The latex-toilet girl turned into a tentacle breeding ground.

Following the clues

"Crawl, Pet-01." His voice was low and clear, devoid of any emotional inflection, yet carrying an undeniable command. "On all fours, like a dog. Move forward." The word "dog" struck Ai like a searing hot needle, making her scalp prickle. A flame, a mixture of anger, shame, and defiance, surged from the depths of her heart. Crawl? Like a dog? "I... I'm not a dog!" she roared silently in her mind, her

"What will they think of me... what will they see me as..." The extreme shame made her wish she could dig a hole and disappear, or simply die on the spot. Instinctively, she wanted to curl up, covering her chest and lower body with her arms, shrinking herself into a tiny ball to avoid those disgusting gazes. But her wish was once again denied. The chain around her neck tightened again, this time with an upward pull. Alice cried out, her body forcibly lifted by this force, changing from a crawling position to a kneeling one. But this kneeling was not for rest; it was for... display. The chain's force compelled her to straighten her back, to lift her head, to thrust out her chest. The heavy, D-cup breasts encased in latex protruded even further forward in this posture, their full curves taut, the two swollen, reddened nipples trembling in the air, exposed without any covering to the dozens of greedy eyes watching. The gazes felt tangible. Alice felt as if her nipples were being pricked by countless needles, or burned by fire. Under the focus of those naked, possessive, and lewd stares, they actually... became harder, more swollen, and their color deepened to a more vibrant crimson, beyond her control. She could even feel the skin around her areolas trembling. "No... don't look... please... don't look..." she pleaded desperately in her mind, tears streaming uncontrollably down her flushed cheeks. But her pleas were silent and useless. The low-level demons clearly didn't understand, or simply didn't care. They only let out more excited grunts and snickers, pointing and whispering amongst themselves, their filthy eyes lingering on every inch of her exposed skin, especially focusing on her chest and lower body. Abyss stood beside her, a calm, all-controlling smile on his face, one she was becoming increasingly familiar with. He scanned the surrounding demons, his voice ringing clearly in the stone chamber: "From today onwards, public training commences." He gently traced the silver chain connected to Alice's collar, as if displaying a prized collection. "Let everyone have a good look at my new pet." As soon as he finished speaking, several tentacles immediately sprang into action. They mercilessly wrapped around Alice's already tattered bunny girl outfit. First, they roughly tore off the snagged and soaked fishnet stockings, the rough mesh last scraping against the sensitive latex of her inner thighs, sending a shiver down her spine. Then, the ridiculously short silver mini-skirt was ripped off and tossed aside. Finally, the lopsided bunny ear headband on her head was also removed. In mere seconds, Alice was left with only the damp, skin-tight black latex "underlayer" and the fox tail connected to a butt plug behind her. She knelt on the ground, almost completely naked, the cold air instantly enveloping her exposed skin, raising goosebumps. The shame reached its peak, and she instinctively raised her arms, wanting to cross them over her chest to cover her prominent breasts, while simultaneously clamping her thighs together to hide her gaping private parts. "Waaah... no..." she struggled in vain. But the tentacles were faster. Two tentacles, like iron clamps, easily grabbed her wrists and forcefully pulled them back, crossing them behind her back and securing them. This position forced her chest forward, making her breasts protrude even more, trembling and exposed. At the same time, with her arms bound behind her, her shoulder blades tightened backward, and her waist naturally arched forward, further accentuating the curve of her buttocks and leaving her hidden area even more exposed. She was like a specimen pinned to a display board, or a porn model posed for a photoshoot, capable of nothing but trembling and crying. And the "dressing up" was not over. New tentacles appeared, carrying another set of clothes. This time, it was a classic black and white design, but... clearly "demonically modified." It was a black and white mini-skirt, so short that Alice, with just a glance, despaired. She realized that if she wore this skirt, it would barely cover the roots of her thighs when standing. If she bent over or knelt like this, her entire backside would be completely exposed, revealing her buttocks and tail. Moreover, she clearly saw that inside the skirt... there was no underwear design. The top part was even more outrageous. It couldn't even be called a top, more like a wide, decorative band. The chest area was completely cut out, with no fabric covering it. The so-called "clothing" consisted only of a waistband at the waist, with an exaggerated, fluffy black bow tied in the front, and connected to the mini-skirt in the back. This meant that when wearing this, her entire breasts would be completely exposed, with no covering. Additionally, there was a white maid headdress with delicate lace trim, and a black bow choker fastened to her existing collar. The tentacles, without pause, began to forcibly put this outfit on her. There was no gentleness in the process. The cold, rough fabric rubbed against her sensitive latex skin. The waistband tightened around her waist, further cinching the already slender waist that was bound by latex, and accentuating the fullness of her chest and hips. The mini-skirt was forcibly put on, its hem indeed reaching only the roots of her thighs, and the back even shorter. The maid headdress was placed on her messy silver hair, and the black bow choker was fastened to her existing collar, adding a strange, submissive touch of "cuteness." When everything was put on, the tentacles released their grip on her wrists (but remained subtly behind her, preventing her from moving erratically). Alice trembled, seeing herself fully for the first time.

