Inflatable Octopus Attack - $5 Patreon Exclusive -WIP - 4/25/21 (Patreon)

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       Narla was just walking out back to her pool one day, adjusting her latex swim cap as she tucked her short purple hair in. With a smile, she confidently stretched out her arms, letting out of happy sigh as she felt the warm sunlight on her tan skin and comfy black one-piece bathing suit. Once she was finishing stretching, she reached done her and readjusted the spandex covering  her rear. Narla’s swimsuit had a modest design, made of soft shiny Lycra and covering most of her back, she loved the way it was so snug around her body. Placing her hands on her hips, the young woman took a minute to appreciate how clean her pool was after leaving her house for so long. Narla's work often get away from home for long periods of time, and for the first time in months, she had more than enough time to just kick back and relax. 

        But being the adrenaline junkie she was, Narla more than preferred to spend her downtime with something active. Looking up at the sunny cloudless sky, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before belly flopping into her pool. Though slamming against the water, she barely left a splash as her slender body submerged into the pool, becoming motionless just to feel the cool water flow past her. It felt as if her body had become weightless, gently stroking her arms up and down, allowing her to float just a few feet above the bottom of the pool. With her eyes closed and her breath held, she began a dolphin kick as she quickly swam through the chlorinated water.

        Laying her back against the poolside wall, Narla let her arms rest beside her against the Metal railing and looked back up at the summer sky with a satisfied giggle. It felt like it had been ages since she swam for fun, finally able to just sit back and enjoy the comfort of her luxurious home. “Breaking into warehouses and stealing corporate information is exciting in all, but at the end of the day, nothing beats this.” she said to herself with a smile. “I’m going to enjoy myself before my next job, I earned this.” Allowing herself float near the edge of the pool, she suddenly felt a large shadow move over her, briefly cutting off her warm sunlight. Looking upwards, she noticed something unusual, seeing what looked like a small private jet flying over her house and rather close at that.

        Baffled, Narla looked up at the low-flying plane, the relaxed look on her face is vanishing as the roar of its engines echoed throughout the neighborhood. “Ugh… is that even legal?" she thought to herself, waiting patiently for the plane to pass. Soon the aircraft disappeared from her view past the trees of her next-door neighbor, the sound of its roaring engines fading. With a relaxed sigh, she released her hands from her ears, when she heard something splash into the water. Surprised, Narla pulled herself upright and looked to the center of her pool. At first she thought it might’ve been a pinecone or a duck, but instead, emerging from the splash was a small bulbous object with a transparent but shiny surface. 

        Speechless, Narla just stared at it from a distance, its glossy exterior nearly blinding her as the sunlight reflected off its smooth surface. It almost looks like a tiny balloon or a clear beachball, just gently bobbing on the pool like an inflatable toy. Cautious but curious, she floated towards the object to get a better look. Upon closer inspection, she noticed several strange nubs on the bottom of it spherical bulb. It looked like the ball had several little small inflatable thumbs, making it look like a tiny octopus of some kind. The young woman giggled at the thought, reminding her of cartoon character she liked when she was younger. Looking around, she began to wonder where the strange object had come from, as it seemed like someone had thrown it into her pool. Assuming it may have been from one of her neighbors kids, she chuckled to herself with a mischievous grin. “Finders keepers then.” 

        With that, she began dog paddling her way to the center of the pool where the object floated, looking at it with a smug grin as she would while on one of her heists. Narla may not have worked to get it, but it felt so thrilling knowing that she now had something that used to belong to someone else. Reaching her hand out of the water, she placed her hand on top of the bulbous orb and gave it a playful squeeze. The bulb felt extremely squishy, with the elasticity of jelly but with a slick rubbery texture, it even squeaked at her touch, as if she had just grabbed a balloon. The young woman  smirked with a little blush as the elastic material glided under her fingers. “You really are just a little rubber octopus aren’t you?” she giggled.  But then, a strange thought crossed her mind, realizing that  texture of the octopus felt strangely familiar. “Hmm... Where have I felt this kind of rubber before?” she asked herself.

        The texture of the inflatable reminded her a lot of a rubber factory she had broken into once. From what she knew the factory belonged to a toy company who had been dealing in some shady places. Narla had no idea what the information she stole from them would be used for, or what would become of that company, but since her job was finished it was no longer on her mind. “Are these the kind of toys they make? I thought they only made kink toys.” she pondered, scratching the bottom of her chin with her finger. While Narla remained in her thoughts, she continued rubbing the strange toy, feeling it squish and slide against her finger as it squeaked like a wet balloon. Touching it felt kind of addicting, like a high-quality stress toy.

        Playing with it just felt nice, as if she was petting It. But then, the toy suddenly wiggled against her hand, as if nuzzling her back. “Eep!” Spooked, Narla pulled her hand away as the toy wiggle back to its spherical shape, becoming completely stationary. The young woman could’ve sworn that the toy just moved on its own, as if the bulb had wiggled in her hand. Though her curiosity got the better of her, reaching out again as she cupped the side of her bulb with her right hand. With that, Narla gave the bulb a gentle squeeze, the rubber softly squeaking under her hand, but nothing more than that. But as she once again began rubbing the bulb in her hand she heard a low pitched purr reverberating from the toy. Narla froze for a moment, but kept her hand on the bulb. There was no mistaking it the toy had made a sound while she was touching it. “Is this really a toy?” she questioned herself. 

        For a moment, she wondered if she had been touching some new jellyfish, but dismissed the silly thought since it was obviously made of some kind of synthetic rubber. With that, she squeezed the toy again and another purr could be heard from inside it’s a bulb. Narla, being the curious woman she was, again started rubbing the membrane with her fingers, prompting the bulb to purr even louder. Then, to her surprise she felt the bulb rubbing back against her hand again, like a cat that was nuzzling its owner.  No longer startled, Narla smiled, giggling as the strange object rubbed itself against her palm. She then placed her other hand underneath the bulb  as well, cupping it with a gentle squeeze.  The toy let out a cute cooing sound has her hands  squeeze the bulb vertically, the membrane even turning a shade of pink as if blushing at her touch.  

        Narla blushed as well, letting out a happy sigh as she continued rubbing her fingers along the squeaky rubber. Now, it no longer felt like she was squeezing a toy, but  spoiling a needy pet. With every rub she gave the toy, she could feel it nuzzle her back, as if returning her affection, even rubbing the bottom of her hands with its tiny nubs. Throwing all caution to the wind, she continued squeezing and rubbing the strange orb, giving it her undivided attention while she remained in the pools center with it. But after giving it another playful squish, she temporarily returned to her senses, realizing she had no godly idea what the toy was as she removed her hands from its bulb. “Wait a minute, seriously what is this thing?” she asked her self curiously, leaning forward to take an even closer look. No longer feeling her touch, the ball began to wiggle around in a fussy manner, letting out a cute squeaky whimper.

         The young woman pulled back a couple inches, but still observing it closely as it kept wiggling around. “What’s it doing? Did I make it mad?” she asked herself. With a low pitched squeak, the strange toy tilted it’s bulb down, frantically splashing its tiny nubs against the water in a fit. Then, a soft hissing sound could be heard from within its body. Before Narla could react, the toy suddenly inflated do about twice its size with a muffled fwomp. Surprised, the young woman gasped as she clumsily pulled back further, the strange toy still squeaking in a fit. Then with another loud hiss and a reverberating fwomp, the toy inflated again, stretching to about 3 feet, with its nubs extending into short tentacles. Despite all of her training as a spy, Narla found herself frozen, watching in disbelief as a toy more than tripled in size. At first the toy was big enough for her to fit in her hands, but now looked almost big enough to fit her inside. 

        In her shock, one of the puffy rubber tentacles began wrapping itself around her wrist. Reacting quickly, she pulled herself away, her arm slipping out of the tentacle with a wet squeak as she continued backing up. The toy squeaked again, enlarging itself and doubling in size to about six feet, the water rippling and splashing underneath its expanding tentacles as it grew. Turning around, Narla quickly began swimming away, attempting to reach the end of the pool with a front crawl technique. The toy let out a squeaky huff, extending one of its rubbery tentacles towards the fleeing swimmer. Just when Narla thought she was getting close to the poolside, she felt something large and squishy wrap underneath the front of her waist. The toy immediately pulled the young woman out of the water, as if scooping how to fish with the hook as it coiled the rest of it puffy tentacle around her waist.

        “Woah!” The young woman yelped as she was hoisted into the air. The tentacle tightened around her waist, squeezing a shocked moan from her as it secured its hold on her. Narla looked down at the translucent tentacle,  seeing that the appendage itself had become over a foot thick in width, enveloping her entire midsection. The swimmer placed her hands against the puffy tentacle, pushing against it  in hopes of prying herself from its hold. However, the inflatable had such a tight grip, she didn’t budge an inch, with her hands only sinking into the squishy rubber. Narla was genuinely shocked with it's firm  hold on her , considering how squishy and malleable the material was. With her strength, she thought she’d be able to push herself free little effort, but the tentacle was far too strong for her to slip out of.

        Narla began kicking her legs in a fuss, wiggling and squirming within the puffy tentacle as she was lifted up and held before the now massive octopus toy. Narla didn’t even look up at her captor, focusing her efforts on pushing herself free, even as her captor tried to hold her still. Inflatable octopus didn’t seem happy with her relentless fussing, letting out another low pitched huff and putting more air into its tentacle with an additional squeeze. “Oooh...” The young woman moaned as the tentacle inflated further, thickening its width and putting  even more pressure around her belly. The inflatable had gotten so tight, it felt like someone had jammed and overinflated inner tube over her. Overwhelmed with the tight squeeze, she temporarily ceased her struggles, resting her arms on the inflatable tentacle with her legs dangling beneath her. 

        The toy let out a happy squeak, satisfied with her settling down while losing its hug around her. Slowly, the octopus lifted another one of its tentacles out from the water, it’s shiny rubber dripping wet from the chlorinated pool while reaching out towards the young woman. Narla turned her attention  from the puffy appendage wrapped around her, and froze as she saw the translucent tentacle eagerly inching towards her face. Fearing the worst, she turned her head away, feeling the soft tentacle press against her right cheek with her eyes closed shut while nervously gripped the rubber around her waist. But to her surprise, the tentacle merely began rubbing against her, gently brushing itself itself up and down her cheek  in almost affectionate motion. 

