The tentacle would twist and turn, threatening to rip her shirt apart as it started to wrap around that mound of flesh that was one of her budding breasts, the tip tracing around the nipple, coating it with that slimy substance.  The two tentacles would rub into her thighs as she was lifted now right up off the ground, more tentacles slipping up from the drain, one wrapping about each of her wrists.<br/><br/>Held up in the air, the two tentacles would probe up now along her thighs, then along her ass, one running up along her spine, underneath the shirt now, stretching it out even more and coating her body with more of that slime.  The other started to slip in the back of her panties, tugging them down a little bit.