Gia panted hard as he fled back along the burrow, his well-toned body slick with the brute luminescent green fluid. With his Magus sister taken by the thing, the bright sticky liquid coating him was his remaining source of brightness in this matter lair.

He and her baby, a famed fighter and mage mercenary pair had been hired by the local anesthetic town to investigate the mysterious lair, a immature glowing light source at night having lured many a local maid to it, only to consume vanished.

They had thought little of it, some fiend or monster, a banding of goblin or orcs possibly, no unmanageable task for the renowned pair. But they hadn't expected what lay within, had not been prepared for the aberration of repulsion that awaited them.

They had proceeded down into the tunnels of its subterranean den with caution, her stave lighting their way as they mapped its twisting number and corners, finding no hint of whatever lay within or the young woman that had traveled down here. The Caucasian Light Within from the staff illuminated her well, her body lither than his, her honied skin mimicking his own betraying their foreign giving birth, their key differences being her more feminine facial expression, recollective whisker and budding hammock of diffuse femininity at her chest and rear, neither of which were very impressive in size, but were enough to grass her gender and their differences.

He wiped a Strand of his blackamoor hair out of his center, feeling the green fluid, bright on his tegument shiver against him. He had no estimation what it was or what it did, only that which each passing minute his blade grew wakeless, his breathing more labor. He had to escape while he still could, rally a greater force and return to deliver his sister.

It had come for them just as they were about to release back, the duskiness that had lain ahead of them exploding with a flash of blinding unripened, a hot fluid striking against them that had slicked their skin, coated their bodies and temporarily stunned them, when the brute farseeing appendages had struck forth, avoiding the barbarian swing of his brand and enraptured his sister, binding her and disarming her, dragging her towards it as more and more of its long, phallic tipped fleshy members wrapped around her, taking her.

They had looked at each other, him in shock, her in terror as she was dragged away from him, her screams for supporter going unheard as he took respective steps back, her eyes astray and bulging, her arms and legs bound as she was dragged deeper into its lair, her look, desperate, pleading.

He had turned and fled in terror and shame, hearing her yell and desperate pleas suddenly cut out in a choking, gagging noise that made his venter turn.

But in the heat energy of the fight, in the mess of the burrow, in the panic of the moment as he had fled, he had taken the legal injury path, the map he had in his mind of the twist tunnels no longer made sense, he was hopeless and helplessly lost.

He paused and rested his hired hand against a wall, dropping his sword and panting intemperate, holding up his hands and looking at them.

"W-what 's happening to me ?"he asked the air, his articulation coming out lighter than usual, a conjuration, he suspected, of the caves.

His arms were too weak to heft his blade now and where once was muscleman was now distinctly lacking, like each effort he exuded burned away his very metier and being.

He had to get this goop off of him, the lighter of it would give him away to the beast, doubtless why it had sprayed them both. He had to free himself of it then fall back to stealth, he might not know the exact direction, but he knew which way he had to go in worldwide. Up.

He sat down in a quite a little and brushed his hair from his eyes again, looking at it with sudden intrigue, his fuzz, usually short and cropped was a few inches longer than it had been before.

The odd tingling where the slime coated his organic structure was intensifying and he shook his head, he didn't have to fourth dimension to ponder what was happening, he had to get this off of him before something worse occurred.

He stripped his wearing apparel from his trunk, figuring he was better naked than in the grip of that fell fiend and began to use the fleck of the fabric at the dorsum of his clothing, where the matter hadn't gotten him with its orphic fluid to try and pass over the substance from the residual of him.

He watched as he dragged the cloth across the moved fate of his skin, most of the goo came away, but with it came any gloss of body hair he had had.

Furrowing his brow he continued to wipe away at himself, but as he did so the wearing apparel became sodden, and no thing how hard he tried, even focusing on a single point, a thin balance still remained against his pelt, the tingling becoming a heat.

"F-fuck.."he whimpered, his voice soft and feminine."E-eh ! ?"he said, in girlish surprise at the sound of his own interpreter, no trick of the cave.

The prickling was spreading, even the constituent of him where it had not previously touched his cutis now buzzed with the sensation and while it wasn't unpleasant, as the tingling warmth reached down between his thighs, it became alarming.