        It  felt as if the toy was nuzzling her, or perhaps petting her the same way she would to a puppy or kitten. “Mmmmgh...” she let out out a nervous little whimper, unsure of how to feel about her situation as the toy still seemed to show some fondness towards her. This made Narla blush, the strange rubbery material felt so pleasant against her skin, if not just a little bit ticklish. The gentle tentacle was so soft and squishy, it almost felt like jelly was gliding over her face. With the smooth almost frictionless membrane gliding back-and-forth across her cheek, Narla let out a tiny giggle before biting her lip to keep quiet. The toy however, seemed to take notice of her reaction, prompting it to  squeak mischievously as it began playfully poking at her cheek with a squishy tentacle. 

        “Mmmm...”  she winced in surprise as the smooth rounded end of the puffy appendage smooshed against her face like an over sized pillow. Even though she tried to turn her head away, the octopus continued to boop her, as if to tease her.  However, the toy was testing Narla’s patience. “Mmph... Stop.” she said to the toy, it's tentacle nearly smothering her face with its flexible rubber surface. In response, the octopus let out mischievous squeak, pulling its tentacles away from her face and revealing her bashful blushing cheeks. Reacting to her adorable expression, the octopus gave her face another poke, only to continue stroking her cheek up and down as it had before, as if ignoring her previous request. 

         Embarrassed, Narla struggled not to giggle at its touch, but her reactions only amused the playful toy octopus, seeing as a tiny smile appeared on her face. Part of her wanted to swat the tentacle away, but she didn’t want to risk angering the toy anymore than she had before, should it undergo any more unusual or enlarging changes. Instead, she did her absolute best not to react to the playful tickling. But then, the octopus toy slid its tentacle underneath her chin, surprising the young woman as it cupped the underside of her neck. Against better judgment, she let out a tiny giggle, feeling the tentacle give her chin a gentle rub before sliding up to the left side of her face. Unsure of what the octopus was up to, she kept giggling at its gentle touch it while it wrapped behind her head. 

         The tentacle was so large it felt like she just had a small inner tube placed over her neck.  Then suddenly, the tentacle  tightened around her head and gave her face a gentle squeeze. “Humph!” Narla squinted as her face was suddenly smooshed. Seeing her lips goofily puckered with her cheeks adorably squished, the toy let out a playful squeak as it massaged her face with its tentacle. The woman however wasn’t as amused, groaning under the tentacle as the toy played with her like a pet. Narla tried shaking her head, hoping to thing to tell the octopus to stop squishing her. Unfortunately she could barely move her head, but even though the tentacles hold on her was gentle it was far too strong for her to resist. Fortunately, after a couple more seconds of playful squeezing, the octopus unraveled its tentacle from her head.

         With that, the octopus gave gently booped her nose with the same tentacle, easing her frustration as she smiled with a soft giggle. Even with its intimidating size, the woman didn’t feel all that threatened by the giant inflatable. Not just because it was basically a gelatinous balloon, but there was something that just made her feel strangely comfortable with it, despite that it was practically holding her hostage. Not once did Narla call for help or scream in fear, it was like deep down she knew she wasn’t in any real danger. Plus even with its massive size and strength, it  had harmed her at all. It was like the toy knew exactly how to handle her without being too rough, acting more like a mischievous pet than a giant octopus. 

         Then it began moving its tentacle to her right side, gliding against her back as it began wrapping over the uncovered portion of her upper body. Though she managed to suppress her giggles as the toy’s slippery tentacle tickled her with its touch, she was unable to hide her smile, feeling the pleasant material rub over her skin and swimsuit. But, once the tentacle slipped under her armpit, it began sliding over her breasts with a much more gentle motion. Narla let out a nervous “Eeep!” as the puffy appendage wrapped over her bosom, moving ever so slowly as if to tease her. Though she didn’t resist, Narla had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning, even lifting her arms up to her sides as the tentacle slowly squeezed her breasts. Even through swimsuit, she could still feel the frictionless rubber gliding over the thin fabric of her bust-line, tickling her skin with it’s  sensitive touch.  

         With her face still flushed pink, she looked down to see her boobs were practically squished up against her chest, fortunately it wasn’t uncomfortable thanks to the tentacles flexibility. Seeing her embarrassed reaction, the octopus jiggled its bulb playfully, finishing up her upper half as she rested her arms a top the soft coiled appendage. Then, another tentacle rose up from out of the water and began wrapping around her hips. Narla shivered at the tentacles cold wet touch, as it had been a few minutes since she had been pulled out from the pool, and she had dried off since then with the exception of her swimsuit. Still she offer no resistance, remaining calm in the toys squishy embrace while the wet tentacle began wrapping around her lower half. Another soft moan escaped her lips, closing her eyes has she felt the gentle tentacle wrapping over her bum.

          With every touch from the rubbery tentacle came a wave of calming pleasure, so gentle and sensual, but it was the manner in which the toy handled her that made it so lovely. Again taking its time, moving over her ever so slowly, the appendage made its way around her thighs, and further down her legs with every passing second. Relaxing, Narla closed her eyes as the rubber glided along her skin. It didn’t take her long to figure out what the toy was doing, slowly cocooning her in its soft tentacles. But the young woman wasn’t the least bit bothered, in fact she welcomed the idea of being of being wrapped up from head to toe in a squishy rubber hug. It almost felt like she was slowly being tucked into a soft sleeping bag, or an inflatable sleep sack. And sure enough,  the octopus soon finished enveloping her legs, closing the tip of its appendage around her slender feet.

         With a relaxed smile, Narla found herself all snug and coiled in the  squishy tentacles, with the exception of her arms which she didn’t mind too much. To further comfort the young woman, the toy octopus gave her another gentle squeeze as a blissful moan escaped from her lips. The octopus squeaked happily as it loosened its grip on her, allowing Narla to go limp in the makeshift tentacle cocoon. With the young woman completely at ease, the octopus  pulled her closer and pressed her wrapped up body against its soft bulb. Narla sighed  as she was smooshed up against the inflatable toy, as if snuggling her. Turning her face that side, rested her head against her new friend, enjoying its soft all encompassing embrace as it would occasionally give her a soft subtle squeeze.

         Then, the octopus became oddly still, though maintaining its hold around the young swimmer, was now stationary. Narla eventually became concerned, tapping on its rubbery bulb to get its attention. “Hey, octopus, you OK?” she asked, her face still smooshed against its membrane. The toy didn’t respond or even move, just holding her tightly as its bulb subtly vibrated.

         Suddenly the tentacles began to slowly tighten around her, feeling somewhat pleasant at first, before feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Guh...” she groaned, even with the balloon tentacles elasticity, the pressure made it more difficult to breathe as it compressed her chest. Wincing, she again tapped on the octopus’s massive bulb. The toy didn’t reciprocate or respond, as it maintained its tight grip around her body and chest area. It wasn’t just hard for her to breathe, but her breasts were uncomfortably smooshed. Something was different about the octopus, it wasn’t acting playfully towards her anymore, or even showing a hint of body language. It was like the friendly octopus was no longer there, very thought making the young woman panic. 

         “Ugh... please... let me go.” she begged. But the octopus still didn’t respond, keeping her tightly squeezed in an almost constricting hug. Desperately wanting to get away, Narla then placed both of her hands on top of the tentacles covering her chest, and tried to push them off. But the tentacles didn’t budge an inch, her hands instead sinking into the squishy material as if pressing her hands into jelly. Reacting to her struggles, the octopus quickly unraveled the tentacle covering her top half, before reaching up around her arms. The young woman didn’t even have time to even react as the tentacle quickly tightened around her upper half, squeezing her arms to her sides and putting even more pressure on her busts. “Ooh!” Narla gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock as she felt the inflatable rubber snap back around her, only now with her arms completely wrapped up in with the rest of her constricting cocoon.

         Confused and upset, Narla attempted to pull her arms free, but its hold on her was unyielding. Even though she could stretch her arms out just a little bit, it was only due to the inflatable‘s natural stretchiness, she couldn’t push them away from her body.  Narla didn’t know what to do, growing scared of what used to be a very playful balloon toy, which now seemed more threatening than cute. “S... Somebo-mph!” Narlas cry for help was quickly cut off as the  tentacle quickly wrapped over the lower half of her face, gagging her with it stretchy rubber. “Mmmph... MMMMPH!” she tried her best to shake free, hoping if she made enough noise someone would hear her, but her cries only came out as a reverberating muffle through the inflatable rubber. With its target finally subdued, the inflatable octopus began lowering her back into the pool. 

         Narla let out a muffled gasp, quickly taking a breath of air though her nose before being submerged into the pool. The young woman kept her eyes closed shut as the water sent chills through her body, being so used to the warm sun it felt like a long time since she had touched the pool. Once she was submerged, she opened her eyes for just a brief moment, long enough to see multiple more tentacles surrounding her. Right as she closed her eyes, she was met with a big rubbery squeeze from every imaginable angle, sandwiched between all of the squishy arms at once as the cocoon tightly contracted around her. Bubbles floated from her nose as the breath was pushed right out of her, for a moment fearing that the toy was trying to drown her. 

         But then, she felt something squishy envelop her face, quickly pulling her up as she filled the soft rubber glided along her swimsuit Clad body. Almost as quickly as she was dunked, she was pulled into out of the water and met with the sensation of fresh air as she was plopped onto a soft squishy surface. Narla eagerly breathed in the much needed air, though fortunately wasn’t deprived of it for too long, only being underwater for a few moments. The young swimmer was now free of the toys tentacles, but her body was now dripping wet, and the air smelled strange with the strong scent of rubber. Narla didn’t know where she was, but she could hear the sounds of muffled splashing around her as the soft flexible surface sagged underneath her weight. Wiping the water from her eyes, she slowly set up on her hands and knees she found herself looking at her pool from inside a shiny translucent surface. 

         Narla gasped, realizing she was now inside the bulbous rubbery toy. It was like it had eaten her, slurped her up like a noodle and trapped her inside. Panicked, the young woman sat back up and placed her hands on the squishy walls of her prison, stretching at her touch. However she already knew all too well that there was no struggling against it. Her breathing was heavy and frantic, filling her lungs with the rubbery air surrounding her. The air tasted almost sterile, like it was filtered, or like one of those Zorb balls. “Hey! HELP!!! I’m trapped!” she shouted. “Can anyone hear me?” her voice reverberating throughout the rubbery bulb, making it hard to tell if anyone could hear her. Unfortunately for Narla, her voice sounded like a soft muffled mess from outside, the surrounding bulb absorbing and reflecting the vibrations of her pleas with its soundproof rubber.

