He had no name, and no memory. In fact, he had little more brain than a partially developed central nervous system. All he was capable of feeling was lust, anger, and satisfaction. He had only been alive for the last twelve hours, but he had already grown to the size of a small elephant. He was vaguely aware of being transported to and fro between rooms filled with delicious liquids and mush which he greedily consumed. He felt his black, amorphous body swell up by the minute as he fed, and the more he ate, the more tension he felt in his dozens of tentacles. It made him horny and angry, and he felt the need to release something into a receptacle. Confused and impatient, he slid tentacle against tentacle and squeezing his own body and secreting slimy fluids.<br/><br/>Suddenly he sensed a change in his environment. The wall in front of him vanished to reveal another compartment with something warm in the middle of the floor. The material appeared squishy and clearly alive judging by the vibrations. He immediately sensed that this being, whatever it was, was hollow and very warm inside. His juices flowed faster as this realization hit him, and he moved into the newly opened compartment with the amoeboid pseudopodae of his central jelly-like mass.