Normalcy. We see it everywhere and so we take it for granted, we complain about having to eat the same cereal everyday, about having to work from nine to five, and the fact that the government doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it. I had this luxury for nineteen years of my life, then it was shattered, much like a glass window, into a million shards that could never be put together again. Not after my curiosity got the better of me.

 

CHAPTER ONE

(Monday, April 22nd, 2013)

“Wake up April!” My mother shouted in a sing-song voice the moment she had forced my stubborn door open. My response was a groan and turning over, trying to stay in the arms of blissful sleep.

“Come on, you don’t want to sleep away your birthday, do you?” She persisted, shaking what I knew to be the first of annoying gifts. I hated birthdays, no one ever seemed to take into consideration that I wouldn’t like this, or that I would detest that, they got me what they thought I’d like. Goes to show how well my own family knew me.

“Is it another sweater?” I groaned, knowing that no matter how stubborn I could be, she’d never leave until she forced me to open her gift.

“Ye-” She stopped herself, then continued, “You’ll have to see.” It was obviously another sweater. She bought me one every year. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“Okay, give it.” I said, holding my hand out for the present.

I tore methodically into the wrapping paper to reveal… a PINK sweater!

“Great. Thanks mum.” I thanked her sarcastically, but she wasn’t the brightest star in the galaxy and took it as genuine.

“Your welcome sweety. Breakfast is ready whenever you are.” She told me and strode out of the door leaving me to my own company. I sighed angrily and tossed the sweater away, staring around my room, trying to determine the reasoning behind buying me a pink sweater. My room was a testament to the gothic culture; walls painted black behind the armour of band posters. Strewn across the dark crimson carpet were pitch black skirts, black jeans, shirts, whatever clothing that came in the colour black I had it. Then there was me.

I looked into the mirror, seeing my reflection and knowing that, despite my abhorrence of male companionship, they would flock to me, like an overly loyal canine. I was beautiful. High cheekbones, flawless alabaster skin, piercing blue eyes, lush lips that guys looked at almost as much as the rest of me. I had long legs with shapely thighs, 32C breasts, a well trimmed waist that wasn’t a product of exercise or proper diet, and bountiful hips. All this at the age of nineteen, and now twenty. I was a miracle of beauty. I went as far as my mother would allow, trying to destroy this image of perfection.

My left eyebrow was pierced, along with my tongue, ears, and my nipples, though my mother didn’t know about those yet. I wouldn’t bathe for days on end, yet my body seemed to produce its own scent that drew any and everyone to me. My pitch black hair was long, falling to my shapely rear in a wave of sleek oil, while a curtain covered my right eye, which always seemed to be unable to decide what shade of blue it was, seeming to shift between a bright piercing electric blue, like my left, or it would be a deep ocean of midnight blue, whatever the shade it always shone with a spark that could either be interpreted as curiosity or malice. In most cases it was malice.

My traditional outfit was a Victorian inspired black blouse, covered by an Oxford blue denim jacket. Below I’d wear jeans or leather pants, that hugged my curves almost possessively. Shoes were whatever I picked up, always black though. My hair seemed immune to bed head, as I always woke up with it as perfect as when I went to sleep. To me this was normal.

I didn’t have any friends either. Those who had been my friends had been terrified when I got my revenge and pretended I didn’t exist. I didn’t need them though. I had music, and I had my other ”friends” under my bed. Speaking of… I went under and pulled out a shoe box labelled CDs, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I took the lid off and looked down, smiling at the anal beads, massive dildo, with a matching strap-on, a ball gag, some rope, and a container designed to make it so that no liquid that was inside it would spoil, and what was it filled with? Semen of course.

I was 100% gay, but that was the problem. I loved girls, but detested boys, and yet I can’t get enough of their semen. I’ll usually bring some food up here and season it with the sperm. I often wished that I had a girl who had a cock and pussy, but those were rare and often weren’t very attractive, still I had hentai and my fantasies, but those did only so much. The dildo was a foot long, and the strap-on was even bigger, easily reaching my lips. I had it because I loved to suck it, licking it clean of the semen that I’d cover it in.

“Come on April!” My mother called, now getting annoyed from me taking so long, either that or she had plenty of other annoying gifts to give me, complements of my other relatives.

“Coming.” This is gonna suck, I thought as I got dressed.

We had a nice house. Not too big, but not too small, with four bedrooms, two for me and my mother, one for storage, and the other for guests. I’m an only child. I had an en suite for my room, but there was another bathroom downstairs, where my mother slept, the kitchen wasn’t anything special, big enough for a dinner table and some spare room, but the living room was huge, easily housing two couches, a large table, and a forty two inch plasma screen T.V, and still have plenty of to spare. And inside that room stood an alarmingly big, precarious mountain of presents.