         I didn’t take her long to realized this, noticing how her voice only seemed to reverberate through her surroundings. Groaning with frustration, she fruitlessly stretched her arms out through the bulb, but alas, the toy’s elasticity once again proved too great, only warping outwards with no way of pushing through it. Despite her situation, the rubber still felt pleasant against her skin, only making her more upset as it reminded her of the inflatables former gentle and loving demeanor from earlier. Now the toy was holding her hostage for who knows what. Narla had to find a way out somehow, turning her attention towards the squishy floor as something interesting caught her eye. In the center of the floor was what appeared to be an inverted wrinkle, and she immediately crawled over to take a closer look. Upon quick inspection, she realized that it was an orifice some kind, most likely the hole in which she was sucked in, now squeezed shut to prevent her from escaping.

          Narla didn’t waste a moment, placing both of her hands on either side of the hole and slipping both index fingers inside. The woman winced as she looked at the opening, feeling as if she was doing something dirty. Unfortunately, her fingers kept slipping on the strange rubber, unable to pry it open as the orifice was shut too tight. But then, she felt some thing warp around both of her ankles, looking down to see that two tendrils had sprouted from the floor and snagged her feet. They were much thinner than the tentacles that had grabbed her earlier, looking only to be to be a couple inches thick, but they held onto her firmly like rubber shackles. Startled, she sat back up, Reaching her hands down to pull them off. But then, two more tendrils descended down upon her and wrapped around both of her wrists.

         Left with no time to react, the tendrils immediately puffed up around her limbs, tightening their grip on her as she was hoisted up by her wrists. “Ahh!?” she yelped, flailing around until her arms and legs were pulled out into an X position. And just like that, she was suspended in the center of the toy’s translucent bulb, bound in nothing but a one-piece bathing suit for all to see, that is if anyone was around to witness her predicament. Refusing to give up, she then pulled and struggled against the inflatable bindings, flailing her arms and legs in all directions hoping to get free, or at least reach the floor. The tendrils only stretched to accommodate her fussing, squeaking softly with every pull she made. Narla could only stretch and tug her arms and legs so far before being pulled back into a spread, bouncing about in the center as if she was attached to bungee cables.

         The only plus side was that the tendrils weren’t yanking on her, and it wasn’t uncomfortable, on the contrary it felt like she had rubber floats strapped to her ankles and wrists. Regardless she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and all she could do was wait to see what the toy had in store for her. With her suit still dripping wet from the previous dunking, a slight shiver ran through her body  as it wasn’t as warm inside of the toy as it was out in the open. Though the sun still shined through the translucent surface, it didn’t seem to heat up her in enclose in the slightest, as if the toy was heat proof. Taking a moment to relax, she allowed her body to go limp, letting the tendrils carry her weight. “At least I won’t cook to death in here...”  she sighed.

         Then she heard an echoing click throughout her prison, looking in front of her to see an illuminated square had appeared in front of her. I looked as if a tv screen was being projected on the translucent wall, perhaps within the rubber itself. She wasn’t far off, as the screen glowed brightly before clearing up into an image. On the projection was the silhouette of a voluptuous woman sitting in a leather armchair. It looked like she was wearing a shiny dress of some kind but it was too dark to see, as the woman was very ominously backlit. Narla was speechless, not knowing what to think as she just stared blankly at the picture. “Hello Narla... so happy we could squeeze you into our schedule today...”

         A shiver immediately ran down Narla's spine, hearing the woman’s confident but sinister voice reverberate throughout the surrounding rubber. It was like the bulb was acting as a speaker, vibrating itself to create whatever sound was in the video in front of her. Deep down there’s something ominous and unsettling about her voice, the way she talked seemed polite and formal, but it sounded like she was repressing a lot of buried anger and frustration in her tone. “I hope you like this little toy we dropped off for you. We custom-made it specifically to capture you.” she chuckled. Narla groaned realizing how ridiculous he must’ve looked. The young woman looked around her prison, but realized that there is no way the octopus had a camera inside of it, leaving her to believe that she was watching a recording rather than a real-time video. 

         “You were careless, after analyzing footage of the spy who leaked our secrets, it wasn’t hard to find out where you lived.” she purred in an almost flirting tone. “Eep...” Narla squeaked, remembering the rubber factory she broke into not too long ago. “I screwed up... They must've had cameras outside in the parking lot, or to the front gate” she gulped to herself. "Funny little thing about that toy, it used to be a prototype for a playful rubber pet meant as a comfort companion for our consumers, one that could even fit in your hand. Had we keep the project moving, we could’ve put them on store shelves and made millions!” the woman said proudly, crossing her legs and folding her hands together. Pausing for a moment, the mysterious figure leaned forward as a little bit of her face could be seen wincing in anger, though still only as a silhouette as barely any light was visible in the room. 

         “Until... you leaked to my company secrets and cost me millions in lawsuits! Ruining my dream project of selling these cute little toys.” she growled. Shivering nervously, Narla came to the crushing realization that she was now at the mercy of one of her victims, and all she could do was patiently listen as she was scolded by the woman’s angry recording. The silhouette then sat back down in a calming manner. resting her hands on her leather armchair with a subtle giggle. “So if I can’t bring my passion project to the masses, I’ll just let you have the one instead... I’m sure you’ll be just tickled to see what it can do.” the woman cooed in a surprisingly playful tone. Suddenly, Narla began to giggle as she felt a tingling sensation in both her palms and soles. Looking up and down, she saw that the tentacles binding her wrists and ankles were now rubbing her hands and feet. 

         “Whaha- nohohoo!” It didn’t take long for the poor woman to break out into laughter, biting her lip as an unwanted smile spread across her face. The woman immediately began to struggle, wiggling around as she tried to pull her arms legs away from the tentacles. But strangely, the tentacles had become far less stretchy, keeping her in place far more rigidly while still maintaining their squishy texture as not to bruise her arms and legs. Unable to keep herself together, the woman’s laughing soon became hysterical, nearly tearing up as he was unable to resist her punishing bondage. Narla had never been touched by anyone but herself, much less had she ever been tickled. in addition to the toy's effective techniques, she proved to be extra sensitive to the tickling tentacles. 

         Meanwhile, the recording remained projected on the rubbery wall, but the woman sitting down remained silent while the tickling continued. Narla began to blush, feeling as if the woman was watching her through the projection. Despite knowing it was just a projection, the very image of the shrouded feminine figure patiently sitting in her fancy chair made her feel so helpless and humiliated, as if she was on display for the mysterious woman as a source of amusement. “Now you needn’t worry about your enclosure for the time being, there’s plenty of air to breathe in that bulb.” the silhouette said, crossing her legs with a subtle giggle under her voice. Narla, who was still laughing hysterically, would’ve taken a sigh of relief knowing she wouldn’t suffocate. But already, the tickling began to exhaust her, having wasted a lot of her energy struggling against the octopus from earlier, even now as she fussed against her restraints. 

         “I’m not a cruel woman after all. In fact, I want to see you go out smiling.” The woman chuckled, following up with a much more playful and sinister tone. “Ahaha-Whahahahahat?!” Narla gasped in her laughter, her teary-eyed curled up smile hiding the absolute shock in her expression. “You won’t be getting out of this toy anytime soon. So enjoy this little tickle session while you can. And Look on the bright side, at least this way you’ll have the last laugh.” The woman snickered, snapping her fingers as the projection disappeared. And with that, Narla's heart sank like the leaves at the bottom of her pool, left completely alone in her soundproof tickle toy prison. Even as she felt her st strength diminish the toy continued to tickle her, getting harder and harder to take breaths in her uncontrollable laughter.

         I don’t want to be tickled to death!” she thought to herself, flailing around as she desperately tried to yank her limbs free of the tickling tentacles. Unfortunately despite her efforts, the tentacles would still only stretch while firmly clamped around her wrists and ankles as if putting suction on her skin. Despite her struggling, she couldn’t feel them move an inch. Narla even tried wiggling her feet and closing her fists, but the tentacles would always find their way back to her most sensitive spots. The tendrils around her wrists also managed to pry her fingers out to reach her palms, even adding an extra coil around her knuckles to keep her from doing it again. The poor woman didn’t know what to do, a mix of helpless frustration washing over her as she continued tearing up in laughter. 

  Fortunately, Narla could still breathe, but it was made slightly difficult by the constant giggling she was forced into. Just then, two more additional tentacles sprouted from either side of the bulb around her, and began slowly extending their way towards her body. “Whaha-Hahahahaha-huh!? Suddenly, she felt a squeezing sensation below her midsection, looking down as she saw two additional tendrils had wrapped themselves around her waist. Then very quickly, both tendrils began to inflate, puffing up on top of each other until they were both 6 inches in width. Narla winced as the tentacles squeezed her, feeling as if she had two small inner tubes puffed up below her belly. With the additional tentacles now wrapped around her, Narla's struggling made even less of a difference, acting as a harness to keep her from bouncing around and making it easier for the tentacles to tickle her thoroughly. It almost looked like she had a super short inflatable mini-skirt, albeit one that didn't fully cover her abdomen or the undercarriage of her one-piece.

         Heheheh-NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAH-heheheHAHAHAHA!” Suddenly, her laughing became more intense as the tips of the two slippery inflatables were wiggling themselves against her sides. Their tingling touch could be felt even through her wet one-piece, gently and rubbing up and down on both sides of her midsection. Since her swimsuit wasn’t doubly lined, only being padded where it needed to be, it wasn’t difficult for the tentacles to tickle her through it. Narla tried to twist herself back and forth, hoping to throw off the tentacle’s tickling, but her prison's makeshift harness made it nearly impossible aside from some squirming. This also made it easier for them to find her most sensitive spots, even inching up her sides until they inevitably reached her armpits. The young woman completely burst out into uncontrollable laughter, unable to hold back as the tentacles toyed with her. “Noooohohohoooo-hahahahaha!” Narla wildly shook her head, begging the octopus to stop as she squirmed in its rubbery hold. 

         Narla's uncontrollable laughter started to make her dizzy, getting harder to take breaths as her sensitive spots were thoroughly exploited. The swimsuit-clad woman no longer felt like she was trapped inside a creature anymore, now it just felt like she was trapped in a transparent tickle torture chamber. Running out of breath, her laughter began to die down, feeling more and more dazed as her face grew red from the constant laughter. “Hahehehelp... plehehehehese...” giving up any hope of pulling free, Narla began calling for help, but her voice had become so weak even she could barely even hear herself over her own laughter. The bulb was soundproof anyway, nullifying any chance of her pleas being heard. Her agonizing giggles echoed around her, almost as a reminder that there was no escape. Narla could barely even speak, but what else she could she do? The tentacles nullified all of her movements, keeping her suspended in the center and in a state of smothering laughter as a form of unusual torture, as the elastic bulb muted her cries for help.

