The human's mind and body were both exhausted, however she continued to thrust her hips and weakly hold onto the tendrils in her hands. Her gut had eclipsed Ashtaroth's several orgasms ago. Valerie's middle was stretched to the point that her skin had become red and shiny from the strain, the giant mound extended in all directions by retaining a perkiness that belied its fluidic nature. It looked to reach over a foot to either side of her waist and stood up over three feet. And yet her awe-inspiring gut remained free of stretch marks despite its grandeur.

What few tentacles remained gathered around her. Four held her aloft, grinding against her for their own enjoyment, while a pair supported Valerie's immense abdomen and three more penetrated deep into her body. The semen that had doused her had been worked into her skin, only small splotches of white remaining. Her complexion had taken on a faint pink tint, as though her entire body was flushed and perpetually glistened despite the dimmer light in the cavern.