“Oh, shit.” I groaned.

I was in college, but luckily for me today was the day that most of the staff had called in sick, and due to that the college was closed for today. This would let me enjoy the day of pure suck! The moment breakfast was eaten my mother pushed me into the living room to begin cutting down the makeshift Mount Everest. This may seem like a fun little time, but it’s not. It requires amazing dexterity, precise timing, and a will to risk ones life for present they may not want. The only candidate; me.

I began with the ones that weren’t holding the structure up. They were small things, like necklaces, rings, and even a couple of books, all far to upbeat for me. Then I started to cut away the top, opening pop CDs, a couple of hats, a Blu-ray player (Something I actually wanted), but that seemed to be the only highlight. As I got lower and lower, the number of clothes increased, all being pink, or some other bright colour. After an hour of simply trying not to cause it to fall and crush me, and another hour of opening, and by extension tossing aside, presents, I came to the base. It was a rectangular shape, and seemed to heavier than the rest. I looked and didn’t see the name of who it was from.

“Who’s this from?” I asked my mum. She just looked at it like I did, and shrugged. I did likewise and tore the paper open.

Inside was a large rectangular box, pitch black. I studied it closely and could make out indentations that seemed to be reminiscent of Egyptian hieroglyphs, I ran my hand over and almost gasped. It felt cold, ice cold. Like it was pulled from the depths of the Antarctic, but I hadn’t felt it through the paper, and it wasn’t raised any alarms in my body. I blinked and continued to physically explore the surface. After a while I began to feel something else besides the cold, it felt like the box was caressing my palm, and as though the symbols were raising, no longer indented in the surface. My mother placed her hand on shoulder, shaking me lightly.

“April? April, are you okay?” She asked concerned.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Just trying to think about who sent this.” I lied, knowing that she wouldn’t believe me if I told her what I’d felt.

I felt beneath it and the sides, finding latches and unlatching them. I opened it and saw a… necklace. At first glance it seemed unimpressive, but as I looked closer I saw the symbols etches into the chain, and the pendant, a love heart, had five words written on it, though I had no idea what language they were written in.

“”Vir et mulier inter se”” I read them aloud. I turned to my mum who again shrugged and went about cleaning up the discarded wrapping paper. I’m not what it was, but something about the necklace called to me, as though it had been created for me, and existed solely for me. I lifted it up and put it on.

Aside from the mystery of who sent the necklace, the rest of the day passed by normally. I watched T.V, helped out with the chores, at my mother’s begging, and eventually went to bed at half past ten. I noticed something as I got changed. I stood in front of my mirror, naked, since I usually look at my body, cursing it, or sometimes loving it, but today I noticed something abnormal. Above my right breast, beneath where the pendant still hung was a faint, but still noticeable, symbol, similar to the ones on the necklace and box. Then I noticed my vagina. There wasn’t anything different to the immediate eye.

It was still shaved, not a single hair in sight. It the outer labia was slightly darker than the rest of my skin, and were closed, not letting me glimpse the light pink on the inside, though if one didn’t know me and saw that they would assume I was virgin since it looked so tight and pure. It was small as well, though I wasn’t sure about what to compare it to, it just seemed that way, and was raised, creating a slight bump between my legs. I didn’t see anything wrong until I noticed the clitoris. It was engorged, standing a full inch from me, as though I were heavily aroused, but I didn’t feel anything. As I looked I fingered the pendant in thought.

I put the oddity behind me and went to bed, wearing only a bra and panties. My sheets are thick enough to keep me warm even in the early spring. It felt odd as I dreamt. I usually dreamt of girls, ones that were bending over, or kneeling before, eyes pleading for my attention. This dream was no different, but there was something else, something I couldn’t place my subconscious finger on. There was one bent over, presenting her swollen and lustful pussy to me, usually I’d finger it, eventually moving onto licking the exposed hole, sucking on the clit, but that didn’t happen. Instead the dream me held the girl’s hips and began move her own closer and closer. I looked down from the skyline perch I often took in dreams, and saw something that shocked me awake.

I bolted upright, breathing heavily, and feeling my pussy juices on my thighs. I reached a hand down and breathed a sigh of relief, it was still there, my pussy. The strange, yet erotic image of my dream-self, drifted through my mind. My lips, my breasts, my waist, my long luscious legs, and… my cock. I took in a deep breath as I remembered seeing it, a flesh colored cock sporting from between my thighs. I didn’t know where the dream came from, but all I could think of was how big the cock had been. It had looked as thick as my wrist, and longer than my forearm. After several minutes I calmed down and went to sleep thinking of pussy, no cocks.

(Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013)

When I woke up I felt great. After the weird dream I had slept soundly, and actually felt far more rested than ever before. I stretched out and felt the necklace around my neck. I had forgotten to take it off, but that didn’t concern me, what did on the other hand was the time. It was half past eight! I had to be at college in half an hour, and it was a fifteen minute drive. Despite that I felt fine, even as I rushed about the room, hastily just putting on a pair of jeans, a shirt and jacket, before coming down the stairs to see breakfast on the table and my mum was sitting at the table, sipping coffee, and reading the newspaper.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked her, “You know that if I’m late again I’m out of there, right?” I continued, but she didn’t seem to hear me. I heard a honk outside and saw Michelle, a friend of my mum’s outside, waving for me to come over. I glanced worriedly at my mum before running out to see what Michelle wanted.

“Your mum called just now, asking if I can take you to school. She said she’s not feeling all that well.” She explained and opened the door for me.

“I noticed. Did she say what she might have?” I asked as I struggled with the seat belt. Evil buggers, that’s what they are.

“No, but she said that she’s gonna go to the doctors and see what might be wrong with her.” She said as she drove down the road of our little neighborhood. Everyone hear, knew everyone. It was kind of a requirement to live here.

The rest of the drive to my college was in silence, though I liked it that way.

“I’ll be here to pick you up when you’re done.” She called as I walked across the grass and up the stairs to my only place where no one bothered me, except the teachers, but I got decent grades so they didn’t mind it much when I asked for privacy. I didn’t have a gang to hang out, nor did I have any enemies that would make a move on me. I wasn’t lonely, after all I had my thoughts to keep me company.

It wasn’t until now that I was able to stay in solitude at college, with no one making fun of my clothing, or my lack of friends. The Mocking, as I called it, was something that hadn’t stopped until I’d hit puberty, and hit it hard, with mood changes that made pregnancy seem tame. All the girls were afraid of me now, since I had ”accidentally” set fire to their skirts, and hair, and homework, and you get the idea now. The boys were too smitten with my looks to care about my antisocial behaviour, but their damaged testicles are testament to the fact that I won’t allow any guy to touch me without permission. The girls had suffered my wrath solely because I wanted them. If that’s the case then why did I do those things? I had impulse control issues. So when they rejected my advances a year ago, I got revenge. It’s as simple as that.

Now I could walk through the halls and receive nothing but dirty stares that did about as much damage as a child could do to a tank. No one would do anything to me, they knew I’d get revenge, and when I did it would make their act seem like a baby’s tantrum. I’m not sure what I wanted to do in life, but after high school, college just seemed like the logical option. I got to my first class, just as the bell rang, telling everyone to take their seats. I was at the back like always, but as I stared around, everyone seemed to different to me. Usually I’d look around and lust after one or two hot girls, but today I seemed to be eyeing them not with lesbian lust, but predatory lust. That felt like the only way to say it. I was the sexual predator and they were my prey.

This view continued throughout the day, and I noticed something else at around lunchtime. No one was glaring at me. Usually I caught almost a dozen girl’s glaring at me, but now they were glancing at me and talking to their friend’s before glancing again, as though they were gossiping about, but the overall tone didn’t seem to be one of cruelty, but rather curiosity. I shook the thoughts off, putting it down to the fact that they probably got tired of constantly glaring at me. There was something else too, my pussy seemed to constantly have an itch, even when I could get it, it just started back up, as though something were irritating it. I assumed it was the fact that I was unable to masturbate this morning, and forgot to yesterday.

When the day was over and I was back in Michelle’s car, the itch had stopped for some reason.

“Good day?” She asked me, absently, while pulling away from the curb and beginning the drive back. I shrugged and said.

“It wasn’t anything special.” With that all conversation ceased, but the itch had returned, as though reacting to her presence. I sat there, my face not betraying anything, even as my mind ran through every possibility, and coming up with nothing, aside from irritation, or horniness. The moment we were back at my place I said goodbye, and was out of the car before I heard her reply. I needed to deal with this.

The moment I was in I ran up the stairs, and into my room. Locking the door I stripped down and nearly screamed. My clit, didn’t look like a clit anymore. It now stood four inches from my body and had a phallic shape, I should be scared, but in truth it was arousing me. Like the idea of have a clit this big was a bigger turn on than lesbian porn. With a little hesitation I reached down and felt it; it was hard, like a cock and pulsed like one too, it was wet, as though my juices were being made all over it, and as I held it lightning bolts of pleasure shot from my crotch, to my hard nipples, to my brain. I let out a loud moan and began stroking the short length, as though jacking off a cock.

