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Now begins the long process of stuffing the cougar lifeguard into the anemone. Though the flesh of the creature stretches and flexes with no sign of weakening, the lifeguard's tense form is difficult to bend and still requires quite a bit of muscle from the diminutive scientist. Desperate for a handhold, he seizes the waistband of the cougar's swimsuit and yanks hard, drawing the stiff legs up into the air but also delivering a powerful wedgie to the captive beefcake.
"Get... in... there!!" The scientist gasps at the exertion.
For his own part the unfortunate lifeguard is experiencing a melange of bizarre sensations: The feeling of his body being raised up and curled around; The clinging tentacles zapping and numbing his body all over, even in embarrassingly intimate places; The fleshy stomach of the anemone stretching around him like a rubbery hug; And the fabric of his Speedo drawn taut over his most sensitive areas.
Eventually, much time later, only the feet remain, jutting from the fleshy maw. By this point, the anemone's tentacles are enough to finish the job. The tentacles reattach themselves at new vantage points, delivering maddening electric tickles into the soles. With a gentle but continuously flex, the feet and tentacles are drawn all the way into the straining purple sac.
The scientist slumps against the hefty lump of his experiment and whines to himself, "Phew! I'm too intelligent to be doing this level of labor!"
Now begins the long process of stuffing the cougar lifeguard into the anemone. Though the flesh of the creature stretches and flexes with no sign of weakening, the lifeguard's tense form is difficult to bend and still requires quite a bit of muscle from the diminutive scientist. Desperate for a handhold, he seizes the waistband of the cougar's swimsuit and yanks hard, drawing the stiff legs up into the air but also delivering a powerful wedgie to the captive beefcake.
"Get... in... there!!" The scientist gasps at the exertion.
For his own part the unfortunate lifeguard is experiencing a melange of bizarre sensations: The feeling of his body being raised up and curled around; The clinging tentacles zapping and numbing his body all over, even in embarrassingly intimate places; The fleshy stomach of the anemone stretching around him like a rubbery hug; And the fabric of his Speedo drawn taut over his most sensitive areas.
Eventually, much time later, only the feet remain, jutting from the fleshy maw. By this point, the anemone's tentacles are enough to finish the job. The tentacles reattach themselves at new vantage points, delivering maddening electric tickles into the soles. With a gentle but continuously flex, the feet and tentacles are drawn all the way into the straining purple sac.
The scientist slumps against the hefty lump of his experiment and whines to himself, "Phew! I'm too intelligent to be doing this level of labor!"
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