A Wonderful Journey
Grawp sighed as he strolled along the lake in his tuxedo and slippery creamed-corn bowtie. "Uggmmhh," he stated indignantly, as he sat upon a crumbling, rodent-filled log on the
bank. "Mmhhugneeung." Suddenly, a large moss-colored tentacle rose from the surface of the lake and slapped the bank in a seductive and jelly-filled manner. Grawp, startled,
jumped up and shrieked like a banshee. What the hell was that!
He waded into the lake and stepped into a cleverly concealed portal to the giant squid's underwater sea palace. He was teleported to said palace, and lay whimpering on the nice
tiled floor like a baby seahorse struggling for oxygen. He glanced around and noticed said baby seahorses littering said nice tiled floor, apparently dead. Grawp sighed with relief.
Oxygen-deprived baby seahorses were his greatest fear.
The giant squid lay Grawp's lifeless and beefy body onto his enormous squishy fluid-filled sac-bed. He proceeded to massage Grawp's lovely sickly-gray-green-orange-purple-
paisley-tangerine-yellow jaundiced baby-soft skin with his suctioney grayish moist tentacles. Grawp was awake the whole time! He kept his eyes shut cleverly, enjoying his slippery
STD-infested massage. The giant squid slipped his poo-flavored tentacle into Grawp's prepared and prone potty-hole, and Grawp squirmed with delight as his boyhood fantasy
played out in front of his very eyes.
He spread the giant squid's large and meaty pussy lips to gain access to his tender and secretive virgin mining cave. He crawled inside, all the way singing his favorite campfire song,
full of adult content and translated into giant-speak. He reached the glowing core of the squid, and began prodding it with a dead baby seahorse wrapped in bacon, the almightiest
of breakfast meats. The squid erupted like a vomit-filled volcano, and ejected all of his meaty, tender, delicious organs. Grawp slid squishily out of the squid's beak-mouth, encased
in a flexible and stylish fluid-filled sac. Little did Grawp know that he would feed off of the placenta for the rest of his days.
He continued to pleasure the squid by pounding his sharp and hairy penis into the squid's pleasure-tentacle. He eventually escaped from the squid's palace-torture-cave, and when
he arrived at his woodlice-infested tree trunk hole home, he squatted and shat out the squid babies that had been resting in his abdominal cavity.
The End