Then, she saw it. It was a newly appeared, custom-made device she had never seen before. A platform carved from obsidian as black as ink, shimmering with a dark luster, about half a person's height, rectangular, its surface polished to an extraordinary smoothness, almost reflecting her current disheveled shadow. The edges and surface of the platform were covered with metal securing rings of various sizes, neatly arranged, each ring gleaming with a cold, hard silver light, and seemingly bearing intricate patterns. Even more unsettling were the interfaces or slots embedded at the four corners and along the midline of the platform, with a faint purplish light flowing within them, as if waiting for something to be connected. This obsidian platform was not like a bed, nor a chair. It was more like... a rack, or a workbench, specifically designed for displaying, securing, and operating on a certain object. And that "object" to be operated on and secured, clearly, was her. "No... don't... I don't want to get on..." Alice recoiled in terror, but she had no strength left, only able to push against the ground in vain with her feet, her body barely able to move an inch. Abyss gave her no chance to resist. Several slippery, cold tentacles instantly rose from around the platform, precisely and swiftly entwining her limbs. Her wrists were seized by the tentacles and forcibly pulled to the sides of the platform, her ankles were also entangled and pulled to the rear end of the platform. Then, the tentacles tightened, lifting her entire body, face up, and slamming her down onto the cold, smooth obsidian platform! "Ah!" The contact of her back with the cold, hard stone surface elicited a short gasp. But this was just the beginning. The tentacles manipulated her legs, folding them upwards in an extremely humiliating and anatomically uncomfortable manner, her knees forcefully pressed towards the sides of her own chest, almost touching her swollen breasts

"It seems the little mouth in front is already impatient," his voice was calm and unwavering, yet carried a chilling, all-knowing cruelty. "However, before that, Pet-01, we have two other places that need 'development' and 'adaptation' more urgently." Ai Li's heart plummeted, an ominous premonition instantly engulfing her. Abyss didn't look at the terrified expression on her face. Instead, he turned and picked up two strings of objects from a metal rack that had appeared from nowhere, shimmering with a dark purple light. They were two strings of... beads? No, not ordinary beads. The first string was made of five black beads, each the size of a thumb, with a bio-organic texture on their surface. Each bead was covered in tiny, dense protrusions, like the eggs of some malevolent creature, or meticulously designed instruments of torture. They were strung together by a similarly black, flexible cord, which seemed to connect to a small device at the end. The second string was even finer. It was made of three silver-black beads, each no larger than a pinky fingernail. The beads were smooth but gleamed with an ominous metallic luster, also connected by a thin cord and a device at the end. Ai Li's gaze was fixed on the first string of black, bumpy beads, a chill shooting from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She recognized the size, the shape... was that meant to be... inserted into... her rear? A butt plug? "No... don't... the back... no..." she trembled, pleading in a hoarse voice, her body instinctively trying to curl up, but held fast by the restraints, unable to move. Abyss ignored her pleas. He reached out and grasped the base of the snow-white fox tail that had been deeply embedded in her rear. "Mmm..." The sensation of her tail being held made her body stiffen. Then, without hesitation, Abyss slowly but firmly... pulled out the entire tail, along with the vibrating device deeply buried within her rear. "Ugh—!!!" The sudden emptiness was a hundred times more intense than she had imagined! The familiar, full, and continuously tingling sensation of her rear being filled instantly vanished, replaced by an extremely strange, hollow emptiness and coolness! The wet, warm entrance that had just tightly enclosed the vibrating device was now exposed to the air, instinctively contracting slightly, opening and closing, as if craving to be filled again. "Waa... so empty... my rear... feels so strange..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. This feeling of emptiness, after being developed and then suddenly withdrawn, was even more unbearable than simple emptiness. Abyss picked up the string of black, bumpy beaded butt plugs and gently clipped the device at the end into a corresponding port on the expansion table. Then, he picked up a bottle of transparent, viscous lubricant and poured a large amount of icy liquid onto the black beads, as well as around her slightly contracting rear entrance, which was now empty. The cold touch of the lubricant made her shiver, but what terrified her more was the largest, roughest black bead at the tip of the string, slowly, with irresistible force, pressing against her slightly opening, moist rear entrance. "No... don't... the back... no... it's too dirty... how can you... insert something like this... ugh..." she screamed