Your vaguely aware of another sling bullet impacting the ooze, but the living slime drives on with the hell-bent focus of primal nature. In unison, the three tendrils begin to undulate, sliding deeper, moving back and forth inside of you with perfect synchronicity.<br/><br/>Every "thrust" of the tentacles drives them deeper inside of you, filling you completely from all sides and secreting a tasteless gel that both numbs / loosens your muscles and lubricates you so that the tendrils can slide in easier. Soon, you feel a good six inches of the ooze pressing forward, and you feel the shapes undulating as the "creature's" eggs move into position...