M3m0R14L

 M3m0R14L

April tapped at her laptop keyboard in a frustrated rhythm while birds sang sweetly through the window. She glared at the drivel she’d written on the screen and sighed; what a fucking waste of a beautiful spring holiday. “Work from home…” she muttered, “what freedom…”

April pushed back her chair and paced across her tiny kitchen. She fetched a can of seltzer from her fridge, popped it, and hissed when the can sprayed! Splattering her t-shirt with limey-lemony water! “Fuck…”

April dropped the offending can in the kitchen sink and marched to the bathroom. The slender blonde woman glowered at her reflection and yanked off her wet shirt, baring a slim torso with small high breasts, a prominent mole on her ribs, and the puckered line of an appendectomy scar. Her body, her mundane ordinary body, with all its boring imperfections. April took a deep breath, “Keep it together girlie.”

April hung her wet shirt over the side of the narrow bathtub, nabbed her seltzer from the kitchen sink, and returned to her laptop to write topless. Whatever, she was working from home on a holiday, and it was more than warm enough in her kitchen. Maybe a little risqué frisson would help get her writing unstuck. Inspiration! She smashed the backspace and obliterated her pointless words, and glared at her once again blank page. She stared and stared and massaged the keys, tapped a rhythm out on the table, took a big slurp of seltzer, gurgled, coughed, caught her breath, stared some more, and some more, but the words would not come. She just could not find the rhythm today. “I should probably just jerk off,” she mused to her seltzer, “before I explode too.”

April thought about her cock, her huge monstrous tentacle phallus, the awesome pressure, the euphoric pleasure of eggs exploding out of…

“No!”

“Fuck…” April shook her head, blushing, heart racing. She was not doing this! She was angry and betrayed and definitely not doing this! She growled her mantra: “I do not want to be a dildo monster.”

But… 

Her mind danced over that magical weekend when she’d been tricked into becoming a perverse freak: the feeling of power and helplessness, her busty armless captivity and her strong flexible latex tentacles, enveloping her lovers, her prey, snaring them inside her slick rubber embrace, memories of penetration…

April shivered, her underwear was wet with arousal. She bit her lip in frustration: no, she wouldn’t give in! She was still mad! Mad at Noelle and mad at herself. Her consent hadn’t been informed, she’d been tricked! She agreed to a threesome, a vanilla game of two girls one guy, not signing up to become a bisexual pornographic mutant. To have her body reprogrammed into a cocktopus, to have her mind hacked to love it… to love the feeling for forcing her penis tentacles deep into the boiling embrace of wet pussy and tight asshole and eager mouth, of feeling the clench and pull and ecstasy of ejaculation, the cruel joy of ravaging her lovers.

April leaned back in her chair, bit her finger, slid a hand into her yoga pants, underwear, stroked the slippery wet heat of her pussy. “Fuck…” she moaned, “fuck…” She thought of Noelle’s own hacked body, her limbless eight breasted sluggy form, and the hot wet slimy embrace of her giant cunt. April rubbed her clit and remembered the feeling of driving her strange mutant cock into Noelle, the phallic tentacle invading the boiling embrace of Noelle’s giant cunt, the way that cunt responded by clamping down, grasping, massaging, pulling, hungry and greedy, fucking her as she fucked it back, harder and faster, slippery and sticky and soaking, a moment of yawning potential, and then the surge in her belly, that awesome pressure, screaming, pulsing force, movement, a terrible wonderful stretching, and then euphoric release after release as April laid her eggs into Noelle’s womb. April spasmed in her chair and came. “Ahhh…”

April panted, hand still on her pussy and growled in frustration. It wasn’t enough! Her orgasm had been so small! So paltry! So boring… “Fuck.”

She knew how much better it could be.

April picked up her phone and thumbed over to April’s embargoed chat thread. She bit her lip, hesitated, then typed: Noelle, please, I need you to fantasize about me.

A reply: Really? 

Please…I need it…

I thought you told me never to think about you again. That I was a pervert.