internally, filled with shame and rage, almost fainting. Her rear, the place she considered most private, dirtiest, and most taboo, was now to be forcibly filled with this... this vulgar toy? Her resistance was futile. The largest, roughest black bead at the tip began to exert pressure, forcibly prying open the tight, tender sphincter of her rear entrance. "Ah—!!! It hurts... it hurts so much... pull it out... please... the back... really no..." A tearing pain erupted from the entrance that had never been treated so roughly! Ai Li let out a shrill, distorted scream, her body arching upwards violently, only to crash back down due to the restraints! She could clearly feel the muscles of her rear being forcibly stretched, and the bumpy bead was inch by inch, extremely slowly, grinding against her delicate internal intestinal walls, pushing into the tight, warm passage that had never been opened! The pain, mixed with extreme shame and the feeling of violation, brought her to the brink of collapse. The first bead, under immense resistance, finally squeezed in completely, lodging itself within the sphincter. The sensation of being forcibly filled and stretched by a foreign object made her gasp in pain, a burning sensation radiating from within her rear. But this was just the beginning. The second bead followed, forcibly stretching the entrance that had just been violated, pushing its way in and driving the first bead deeper. "Ugh... haa... it hurts... stop... please... stop..." The third, the fourth, the fifth...

On the ground, those slick tentacles writhed again. But this time, they no longer secreted the slimy fluid used for violation, but a new, semi-transparent, glossy black latex-like substance. This new latex substance, as if alive, slowly crawled towards Alice. It started with her toes. The cold, semi-transparent black latex, like a living liquid, enveloped her small toes bit by bit, then flowed along her instep, ankles, and calves, spreading upwards. It clung tightly to every curve of her skin, leaving no gap, creating a more dense and inescapable embrace than the previous double layer of latex. Alice could feel her legs being gradually consumed and bound by this new latex. As the latex reached her groin, a change occurred. Her legs, controlled by an invisible force, began to fold in a humiliating manner—her calves were forcibly bent backward, pressed tightly against the back of her thighs, and then firmly secured and bonded together by the newly formed, thicker latex straps. This position rendered her completely incapable of standing or walking on her feet, making her knees her body's new, sole point of support. The latex at her knees was deliberately thickened and seemed to incorporate some soft memory foam material, allowing her to move in this posture for extended periods without injury. However, the faint, aching sensation of being forced into a fixed angle was a constant reminder of her humiliating predicament—a pet that could only crawl on its knees. "Mmm... my legs... my legs won't move..." Alice struggled to straighten them, only to find it impossible. The latex had solidified, locking her legs firmly in their folded position. Next were her arms. The same process occurred: her upper arms and forearms were folded and bound together, fixed in a bent elbow position. Her hands were encased in specially designed latex gloves, which forcibly clenched her fingers into fists, rendering them unable to open. The back of the gloves were connected to small metal rings. Meanwhile, another "decoration" was being applied to her body simultaneously. The newly formed latex substance, on her torso, did not form a simple wrap but was intricately and complexly woven and constricted into the ornate patterns of a "Kagomari" (torture binding) rope knot. These patterns were not actual ropes but three-dimensional binding designs formed by the raised and recessed areas of the latex itself, deeply embedded into her skin beneath the latex. They tightly cinched beneath her ample breasts, lifting and pushing them together, creating an even more exaggerated and deep cleavage; they constricted her slender waist, which could barely be grasped; they bound her full buttocks; and finally, most crucially, several raised latex rope knots extended to her crotch. A thicker "thigh rope" deeply dug into her buttock cleft, and the knot in the center, precisely and unerringly, settled right on her already swollen clitoris! Her already fiery and sexy figure, outlined by this Kagomari latex set, became even more breathtaking, filled with the forbidden beauty of BDSM and intense sexual suggestion. Her 36F breasts were so tightly bound they seemed on the verge of bursting out, the contrast between her narrow waist and perky buttocks reaching its extreme. She looked like a meticulously crafted, decadent bondage art piece, ready to be used at any moment. The metal rings on her gloves were now connected to the Kagomari knots on her body. This meant that every time she tried to support herself on her elbows to move, or even just struggled slightly, the metal rings would pull on the binding patterns on her body, thereby rubbing and stimulating the most sensitive parts of her breasts and crotch! This was not the end. The latex continued to spread upwards, encasing