wind present causing you to recoil. The lower caterpillar shaped tentacle presses hard up against your hole before a flood of fluid fills your bowels. As the fluid begins to loosen you up the monster makes his way into your mouth, shoving his tongue deep down your throat. The monster puts its lips onto yours making a tight seal, the tongue still digging deeper. The monster settles its tongue deep within you before the lower tentacle makes its move. The lower tentacle Spares no time as it makes its way into your system, though the pain one would normally experience isn’t present here either because of the dreaming state you are in or the fluid. No matter the reason the only sensation you can even focus on is the explosive feeling of the tentacle making its way into you. Like thermite your insides fizzle and spark with an insane level of detail. Each bump and lip on the tentacle makes a mountain of sensations all multiplied tenfold. Before realizing it the large lower tentacle is deep within you before it stops. Despite its still nature the feeling from your lower half still ring out through your body. Settled deep within you both tentacles begin to squirm and wiggle before a sudden stop. Your heart rate rises as you anticipate what’s next, but even you couldn’t imagine what it was doing. The monsters cheeks start to expand as a bubbly fluid fills it. The monster wastes no time as it pumps its heavy mouthful of fluid right into you. It’s hot and fizzy, the rapid filling of your stomach makes it all more surreal. As your stomach fills you can feel your dick press against it thriving to each pump of fluid into you. At the same time the lower tentacle decides its time to give you its little gifts. Baseball sized eggs begin to unload themselves into you. Each egg making the tentacle expand and gape, the sensations grow along with each egg. Every last urge to wiggle and squirm is being sucked out from you with each shock of lust given to your from the inside out. It doesn’t hurt but you can feel your insides stretching far beyond intended, the slimy but firm eggs fill you rapidly. Your moans are muffled by the mucus like lips holding you still. The implanting continues ruthlessly as the monster yanks its tongue out from out of you; your inner feelings belched out the second after. As the monster makes its way to your side it’s lifts you up to show you what it’s been doing. Your shock is unfathomable as you gawk at the monster taking over you. Making you it’s slimy egged up bitch as it gleams over you in its one large eye. Shame and lust fills your mind, the hot sizzling of a climax is reaching closer. The monster seems to match your excitement as it jerks its lower tentacle, tugging at your insides as it drops its last few eggs. Reaching higher and higher your pleasure is peaking and so is the monster. You try to arch your body wants to contract but the monster holds you steady, forcing all of your emotion and energy through your bone. The spillage from you and the monster is immense and blinding. As things start to go dark you feel yourself lowered into the mud as it grows more coarse. Your surroundings begins to grow gold and scratchy and you slowly return to your senses. You find yourself in your bed and the sheets are bundled up at your feet. Billy is sleeping on the floor next to you with his hand on the bed. You roll over to pull billy back into bed but the bed squishes under you and the sudden itchy feeling fills your thighs. It doesn’t take long for you to realize you must’ve wet the bed doing your vivid dream. You do the right thing though and put the sheets in the bathroom before moving billy to the top bunk with you. You cuddle Billy back to sleep and to a hopefully not so wild dream.