         Still tearing up, Narla gathered as much breath as she could as she looked up to the rubbery ceiling of her prison. “Plehehes... stohahahap...” she uttered desperately, trying to reach out to the octopus in hopes that it would listen. Unfortunately, the tickling persisted, unable to escape her bondage bondage torture as her helpless laughs echoed all around her. “Haha...ha...gasp! Staaaahahahap!” Narla closed her eyes, completely overwhelmed as the tentacles had their way with her.  though the octopus continued to tickle her, the surrounding bulb briefly shuddered around her, as if reacting to the sound of her voice. Though still squirming, her body practically went limp as she surrendered herself to the pool toy’s torture. The poor woman felt so alone, her once former snuggle buddy now converted into a torturous tickle prison.

         Out of all her daring jobs and exciting adventures, she never thought she’d die alone being tickled to death. Left bound and with no way to escape, she prepared herself for her giggling defeat. But soon, her laughter began to die down, not from the weakness in her lungs, but as the tickling slowed to a halt. Getting herself under control, she tilted her head up to see the bulbsubtly jiggling, as if it had become flustered. The tickling tentacles started to settle, no longer tickling, but gently rubbing her sensitive spots, as if giving her a massage. “Haha-haha... haaaaaa...” Finally calming down, Narla was able to catch her breath.

         With her laughing finally coming to an end, she closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together. Then she felt something poking at her left cheek, opening her eyes to see another tentacle had sprouted from the bulb and was caressing her face. Narla let out a relaxed sigh, soothed with how tentacle stroked her cheek. It was practically nuzzling her, pushing and rubbing her skin up-and-down with such gentle motions. With that, the tentacles around her waist slowly unraveled, and gently slithered under her rump while propping up against her back and the bottom of her thighs. “Huh?” feeling the additional pressure against her back, she looked down as the tentacles began to shift her orientation, rotating her back as if she was in a reclining chair. 

         Finally, the tentacles binding her wrists and ankles release themselves from her, allowing her to relax her limbs as the tentacles from below lowered her back onto the soft floor of the bulb. With her hands-free, she gently brushed her hand against the tentacle massaging her face, looking at it as it looking into the eyes of an old friend. “Are you back?” she asked. The tentacle gently wobbled up and down, as if nodding in response. The exhausted Narla smiled, leaning forward and she gave the tentacle a playful kiss. The tentacle retreated back, it’s clear membrane turning pink as if blushing at her kiss. The young woman giggled softly, amused by its bashful reaction as she gave it another pet. The tentacle puffed out slightly, moving back towards Narla as it began wiggling and jiggling against her face.

         Immediately, Narla began to giggle at its cold jiggly touch. “Heheheh-What are you-hehehe...” she turned her face back-and-forth to avoid a playful tendril, even trying to push it away with her free hands. But then, the other tentacles slowly joined in, as one began rubbing itself against her belly through, and another going for her left foot again. “Nohohoh... not again!” she chuckled. It didn’t take long until all the tentacles got in on it at her expense. The two large tentacles that had bound her waist prior, were now rubbing up against her hips, one of the lower tentacles started tickling her thighs, and even the two from the ceiling were having a go at her armpits. Poor Narla once again found herself writing in a fit of laughter, all this time on the floor of her prison rather than being suspended in the air. 

         Though finding herself again at the mercy of the octopus is tickling tendrils, her struggles seemed more playful than desperate. Narla knew that the octopus toy was just playing with her, tickling her lightly as opposed to forcing her into a fit of smothering laughter. Knowing she wasn’t in any danger, the young woman found herself enjoying the mischievous tickling, the same way she would with a puppy's kisses. Narla then rolled onto her side, almost curling up into a fetal position as the tentacles continued rubbing all over her. The octopus itself jiggled with joy, enjoying the vibrations of her laughter through its soundproof exterior. Despite what led to it, the toy very much loved having her trapped in its body, knowing that it could keep Narla safe, as well as having her all to itself.  

         Despite being out in the open in her back pool, nobody could see them past the fancy wooden fence, and no one could hear her cute giggling laughter. As far as the octopus was concerned, their little tickle session was private. With that, the tentacle tickling her left armpit playfully slipped itself underneath the fabric of her swimsuit and began rubbing up against the side of her bust. “Eep!” Narla squeaked, looking down to see the outline of the tentacle underneath her one-piece, wiggling and tickling her boob. “N-n-n-n-nohohoho!” she giggled with a blush, lifted her arm as she reached for the tentacle, but it slipped out of her swimsuit before she could get a hold on it. Biting her lip, the young woman wrapped her arms over her chest as she curled up into a ball, even tucking her legs up against her belly. She was trying to protect all of her sensitive spots, but couldn’t stop moving around as the tentacles continued wiggling over a body 

         Narla then felt another tentacle sliding up her left thigh, and it proceeded to gently slip under the rear of her swimsuit. “Yeeep!” she gasped, her laughter growing as the tentacle proceeded to tickle her butt cheek. Narla’s face went bright red as a soft moan escaped her lips, but still laughing as it wiggled against her skin. For just a moment, she lifted her left arm and reached over to pull the puffy tentacle out from the underside of her suit, but leaving her chest exposed as another tentacle playfully poked her boob. “Ooh! Hohahahaha!” taking her off guard, she rolled onto her back, using both arms to nudge the tendril away from her breasts. Unfortunately, this left her wide open as the tentacles stop tickling her hands and feet and went straight for her body.

         Narla immediately found herself squirming and flailing all over the pliable floor as the tentacles rubbed all of her sensitive spots. Her swimsuit covered belly, underneath her chin, her exposed thighs, her sides, the tentacles rubbed everywhere that was open. Tickled from all sides, the young woman was left unable to defend herself from the tickling onslaught. Some of the tentacles would even touch her breasts if they got the chance before being pushed away by her flailing arms. Narla again became hysterical, tearing up with a goofy smile, this time, one not twisted or forced on in the face of torture. Being relentlessly toyed with by her inflatable playmate, she tried to roll over to cover her front, but the tentacles would keep nudging her sides to keep her facing upwards. Narla was squirming so much, her swim cap eventually fell off, allowing her hair to fall free on the slippery floor.

         The woman’s arousal grew with her helplessness, her erotic moans overshadowed by her loud laughter. It felt like the inflatable octopus was teasing her, touching and poking her intimate places but not going any further than that. Eventually, one of the tentacles poked against the underside of her swimsuit, and began sliding itself up and down her front. Narla’s entire face when pink and she let out a bashful yelp, her eyes widening as the octopus tickled her womanhood. Clamping her thighs together, she attempted to catch the touchy tentacle between her legs. However, since she couldn’t remain still from all the squirming, the appendage still had no trouble rubbing up against her underside.

         Narla couldn’t take it, The embarrassing tickling, the intimate poking and rubbing of her most sensitive areas, she no longer felt like a prisoner, but now a plaything for her new inflatable companion. Crossing her arms back over her chest, she tried her best to control her laughter and looked up to the ceiling of the inflatable bulb. “Plehehehes stahahahaaaaap!” On command, the tentacles slowly ceased tickling her, retreating from her body as Narla finally quelled her laughter. After a few moments, the young woman finally calmed down, relaxing or arms and legs as she splayed herself out on the floor of the bulb. Then one of the tentacles brushed against her cheek, gently massaging her face again. Narla smiled, stroking the bottom of the tentacle with her hand to reward the octopus's compliance. 

         Two of the other tentacles then began rubbing her shoulders, squeezing out the tension that she had built up from being tickled tortured earlier. Narla let out a shuddering moan, closing her eyes as the inflatable appendages squeezed the stress out of her shoulders. Then to her surprise, two more of the appendages wrapped around her thighs. “Eep!” the young woman gasped as she looked down at her legs, afraid that the octopus was planning something lewd. But the tentacles only started rolling up and down her thighs, massaging all of the Knots in her legs. Letting out another pleasurable moan, Narla collapsed back against the squishy floor is she allowed to toy to massage her stress away. After a few minutes of this, she had nearly fallen asleep multiple times, but didn’t mind as she knew she was in good hands, so to speak.

         Soon, she sat back up on her hands and knees as the tentacles again pulled away from her body, allowing her to move freely about the bulb. Narla placed her hands against the stretchy membrane of the bulb, pushing it out slightly to see that it was just as elastic as before. The young woman didn’t feel trapped, as she was comfortable being inside of the inflatable octopus. However, she was still confined inside of it, with only a thin layer of stretchy rubber between her in the outside world. Narla looked up at the ceiling, and then back to the tentacles that still loomed around her. “Are you going to let me out? Now that you’re back to normal?” she asked. The octopus remained still, its tentacles stationary as if in deep thought.

         It had nearly forgotten how she ended up inside of its interior, only just regaining its original programming. However, the octopus almost didn’t want to let her out, as there was something so intimate about keeping her inside of his body. In addition, the fact that she felt comfortable being stuck inside of it was just another indication of how close they had become in such a short time. Shaking its body, the soft interior wiggled underneath Narla’s knees, causing her to fall onto her back as the floor gave underneath her weight. “Woah-mph!” she gasped, feeling the orifice underneath her open up as she was sucked squeezed into the tight opening. Curling up into a fetal position, quickly slipped out of the bulb. Once the pressure was released from her body, she took in a breath and re-opened her eyes, only to find that she didn’t have much room to move, wrapped up in some kind of restrictive film surrounded by water.

         “Ehhh?” she gasped, realizing that she was submerged in the pool within some kind of spherical rubber ball. Rather than just being ejected and dunked underwater, it seemed the octopus put her in an elastic bubble made from the same material as its bulb. Placing both of her arms to the sides of her bubble, she stretched her legs out and pushed against the slippery membrane to test its elasticity. The bubble was stretchy, warping out horizontally before pushing her legs back into position and re-gaining its spherical shape. Narla was very impressed, rubbing her hands and feet against the surrounding membrane while enjoying the underwater view of her pool through the transparent sheen. But soon, the bubble slowly began to rise until she eventually emerged from the pool. 

         “Huh?” she gasped in surprise, watching as her bubble floated over the water like a helium balloon. Strangely, her weight didn’t seem to affect the bubble much, not even weighing it down as it even managed to keep its rounded shape. Fortunately, the bubble didn't float very far up, stopping just a few feet above the pool and presenting itself before the inflatable octopus with its swimsuit-clad occupant. The toy then poked the bubble with its tentacle, popping it and freeing Narla as she abruptly descended towards the pool. But another tentacle swiftly moved underneath her, puffing up to about 3 feet wide before catching her and cushioning her fall. “Phew...” she sighed, relaxing in the cushy tentacle as she looked back up to the inflatable octopus. “You’re really something you know that?” she smiled, closing her eyes as she rested her head down on the soft tentacle.