I was leaning against the door now. My cum was dripping from my pussy, so swollen with lust, revealing the inner pink lips, and granting me easier access the my massively engorged clit. My other hand was savagely palming my breast, pinching the nipple and pulling on the piercing, all the while kneading the soft, yet firm flesh. My body felt like one giant pussy, as the feeling of my hair on my skin was like a kiss to the nipple, and each small breeze that breathed against me was just as good. I stopped kneading my breast and moved my hand to my pussy, where I put, not one, not two, but three fingers into my soaking wet tunnel of lust. My moans were more like small screams abruptly cut off, and they only increased in intensity as my masturbation continued. I stuck a fourth finger into my pussy, stretching the walls now, and covering my hand in my juices. Then I felt my walls clenching rapidly, around my digits.

I could feel the orgasm coming. It was like a tsunami, an unstoppable force of nature. I was thrusting my fingers in rapidly now, stroking my clit just as fast. I was so close, I could feel it. I folded my thumb into my palm, and pushed hard, feeling it and the rest of my hand enter my tight snatch, surprisingly smoothly. The moment my labia encased my wrist, I exploded. With a scream of lust that could only called animalistic, I came.

My body froze as waves of euphoria rolled over me. I was lost to the world, and could only feel the pleasure that flowed powerfully through me. So lost was I that I didn’t notice the white fluid spraying from the tip of my clit, where a hole had literally only just developed. My orgasm seemed to stretch on and on, actually intensifying the longer it continued. All the while more spurts of white shot from me, soaking into the carpet and splattering the walls, even landing on the lips of a few female rock star posters. After what felt hours, though it was only a few minutes, my climax faded into the background of my mind, though my body occasionally jerked from the aftershock. After that I just faded into unconsciousness.

I woke up three hours later in my bed. Once again my body felt great, as if I hadn’t just slept for a couple of hours. I got up and went to the door, but found it locked. My brow furrowed in confusion, I remembered passing out, but had assumed my mum had come in and put me to bed, it wouldn’t be the first time she found me naked and passed out. I was still naked and I could clearly see my massively engorge clit, now with an extra inch. Was I growing a clitoris cock? Again the thought wasn’t disgusting, if anything it was erotic. I put on my clothes and unlocked the door, the mystery of how I got back to bed could wait. Right now I needed some food.

After grabbing a bite to eat I noticed that my mother wasn’t around. I went up stairs and to her room. I was about to knock, but then I heard a moan from beyond the door. Even muffled I could hear the lust in her voice. I just giggled lightly and went back down to watch TV Later on she came down, slightly red faced, and a grin on her face.

“Have fun?” I asked from the couch. She jumped and looked in my direction.

“Wh-What?” She said confounded.

“You know what I mean?” I said suggestively and went back up to my room. Dinner was a pizza and quiet, my mother seeming to be embarrassed by the apparent fact that her daughter had overheard her alone time. After we were done I felt surprisingly tired and went to bed, the moment I had stripped down again. I was under the covers and asleep.

Once again my dreams were like any other. Hot girl, both of us naked, and her lusting after me. The only addition was… my cock, only this time it seemed to be bigger, only by about an inch in length, but still bigger. This time however, I stayed and watched it, as the tip was placed to the girls pussy, and without further ado, it was thrust in. The girl cried in pure lust, despite the massive phallus inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy, and pressing against her virginity a few inches in. Even now the girl was moaning in a mixture discomfort and lust.

Then the dream me thrust forward, tearing through her purity and forcing another six inches inside. Soon enough ”I” was pressed against the entrance to the girl’s womb, with another five inches outside of her. The girl had cried out in pain as her purity was taken away, but also moaned as more of the throbbing meat was put inside of her, even the groan of discomfort was tainted with pleasure. My dream-self grinned with savage lust and forced all fourteen inches of rock hard cock inside, tearing through the only protection her womb had. For some reason my mind chose that moment to wake up.

(Wednesday, April 24th, 2013)

When I woke I felt something new. I still felt great, once again feeling well rested, but then I looked down, and I barely was able to stop the scream that tried to escape my throat. From my groin was a phallic fourteen inch high tent. I pulled back the covers to see a complete cock fall back down onto my chest, the head landing between my breasts. It wasn’t completely erect, I could somehow tell that, despite the fact that this… my… cock was hard as stone and leaking a small stream of pre-cum. I watched it, and saw it grow still bigger. It was up to my collarbone now, but for some it still grew.

“Stop. Please?” I pleaded aloud and saw it visibly halt its growth. Getting an idea I tried something else.

