Despite all of his past experiences, Kiba never recalled a time when an entire room seemed to shift and rumble all around him. Yet as he regained consciousness, the walls around him and floor below felt as if they were shuddering faintly, as if they were overcome by a sudden chill in the air. As his eyes strained, the only thing he could make out specifically about the room were the lime-colored walls, as well as the cucumber-green slab he was laying chest-down upon. The nude young raccoon was at least able to stretch out his charcoal-tinted legs and arms after a bit of effort, for which he was thankful. The last thing he remembered was being late the night before, but things got hazy as he was strolling down the street on the way to indulge in a cheap steak dinner just a few blocks away from home. Judging by the rumbling from his midsection, he was now fairly certain that, for whatever reason, he hadn’t made it that far. He at least hoped that his clothes were better off than he was. Before he could consider getting up, though, he felt the cool table beneath him start to shift positions, the end near his feel starting to tilt further down towards the floor. Kiba’s arms instinctively wrapped around underneath the cool table as it moved around, knowing full well that his legs still weren’t strong enough to support the rest of his weight. To his surprise, though, he felt his legs fall off of the sides of the slab as the bottom half of whatever he was laying upon jutted upwards a bit, providing a seat for the recovering one. No sooner than his backside met the new curvature of whatever he was laying upon, Kiba felt a bit unnerved. It may have stemmed from the way the apparatus supported him so suddenly and without a hint of noise, or it could have been from the sudden rumble he felt along the entirety of whatever was supporting him. Feeling around the surface of the object as his arms were still holding onto it out of initial desperation, Kiba noticed that its surface, despite the odd green hue more suited towards old hospital décor, was as smooth and as soft as furless skin. He could have sworn that as he swept across its surface he felt it shift ever so slightly, only to spring back in place. As much as he investigated, though, Kiba’s fumbling around ended nearly as soon as it started. Prodding along the object caused a quick reaction in the seat itself. What the ringtail didn’t realize was that as the slab, while still fully attached to the floor, shifted ever so slightly earlier as he wrapped his arms beneath it, forming a bit of a empty crook. However, that free space disappeared as the underside of the lounge sloshed its emerald ichor down to the floor in one quick rush. By the time Kiba felt the fluid hit his slate-tinged fur his arms were already engulfed up to his elbows, held fast as the deluge went from liquid to solid states in less than a blink of an eye. Kiba’s feet kicked back along the floor in order to spring free, but it was of no use. The balls of his feet barely touched the ground as he felt them slip out from under him. Whatever he came in contact with didn’t feel like a solid floor at all, more akin to some living being. It undulated beneath him, and before he could register that fact and try again he felt the warm embrace of a rush of fluid once more, this time around his ankles. A few tugs with his legs confirmed his fears, He was now just as affixed to the grotesque furniture with his feet as he was with his arms, and no amount of straining was getting him any closer to freedom. “Hey!! This isn’t funny! Wherever I am, you better let me out right now!” His screams echoed along the small room. Try as he might, his threats were falling upon deaf ears. With the possibility of free movement quickly slipping away from him, Kiba pulled and tugged as much as his awakening muscles would allow. Even on his best attempt he was only able to pull his midsection slightly away from the equipment that held him in place, his gray-furred rump sticking out lewdly until he had to give up and return to laying along the offending object. As he pulled his hips closer to relax, however, the mound holding him in place started to shift around. Rather than holding the bandit-masked one’s arms right around his shoulder-level, the front end of the mound started to shift downwards. It moved so quickly that all Kiba could do was yelp out in shock, his body being pulled along for the ride until his wrists and ankles were fixed to the jade mound just a foot off of the floor. Kiba’s semi-inanimate captor wrapped up as it pulled the raccoon’s arms forward by nearly two feet, pulling down the rest of his body with a sudden jerk. Held-in-place and with his body nearly prone save for his ass which stuck out quite high in the air, Kiba resumed squirming as much as he could. Sadly, he made no headway, but all of that motion obscured the fact that whatever he happened to be laying across was doing more than just holding him tight. With each tug and pull he could barely feel the gelatinous tube slowly slip out of the midsection of the chair until it was too late, as it shot forward and affixed itself right along his twig and