         Then, she started giggling again, opening her eyes to find one of the other tentacles stroking her face again. Narla let out a relaxed sigh, allowing her new inflatable friend to comfort her as she relaxed on its cushy tentacle. With no further plans for the rest of her day, they had plenty of time to spend together. But then, Narla quickly set up from her comfy tentacle chair, her sharp ears hearing the clicking of her front door, it sounded like someone was picking her lock. The octopus tilted his bulb, unaware of the clicking sound as it remained fixated on its new owner. Looking back towards the octopus, Narla lifted her index finger in front of her mouth. “Somebody's coming.” she whispered.

         Opening the front door, two women stepped into the house, both completely dressed in shiny black full-body catsuits, and caring slim backpacks, the one on the right slightly taller than the other. The bodysuits were glossy and shiny like rubber, but didn’t seem to make any sound while walking, not so much has a single squeak as if they were in spandex. Despite the skintight form of their costumes, their faces were completely concealed with an almost done or rounded shape, as if wearing masks underneath. Aside from their backpacks, the only other equipment they seemed to have were rubber sacks dangling from the right side of both their hips. The two rubber-clad women seemed to ignore everything in sight, not bothering to touch a single thing as they made their way straight to the back of the house. 

         “This is retrieval, we’re on our way to secure the target.” the woman on the right said with a serious but feminine voice, followed by the sound of a radio beeping. The woman on the left looked to her partner, scratching her chin while placing her other hand on her hip. “You really think she died of laughter?” she asked, her voice a bit higher than her partner’s. “Who knows, guess we’ll find out.” the woman on the right responded indifferently. The other woman then giggled to herself, placing her hand over the bottom half of her face. “Kind of a kinky way to go out.” she whispered playfully. The woman on the right just groaned. “I was joking, more than likely she’s just tuckered out in the toy we sent her.” she explained. The woman on the left then reached into her rubber sack, pulling out several shiny bands of latex, as well as an inflatable ball big enough to fit in someone’s mouth. 

         “Well, either way, we tie her up, right?” she asked eagerly, twirling the rubber straps in her fingers. “YOU can tie her up.” the one with the more mature voice huffed. “Yeee!” the woman on the left squeaked with her cutesy voice. “Serves her right for tanking our company’s reputation. Just make sure you put the gag in first so she doesn’t bite.” the woman on the right commanded. “Don’t you worry, I’ll wrap her up NICE and TIGHT. It’ll be an easy trip back.” she replied enthusiastically. The two women then made their way out back, only to find no one that there was no one inside of the octopus toy. Confused, they both just stared at each other before looking back to the toy, stepping closer and closer to the pool in mutual silence. “Sooooo... did we break into the right house? Or is it possible her neighbor has an inflatable octopus exactly like the one we sent her?” the woman with the cutesy voice asked.

         Suddenly, without warning the inflatable octopus extended two of its tentacles toward the suited women. Before they could react, the tentacles each circled around the two, and grabbed them in a tight squeeze. The taller woman on the right groaned as tendril enveloped her up from the shoulders down, even inflating a few more inches to strengthen its grip. The woman on the left yelped in surprise, blushing under her mask as the tentacle puffed up around her as well. “Wh.. what?” the taller woman whimpered, baffled as she found herself pinned in its rubbery grip. Then, tentacles lifted both of the women off their feet, and swiftly yanked them into the pool with a splash! 

         After a few moments of silence, both women were finally squeezed through the floor of the octopus’s transparent bulb, pressed up against one another before plopping inside. Laying beside each other, the two women now found themselves trapped in the toy they were sent to retrieve, slowly recovering from the tight squeezing the tentacles had forced upon them. The taller woman pulled herself together quickly, getting up first as she placed her hands on the side of the bulb. Groaning angrily, she stretched out the elastic material, even trying to pry it apart with her fingers, but the strange gelatinous membrane only slipped from her digits. The rubber-suited woman knew how durable the material was, but she didn’t seem to care, what really worried her was why the octopus had trapped them. “What... gives!!!” she shouted, punching the wall in anger. 

         Then, the shorter woman got up, still laying on her side but propping herself up with her arms, looking around in disbelief to find herself trapped with her partner. “What happened?” she asked curiously, much calmer than her coworker. Finally giving up, the taller woman sat down on her knees, crossing her arms with an angered huff. “Not only did this thing failed to capture that spy, but it also trapped us on sight instead!” she groaned, looking through the transparent membrane that sealed them off from the outside. “But... we got confirmation from this thing that it captured the asset.” the shorter woman said, sounding confused. “Then why was this thing empty when we got here? Stupid toy’s clearly malfunctioning!” the other woman huffed.

         Then, both of the trapped women noticed something glossy and reflective rising from under the pool water, shining in the sunlight as it closer and closer to the surface. To their surprise, emerging from the pool was a bubble containing Narla, one much smaller than the one from before, allowing her to hide unnoticed under the water. The bubble then floated over to the poolside, moving above the surface before popping into mist. Free from her protective bubble, Narla gracefully landed on her feet as she stood up straight, with her hands triumphantly place on her hips. “Good work!” Narla said with a smile, looking in the inflatables directing. The octopus then lifted one of its tentacles towards her, again gently stroking her face as she hugged it in return.

         Both of the bodysuit-clad women watched in disbelief as the toy showed its affection toward the woman it was programmed to capture, just sitting together in mutual silence. Once the taller woman had enough time to process what she was seeing, she placed both of her hands on the stretchy wall and looked up at the ceiling of the surrounding bulb. “What are you doing! Capture her!” she demanded. In response the octopus wiggled its bulb, pushing her back as she fell on the bouncy elastic floor. The other woman got up on her hands and knees, scratching her chin as she remained calm. “I don’t think the toy is listening to us anymore. It's almost like it’s self-aware,” she said pointing her finger up, as if proud of her analysis. The other woman got back up on her hands and knees crawling back over to the side of the bulb.

         “Why is this thing taking orders from you now? How did you reprogram it?” she asked demandingly. Narla just smiled back with a smug look on her face, ignoring the angry rubber suited woman as stroked the tentacle in her arms. “She can’t hear us remember? This bulb is completely soundproof.”  the shorter woman reminded her coworker. The other woman groaned in annoyance, clenching her fist in her lap as she continued watching her former target from inside the toy. Narla gave the tentacle a gentle kiss, the tentacle turning a bright shade of pink as it wiggled in response, tickling the swimsuit-clad women as she giggled. Watching the two interact, the suited woman sat back down crossing her arms. “This toy, it must have overridden its directives and regained its original programming. It wouldn’t be interacting with her like this otherwise.” she said with a much more calm but serious tone. “Huh... Guess it never forgot what it was originally made for.” the shorter woman replied.

         After Narla finished cuddling with the octopus’s wiggly tentacle, she gently took it into the palms of her hands and pushed it away, turning her attention toward the two suited women trapped inside. “Is there a way I can talk to them? I want to ask them some questions.” she asked. In response, the octopuses tentacle began to change, opening its tip outwards until it became tube in shape. “Oh...” Narla giggled in surprise as she leaned closer to it. “Can you ladies hear me in there?” she asked politely. Both of the suited women turn their heads up, surprised to hear Narla's voice reverberating around them like a speaker. “That spy is using one of its tentacles as a microphone, I didn’t even know it could do that.” the shorter woman said sounding impressed. The other woman however was not as phased, pressing her hands back against the flexible wall as she looked directly at their target.

         “How did you get this thing to obey you?” she asked. Narla could hear the suited woman’s response through the tentacle, vibrating with her voice just like it did on the inside. With a smug grin, she folded her arms behind her back and leaned closer to the tube. “We spent a little time together, and we got rather close.” Narla chuckled. “So, you two comfy in there?” she followed up sarcastically. The taller woman was not amused, clenching her hands against the wall. the shorter woman on the other hand didn’t pick up on the sarcasm. “Well yeah, this thing was designed for comfort, we should know since we sent it here.” she responded. The other woman quickly turned to her partner in shock, giving her a dirty look under her mask. 

         “Whoops...” the shorter woman whispered, placing her hand over the bottom half of her face. Narla just smiled with a hint of amusement in her expression, crossing her arms underneath her chest. “Well then, with formalities out of the way...” she then lifted her right hand and snapped her fingers. While unbeknownst to the two rubber suit women, two tendrils began sprouting from the floor behind them. With a subtle hisssss, both tentacles began to inflate, getting the attention of the taller woman as she turned around. With a gasp, one of the tendrils quickly wrapped behind her and pulled her away from the wall as it started coiling around her like a snake. The shorter woman was not so quick to react, feeling the other tendril wrap around her waist as she was pulled away and lifted up as well. 

         Both women yelped in surprise as they wiggled and squirmed against the entwining tendrils quickly wrapping around their bodies and pinning their limbs to their sides. Within moments they both found themselves completely cocooned from the shoulders down, with only their feet and heads free. But it didn’t end there, just like before both the tentacles simultaneously inflated, giving the suited intruders a good squeeze. The taller woman groaned in discomfort, clenching her teeth and squinting her eyes under the tight pressure. However, the shorter woman let out a yowling moan, arching her head back as the rubber squeezed her. Once the tentacles ceased inflating, both women were left to recover from the sudden compression. 

         The taller woman just grunted, wiggling her shoulders to see if she could get any leverage to escape. The shorter woman, had her head slumped down, gasping pleasurably has she submitted to the jiggly tentacle holding her. Narla was beyond pleased with their helpless display, seeing as their positions were now reversed. “Good job, you're doing great.” she whispered to the octopus, making sure not to speak into the microphone tentacle. Meanwhile, the tall woman continued to struggle against her bondage, but the tentacle would give keeping her wrapped up in place. “Oh don’t be like that. Believe me, it’s not that bad.” Narla said into the microphone with a chuckle. “Hmph!” the tall rubber woman huffed. “Do what you want, we’re trained to resist any kind of interrogation or torture!” she said defiantly.

         Narla couldn't help herself as she put on a mischievous smile, wiggling her hips patiently as she paused for suspense. "We'll see..." she teased. Suddenly both of the suited women began to giggle, squirming in their bondage as if they couldn't help it. The shorter woman quickly broke out in laughter, but her partner tried biting her lip to hold back her giggles, looking down at the floor to see what was happening. To their dismay, the tips of the tentacles were tickling their soles. Since the two of them only wore rubber-like zentai's, there was little to nothing protecting their sensitive feet. The taller moodier woman couldn't help but smile, still doing everything she could to resist the urge to laugh. It didn't take long for her to succumb to the tickling, as the octopus had plenty of prior experience with Narla, and knew what parts of the feet were the most sensitive.

