December 31

December 31 

"On the seventh day of Christmas my true love made herself.... a siren swimming!" 

The next morning Emily drank her next potion almost immediately. The night before, the eggs did not stop coming, leaving Emily going through the erotic and draining experience of laying a clutch every two hours or so. Which meant a busy night of butt-fucking and nesting, and then when my poor body was unwilling to participate any longer, Emily dextrously fucking her own ass with her long, sinuous tail. I don't think I will ever forget the look of her face, pinched in pleasure and effort, as she buried her tail deep within her anus and shaking in pleasure as she squeezed egg after egg out of her cunt. It was certainly an erotic and weird evening. But for both us, it was also a pretty sleepless one. Emily's egg laying schedule meant that sleep only came in short 2 hour naps between periods of intense exertion. Which meant by the time morning had arrived and it was 'safe' for Emily to take her next potion, Emily was exhausted and ready to move on to the next thing. So she had me fetch the seventh bottle while she pushed out yet another clutch of eggs, and then drank the potion while I rigorously fucked her ass one last time to help speed up the process. 

Emily promptly fell into a deep sleep. 

***

The first thing I did was collect all of Emily's eggs and put them in her empty recycling bin and a large empty box from some holiday gift exchange. All told she laid 182 shiny red, fist sized eggs during the 16 hours or so she was oviparous. The next thing I did was construct a nest for myself on the couch and take a long, relaxing nap. Even though I wasn't laying eggs myself and was at best, a part time buttfucker, last night had left me exhausted too. 

After sleeping for a few hours I made myself a whopping breakfast, and since I was going to go out, I also assembled a large basket full of foodstuff to leave outside Emily's bedroom. I was worried she was too famished to fuel her change all the way, so this way she would be able to hopefully reach some food if she needed a meal. I left a very nice note. 

I had made lunch plans with a dear friend of mine who was in town for the holidays. Her name was Meredith, and we had been friends since high school. It was always a pleasure to see her, to revel in our old inside jokes, her wicked sarcasm, and her lopsided smile. I was pleased me managed to find time to meet up. Of course, I also had an ulterior motive: Meredith was a reporter by trade, one who worked the bleeding edge of the biotech beat. I wanted to know more about the company that made Emily's transformation, and figured out of everyone I knew, Meredith would probably know the most. 

At first we ordered lunch, quality pub fair and craft beers, and caught up. As curious as I was about 'KSG Industries', it was easy to make small talk since it was genuinely great to see my friend. But I guess I must have not done as good as job as I initially thought because when our post prandial Winter Ales, Meredith gave me a suspicious look. "Ian, is something on your mind, you seem a bit... distracted?" 

I laughed nervously. "Oh, uh, just something with Emily." 

"Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, it's, uh, great actually!" 

She frowned thoughtfully. "Emily doesn't have a bun in the oven does she?" 

I genuinely laughed this time. "More like a bunch of eggs! But just last night!" 

"What?" 

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." 

She laughed, looking at me a bit incredulously. "Try me, I can be pretty open minded." 

"Oookay...phew... here goes." So I laid out Emily's adventure, describing the transformations, while trying to skip over the sexier bits (with limited success because Meredith was curious and asked for lots of clarification), and explaining what little I knew about the transformation bottles and process. Meredith (aside from asking embarrassingly intimate questions) mostly nodded and looked thoughtful. When I finished she gave me a long appraising look. "What do you think?" I finally asked. 

"That Emily is way too fun for you!" 

I blushed. "That's not what I meant..." 

"I know! But jeez man, your girlfriend is one kinky and cool lady. You know how lucky you are right?" 

"Of course! But I'm a bit worried about what she might have gotten herself into. This is some weird stuff... and Emily can be a bit reckless in the pursuit of... fun." Meredith smirked. "Seriously though, should I be worried? Have you ever heard of anything like this before?" 

Meredith put on her serious face. "Maybe.... what did you say the company on the box was?" 

"KSG Industries. Have you heard of it?" 

"Mmmmaybe. I heard about something like this through a DOA contact." 

"Military!?" 