“Touch the ceiling.” Immediately the cock stood upright and shot up until the tip reached the ceiling. “Holy shit!”

I called the college, using my natural acting talents to fake an illness. My mother was going out to see the doctor and see if there was anything wrong with her, and that meant leaving me alone, for over an hour. That was fine by me, I wanted to find out everything about my new ”friend” as I could. Back in my room I was sitting with a erect cock, spewing pre-cum just below my chin.

“Go away.” I said and in an instant it was gone. “Come back, but only at six inches.” Once again it appeared in an instant, but only at six inches, like I’d said. Then I got the craziest thought.

“Another one.” Is all I said and there it was, above the first, a second cock. Like I’d said before I watched hentai, and had naturally seen more than one tentacle hentai. That was when things got REALLY weird.

I envisioned myself with a dozen tentacles growing from my back.

“Make it happen.” I ordered and gasped in shock when I felt the extra weight on my back. I looked around and saw a bunch of skin colored snakes waving in the air by my face. There were more as well, all waiting for a mental or verbal command from me. Not only that, but I thought about what I might be able to do to my body in general.

“Bigger tits.” Nothing happened for a while and I assumed it hadn’t worked, but then two tentacles rose to my chest, with suction cups big enough to surround the entire breast. They latched on and I moaned, feeling them sucking upon my nipples. I loved it, the way the cup massaged it, while small tendrils within it pinched my teats, bringing gasps of surprise and pleasure from my lips. This was wonderful. Then I felt something force its way inside my breasts, there was a slight pinch but it faded nearly instantly, and then I felt liquid flow down the tentacles in balls, squeezing past the tight nipple and pouring into my respectable C cups. There wasn’t pain, only pleasure, even as I felt the flesh expand to hold the liquid, though it felt like the fluid was shaping itself within me, making my perfectly shaped breasts hold it, as they grew to 32D, then DD. This continued until I said stop.

The tentacles pulled away with a comical pop and I saw my new tits. Both were perfectly shaped, yet both were easily the size of my head. Other the course of two hours I discovered everything I cared to discover about my new abilities. I could use my tentacles as extra hands if need be, they and my cocks seemed to have no limits to their size, whatever I wanted to happen to my body tentacles seemed to grow something that would do it for me, and then there was my arousal. I could will it to go down or up, and the greater it got, the more pheromones and aphrodisiacs I breathed out. I discovered this after going outside and saying hi to a neighbor.

She was forty two, though she looked barely thirty, with her seeming to have no wrinkles and little fat, despite the perky breasts that worked the slim waist and flared hips, giving her a delightful hourglass figure. When I said hi, I thought of being aroused, and my pussy was dripping instantly. I watched her eyes practically glaze over in lust, as they roamed over my tight young body. She didn’t ask about my enlarged breasts, the arousal made her mind slow and her body in desperate need for release. She made up and excuse and ran back inside her house, though she didn’t seem to remember to draw the curtains for her living room, as I watched her strip off, no, tear off her clothes in a sexual frenzy, and begin masturbating with almost no build up. The last time I saw she was fingering her twat for it was worth.

I also seemed to be more keen on sex now. Before I was content to masturbate using my various toys, but now I desired a pussy for my new cocks. My mother would be home any moment now. I closed the curtains in the living room and stripped down, telling my tentacles and cock to grow back. My tentacles were about eight feet long and two inches thick at the halfway mark, the base was four inches, and my cock was standing proudly to attention at fifteen inches and three inches thick. I sat on the couch arousal leaking from my body, and filling the house to the brim with its intoxicating odor. One minute later the front door opened and slammed.

“I’m home!” She called out, before I heard her take a deep breath of the pheromones in the air.

“Come here.” I called out and watched her come in.

“April?” She moaned out, the arousal rising like a volcano inside her and clouding her thought process, though her eyes still widened in shock.

“In the new flesh.” I reached out to her with a tentacle and she recoiled at the touch, however she stayed where she stood. It seemed that my pheromones and aphrodisiacs also placed a need to obey me as well.

I looked into her eyes, seeing the lust fighting the fear.

“I don’t know what happened to me mum.” I told her, “But it feels amazing. It’s like my birthday was the catalyst for me to receive this power.” Somewhere in the back of my mind, which wasn’t controlled by lust, connected this fact with the mysterious pendant, and that I hadn’t taken off since that day.

“I want you to feel this pleasure too. I’m only asking for your consent, otherwise,” I could tell from the rise in fear in her eyes that my own had flashed menacingly, “This could be very unpleasant for you.” I stood up and looked straight into her eyes. We were both the same height at 5ft 11”, with shockingly similar faces, except her’s was tanned and mine white as the moon.