         The shorter woman had a rather childish laugh, almost as if she was enjoying the tickling treatment. Even with her facial features hidden, it was obvious that she was taking the tickling pretty well. The other woman on the other hand, was laughing much less enthusiastically. Resisting the octopus with everything she had, her laughter came out as more helpless than anything, gasping in between breaths in a fruitless attempt to control herself. Regardless, the octopus kept up the unusual treatment while Narla watched in amusement, she couldn’t help but giggle as she watched the two suited women being tickled into hysterical laughter. After nearly laughing herself in unconsciousness only minutes earlier, it was more than satisfying to be on the other side of the transparent rubber wall. 

         It didn’t take long for the shorter women to completely succumb to the tickling, no longer having the strength to resist as she hung her head back, and the taller woman was at the end of her rope as well. “Hehehe-stahahahahp!” she demanded, barely able to even speak with how much she was laughing. Narla just chuckled, unable to take the suited woman seriously while she was laughing up a storm. It was clear that rubber-suited intruder was trying her hardest to come off as intimidating, but her helplessness along with her uncontrollable laughter just made it more amusing for the swimsuit-clad spy. After what felt like an eternity to the two suited women, Narla subtly lifted her hand up, signaling the octopus to stop. Reluctantly, though compliantly, the octopus slowed its ticking to a halt.

         With their laughter slowly dying down, the two were left to recover from the torturous tickling Narla and her pet octopus had inflicted on them. The shorter woman  continued to giggle, sounding rather silly without even a hint of displeasure in her voice. The more serious woman on the other hand, simply groaned as she tucked  her head into her shoulders like a turtle trying to crawl back into its shell. Despite how harmless the tickling was, it felt like her pride had been shattered, which Narla could clearly see much to her delight. “I don’t doubt you two were well trained, but it doesn’t look like you’ve ever been tickled before.” Narla said boastfully.  

         Once the shorter woman ceased her giggles and pulled herself together, she simply turned attention back to the spy while maintaining her calm demeanor. Her partner however, was too embarrassed to even respond, blushing like a peach underneath her mask. “Now then, let’s cut to the chase. You sent this octopus after me so I’d be tickled to death, were you here to get rid of the evidence?” she asked. The taller woman remained silent, biting her lip nervously as she didn’t want to be tickled again, but she also didn’t want to give in to the interrogation. “Oh heavens no!” the shorter woman replied without hesitation. “We were just using this thing to capture you.” the taller woman then turned to her partner, shocked that she was already prepared to spill the beans. “What are you doing? Don’t-” 

         Before she could finish her sentence, the tentacle inflated further around her, cutting her off as she was tightly squeezed all over. “Huh-nnnnngh...” she moaned, becoming silent as the tentacle slowly deflated to normal. “Please, continue.” Narla said with a pleased expression. The shorter woman blushed under her mask after watching her partner getting squeezed so suddenly, but quickly and compliantly turned her attention back to Narla. “You see, this thing was programmed to tickle you, but only to make it easier to apprehend you once we got here.” she explained calmly. “And what were you planning to do with me once you caught me?” the spy asked 

         “Well... since our boss knows who you are now, she was going to use your identity to blackmail you into working for us.” she explained. Her smile subtlety fading, Narla looked down at the pool in deep thought, her hand resting underneath her chin. She had not yet considered what to do considering the fact that her identity was blown, putting her in a rather awkward position. Meanwhile, the more serious suited-woman remained silent, finally accepting her powerlessness in their situation. The last thing she wanted was for the spy to have her away, but there was nothing she could do while she was trapped in the octopus with her loose-lipped partner. Looking back up from the pool, Narla turned her attention back to the shorter woman. “Forcing me to work for your boss... do you know what she had in mind?” she asked.

         The shorter woman paused for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before responding. “Well, since our company is a little more shorthanded than it was before, she would have you working in inventory, testing out toys like this octopus, but mostly modeling.” She responded. “Wait. Modeling? Like 3-D modeling?” Narla asked while holding her finger up. “No, like posing in dresses, lingerie, swimsuits, that kind of thing.” the shorter woman answered. Narla went silent, Looking confused, as she blushed slightly. "L-lingerie?" she stuttered. The taller woman let out a sigh, looking back towards the spy, figuring there was no reason to remain quiet in the longer. “Before you leaked our company secrets, our boss was planning a full fashion line.” she said joining the conversation. 

         “Yeah, specifically using the same material as this octopus.” the shorter woman explained, wiggling in the tentacle as it jiggled around her, emphasizing its elasticity. Narla was stunned, not just by the fact that she was almost to be abducted as a fashion model, but because she figured they were just a toy company and nothing else. With that, she began to imagine what clothes would look like, nearly blushing at the thought of wearing some smooth comfy latex. “So, you were sent here to capture me, so your boss could force me to model in rubber?” she asked nervously. Both of the suited women looked at each other for a moment, almost amused by her reaction.

         “Well yes, but it didn’t start that way, she just wanted a little revenge at first. The original plan was to keep you trapped in this toy as a trophy for her, but when she saw what you look like, that's when she changed her mind." the taller woman explained. "Our boss it's still kind of pissed, but I think she has the hots for you." the other agent woman followed up. Letting out a deep sigh, Narla Looked down at the floor with her hands placed on her hips as she began to pace back-and-forth. Deep in thought, the young woman was weighing her options, considering that their employer already knew her identity, there's nothing much she could do. 

         It was so ironic, after finally earning a day off, she now found herself unmasked by the very company she had recently. Only now, she had nothing to use against them. At the end of the day, being free from her tickle prison didn't change much. Either way, it was reasonable to assume that her spy career was over, And there is no need for her to keep the two intruders hostage any longer. Turning her attention back to her prisoners, Narla snapped her fingers, and the octopus moved its open tentacle back over to her. "Alright, tell your boss I'll think about it." 

         "Think about it?" the tall woman asked. "You know if you refuse, your secret identity is toast, and she'll have you captured one way or another." Narla just smirked, lifting up her hand as she pressed her thumb against her middle finger together. "Then I won't keep her waiting too long. In the meantime, you'd best be heading back." With a snap of a finger, the taller-suited woman was pulled into the floor of the octopus's bulb, slipping through the office feet first as the tentacle holding her merged with the floor. "Ohhhh!?" she moaned, feeling the rubber tighten around her as she was quickly sucked down.

         After the taller woman was pulled through, her partner soon followed, letting out a flustered squeak as she felt the orifice gulp her down like a snack. Having been abruptly pulled through the toys tight maw earlier herself, Narla couldn't help but chuckle knowing what came next. It didn't take long for the two women to emerge from the pool, who were surprised to find themselves trapped in cramped elastic bubbles. "Wha-What is this!?" the taller woman gasped, pushing her hands out to her sides, stretching out the bubble only slightly before her arms were pushed back. "I didn't know the toy could do this." the shorter woman said in awe, stretching out her feet as she gently placed her hands above her.

         Once the bubbles were 4 feet above the water, they became stationary, only bobbing up and down as their prisoners continued to struggle. The shorter woman seemed rather calm, rubbing her hands and feet along the surface, as if observing and studding the membrane to get a better idea of what she was in. The taller woman was kicking and pushing against her prison, the surface stretching out and absorbing her struggles as it wiggled and jiggled around her. Narla was indeed amused with their new imprisonment, and couldn’t help but blush as she watched them. There was something strangely kinky about being trapped in a bubble, being provided with just enough freedom to struggle, but being permanently sealed up with no way out, all while their freedom remained beyond the stretchy unyielding film. This was indeed reflected in the actions of the two agents, the taller woman even pushing her arms and legs out all at once, momentarily deforming the bubble before pulling her back into a fetal position, all while harmlessly wobbling back into shape.

         Once the taller woman stopped struggling, she took a moment to catch her breath, only for the bubbles to rise again, much to her surprise as well as her partner. Despite the wind being calm, their wobbly capsules began floating out of  the backyard, making their way over the top of the fence as Narla waved them goodbye. The taller woman stretched her hands against her bubble, sitting on her knees as she pressed her masked face against the membrane. “Hey! W-wait! Let us out!!!” she begged, trying not to look down as their bubbles rose higher and higher. Narla just wiggled her fingers at the two agents, feeling victorious as they floated out of sight. Once they were gone, Narla let out a sigh, sitting down on the poolside as she stared into the water and in deep thought. Even though she had avoided capture, she still failed to protect her identity, leaving her in an awkward place. The octopus made its way over to her, bumping against her knees which were dipped in the water as it lifted one of its tentacles up to her face.

         Gently rubbing her cheek, its bulb began making a soft purring sound, vibrating its rubber as if to imitate an affectionate pet. Narla smiled back at her companion, placing her hand on the tentacle rubbing her cheek while closing her eyes for a few moments. “I may not have a choice. But working for that company may not be so bad.” she said with a relaxed sigh, soothed by the soft jiggly appendage. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her inflatable, almost giggling at its gentle touch. “I’d be lying if I said I was a little tickled by the idea of modeling, do you think I’d look good in latex?” she asked sarcastically. The inflatable just lifted another tentacle up to her, poking her belly button and tickling her stomach through the spandex fabric of her one piece. Narla giggled, gently pushing the tentacle away from her belly as her cheeks blushed softly. “so you think so?” she cooed.

         In response, the inflatable lifted the tentacles from her belly and gently booped her nose. Smiling, she gave the octopus a bashful look as the same tentacle began rubbing her other cheek, tickling her further as she tried to hold back her giggles. “Oh what’s the harm in giving them a call, after all, they already paid me with the best toy they’ve got. ❤️” she said cheerfully. Then the inflatable suddenly puffed up its two tentacles till they were each 3 feet thick, wrapping behind her as it scooped her up and squeezed her against its bulb in a big squishy hug. “Awwwwww...” she cooed. Resting her butt on one of its round nubs, she allowed the inflatable to embrace her against its squishy rubber body. “I love you too...” the octopus responded by hugging her a little tighter, squeezing a tiny moan out of her as she closed her eyes in comfort.

         Even though she’d soon have to look for new work in that shady company, she also found herself a new cute squishy friend and partner, leaving her with no regrets. Meanwhile, the two rubber-suited women were now several blocks away, still floating about the neighborhood in their confining bubbles. Once the tall woman finally stopped struggling, she looked over to her partner, noticing that she was papping her hands against her bubble, as a trying to get her attention. Letting out a sigh, the taller woman reached up to the side of her mask, pressing her index finger on the button underneath her suit. “I think these bubbles are soundproof, use your com.” she said. Tilting her head up, reached up to her mask as well. also activating her com. “Whoopsies... forgot we had these.” she said with a giggle, gently bonking her head with her right hand.

