[ WP ] Despite your struggles , you are unable to get off a toilet .

I had heard rumors of it happening, but had assumed it was just an urban legend. But here I am, trapped on the toilet seat. I thought a more secluded commode was a good idea at the time. I did n't want to subject others to the business that I had to do. But now as the tentacles wrapped tighter and tighter around my legs I am running out of ideas on how to get away. I have been here 4 hours now and no one has even attempted to open the door of the restroom on this rest stop off interstate 35. 
 They say it's an excruciatingly slow way to die. But my legs have gone completely numb, probably some kind of poison being injected into me from this abomination. A tentacle is working it's way up my stomach and my leg is being twisted back, but I can still feel no pain. Surprisingly, I am calm, despite what is happening. Even as small chunks of my body are being nibbled away by this thing. I want to panic, but it does n't seem to be letting me. 
 It's dark outside now. I can not see the light from under the door any more. My left leg is missing from the knee down now and tentacles are slowly consuming me. I hope I die soon, or that someone comes in... 
 I somehow fell asleep even with this thing on me. I woke up to the light shining under the door again. I would have called out long ago, except for the tentacle that it seem to be gagging me with. It does not seem to do anything except keep me quiet. My left arm is nearly gone except for bone now. 
 I still have n't seen anything resembling a face yet, only tentacles. It wo n't even let me feel my own hunger as this thing slowly devours me. It has a tentacle buried deep into my stomach. 
 It's starting to release me and I can feel it letting go. But it's just leaving me here, still wide awake and unable move. Slumped on the toilet, I glance down as the tentacles are receding back into the toilet. All that is left is my tattered body, what's left of it, and the egg that I can now see deposited where my stomach should have been. I look at the tendrils protruding from it, but instead of feeling pain, hunger, or fear, all my feeling have been replaced with the desire to protect this precious egg and feed it with my own body.
