The tendrils churn and writhe inside Gura's rectum, stretching her inner walls obscenely as they push ever deeper into her bowels.
Each undulating motion sends ripples across the surface of Gura's expansive backside, jiggling and bouncing hypnotically.
Muffled wet sounds emanate from between Gura's splayed cheeks as more appendages force their way into her occupied orifice, packing her impossibly fuller still.
Gura whimpers softly in her sleep, her subconscious registering a strange sensation but unable to fully comprehend it.