         She then looked down at the houses and backyards passing beneath them, staring in awe at how well their bubbles supported their weight. However, the tall woman did her best to not look down, trying not to think of how high up they were. “Well, we’re not getting out of these things by ourselves, we should probably call the boss.” the shorter woman said, sounding surprisingly serious for the first time since they began their mission. the taller woman sighed, staring up at the sky as she leaned back and quick dialed their boss. “Hello girls.” The voice said in a deep playful tone. “Were you successful in acquiring our new acquisition?” she asked. The taller woman paused for a moment, afraid to answer as she looked over to her partner who also looked back nervously. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to explain herself to her superior. "No, there was a complication..." 

         There was a brief pause over the com, as if their superior was lost for words. "Excuse me?" the voice on the com asked with a displeased tone. "Have you forgotten that I can have those suits remotely contract around you should you fail me?" their boss reminded them threateningly. The taller woman was practically sweating underneath her mask, speaking of how to respond without sounding incompetent. Her coworker, on the other hand, squeezed her legs together in response, finding herself rather aroused at the thought of her suit getting tighter. Taking a breath, the taller woman gathered her thoughts, doing her best to remain collected. "You see, the toy we sent her didn't work as expected. It seems to have gone rogue," she explained. "What?" their boss exclaimed in surprise. "Not only that, but it captured us instead." the shorter woman added putting her finger up to her com.

         With another short pause, the two women waited for their superior to respond, the tall woman getting so nervous she almost forgot how high up they were in the air. "You failed to capture her? Explain..." the boss demanded. The tall woman took another deep breath before responding. "Well, when we arrived at her pool, the inflatable was completely empty. Once we got close enough to inspect it, the toy snatched us in its tentacles and trapped us inside. The next thing we knew, the spy emerged from the pool and began interrogating us with the help of the toy, it was completely loyal to her." she explained. "Wait a minute, it was following her orders?" the boss asked, sounding rather curious. "Not only that, it seemed to do whatever she wanted at the snap of her finger." the shorter woman added.

         "So... What did you tell her?" the boss asked. "Eh?" the taller woman meeped. "You said she interrogated you, what did you tell her? Did you manage to escape?" the boss asked. Both of the women looked at each other nervously, only for the shorter woman to break the silence. "We did manage to... escape... sort of... but all we mentioned was what you had planned for her, Nothing else." There was another suspenseful pause, the boss remaining speechless as if deciding how she was going to react. This very much worried the taller woman, half expecting her suit to suddenly contract around her in place of her superiors' response. "B-But there's good news!" she suddenly blurted, worried that her boss would lose her patience. "Oh?" the boss responded with intrigue. 

         "You see, while she was interrogating us, she asked about what kind of work you wanted her to do, and she actually seemed rather interested." she explained. "Did she now?" the boss asked. "Yeah she especially seemed to react when we mentioned the latex fashion." the shorter are women added. "Interesting..." the boss responded with a pleased tone. "So she'll come to us?" she followed up. The taller woman let out a relieved sigh. "From how she reacted, I believe she will. Besides with her identity at stake, she wouldn't have much choice anyway." she added. "Hmmmm..." the boss murmured while she pondered. "Well, she already knows where we operate, I suppose we'll see her on our doorstep in due time." Both women breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing against the cramped membranes of their bubbles.

         "However..." she followed up, now with an impatient tone. "You still lost our one-and-only inflatable octopus prototype. It couldn't do one simple job, and now we can't get it back to fix the problem. Now I'll have to scrap the whole thing." the taller woman shut her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the constricting squeeze that her suit would inflict upon her. The shorter woman watched as her coworker curled up into a fetal position, recognizing the distress in her posture. "Wait." she said, putting her finger back up to her com. "It's true we no longer have the original toy, but this doesn't mean that it's a failure." she said. The tall woman opened her eyes, looking over to her partner as she worried that this would only tick off their boss even more.

         "Explain" the boss demanded. "The toy bypassed the reprogramming our techs put into it, showing that it's not vulnerable to hacking, and that third parties won't be able to put malware into it." she calmly pointed out. "Not only that, it did so to protect her, probably because it recognized her as its new owner, even showing affection towards her like a cat." The tall woman was impressed with her coworkers' convincing interjection, surprised that she was even paying attention during their mission. "like a cat you say?" the boss asked, sounding baffled, but with a bit of a chuckle under her breath. "Miss, this proves that the toy works even better than we originally hoped, with a little tweaking we could start putting this thing on shelves. This could potentially get us out of debt, and save us from bankruptcy." the taller woman added.

         "Hmmmm... you have a good point. Perhaps your failure wasn't a total loss." the boss snickered with a surprisingly cheerful tone. "If that rubber octopus really ignored Its reprogramming specifically to protect who it thought to be its owner, we could be looking at a revolutionary product. Tamagotchi's be damned." The two women were relieved to hear their boss sounding pleased, almost forgetting that they were still trapped in floating bubbles. "Even if we can't get the original, we should start a second prototype as soon as possible. I want you to back In my office ASAP." the boss commanded. The two women went silent again, looking down below as they slowly passed the houses below. "About that..." the tall woman responded, putting her hand up to her com. "We're going to need extraction."

         "Extraction? Where are you exactly?" the boss asked. Slumping back into the wall of her bubble, the taller woman let out a long exhausted sigh as she stared up at the beautiful blue sky. Her coworker, however, giggled to herself in excitement, daydreaming about the new rubber octopus they would soon be making. Back at the spy's house, Narla wrapped a pink towel around her waist, still wearing her one-piece as she walked into her house. "Well, I've had enough excitement for today. I'll give that company a call in a few minutes and take the rest of the day to relax." she said. The octopus followed behind her, making its way out of the pool by using its nubs like little feet. Unfortunately, upon reaching the door, its large bulbous body only squeezed against the door frame, only able to get a little bit of its inflated hide through.

         "What are you doing!?" Narla gasped, watching as her toy strained to fit through the door. Running Over to the octopus as she pushed its inflated bulb out from the door before it could get stuck. "You're too big to fit in my house." she said, scooting the toy away before placing her hands on her hips. The octopus slumped its body forward, letting out a low disappointment squeak as it leaned against its owner. "I'm sorry sweetie... My house just isn't big enough for you to fit, and there's no way to get you inside either." she explained, gently rubbing her hands against its bulb. Just then, Narla could hear a soft hissing sound coming directly from her toy, soon followed by a strong breeze blowing from underneath its body. Her towel was blown off her waist and across her hall, nearly losing her footing from the sudden gust as the toy rapidly decreased to half of its size before settling.

         Now the same size as its owner, it immediately began to nuzzle its much smaller body against hers. Though surprised, Narla giggled and hugged it in her arms, relaxing against its slippery rubber as it cushioned her like a pillow. Letting out a giggling squeak, the octopus began rubbing itself against her front, causing the young woman to giggle even more. It almost felt a little intimate, how it nuzzled over her breasts and even glided against her belly, making her blush as she gently pushed it away. "Okay okay! You can come inside now." she smiled walking back inside as she tried to hide her rosy cheeks. The toy, however, being as observant as it was, took notice of her flustered expression, squeaking to itself in an almost snickering tone and following her inside like a puppy as it tip-taped its little nubs along the floor.

         Later on, Narla got herself ready for bed, the pool toy following her around like a cat even as she stripped down to her underwear. On the way to her room, she Got a 4 x 4' pink cushion from the closet, one big enough for a small mattress which she carried under one arm. Upon entering her room, she threw the cushion next to her bed and stretched her arms and legs out. "What a day!" she giggled, collapsing face-first onto her cozy mattress with a relieved sigh. Hearing the inflatable tip tap into her room, Narla turned over onto her back just in time for the toy to hop on top of her with a soft squeak. "Oof! hahaha!" Narla was surprised as it pounced her, but giggled as it harmlessly crawled on top of her, even reaching up to pet its slippery bulb. The octopus began to vibrate its rubber against her hands, purring softly as she caressed its surface.

         Despite its air-filled body, it still had a bit of heft to its weight, making it strangely comfortable for Narla as it lay on top of her. Leaning up as much as she could, she kissed the toy on one of its nubs, feeling it nuzzle her back in response. Laying back down against the bed, she looked up at its bulb with a calm smile. "Thank you for protecting me today, if you hadn't freed me and stopped those intruders, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the rest of my day off." she said hugging its nub. "You're the best toy... no... You're the best friend a woman could ask for." With a symphony of happy squeaks, the toy bobbed wiggled on top of her, Practically jumping with excitement like a happy puppy. Feeling its weight jiggle on top of her body, the young woman had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning as she gently pulled herself out from under it. "Okay calm down." she chuckled, sitting up as she petted it some more.

         Narla then wrapped her arms underneath the toy's bulb and give it another big hug, the toy letting out a calming little squeak in response. "I'm afraid my bed is a little too small for the two of us, but we can still sleep together. ❤️" Narla smiled, pointing to the cushion that she had put next to her bed. Leaning over to the side, the octopus took a gander at the comfy-looking pillow, squeaking eagerly as it suddenly bounced off of Narla's bed like a bunny, causing the mattress to shake. With a squeaky Pomf, the octopus landed directly on the pink pillow, spinning in a circle and tip-tapping its nubs like a dog before nuzzling itself down onto the cushion. Narla watched from the side of the bed as her new inflatable friend got comfy, laying down on her belly with both of her hands rested on her cheeks. Reaching down, she petted her inflatable's bulb as it let out a happy rubbery purr.

         "Good night sweetie." she giggled, reaching over to the switch next to her bed before turning out the lights. That night, Narla Slept like a rock, her sleeping face still smiling as she had pleasant dreams of relaxing in her pool. However, her new friend was wide awake, swaying its bulb side to side while waiting patiently for its owner to wake up. However, since balloons don't need to sleep, that patience didn't last long. The toy knew humans had the rest, at least until the sun came up. But after only two hours watching over its owner, the clock now striking past midnight, it began feeling even more needy than usual. Tip-tapping off of its pillow, the inflatable gently hopped onto the edge of Narla's bed, sitting there silently as it watched her sleeping face.

         Its bulb blushed a soft shade of pink as it watched her, extending one of its nubs into a tentacle and nuzzled the side of her cheek. Narla giggled as the soft rubber brushed against her face, feeling its tickling touch in her sleep. The inflatable squeaked softly, as if letting out a dreamy sigh. All the toy could think about was how much it loved its owner, wanting nothing more than to protect her and shower her with affection. For every moment the toy watched her sleep, the more fond of her, thinking of the brief but pleasant memories it had made with her during their meeting. The inflatable didn't want to wake her up, but it also couldn't stand the idea of waiting another six hours for her to wake up. With that, the toy's more mischievous nature began to surface, thinking of all the fun things it wanted to do with her when she woke up.

