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Artist: Maruto!
The Graft is probably the weirdest thing in the world of my captions. It will probably not appear directly in many of my captions for at least a long time though, because I can't really find any art matching what I envision the surface to look like.
The Graft was perhaps the oldest known living thing in the world. It was an unmoving, immense monster, covering an incredible portion of land in an obscene fleshscape.
Many of its many body parts were uncannily humanoid in appearance, and nobody alive today knew of its origin.
Most people stood clear of it, as most who stepped onto it either became a part of its ecosystem, or returned different from how they had entered, and it was slowly, but constantly growing and engulfing more of the world.
Regardless of this, there were those who ventured onto it. Ferris was one of these so-called Graft Hunters. He worked alone and in the far north, where due to the cold the Graft was known to be more calm, and its limbs moved more slowly.
As usual today, he left his warm coat behind on the branch of a tree near the Graft's outskirts, before running onto it with only the minimum amount of baggage.
Ferris makes sure not to fall into any of the beast's caves and orifices as he runs across the smooth surface of its skin. Eventually he reaches the range of mountainous breasts he had seen from a distance.
He approaches the lake, taking a couple of glass bottles from his bag. With some ropes he e then lowers the bottle into the milk, being careful not to drop his glasses in as he fills the bottles. Finally, he pulls the bottles back out, corking them all one by one.
On the other side, he finds what he had hoped to see, a lake of its breast milk. Though these were among the primary sources of sustenance of creatures that lived on the Graft, it was one of the safest things one could harvest from the Graft, as it wouldn't agitate it.
He approaches the lake, taking a couple of glass bottles with ropes attached from his bag. He then lowers the bottle into the milk, being careful not to drop his glasses in as he fills the bottles. Finally, he pulls the bottles back out, corking them all one by one.
"Nice..." Ferris smiles as he stands up and stashes his successful haul into his bag, closing it to make sure none of the milk sticking to the bottles or the ropes would leak out onto him.
He turns around, swiftly beginning to make his way back to where he came from. It all goes well, until he reaches the very edge of the Graft. As he walks over the tendrils covering the land surrounding the Graft, the ground beneath him suddenly gives in.
Ferris falls into a fleshy blue cave, with walls lined in tentacles. Worse, the bottles in his bag break under him, poking holes into his bag, and cutting into his back and the floor.
"-Aah! Shit, dammit!"
He quickly scrambles to his feet, and tries to climb back out through the hole he fell through. As the milk seeps through his bag and clothes, it heals the cuts he got from the broken glass, but his skin becomes unusually soft where it touches him.
He ignores that as he continues though, but before he can get out, he hears a rumbling and a deep moaning in the distance, and he feels the wall he is climbing begin trembling for a few seconds.
Almost immediately after, blue tentacles begin separating from the walls and the floor, one of which soon wraps itself around his leg and yanks him down.
Ferris falls down and yelps again. More tentacles quickly grab onto his arms and legs, preventing him from getting away. Some of the tentacles grab and lift his bag. After poking and squeezing it for a bit, the tentacles suddenly hoist Ferris' bag above him, where they begin squeezing the milk out of it.
As more of the Graft's milk falls onto him, his body begins to absorb it, and it begins to change. More of his skin smoothens, with the smoothness now spreading past where the milk is touching him directly. Though they were never particularly well-defined, his muscles deflate somewhat as his body shrinks, making it even harder for him to fight the tentacles off.
The tentacles then slide under his clothes and tear them all open, exposing his body just in time for him to see a pair of breasts swelling onto his chest, and the last of his manhood slipping away.
The tentacles now had new goals, and immediately went for them. Some of them coiling around the new girl's tits as another immediately takes her virginity. They strip off her clothes completely, and toss them, along with her bag and glasses, to the side.
As she screams, another one of the tentacles shoots towards her, pushing itself into her mouth and muffling her screams. The tentacles then continue groping her and thrusting into her. Gradually, her body went limp, and her muffled screams turned to moans as the assault went on for hours and hours.
The Graft did eventually calm down, letting her go. Luckily, she managed to find the coat after she climbed back out of the hole, without which she likely wouldn't have been able to make it home through the cold climate. Though she had made it out with both her body and mind relatively intact, her life was forever changed by the incident.