berries. The sudden, cool rush of jelly shot all along the fur and skin around Kiba’s groin. The instant it made contact, enveloping his genitals, the amorphous tentacle started to suck away with so much pressure that he likened it to an industrial milker for cows. Pulling against the structure with all of his might, the raccoon hoisted his buttocks even higher up just so he could look down and steal a glance at whatever was assaulting him to the point of forcing him to a full erection. Glowing with a soft sapphire tint, the opaque mass attached to Kiba’s privates seemed to pulse in time with Kiba’s throbbing shaft within. Obscenities filled the air as he just wanted to be freed from the thing. However, every thrash he made around only seemed to make the tentacle writhe and plump up more. The tube puffed up nearly twice its size in width, closer to a thick end of a baseball bat, as it started to look more like an azure sheath that belonged on Kiba more than some foreign object trying to pump him dry. When it came to the throbs, the tentacle was more than proficient at its task. Each draw along Kiba’s engorged dick started with a strong grip along the base of his shaft and along the underside of his balls. The pressure that began in those spots would remain there as even more sensation would slowly work its way up his shaft. The tightness was akin to having a cock ring that was just a shade too small, being forced up his length and balls until it lingered around the tip of his crown. The milking feeling would soon start all over again, only with increased speed. Try as he might, freeing himself was proving impossible. His tail squirmed around him as he could feel his libido start to get the better of his common sense. Being trapped in some random place and being assaulted was not high up on his list of things to do, but the pressure was mounting far too fast. He could feel his arousal building up deep within him, each and every sucking sensation by the attachment driving his baser instincts wild. He couldn’t see how aroused he was, but he just knew that he was as hard as he had ever been in his life. “Please, stop it, whatever the hell this is! I…I don’t want to…” His forceful tone from earlier had left his voice. His pleads were punctuated with pauses and stutters as his gasps of exhilaration robbed him of his complaints. It wasn’t long after until he could feel him releasing his seed deep into the tentacle, his hips slamming against the soft tube and the green-colored mound keeping him imprisoned until his body had no more cream left to give. Kiba’s vision blurred as his body was racked with exhaustion. He had no sense of time, but his orgasm lasted for nearly three minutes straight, well above and beyond anything he had ever performed before. If not for that tentacle capturing all of his nectar out of his sight, he would have been shocked to realize that he left loose a gallon and a half of his own spunk, above and beyond what his balls would have been capable of otherwise. Consciousness returned to the raccoon almost as quickly as it had slipped away. Kiba wasn’t sure how long he had passed out, but his vision was returning at a slow pace. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he was still lying across the leaf-colored mass below, presenting his can just as readily as before, but that he was not alone in the room any longer. The figure was hard to make out, being nearly the same shade of green as the rest of the room. It had a shape that seemed like a humanoid shape, but it was without any sort of definition. The three objects attached to what looked like a fairly rotund torso were as long as arms, but they looked akin to puffy tubes. Its four leg-like structures were the same, barely bending in order to propel it around at a slow pace. It was as if it were made out of nothing more than a series of tubes, puffing up and shuddering as it flexed as if it was nothing more than several plump sheathes stuck together in a lewd fashion. A soft lilt of melodic chimes filled the air as the sphere that bobbed above the creature’s torso seemed to roll a bit towards Kiba’s direction. The musical interlude continued for a bit, punctuated by what sounded like metal being ground to tiny bits every so often. “What in the hell are you?” Kiba started to resume his struggles once more, not wanting to get to know this creature any better. The initial milking-as-introduction was horrible enough. “Stop with the music, let go of my crotch, and let me out of here you son of a bit-“ The sudden slippage of another blue tentacle, just as bloated as the one still affixed to his crotch, spilled right into Kiba’s maw. Despite his shock and his attempts to bite the hell out of the new intruder into his body, his teeth were nigh-useless. His incisors just landed softly into its gummy form, fixed right in place and without doing any damage. Kiba tried to grind his teeth all the more once he felt another tentacle quickly penetrate the sanctity of his tailhole, but his dental assault proved just as useless the second time around. Thrashing about was doing any good to the poor young man. As much as Kiba struggled, the tentacle that