He knew what they were doing. Each tentacle was capable of climax, and at climax the tip of each larger tentacle laid many small eggs, while the miniature tentacles released sticky sperm to fertilize those eggs. The one in his throat was almost done, he could feel. It was beginning to pulse already.Later, he would be taken to a hospital and hooked up to a special machine that would flush his orifices with a substance that caused most eggs to drop away from his mucus membranes, but it was never enough. Weeks later, he knew he'd be coughing up or sneezing out or otherwise expelling the results, tiny clusters of tentacles hardly bigger than a fingertip, and they'd disappear into whatever surface they fell on, destined to sprout full-grown at some later time
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