Jag’s fire red hair flew behind her as she threw her shirt off. She loved Fridays… as much as she trained herself, pushed her body harder and harder, she allowed herself one day a week to rest. Heck, even god did that, right?

Today she’d come to the usual spot she worked out, though with a different purpose. The small lagoon had looked so inviting all week, she couldn’t resist coming back today in a slightly different attire.

She hung her white button up shirt on a nearby branch, exposing her large chest, clad only in a black string bikini. It served to accentuate the young woman’s curved figure, the swell of her breasts filling out the garment, her flat stomach bare. She likewise lowered her jeans and revealed a matching set of bottoms, laced together on the side, not hiding her toned thighs.

She actually laughed as she ran and dived head first into the nice, cool waters, not so cold that it was unpleasant, only enough to feel good on the hot summer day. As she surfaced, she began to tread water, then shifted and floated on her back for a while, her long red hair fanning out in her wake.

During his rare journeys onto dry land, Cukoo had found a small lagoon on the island. Since his body required water environments, he knew that this spot would be good to stop and rest his body after traveling over land for so long. Also, if he were lucky, he might come across a young girl at this lovely spot, seeing how the girls of this island seemed to love swimming as much as him.

His black, blobbish form had laid on the bottom of the lagoon for quite some time on this particular day. Feeling frustration, Cukoo was about to retreat back to his ocean home, when he sensed the presense of a young girl nearby. His dark blue eyes stared upwards and saw a lovely young girl swimming gently through the water, her tight black swimsuit clinging to her slender body. Quietly laughing to himself, Cukoo began to float towards the surface of the lagoon, his dark eyes lashed on the young girl floating above him.

Jag continued to float obliviously on the surface, tuning out everything around her and actually allowing herself to relax. Had she still held her full memories, she would have known better, but she was still coming to grips (again) with the fact that the island was never safe, especially in the forest, and when you’re alone. And for a loner like Jag…

Her thoughts were elsewhere, on the chemistry test she had on Monday, on why on earth she had taken chemistry in the first place, on that strange recurring dream she had, with another student whom she had never met.

She didn’t suspect for a minute that she was in danger, and let her body float easily along in the water, hair forming a trail in her meandering path, the sun’s rays slowly tanning her just barely tanned skin.

As Cukoo's large, blobbish body floated upwards in the water, he could better make out the young girl's body. She certainly had a lovely form, with her hips and thighs forming smooth curves around her body. Staring long and hard at her, Cukoo longed to take the girl for his own, draining her of all her sexual energies.

Several thick tentacles began to extend slowly out of his black form, move upwards in the water towards the lovely girl. Floating just inches underneath her, Cukoo would soon force himself upon her.

Jag’s eyes finally fluttered open as she continued to float. She could swear she just felt the water shift, ripple… something. But looking side to side, she decided nothing was wrong. The teen stared up into the sky for a second and formed a smile across her lips before shutting her eyes again to block out the sun. It was so peaceful here…

In an instant, Cukoo shot his thick tentacles out of the water. Several thick tentacles lashed around the girl's legs, quickly binding her knees and ankles together. Another thick tentacles shot around her wrists, binding them over her head.

Cukoo's massive body began to slowly emerge of the water. His blobbish body dwarfed the girl, easliy standing eight feet tall. As the thick tentacles around her wrists and ankles tightened, Cukoo lifted her out of the water, holding his lovely captive in front of his dark, blue eyes.

The teen’s eyes flashed open as things exploded from the water all around her, wrapping tight around her ankles first, and then her wrists before she could even respond to the first problem. The things drug her wrists above her head, pulling her limbs taut.

Something else, much larger, rose from the water beside her, looming over the average sized woman. The things around her limbs tightened and pulled on them even harder, laying out her body like a table for the thing, her large chest like two fruit sitting out on the flat expanse of her tummy.

She struggled against it though she couldn’t really even move due to the way it was holding her body. “What the hell… let me go you beast!” She screamed.