"Yeah. Apparently there was a company developing body modifying nanotechnology of some sort that could boost radically boost muscle mass or durability. And there were rumours that they could also do more... unusual things. Like make a soldier grow extra arms or breath underwater or other impossible things." 

"And this was KSG?" 

"I don't really know. I do know the program was discontinued pretty quickly." 

"Why? Was it unsafe!" 

"Easy there puss-puss. From what I heard it worked great and was safe." 

"Then what happened?" 

"I don't really know... but maybe the minds behind the program decided they didn't want to contract with the military. Maybe an attack of conscience? Maybe an attack of wants-to-be-a-millionaire? Or...." 

"Or?" 

"Or maybe they had a pervy imagination and thought it would be more fun to help people like Emily realize their desires?" 

"Why do you think that?" 

"Dunno, just a hunch. Tell you what though: I'll look into it and see what I can turn up. You've got me curious." 

"Think there's a story here?" 

"Something like that...." 

***

When I got back to the townhouse, I opened the door to find Emily's wicker beach bag, loaded with beach towels sitting by the door. It was definitely not there when I left, so Emily must have put it there. But, for the life of me, I couldn't think of why. 

"In here!" Emily shouted from the bathroom. I followed the sound of her voice and found the new her floating in a full bathtub. From the waist up she was her usual self, but from the waist down she was greatly altered. Instead of a pair of legs, Emily had 8 smooth, flexible tentacles! Her new limbs were oriented in a ring around her hips and each tentacle was a little longer than her legs were, and tapered to fine points. They were also completely boneless, a fact that was obvious from their constant writhing motion in the tub. Emily smiled at me coyly and slowly lifted her tentacles and splayed them out of the bath tub revealing her altered genitals. There in the centre of her ring of tentacles was something recognizably a vagina, but with less external labia and what looked to be a muscular ridge or sphincter. Emily paused for dramatic effect and then relaxed this ring, letting a surprising amount of soft, vaguely billowy labia to slip out of her cunt. And then, laughing, Emily retracted her labia and sealed her opening. Emil reached out with four of her tentacles and wrapped them around the tub and pulled herself partially upright. "Pretty cool huh?" 

"Yeah. But what has it got to do with the 12 days of Christmas? Shouldn't you be a "Swan swimming?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a siren swimming!" 

"Isn't a siren like, a kind of mermaid? With like, a fish tail and not... Tentacles?" 

Emily giggled. "You are really going to nitpick this?" Using her tentacles she lifted herself to a standing position, blanched on eight points, and then kind of flowed over the bathtub like it wasn't there and into my arms. She hugged me, pressing her wet body to me, and idly snaking three of her tentacles around my waist and leg. She kissed me sweetly. "Okay, have you ever seen the little mermaid? The mermaid in it gives up her voice and makes herself a boring human because she is infatuated with some guy she doesn't know. That's completely fucked up! And such a bad message for little girls!" 

"So you don't like mermaids?" 

"No, mermaids are fine. I don't like Disney." She cuffed me in the side with a tentacle while still holding me. "Let me finish. The villain of the movie, the seawitch (who by the way is an awesome musical transformation wizardess) was an octomaid. And I decided that would be way more fun to be... Especially in the bedroom!" One of the tentacles wrapped around my leg slid to my crotch and stroked my penis. 

"Okay. Sorry I questioned!" 

"You should be! These new limbs are pretty strong." She constricted all of her tentacles around me to prove the point. " Don't mess with Emily the seawitch!" 

"So to the bedroom then?" 

"Actually I wanted to work in the swimming part..." 

***

An hour or so later we were pulling up to a fairly large house on the outskirts of town. Emily, who I had bundled into the car wrapped in damp blankets (she insisted it was more comfortable that way), had called out a series of turns, gesturing wildly with her tentacles until here were in the quiet suburbs. 

"What is that place?" 

"My friend Kurt-from-work's place. He let's me use his pool when he's away." 

"That's nice of him." 

"Not that nice, he only does it in return for sexual favours." 

"You're joking!" 

Emily laughed. "I am! I offered to water his plants for him while he's away for Christmas, and in return he told me I should splash around in his sweet indoor pool." 