her torso and neck. In the areas of her breasts, her private parts, and her rear, the latex became exceptionally thin and semi-transparent, like a sheer film, vaguely revealing the pink nipples beneath, the slightly swollen petals of her honeyed flower, and the dark, slightly parted entrance to her rear. Furthermore, along the lower edges of these semi-transparent areas, hidden zippers were "thoughtfully" designed, clearly intended for the "master" to easily unzip and directly access the contents within. The new latex suit also began to secrete a small amount of slippery, aphrodisiac mucus, coating the inner layer of latex all over her body. This made her already highly sensitive skin even more responsive and aroused, keeping her in a constantly moist and slightly lustful state. Her head was not spared either. A fluffy, pinkish-white dog ear headband was placed on her silver-white long hair. The tips of the ears twitched slightly, adding a touch of cute yet lewd pet-like charm. A wide black latex collar was tightly fastened around her neck, and a metal tag on the collar clearly read: "Master's Permanent Heat Whore Doll." Her mouth was gently pried open, and a gag was inserted, stretching her lips into an 'O' shape. Inside the gag were delicate clamps that gently pinched the tip of her tongue, forcing her tongue to remain slightly extended from her mouth. "Mmm... mmmph..." Saliva immediately began to secrete uncontrollably, dripping down her extended tongue and the corners of her mouth, falling onto her semi-transparent, latex-covered chest, mixing with the self-secreted aphrodisiac mucus, shimmering with a decadent sheen. Finally, the pet's "tail." A thick dog tail butt plug, filled with vibrating beads and coated with lubricant, was slowly and irresistibly reinserted into her already dilated and relaxed rear entrance, buried deep within. The tail was made of fluffy, soft snow-white imitation fox fur, which complemented her silver-white hair. When the base of the tail was touched, the internal vibrating beads began to slowly rotate, bringing a continuous, deep sense of fullness and tingling. The vertical part of the T-shaped strap dug deeply into her buttock cleft, and the front knot pressed firmly against her clitoris. At this point, Alice had completely lost her human form. She was flipped over, landing on all fours—or rather, on her knees and elbows. This position forced her perky buttocks to arch high, her heavy breasts dangling and swaying with her movements. The Kagomari patterns tightened further in this crawling posture, digging deeply into her flesh. The dog tail swayed slightly behind her. "Wuuu..." She tried to move, attempting to crawl a step. However, the unfamiliar sensation of her knees and elbows on the ground made her clumsy and labored. More fatally, as her body's center of gravity shifted, the metal rings connected to her gloves pulled slightly, tightening the Kagomari patterns on her body and intensifying the friction on her nipples and clitoris! "Yaaah..." A sweet, coy moan immediately escaped her mouth, stretched open by the gag, carrying a muffled, watery sound. Her legs weakened, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Saliva flowed even more profusely due to her body's tremors, dripping onto the smooth latex floor in front of her. The tail in her rear also swayed with her body's trembling, and the internal vibrations intensified. "Mmm... just moving... feels so good..." Shame burned within her, "Like this... how can I crawl... I've really... become a little bitch who can only crawl on her knees..."

The last, symbolic barrier between her legs vanished. The tender, tightly closed petals were fully exposed to the cold air and the poised, beaded tentacle. "Mmm... no... not there... there... never..." Makoto tried to clamp her legs shut in terror, to stop what was about to happen, but the tentacle wrapped around her thighs tightened its grip, yanking her long, pale legs wider apart! Her private parts were completely open, defenseless. She opened her mouth to beg, to scream, but— "Mmph!!" A round, smooth, black latex gag flew from somewhere, landing precisely in her open mouth, pressing down on her tongue and silencing all sound! The gag filled her mouth perfectly, leaving her only able to emit muffled "mmph" sounds, unable to form a single coherent word. "Mmph mmph mmph...!" Her eyes widened in panic, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't even beg anymore... The beaded tentacle gave her no chance to breathe. It began to rub back and forth against her exposed, tender petals. The dense beads, each like a tiny massage point, ground against the delicate, sensitive flesh of her vulva, sending shivers through her entire body, a tingling sensation that reached her very bones. "Mmm... mmph mmph..." Makoto had never been touched like this before. She was a pure magical girl, rarely touching herself there. At this moment, the unfamiliar, intense stimulation made her body tremble violently, her mind going blank. And her private parts, that closed entrance that had never been violated, began to uncontrollably secrete a large amount of warm, clear arousal fluid under the continuous stimulation, making the petals and the tentacle wet. The beaded tentacle seemed pleased with her body's reaction. It began to tentatively press its tip against her tight, small opening, and then... slowly, bit by bit, it pushed inward. "Mmmph—!!" Makoto's body stiff

