The Labyrinth Hotel (9)

Pascal's whimpers of enjoyment grew more and more pitiful sounding as the tentacle continued to pump his poor swollen belly full of sticky blue goop. He'd officially surpassed the size he was with the eggs and was now straining to stay standing up right.

"Ooooh g-gosh, a-are you nearly done? I c-can only take so much at once big fella!" The dalmatian finally had clarity enough to speak up for himself.

Perhaps it was coincidence, perhaps it was his request, but the tentacle rubbing his ear snaked around to his front and booped his nose as the one in his rear steadily stopped spurting and began to snake out. The dog let out a wobbly huff as his tailhole was stimulated by the constant rubbing on the way out, but eventually it slid completely free. He could feel his butt dripping with the goop, but this was ok with him... he didn't mind his hole gaping a bit, it gave him butterflies in his belly knowing he'd been so heavily used. It would eventually close back up anyways. He set his other paw down as the third tentacle let go, and as the three of them snaked back towards the drain one of them waved goodbye, then grabbed the cover and slid it back into place. With that, they had vanished.

Pascal let out a sigh of relief. He'd greatly enjoyed that little surprise, and the sheer amount of canine cum still dripping down the walls of the shower showed this. He could still feel his swollen penis twitching, but it had lost its ability to stick up and was simply dangling and hanging between his legs. This was ok too, it felt kinda nice after all. But now the dog had the difficult task of getting out of the bathroom. His tummy was massive, and it occasionally rumbled as air moved around inside.

"Hoo... ok, I can do this, I've done this before, just one step at a time."

He took things slow. The dog was used to having a large load inside his middle at this point, he had years of experience. The trick was keeping a bridge between himself and something sturdy. So one hand stayed firmly against the wall as he shimmied out of the shower, then eventually out of the bathroom. A blue trail of goop was left as his gaping anus dripped with it, but he was already starting to tighten back up. He was looking at the big comfy bed now, a bit of a gap between the wall and his place of rest. He steadily turned, faced the wall, and leaned back as his butt landed perfectly on the edge of the mattress. His belly wobbled and forced a tiny little "oomf!" out of him, but he was finally safe.

What Pascal had failed to notice in his quest to move... hardly twenty feet... were all the tiny little figures hiding in the shadows of his room. As he slid himself up into bed and sprawled out on his back he naturally let his legs spread to the corners, then flopped his arms up and back pointing at the top corners. It was as if he was helping, yet he had no idea what was in store for him.

Suddenly a tiny voice shouted out, "FIRE!" and Pascal's eyes widened as his ears perked. What the hell? He was going to sit up and see what was going on but his belly was simply too big. Instead what happened was he looked to his left and watched as a rope shot up over the edge of the bed as a group of three little mice climbed up over it, a grappling hook at the end of said rope. He was stunned. His total shock and confusion was so immense that he failed to realize what was going on. He simply laid there dumbstruck as tiny little mice all followed out some kind of coordinated plan. Down at the foot of his bed (a place he couldn't see very well anyways) were two more groups with their own ropes. He looked to his right, and there was the fourth. All of them worked swiftly as they wrapped the ropes around his wrists and ankles, then knotted them tight.

"H-hey wait a minute!" He finally snapped out of his shock, but it was too late.

"Pull!" The same tiny voice shouted, and all four of Pascal's limbs were suddenly pulled tight by... well he couldn't see! He could only assume there were even more mice down on the ground tugging the ropes and tying the other ends to the feet of the bed.

"Nnnnf!" He let out a grunt, looking left and right as the mice finished up their handy work. He tested by pulling and squirming, but it was no use. They may have been small, but they knew what they were doing. Pascal was now bound to his bed by weight and by rope, his entire body vulnerable to the little vermin.

"O-oh ok, c-can we talk for a sec?! What is going on?!" He looked down at his paws and found one of the groups resting against his foot, all giving him a look of sly confidence. One thing he did notice was that each one sported a neat little haircut, a blue one infact!

"Right!" A little voice shouted again, this time climbing up onto the bed. He had a hood up, but threw it back and revealed his stunning blue hair as well. He marched up to the dog and looked him straight in the eyes, then shifted his gaze further down and raised an eyebrow at the enormous belly.

"Good work men! The order of the blue is once again gifted with an impressive specimen... rejoice and say aloud, Hazooooo!"

All the voices atop the bed... and many more below... all shouted out "Hazooooo!" in unison. Pascal's eyes widened further as he realized what happened in the shower may have only been part one of what was to come next.