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You can then let it subsist on your seed.
The Octopus is smart. It will learn that without it's beak, it cannot feed on anything else but your human seed that has to be milked from you.
Every morning, you will feel your clothes slide off and a damp weight on your lower half.
It will start pumping as fast as it can for it is hungry.
The animal gyrates its empty stomach and the folds of its brain rubbing on your glans, begging for nutrition.
You climax and give the marine creature it’s breakfast. The pumping slows down but doesn't stop to milk out the last few drops of its meal.
Looking into its yellow animal eyes, it looks back with a thousand-yard stare. This will be routine for all of its meals for the rest of it's 3-5 years on this god forsaken planet.
I learned a valuable lesson that day.
TIL that the human ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can stretch 8 centimeters without damage.
TL;DR: Stick to beating your meat, folks.
Edit: Thanks for the awards people!