 Noelle… I’m sorry

Don’t be sorry. Inspire me

I want to hold you… in my tentacles…

More

My pink rubber tentacles… my dildo tentacles… I want to trap you straining and helpless and jam my cock into your pussy and force my eggs inside your slimy cunt…

Oh my ;)

April felt a glitch pass through her form and watched pink latex creep down her fingers. She dropped her phone and stuck her rubbery fingers in her mouth, stroked her cunt with a latex hand. “Yes…” She felt tingles race down her spine and her hair slither free of it’s top knot and cascade down her back, her bangs going from blonde to bright pink. “Yes…” Her yoga pants sparkled, vibrated, phase shifted pink and shiny, latex that coated her legs and toes, that merged into her and became her rubber skin, her plastic cunt, “Oh fuck yes…” 

April stroked herself harder, desperate, furious, latex fingers gliding into latex labia, rubbing against a swollen latex clit. She clutched at her breasts and gasped as a wave of discontinuity flowed through her and her chest became crowded with six heavy aching tits. She cupped them, grabbed at them one handed, fumbled, kneaded, groped. April moaned and felt electricity in her clitoris and grasped it as it swelled within a spray of voxels into a large latex cock. She pumped her hand along it, panting, and then whimpered in frustration as her arms glitched out of existence, leaving her completely armless. April hissed and waved her rounded empty shoulders in frustration, her cunt achingly empty and her cock painfully hard.

April languished, worried that somehow she was stuck like this, horny and powerless and desperate, but then she felt a pulsing judder in her legs and watched them swell longer and thicker, two grotesque pink rubber worms connected to her hips, worms that flopped uselessly and then a blink, a moment of total inexistence, and April refreshed with six tentacles growing from her hips, long flexible slick pink latex limbs that she clutched herself with, fondled, rubbed herself, dildo limbs with fat cockheads that oozed slippery pink drool. “Fuck yes….”

April basked in her own embrace, tentacles writhing, clutching breasts, stroking nipples, cockhead tops rubbing on her warm skin, a loving knot of pleasure. More! She needed more! Then she felt it: an electric charge building in her cock and she cried out as her cock grew longer and wider and inhuman, becoming prehensile and long and girded with ridges and bumps! A monstrous cock! Her very own ovipositor tentacle! April moaned and her cock lashed the air like a whip! 

April whimpered, her cock felt so hard, so engorged, so ready to plunge into a warm hole, so prepared to inject her eggs into a lover! Fuck! She needed a lover! Prey! She wanted to impregnate someone! Anyone! Her cunt tinged in agonized empty sympathy, and… her cunt! Her own cunt was here! Here and so ready! “Oh ffffuckk…”

Without conscious thought April’s cock lashed out and down and backward, rammed itself into April’s own cunt, stretching herself wide. April groaned as she felt her pussy filled, defiled by every hard bump and ridge of her cock, experienced the defiling too, the penetration, the tight straining molten hot embrace of her cunt clenching tight around her strange cock. She gasped, breath ragged, sweat prickling her human skin, tentacles twitching, forgotten, as her world became her cock and cunt.  

April fucked herself, cock tentacle driving itself in and out, rhythmic flailing, pounding, harder and faster, pressure building in her belly, near her mutant womb, she moaned and whined, squealed in feminine orgasm, pussy spasming against her cock, her belly clenching almost painfully, strange muscles worrying hard stones at her core, cock lashing faster and faster, driving her closer to some liminal edge, an ecstatic barrier, stretching thin, deforming, rupture! Orgasm! April howled! Felt her belly violently clamp, erupt, a geyser of force, something huge and hard ramming itself through her cock, stretching the walls of her cunt like a clenched fist, smashing itself through her cervix into her womb! Orgasm! Blinding! And another blast! And another! Her eggs blasting through her ovipositor! Injecting into her cunt! Her womb! Stomach bulging taut, rounding, stretching! Heavy! Full!

A tidal wave of pleasure!

Obliteration! 

Perfection!

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