I grinned "I bet he didn't have this in mind." With the car parked I scooped up Emily, naked except for her wet blankets, tentacle tips dangling, and carried her into the house. The house was a tastefully appointed, large rancher with lots of wood beams and vaulted ceilings. I stood there holding Emily, who was dripping on the stone tile floor, feeling the moisture of her blankets leaching through my coat. "Alright siren-lady, which way to the pool?" 

"Don't you want the grand tour first?" 

"Uh, you're kind of heavy. These new limbs of yours weigh a lot more than your legs..." 

"Okay. Take a right!" Emily started to direct me around the house, taking turns until I realized she was leading me on a wild goose chase. 

"Emily, this is very funny, but can you please just direct us to the pool?" 

"Fine!" Emily pushed her way off of me and smoothly onto her tentacles. She wrapped one limb around my hand and started with absolute grace and ease to walk on her tentacles, in a kind of floating scurry. She clearly had not needed to be carried. 

A moment later we found ourselves in the indoor pool. It was a large room with another vaulted ceiling and lined on one side with glass doors overlooking a lovely deck and yard. At the centre of the room was a large pool, about twenty feet long and seven wide and it was clearly deep enough on one hand to stand without touching the bottom. By the way it was steaming, the pool was also clearly heated. There was also, just where walked in a small patio seating area complete with a large hot tub and a showering area. "Pretty swanky" I said. "You can see why I'd trade sexual favours for this!" Emily laughed as she scurried-floated over to the pool and sprang into a shallow dive into the pool. 

Let me tell you, I have never seen Emily move as gracefully as she did in the pool. When moving she stretched her tentacles right out behind her and beat them in a kind of toroid, spiral pattern launching herself like a sleek woman torpedo around the pool. When she wanted to stop, she unfurled her limbs, and hung there, tentacles gently waving weightlessly as her hair and breasts floated. When she wanted to move again, she simply pumped them hard to send herself gliding in a new direction. It was effortless and beautiful and stunning. So much so that it took ten minutes for me to realize that she hadn't pulled up her head for air yet. 

I ran to the edge of the pool and waved at her, calling her name. She glided languidly over to the edge of the pool, and popped her head out of water, exhaled a spout of water, and smiled. "What's up?" 

"That was incredible!" 

"Thank you. It was really fun!" 

"How are you doing it though? I didn't see you breathing!" 

"Oh, yeah, maybe I should have told you... this body can breathe underwater! Pretty cool, right?" 

"Well... ah!" I yelped as the two tentacles Emily had been winding around me while we talked suddenly drew tight and flung me, clothed into the pool. I barely broke the water when Emily was on me, holding me to her with two tentacles, and kissing me hard in the mouth. Meanwhile while her arms, and two of her other tentacles worked on pulling off my clothes. Her other limbs, I distantly noticed were paddling us through the pool. I quickly recovered from the surprise and started kissing her back, running my hands over her breasts and body while her tentacles and arms brushed me. I felt become painfully erect as Emily guided us into the deep end of the pool. She corralled me near the wall of the pool, and held me to her with her arms and four tentacles, while she used her other four limbs to anchor us to the wall. She grinned mischievously and gestured with her eyes that I should look down, which I did in time to see her open her cunt sphincter, allowing her large labia to float free like some kind of delicate corral sea creature. She only left her unfurled pussy floating for a moment before she slammed her pelvis into mine, engulfing my cock in her weirdly loose vagina. And that's when she clamped down with her cunt sphincter. Her vagina suddenly became perfectly tight, gripping my penis perfectly. And then, holding me tight to her, still kissing my mouth and pressing herself against me, I felt the muscles of her octo-maid cunt begin to contract in rhythmic, jerky pulses, like some sort of reverse penetration. It was incredible! Soon we were both delirious with sensation, floating there in the pool, outwardly immobile except for Emily tensing with the occasional orgasm, as internally we were furiously fucking until... I couldn't hold it in anymore... and we both came together one last time Emily painfully constricting her tentacles as her back arched in pleasure. 

As she came to herself, she slowly loosened her limbs, and supported me as I floated in front of her panting. "I told you octo-maids were better than mermaids."

***

The Next Day