The idea would work out well for her, in a manner of speaking. her tender and loving manipulations of the tentacle were welcomed, as was her sudden desire to impale herself upon it. It began to move and melt, dropping her feet into its spongey skin, but then her magic would do its work, bringing it to orgasm. The tentacles wailed and the mass expanded as it had before. This time, it had far less room to work with, so as it pressed up it reached the ceiling, pinning Treats between itself and the top of the chamber, pressing, squeezing, crushing. Luckily, her stone skin holds longer then the trap door. Her and the mass push out into the next room. The mass expands to the ceiling of this room as well, but in the process pushes all the levers up, causing a small opening to appear in the middle of the ceiling.