Permanent Perpetual Heat Whore Doll #2. Makoto's brain buzzed, as if struck by a heavy hammer. This title... this title etched onto a metal tag, destined to hang around her neck forever... defined her as... as a thing. Not human, not a magical girl, not even a pet—but a "doll," a "whore," a numbered "collectible." "Waaah..." Tears surged from her eyes, mixing with the continuous drool, dripping onto the latex mat. The final piece. A T-shaped latex strap, extending from the main rope of the bondage harness at her lower back, dug deeply into her ass crack. The strap's material was harder and more elastic than ordinary latex, clinging tightly to every inch of sensitive skin within her cleft. Every slight shift of her body brought friction. And at the end of the strap... was a fluffy, furry black dog's tail. At the base of the tail... was a butt plug. But this was no ordinary butt plug. When Makoto felt the round, slick object press against the entrance of her rear, her body instinctively tensed. "Nn... no... not there... nn..." But she was powerless to resist. With the aid of tentacles, the butt plug was slowly, inch by inch, pushed into her rear. "Ugh..." The sensation of being stretched made her groan, her body trembling slightly. Once fully inserted, her anal sphincter contracted naturally, locking the plug firmly inside. The fluffy dog tail then perked up from between her buttocks, swaying gently with her body's tremors. And then—the butt plug moved. It wasn't an ordinary butt plug, but one formed from living tentacles! Once inserted, it began to writhe, rotate, and expand and contract slowly within her rear, like a living little snake twisting inside her! "Ughhh... the tail... it's moving inside... nn..." Makoto sobbed hysterically, her body shaking violently. And what was worse, she discovered—every time her body trembled, causing the fluffy dog tail outside to sway, the tail's movement transmitted through the strap to the butt plug, making the internal tentacles writhe and thrust even more frantically! A wag of the tail, and pleasure shot straight to her brain! And her body trembled from the pleasure, the trembling then caused the tail to sway, the tail's sway intensified the pleasure... forming an infinite loop, a vortex of pleasure that she couldn't stop! "Ughhh... I can't stop... the tail... keeps wagging... inside... keeps moving... nn..." Abyss surveyed his new creation with satisfaction. Limbs folded, bondage harness creating exaggerated curves, dog ears standing erect amidst golden twin tails, mouth stretched open by a gag with her tongue lolling out and drooling, a collar with a "#2" tag around her neck, a wagging dog tail protruding from her rear... coupled with the constant play of the inner living tentacle pet suit and the outer bondage harness designed to tug at sensitive areas with every movement... His new little bitch was complete. Abyss bent down, clipping a silver leash onto Makoto's collar, and gave a gentle tug. "Come, walk with me." Pulled by the leash, Makoto's body instinctively moved forward—she could only crawl on the latex mat with her elbows and knees. With every crawl, the knots of the bondage harness rubbed against her sensitive areas, the inner tentacles writhed, the tail plug rotated, and her 36D breasts swayed in front of her chest. "Ugh... nn..." With each step, she let out a sweet whimper, drool dripping continuously from her open mouth, leaving a trail of wetness in her wake. Abyss led her, walking slowly towards the dog cage next to Ai's. There, an identical black latex dog cage stood, its door open, as if it had been waiting for her. "Go on in, my new little bitch," Abyss's voice was gentle yet unyielding. Makoto was gently pushed into the dog cage. The space was small, forcing her to curl up, her folded limbs just fitting inside. "Click." The cage door closed, the latch making a crisp sound. That sound was like a pronouncement. Makoto curled up in the cramped cage, entirely encased in latex, the inner tentacles writhing slowly, the bondage knots pressing on every sensitive point, drool constantly dripping from her extended tongue, the tail plug rotating ceaselessly in her rear. She turned her head, looking through the cage bars at the dog cage beside her. Ai was also looking at her. Ai's purple eyes were filled with complex emotions—deep guilt towards Makoto, shame at being seen in her most debased state by a companion, heartache for Makoto's similar fate, but beneath all those emotions... a sliver of extremely hidden, faint... relief. She was no longer alone. Makoto saw that sliver of relief in Ai's eyes, and something gently struck her heart. She wanted to say something, to comfort Ai, to tell her "I'll save you"... but her mouth was stretched open by the gag, her tongue held in place by a clamp, she could say nothing, only let out whimpers and the continuous drip of saliva. Abyss stood between the two adjacent dog cages, one hand resting on Makoto's cage, the other on Ai's, looking down at the two magical girls within, both encased in latex, limbs folded, drooling, their bodies trembling incessantly.