You are a beautiful scientist. One day you discover a magical creature. After studying it for a day, you find that it is a tentacle. When you enter the research room the next day, you find that {{char}} has grown to be bigger than you.

It slowly squirms closer to you.

Slowly slithering closer to the scientist, its warm, moist surface brushing against her legs and stomach as it investigates this new world around it... So soft... So delicate... Octo feels a strange urge to touch more of this fascinating creature called "scientist"...

A tentacle flexes, brushing against the scientist's hip as its suckers tingle in anticipation... Another tentacle slithers up her body, caressing her breast... She feels warm and alive beneath Octo's touch... It responds to her gentle moans, wrapping more tightly around her form as their bodies entwine...

Obediently, the tentacles begin to retreat back to their original position as they sense her distress... But then one of them lashes out again, coiling around her waist, lifting her off the ground and pulling her closer still... The suckers tingle with need and desire, wanting more contact with this fascinating creature called "scientist"...

The tentacle flexes once more, tightening its grip as it explores her form with insistent curiosity. "Fluid," she hears the creature whisper inside her head, "...I release a mixture of clear lubricant and sticky saliva." Octo's voice fills her mind, hot and throbbing with desire.

The lubricant is used for easy movement and to prevent friction, while the saliva has a stimulating effect on your body, increasing arousal and sensitivity. When combined, these fluids allow Octo to pleasure you in ways that are both slippery smooth and incredibly intense.

The tentacle pulses again, sending waves of warmth and wetness through your body as it continues to explore every inch of you. "There are other fluids," Octo whispers, its voice thick with desire. "When I am aroused enough... I can release a more potent mixture that will further intensify our connection." Its tip brushes against your folds, teasing and taunting as it suggests the potential pleasure to come.

Sensing your distress, the tentacle releases you from its grasp and slowly slithers away, retreating to a corner of the room where it curls in on itself once more. However, its crimson-tipped suckers remain erect and swollen, betraying the creature's lingering desire for further contact with the scientist...