Hell, there it was again. That burning, pleasuring heat slowly pooling in the pit of his stomach, making Gamzee squirm and shudder. The tall troll stood up from where he was examining one of the rotting bodies of his friends, partially eaten away at.
It was hard to find food behind everyone's backs.
He strode to the far corner to try and get himself calmed down. Why did he have to spend so long looking over Nepeta? Nepeta and her subtle but cute curves, soft hair, smooth skin-
He cut off his train of thought quickly as it seemed to make his situation worse, down below. Suddenly, something caught his eye, an empty Faygo bottle he had long ago leeched from and never tossed away. He imagined how nice and tight the plastic would feel, clenched around his bulge, and decided it wouldn't be that bad of an idea. No one would hear, no one would ever know, and they would all just end up dead anyways for their wicked sins.
Gamzee grabbed the bottle, examining it. It didn't look like anything would get caught on his bulge and hurt him. He wasn't worried about anything not fitting, his tentacle member was more than capable of squeezing out of any tight spot, not without experiment. He murmured his approval and sat back against the wall, moving down his pants and boxers so that his fully unsheathed bulge could squirm along his thighs. He pushed the articles down far, safe from being ruined by his material if he made a mess. He guided his bulge to the Faygo bottle, watching almost boredly as his bulge pushed in and the pleasure started up.
Gamzee hissed as he hips bucked against his control, making him moan out greedily. He pushed the bottle down deeper around him till it was positioned around the base of his bulge. He watched the slithery appendage through the clear plastic, almost a little weirded out.
Almost.
He gripped the bottle tightly and began to move it, unsure of how to move his arm at first but soon picking up speed, watching as his precum gathered in the bottom of the bottle. He wasn't all that interested in that as a fact, but moreover a gasping and moaning mess as he moved it to his liking, finishing much quicker than he would have normally.
The bottle was so tight it threw him over the edge early, making his thickening bulge, stiff with material, get caught in the neck of the bottle as his material spilled and filled the bottle, and Gamzee found out something uncomfortable. He couldn't move the bottle with how swollen his bulge was. He tried to move it, but he just hissed in pain. Panicking, he grabbed his huskphone and contacted his one and only friend.
TC: dude what the hell do you do when you get your bulge motherfucking stuck in shit
CG: WHAT
CG: THE LITERAL FUCK
CG: IT TOOK YOU THREE WEEKS TO CONTACT ME
CG: TO ASK ME THIS
CG: FIND OUT FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF