The day of the tentacles - a short story from my own attempt at AI images

[hankstr]

The tropical beach was secluded. A sign had long ago been posted long ago but it was weather worn now rendering it all but illegible. Perhaps if it was readable the girls would have driven to another beach, one that was not marked with a warning about tentacles. Nevertheless, they parked their jeep and walked down the overgrown trail to the beach. They giggled about who would wear what to the dance club tonight as they proceeded to apply tanning oil to their supple bodies and stretch out on towels. Nobody noticed the small swirl in the water.

 

[SirMGBZ]

Tentacles are not normally my thing, but I definitely want to see where this is going.

 

[aaalexiaaa]

Tentacles finally target someone who's not Asian. I knew they weren't racists!

 

[hankstr]

As the tentacles were having their way with the hapless coeds, men rushed from out of the nearby jungle to join in the fray. Did these indigenous men command the tentacles? So it seemed. Nevertheless the girls were outnumbered and surrounded by both men and tentacles. There was no escape.

 

[fallenmystic]

I have to wonder how many people here would get the reference. Ah... good memories.

 

[hankstr]

The sunbathing coeds were overwhelmed by the lascivious tentacles coming out of the water and the sex crazed men running out of the forest. Throbbing cocks and wriggling appendages simultaneously spurted creamy white cum on the hapless bikini clad girls. The tropical beach was remote leaving little hope of rescue.