“Will you let me?” I asked and leaned my breath containing concentrated pheromones as she breathed it in.

“Yes.”

 

CHAPTER TWO

“Yes.” She whispered, her lust obvious in that one spoken word.

I didn’t hesitate after that. My tentacles tore away her clothing, baring her 32C breasts my lustful gaze. Two tentacles thinned and wrapped around the base, spiraling up to the tit and pinching it, bringing a low moan of pleasure from her full lips. I stepped closer, massaging her breasts with my extra appendages, while I drank in her naked form. Her slender form seemed to call to me, her slim waist begging to be held in my hands, and her thighs to be spread by my tentacles to reveal her dripping pussy. I stood not two inches away from her now, and could feel the growing heat as her first of many orgasms approached.

“I’m… I’m cumming… just from my tits!” Her cry was silenced by me, as I kissed her with all the passion I muster, and she returned the favor, sucking upon my tongue as it entered her mouth and played with hers. She moaned loudly as spurt after spurt of thick clear cum shot from her begging pussy.

“How long has it been since you last got laid, mother?” I asked her after pulling back, barely out of breath, while she panted and moaned.

“Too long.” She groaned as a tentacle rubbed her dripping snatch.

I held her close, kissing down her neck, to her collarbone, and finally her constricted breasts.

“You taste so good.” I moaned against her skin, before going down and latching onto a now free tit, sucking for all I was worth.

“Oh god…” She groaned in lust and caressed my head like a baby’s as I suckled. I was suddenly parched and my tentacles reacted to this. Suddenly my mum cried out in pain, as I felt warm fluid rushing down one of my tentacles and into her breasts. I sucked hard and was rewarded by her newly replenished milk flowing into my mouth, coating my taste buds in her sweet cream. She was moaning again as I drank from her. My other tentacles teased her all over, gently stroking her erogenous zones, and always keeping her on the edge of orgasm. After I was satisfied with my meal I pulled away, a stream of milk flowing from the nipple and down her now inflated breasts. I surveyed her new bust with a large grin.

The tentacles around her breasts were now able to thicken and coil around her several more times, thanks to her new 34E breasts that still leaked, and occasionally spurted, her milk. I was just getting started as I turned a tentacle into an exact replica of my cock and teased her mouth open, thick pre-cum coating her full lips, before slipping in and filling her mouth with three inches of thick meat. The taste of pre-cum made her moan loudly, despite her gag. Wanting more, she brought both her hands to the tentacle cock and began jacking it off, forcing more of the delicious liquid into her mouth. My normal cock was hard as steel and begging for attention.

She whined loudly when I removed the tentacle cock, but moaned when the real thing filled her small mouth. I was in a frenzy now, the feeling of her hot mouth covering the head of my cock, and her tongue lashing it, coating it in saliva. In my lust I pushed forward, hearing her gag as her throat reflexively tried to eject the large object. I didn’t care and just forced more and more down her gullet, actually bulging from her tight throat due to the size. Tears were running down her cheeks as her air was cut off and her gag reflex fought to remove me, but her eyes were full of lust. I held the back of her head and slowly pushed her down my length.

She was salivating wildly, it poured from her lips and over my now slick shaft as inch after inch penetrated her throat. I was moaning loudly now, feeling the hot wetness clenching around my cock, setting alight to the sensitive nerve endings. When she began pushing against me desperately trying to dislodge me from her airways, I sent a mental command to my tentacles. Two appeared, as thick as a pencil and forced themselves up her nostrils, now directly supplying her with air. Her struggles ceased and she once again began to enjoy the cock now twelve inches down her throat. With a hard thrust I buried the last two inches of my throbbing meat in her clenching throat and esophagus.

After that I began fucking her tight little throat. Pulling back slowly to enjoy the wet heat, before thrusting back down her gullet so fast I was a blur. Two spare tendrils began to lick at her dripping snatch, lapping up the juices, and teasing her lustful entrance. She looked up to me, her eyes shining with her pleasure, but she wanted, needed, more. I smiled down at her, as my cock once again disappeared down her throat.

“Don’t worry mother,” I could feel a new heat burn within me now, “You’ll get what you want soon.” My cock pulsated stronger, and faster now as my cock’s orgasm approached with each thrust over her licking tongue.

I held back my climax, wanting to enjoy her throat more, but even I couldn’t stop the inevitable flood. Just before the orgasm hit, with the force of a natural disaster, I penetrated her sweet pussy with the two probing tentacles, filling her surprisingly tight canal with a foot of squirming meat, all the while plugging her esophagus with my main cock. I stood frozen like that, the only sound was my mother’s moan of being filled, and my own from doing the filling. After a moment of near silence, I felt the flood being unleashed, running up the shaft of my fourteen inch cock, and the near limitless lengths of my various tentacles, all inside her, on her, or aimed at her. I couldn’t believe the sensations that coursed through me.