milked his crotch earlier just started with the same sensations all over again, gripping him at his very base and starting anew. This time around, though, the raccoon slowly felt a cool sensation ice the back of his throat in small spurts. As his uvula and esophagus stared to feel as frigid as if assaulted by snow fresh from Antarctica, he could swear the tentacle in his ass was getting thinner. The thin tendril assaulting his star quickly squirmed well past his prostate, writhing all along it as if on purpose. It coiled deeper still, further than any length Kiba dared wanted to fathom; whatever it was it had a mind of its own, and any curvature, nook, and cranny within was not enough to slow down its assault. After what he could have only thought was several feel slide deep within him, contorting to his backdoor and what lay beyond with perfection, Kiba just had to cry out in shock. That thin feeler within him was not-so-gaunt any longer. With each breath he took he could feel the assaulting tube within him gain additional girth, spilling into every fold and wrinkle deep within him. His inner tubing stretched beyond belief, his belly started to inflate as well from the assault. It started to widen and grow to tremendous proportions, as if his stomach was the perfect place to store a dozen intact medicine balls. Still, despite all of that strain that should have driven him mad with pain, all he could feel was arousal. It could have been that the tentacle stretching out his ass to new sizes started to deflate, only to begin the process anew and reaching even greater sizes. On the other hand, it could have easily been the fluid the appendage within Kiba’s mouth kept feeding him. After all, the icy fluid being pumped down Kiba’s maw was allowing him to reach new bodily proportions with ease, as well as upping his own production of raccoon seed. Little did he realize that as he was being pumped and prodded from above and below, that his massively expanding stomach was obscuring some additional growth between his legs. His balls, still fully engulfed in the cobalt-colored tentacle that attached to his groin hours prior, had bloated to even new sizes. No longer was his sack simply the size of a softball, but rather as large as a beach ball for each nut, and only growing all the larger as they sloshed with additional cream. Kiba’s shaft, in the interim, was growing quite immensely as well. Rather than forcing him upward and out of the thick blob that held the rest of his body fast in place, though, his shaft was taking on far more equine properties. As his cock started to rival his own height, sporting a width that could have made it been mistaken with a telephone pole, the tentacle just let every single inch of emerging raccoon erection slide deeper into the tentacle and deep into the floor of the room itself. Kiba’s mouth started to drip out the excess body-enhancing fluid right as the tentacle embedded deep within his rump started to develop a knot just beyond his pucker. He cried out as he knew that it was widening him something fierce, fully intending to hold in place for some time to come if it was allowed to. As much as he tried to buck forward to get it to slip out, it was to no avail. Every pull just made it grow all the more, even on the few attempts where he almost got it out in its entirety. The knotting was, indeed, inevitable, and the tube celebrated the event by sending thick spurts of fluid deep into Kiba’s recesses. It was all too much to bear. As much as his mind was racing with wanting to be free and far away from this place, his baser urges still were met above and beyond anything he ever could have imagined. He started to cum with ferocity, flooding the original tentacle with so much ambrosia he could have sworn he could have filled a small pool. Every individual spurt lasted nearly a minute long, cascading and thundering through his nearly seven feet worth of horse cock into areas unknown and unseen. Every twitch felt like heaven, carrying his seed away rapidly. Still, despite his ejaculatory outbursts, it did his balls little good. Just as soon as several gallons of raccoon seed shot out of him like a cannon, it was almost all replaced within his sack. Still, despite all of the bliss from each shot, Kiba wanted nothing more than to be let free. His cries may have been muffled, as well as peppered with moans and huffs that signified anything other than resistance, but he still rocked his body along. Maybe, just maybe with his new change in his center of gravity with his expanded body and all, he could get enough leverage to break free. However, in another room entirely, several of the featureless, tubular creatures were monitoring Kiba’s output. It was easily filling several tanks that they had waiting, sloshing around with the torrents of jizz that just kept surging in. They hadn’t had much luck in several of the “volunteers” they had picked up as of late, but with this sort of production they could power the entirety of their living ship for at least a month. “” The creature chimed aloud, rubbing one of its arms along the container, still quite hot from all of the sloshing cum within. “” “” “”