As several more tentacles began to wrap around the girl's bound wrists and ankles, a large hole began to open up in the front of the massive blob, forming what looked like a huge mouth. The inside of the mouth was lined with hundreds of thin tentacles and a long, black tongue.

Suddenly, a huge laugh entered the air as Cukoo spoke to the young girl. "Hello my dear," said the blobbish form, "you look delicious." As he said that, two thick tentacles shot out from his body and lashed around her breasts, squeezing them slowly through the thin fabric covering her breasts. Another large laugh entered the air, as Cukoo's dark eyes wandered across the girl's body, looking at her smooth, soft form wiggling and squirming in front of him.

“I swear it’s always…” she started, nearly growling like an animal, though she was cut off by her own gasp as it’s tentacles encircled her large mounds, squeezing at the firm flesh of the teen’s breasts.

They always went for her chest first, like they knew it was her weakness somehow.

“Nng… let go… of me… you… whatever the hell… you are…” She said, struggling both for freedom and to fight down her body’s reactions to his tentacles, though already her nipples were swelling against the stretchy fabric of her bathing suit. Her smooth belly fluttered with each breath in and out as her struggles lessened under his ministrations to her chest.

As the thick tentacles around her breasts tightened and squeezed slightly harder, Cukoo's long tongue began to slide out of his mouth. The black, slimy tongue began to slide around the girl's hips and thighs, tasting her soft, smooth skin. Cukoo laughed slightly at the long tongue slid further up her body, wrapping around her belly and licking the skin around her belly button. She certainly tasted wonderful, and she would give him all the sexual energies he required.

The long tongue continued to rub and slid around her body as the thick tentacles around her breasts squeezed and massaged the soft mounds of flesh, making her tits poke against the thin fabric of the bikini top.

Jag felt the pressure around her young breasts increase, making them further stand off her body as her nipples continued to swell against the fabric, until it was very obvious she was getting aroused by it.

At the same time, its tongue began questing over her body, disgusting at first, but as it circled around her belly, she felt her eyes flutter. How was it doing this? It was as if it knew her body better than she herself. Her arousal was already getting too hard to hide, try as she might, her body was desperately craving what it was doing to her.

Cukoo laughed loudly, sensing the girl's arousal increasing. The thick tentacles around her breasts squeezed and massaged her breasts slightly faster, forcing her tits to stand further off her chest with each squeeze. His long tongue continued to taste the young girl's soft skin, leaving a thin trail of slime behind it.

Suddenly, the end of the long tongue began to press against the top of the thin bikini bottom the young girl was wearing. His black tongue suddenly pressed underneath the front of her bikini, rubbing slowly against her sex lips. Cukoo laughed loudly again, forcing his tentacles and tongue to continue to tease the young girl.

The teen’s smooth belly fluttered as it continued to pump and try to milk her breasts, her swollen tits looking set to rip through the thin fabric. Her face was showing her inner struggle not to give in to this thing, or really, to her body… much as it wanted her to right now… and it was getting more and more persuasive as he squeezed her sensitive breasts.

Its tongue found the top of her bikini and slowly slid down inside, running over her sex lips, drawing a shudder from the young woman, her lips parting slightly in a gasp as her eyes closed.

Sensing the young girl's arousal building, Cukoo's tongue began to press slightly harder against the girl's sex lips, rubbing up and dow against her squirming body. The thick tentacles around her breasts squeezed and massaged the soft mounds of flesh tightly, forcing her small bikini top to stretch to it's limits.

Two think tentacles suddenly began to extend out of Cukoo's mouth and wrapped around the straps of her bikini top, slowly pulling the strings. Another loud laugh escaped Cukoo's mouth as the thin tentacles pulled the strings apart, about to yank the top right off the girl's wet body.

The girl squirmed in increasing arousal as it pressed around her mounds, pumping them and squeezing them to their limits, the bikini fabric straining to its limits along with her firm titflesh. It drug its smooth tongue over her warm slit slowly, already wet with something besides the lagoon’s waters, and much sweeter.

She barely noticed the tentacles working at her top until the strings fell free, the top held on only by gravity.