The first spurts were the best. They all shot one after the other, first my cock shot it’s first massive load straight to her stomach, instantly filling it to near overflowing, then the a tentacle aimed at her bare chest, dousing it and my other limbs in what must’ve been a liter of cum from just one spurt, the rest followed soon after, one after the other, filling her insides, and coating her various features in white viscous fluid. I couldn’t speak, and neither could she, all we could do was moan and cry out in absolute pleasure. A full two minutes passed before I pulled out of her.

I stepped back and surveyed my handiwork. My mother’s entire front was covered, her features barely visible beneath the incredibly thick layer, upon layer of white cum, covering her rose colored nipples and expanded mammary glands, still leaking small streams of milk that merged with the semen all over her body. Her originally taut stomach now bulged slightly with all the thick cream inside it, and her pussy continued to leak her own cum, combining with the large puddle already on the floor. She was moaning and panting in the aftermath, and even seemed to be satisfied, I however wasn’t.

“We’re not done yet.” I said and poked her cum soaked cheek with my still hard cock.

She moaned and, despite her exhausted state she still lusted after me. My pheromones were being pumped out through every pore in my skin, my cum, my sweat, my very breath, each worked to increase her arousal, and stave off exhaustion, essentially remolding her body to withstand my capabilities. Four tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, lifting her into the air and spreading her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her sopping pussy, with a stream of my cum leaking from it, and dripping to the floor.

“So beautiful,” I whispered and brought her before me, her dripping cunt inches from my face, it’s intoxicating aroma filling my sense of smell. I leaned forward slightly and kissed the hard clit sitting above her leaking hole.

I kissed and licked around her clit, teasing it, before making my way down to her entrance, lapping up my own cum that still streamed from her. I hadn’t tasted my cum yet, and the taste blew me away. I knew what a man’s cum tastes like, thanks to my cumming dildos, and mine was much sweeter, tasting like nothing on this earth, but still reminiscent of my favorite foods. Using two fingers I spread her lips and dove in, trying to lap up more of my semen from her hole, then I came across an even better taste. When I tasted both her juices and my own as one, I nearly came on the spot. Wanting more, I forced my tongue as deep as it would go, tasting her depths as best I could, while I used a hand to play with her delightful clit, and the other to caress her soft ass cheeks. She writhing in ecstasy now, but wasn’t quite cumming just yet. A tentacle spread her cheeks, giving me full access the her tight rosebud. Just moments before she came I pushed two fingers inside her.

The effects were instant. Her already tight pussy clamped down on my tongue, while waves upon waves of her cum shot out of her and onto me. I moaned as her bittersweet juices washed over my tongue, and down my throat, filling my stomach. Her cries of orgasmic fury were so loud, that if my body wasn’t so much stronger now I’m sure my eardrums would have popped. I knew the neighbors could hear it, I wanted them to, soon they would come to investigate, and the women would submit to me, while the men hunted for more women to lure back, with the promise of ascension should they do well. These thoughts should’ve have troubled me, yet with my mother’s pussy gushing on me I couldn’t care less about troublesome thoughts.

As her orgasm faded I stepped back. She was conscious, though barely.

“You ready mother?” I asked her as my cock came into her hazed sight, it’s large tip drooling with my desire. In response to my question, all she could do was moan loudly and thrust her hips lightly in my direction. I smiled and lined the head up, slowly running it up and down her slit, teasing her further with the gentle pressure I placed against her. Finally, just as she was about to scream for me to thrust, I did, piercing her tightness quickly, and powerfully, forcing eight inches in with one push. She couldn’t cry out anymore, the pleasure was too much, though her hands still sought her tits in a desperate bid for more stimulation. Two tentacles latched on and began sucking, drinking her milk.

After a moment of enjoying the sensation of filling her pussy, I began to pull out. Her body spasming in mini-orgasms, as every vein of my three inch thick cock rubbed against her hypersensitive walls. When only the tip remained inside I pushed back in, nine inches being enveloped by her wet tunnel, now pressing against her womb’s barrier. I began to work a rhythm, thrusting in and out with inhuman speeds, but slowing down sometimes to enjoy the pure pleasure of it. I wanted more though.