         Getting excited, the toy thought back to when she was inside of its bulb, hearing the sounds of her blissful laughter when it was teasing her. Even when it was under the influence of its reprogramming, it learned of all of her most sensitive spots, as well as where she seemed to enjoy being touched the most. By now, the toy had a pretty detailed memory of Narla's nervous system, but all it could think about was how much it wanted to hear her laugh. With that, the toy brought two of its tentacles out and begin taking her blanket off. With a slow careful motion, the inflatable pulled the blanket off of her underwear-clad body and folded it at the end of her bed. Looking over her body, the toy immediately drew its attention to her legs, And gently began wrapping its two tentacles over her ankles.

         With that, the octopus slowly massaged her calves, rubbing them up and down and causing the young woman to moan in her sleep. Tiny knots could be felt in her legs, probably left over from when she struggled against the tickling watch the octopus was eager to make up for. Without waking her up, the octopus kneaded out all of the little cramps in her ankles. The Young woman squirmed just a bit, smiling as the smooth squishy tentacles pleasantly stroked her, fixing up her muscles with every little touch. Once the octopus was finished fixing up her calves, it moved its tentacles up to her thighs and gave them a nice teasing rub. The slumbering young woman let out another comforting moan, now dreaming that she was being massaged at a spa by a professional. The octopus could feel her sense of pleasure through her voice, movements ,and even the nerves in her legs, continuing its gentle treatment but being careful not to wake her.

         The more it massaged her, the more her moans grew, squirming against her tentacles and making it harder not to wake her. Though hesitantly, the octopus ceased its massage, leaving Narla in a comforting state has she continued to sleep. Though happy that its owner was sleeping peacefully, it still wasn't satisfied, as its massage while effective, with all too brief. The toy still wanted to show her his affection, to shower her with it's ever-growing love, but seeing as it was still only midnight it just couldn't wait that long. Unable to contain its patience, the toy's mischievous side got the better of it, extending its tentacles and bringing them together above her sleeping body. The octopus began to knead and rub its inflatable appendages against one another, the same way a spider would when weaving a web. When it was finished, it unraveled its tentacles to reveal a shiny translucent sheet, much like the rubber it was comprised of.

         The sheet wasn't just see-through, it also wobbled with every movement the tentacles made, almost like some kind of plastic jelly. Carefully, the octopus lowered the sheet over its sleeping owner, wiggling its bulb as it let out a tiny giggle in anticipation. Then, stretching the sheen out further, it swiftly brought its tentacles down and tucked them underneath Narla, warping the membrane over her and forming a bubble around her body. With that, Narla floated just a couple inches off of her mattress, allowing the octopus to bring its tentacles back into its nubs. The young woman remained asleep, cradled in a small but accommodating bubble keeping her body leveled and perfectly supported without causing her any discomfort. The octopus's bulb turned a soft shade of pink, as it blushing while it watched Narla float in her new bubble.

         Even though it wasn't the same, having her sleep peacefully in his bubble was almost like it was indirectly cuddling her. It was like another way of keeping the young woman close and safe, giving the octopus a sense of satisfaction as it watched over her. In fact, felt very similar to when she was inside if it's bulb, just that lovely feeling of having her inside. Even as Narla rolled over to shift her position, the bubble would keep its surface consistent, keeping her neck, head, back, and shoulders perfectly balanced, supporting her weight like memory foam. While the bubble hovered gently above the bed, the octopus suddenly noticed it was floating off to the side. Worried that the bubble would bump against the wall and wake her up, the octopus used one of its tentacles to slowly nudge it back into the center of the bed causing it to wobble slightly as a result.

         "Mmmmm..." the young woman moaned, her expression changing as she began to squirm. Narla was beginning to wake up, the octopus wiggling nervously as it realized that was nothing it could do about it. The first thing the young woman realized was how comfy she felt, her bed feeling a lot squishier than usual. With a soft whimper, she stretched her arms and legs out, feeling the elastic membrane stretching on her hands and feet. Opening her eyes, she quickly adjusted to the dark and noticed the translucent sheen surrounding her. "Ehh?" Though surprised, it didn't take her long to figure out what she was in, placing her arms to the sides of her bubble as she slowly sat up to get her footing. The first thing she noticed was her new pet inflatable sitting on the side of her bed, less than a foot away from her jiggly prison.

         The octopus let out a low worried squeak, slumping its inflatable body down as it prepared to be scolded. However, Narla just smiled at the toy. "Sweetie, I know you're eager to play. But can you let me out of his bubble?" she asked, placing her hands against the membrane in front of her as she leaned forward. "I have to visit my new boss tomorrow, and I want to be well-rested in case they try to capture me again." The octopus was relieved that she wasn't mad, able to understand her speech through the bubble by reading her lips, but disappointed that it had clumsily woken her up. Though hesitantly, it lifted its tentacles and brought them over her bubble, preparing to peel the membrane apart and let her out. Now that she was awake, there was no point keeping her in the bubble... or was there?

         The octopus paused for a moment, its tentacles now lingering still around her bubble. Confused, Narla tapped the membrane of her prison. "Sweetie?" she asked, puzzled as to why her pet suddenly froze. Meanwhile, the toy had a rather devious thought, realizing that even if it released her from the bubble, it would still take her a while to go back to sleep, unless she was exhausted. The octopus then let out a tiny high-pitched squeak, struggling to contain its excitement as it wiggled its bulb. Narla recognized the mischievousness in her toy's body language, and I didn't take her long to realize that her toy was giggling. "N-no games ok... Just let me out of the bubble." she said, unable to hide the nervousness in her voice. With that, the octopus reached down to the bubble with two of its tentacles, but instead of grabbing the surface, they pushed into the film as if trying to penetrate it.

         The tentacles pushed through the bubble, permeating through the membrane without popping and grabbing both of her wrists. Narla was relieved as the tentacles pulled both of her hands through the top of the surface with a soft pop, feeling the film of the gelatinous membrane slip around and over her wrists. But instead of lifting her out of the bubble any more than that, the tentacles Unraveled from her upper wrists, leaving only her hands free. "Huh?" Confused, Narla tried to push the rest of her arms out of the bubble, but the membrane only stretched out slightly with her hands before pulling her back down. Since that didn't work, she tried pulling her hands back in, but the same thing happened the bubble jiggling back into shape and keeping her hands above her head. It was like the membrane was sealed around her wrists.

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4/25/21

         "Eh..." Not sure what to think, Narla looked back down at the octopus to see its tentacles reaching underneath her. Permeating through the floor of her bubble, the octopus then coiled her ankles and pulled them through the membrane as well, leaving them stuck just like her hands. And of course, she was unable to pull her feet back in, or out for that matter, only stretching the membrane so far before pulling itself back into shape. Gulping nervously, she immediately thought back to the last time she was bound like this earlier the previous day, and what was sure to follow. "W-what are you doing?" Narla asked, gulping nervously as she subtlety tugged at her hands and feet. Slowly and teasingly, the octopus extended its puffy tentacles around her, inching closer and closer to both her hands and feet.

         Knowing that there's nothing she could do, Narla gently bit her bottom lip as the tentacles poked her soles and palms. With that, the octopus began to rub her, stroking it the nubs of its appendages how long her hands and feet, starting off slow and gentle. Though subtle, a small smile began to curl up on Narlas's face, her skin tingling against the smooth rubber. Not saying a word, she shook her head at her pet, begging it to stop before it went any further. Ignoring her pleas, this only encouraged the inflatable to continue teasing her, playfully rubbing the more sensitive areas of her hands and feet as it got harder for her to hide her smile. "Pffff..." Sucking in her lip, Narla almost let out a giggle as she began to fidget inside of the bubble. Despite her helpless position she continued tugging on her hands and feet, hoping to escape the teasing tentacles.

         At this point, she could tell that the octopus knew all of her most vulnerable spots, but couldn't do anything about it. However, what really concerned Narla, was that it seemed to be ignoring her commands and pleas to stop. Instead, the octopus seemed to take pleasure in its own mischievousness. Then, the octopus started stroking her hands and feet, as it began wiggling its tentacles against them. "Pffff... Mmmph..." Tiny puffs of laughter escaped Narla's lips as she struggled to keep herself together, the octopus now tickling her more effectively as it rubbed its slippery appendages against her soles and palms. Narla was fussing even more now, keeping her mouth puckered, and struggling to keep her muffled giggles silent. However, since her bubble was still soundproof, her giggles were only audible to her.

         Since the bubble wasn't as big as the octopus's bulb, she wasn't completely suspended inside, allowing her butt to rest on the bottom membrane, with a bit more movement in her arms and legs. However, with her hands held above her head, she was forced to sit upright as she wiggled about. In an attempt to keep herself from squirming, she squeezed her thighs together, but still couldn't stop. Narla just couldn't overcome her body's reactionary response to the tickling, wiggling uncontrollably and causing her bubble to wobble around her. But while she squirmed inside, constantly moving and shifting around, the bubble kept her hands and feet completely in place, making it much easier for the inflatable octopus to tickle her. Whenever she pulled or moved her hands and feet, the membrane would quickly pull her back in position with little effort.

         This method of bondage was actually a lot more effective than using its own tentacles, as the bubble's jiggly but un-poppapble structure made struggling much harder for the young woman. This allowed the octopus to focus on tickling her, rather than having to keep her still by itself. Narla kept herself under control, for the most part, holding her laughter in with muffled giggles, as her mouth tightly puckered. But the longer the tickling went on, the harder it got to hold back, it felt like her laughter was just building up until her cheeks began to puff. Unable to hold it in, she burst out into laughter, with a wide-open smile breaking out with it. Closing her eyes, the reverberated with the sound of her laughs, squirming even more as she could no longer hold herself back.

         Narla fussed so much that it caused the membrane surrounding her to wobble like a water balloon, practically bouncing inside as she continued to laugh. Seeing as its owner could no longer resist the urge to squirm, it let out a happy little squeak as it kept her in a state of constant laughter. Though her laughs could be heard through the sound-proof membrane, just seeing her helpless but innocent smile was enough to bring a subtle blush to its bulb. Already exhausted from her eventful day, Narla quickly began to lose energy, not fussing nearly as much as she was 30 seconds ago. She knew that she was trapped and couldn't do anything about the merciless tickling, quickly accepting defeat as all she could do was laugh and fuss as her eyes grew tired. Fortunately, knowing that she wasn't in any danger, she didn't put up much of a fight to begin with.