The next time I connected with her cervix I continued to push. After a groan of discomfort from my mother, her womb began to open up to me, letting me conquer the place of my birth. Finally I hilted inside her, my crotch pressing against her clit. Once again I began thrusting fast and hard, hilting fourteen inches of hard meat each time, but now I needed more, her womb was no longer enough. My hands wondered down her sweaty form, fondling her buttocks before pulling them roughly apart, revealing her puckered rosebud. A two inch thick tentacle began licking at it, spreading it’s natural lubricant over her back entrance to a weak moan from her. It began pressing against her, persistence conquering her natural instinct, as it forced three, four, five inches into her rectum. With that I worked in time with the tentacle; when I pulled out, it would enter, going deeper inside with each thrust, and vice versa, though occasionally I would completely fill both her holes at once. A familiar heat began rushing through my body.

I could feel my orgasm rising. Threatening to crash like a tsunami at any moment. My thrusts became erratic, often powerful enough that I could see the shape of my cock head through her abdomen, my tentacle was reaching deeper than anything should’ve been able to, as it entered her intestines, the slime turning anything harmful or disgusting to a clear fluid, one that her body would absorb into it, making her whole body more elastic, letting me do with it as I pleased.

“I’m cumming! Straight into your womb!” I cried as I hilted once again and began firing my load.

This was the greatest experience of my life. Her walls clenched me tightly, milking me while her own orgasm shot through her. My climax was far more powerful than my previous one, my body producing far more sperm than before. The tentacles around us sprayed once again, coating her cum covered skin in a second layer. The bulge of my cock was disappearing as more and more cum was pumped inside her, kept there by the pole plugging the exit, and building up. The tentacle inside her was also making it’s deposit, shooting up her intestines and filling her already full stomach, even as it leaked and spurted from around the girth. I stared down at her abdomen, watching it begin to inflate to look four months pregnant, then six, then eight, before she looked to be carrying to term. After that my orgasm died to a stream and I pulled out.

I had cum for over two minutes, and in that time the flow had never fully died down, always increasing. Now my cock was shrinking down, satisfied at long last, though even deflated it hung near my knees. I laid her down, enjoying the sight of her painted form and heavily inflated stomach. I knew she would be pregnant, even if it was a safe day for her, my sperm had flooded her fallopian tubes and ovaries, forcing any mature eggs into the tubes for fertilization.

“Mother,” She groaned in response, “You’re pregnant, with your daughter’s children.” This set her off again, the thought of carrying my spawn bringing her to one final orgasm before passing out. I was surprisingly tired as well and went to sleep, laying in a pool of my mother’s and my own cum.

When I woke the sun was up and I was late for college! I didn’t even register the pool of white I laid in, or the state of my mother, all I cared about was showering and getting dressed. I got what I needed and ran out the door. I needed to get to my college and fast, and, as if by magic, I was there. This was reason to pause. I stared around in confusion. How did I get here? Was I hallucinating? I pinched my arm and winced in pain. The bell rung for first class and all puzzled thoughts stopped.

As I rushed to my Media class I noticed the girls in the halls all staring at me. I didn’t question as I was in such a rush, but I did note the lustful gazes. I was sat just before the teacher entered, she was a young one, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was small all things considered, but her thin frame worked with the height of five foot nothing, giving her the adorable appearance of a child. This often put people off, but I had thing for her, she was cute and I had often dreamt of having a child like her someday. Her name was Miss Elisha, and I wanted her.

I didn’t notice as my arousal began to smoulder within me. With the arousal I began to breathe out potent pheromones laced with aphrodisiacs, and the effect it had was subtle, but at the same time obvious, I looked around me, once again seeing the stares of my female classmates, though the males all seemed oblivious to me, just as I wanted. I ignored them and concentrated on Miss Elisha watching her go about setting up the projector for each of the graduates presentations. They say it’s to give us something to aim for, I think it’s just a way for them to say we suck in comparison.

Anyway, she seemed distracted as though something, or someone, was occupying her attention. As my eyes wandered over her tight little body, my imagination got to work, envisioning her naked and begging for me to fuck her with my long hard cock. Suddenly the memories of yesterday came flooding back, my cock, my tentacles, my tits, I looked down to see that they were still engorged, and finally I remembered my mother, how I’d fucked and impregnated her, and how good it felt to do so. I looked around again, this time eyeing my prey, though I seemed to only desire Miss Elisha right now.

I decided to see what I could really do and grew a tentacle, this one was as thinner than paper and barely visible to the naked air, as it snaked through the air, beneath the tables of all male students currently in the room, where it would pierce their skin and inject with a concentration of my will power, telling them to leave the room, no questions asked. They did just that, leaving me alone with a dozen girls, all of whom would be my toys from now on. I grinned like a shark and locked my gaze with Miss Elisha.

THE END