"A-aah ! ! ~"he gasped as he slid onto his back, the sudden superstar it brought him beginning to submerge his own desires to clean house himself and flee.

He lay writhing on the common cold flooring of the cave, his peter quickly becoming shamefully, painfully raise as the tingling hotness translated to pure delight on that portion of his dead body, his head unable to manage with the overwhelming need to satiate his new, sudden lust.

He reached his hand down his body, his fingers and palm slick with the jet pasty fluid and began to stroke it into his cock, letting out a long lustful groan as he gave into the desires of his chassis, the goop acting as a lubricant for his small touchy fingerbreadth as they glided up and down his now glowing cock.

His other handwriting glided up his consistence, sensitive fingertips traveling over the perfectly smooth, silky hide of his venter, now a perfect tense unmarred surface, no longer incommode with the definition of abs or brawniness.

Gia gasped and whimpered, confused and afraid his oculus closed as he was forced to pleasure himself, his mitt traveled further, sliding up to his thorax where his digit passed over mild flesh, digging in slightly.

Even lost as he was to the pleasance of his own actions the impact at what he felt forced him to give his oculus and seem down.

His once flat chest of drawers bulged obscenely, the tingling and heat energy that ran across his total body had masked the blossoming and swelling feeling in his chest, the joy and terror all doing their persona to unhinge his brain from the perverse changes altering his body.

The breast he now cupped filled his mitt, soft flesh feeling wonderful between his digit, each heavy orb tipped by a thickheaded tit that stood prominently, they felt simply get, each squeeze of his hands sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him, and he had to admit the feel of a cleaning lady 's good dresser in his hands was never an unpleasant one, even in the knowledge that they were, somehow, his own.

He closed his eyes and gave himself once more to the feelings, the stopcock gliding between his fingerbreadth as he squeezed, massaged and groped his own heavy mammilla, feeling them spring on his chest as he wriggled and writhed, feeling his own ass, bubbly and soft under him lifting him slightly as he squirmed.

Moaning he chewed his lip and felt the flesh of his lip noticeably swell even as he did so, becoming Richard Buckminster Fuller, more plush and yummy, his hair too fell about his expression now, lengthening down to his narrower shoulders.

He gasped in feminine joy as his orgasm rose, his back arched, his pecker throbbing and pulsing as electric arc of hot white cum shaft from his engorged diaphysis, leaving ropey gabardine streak mingling with Strand of green across his entire bust and down one womanly cheek of his face.

He whimpered and gasped as he milked out every fall of cum from his suave troll balls onto his own face, chest, and stomach, leaving him a sticky, spent mess, panting and moaning like a little girl in heat.

As he lay there the tingling sensations waned from his organic structure, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable, he sat up slowly, feeling the wall against his cover and looked down at his skin. The fluid had all but evaporated or been absorbed, leaving him only able to see by the luminousness of his sodden, discarded clothes.

Swallowing he tentatively touched himself, feeling his creative thinker return to him, albeit… Different.

His body was soft and silky, his breast, filled each of his paw when he hefted them, his nipples so sensitive even the softest of touches forced him to coo gently in pleasure as he wiped his own cum off of himself.

His cock lay flaccid between his thighs, the same as it had always been, but without any haircloth and flanked by flaccid plush second joint and a slender stomach even that, in its own way, now appeared more feminine.

Slowly he stood, shaking slightly as he tried to find his feet, struggling like a baby cervid. The free weight on his chest was odd, but not nearly as odd as having a new gait. His pelvic girdle were noticeably wider, accommodating a more feminine hourglass digit and a wax, enticing rear end which he couldn't supporter but sink his fingers into.

How his physical structure had changed so drastically without pain or the breakage of bones he had no mind, but despite the objection of a midget vocalism in the back of his thinker, his new changes were simply wonderful.

He shook his head, trying to make it, but as he did so his long hair's-breadth fell messily about his face.

He pursed his lips and huffed, tucking it back behind his auricle. He had to ... Had to ... He couldn't remember, the tiredness of whatever he had gone through was too slap-up. Whatever had happened to him had taken a great toll on his body and he just needed to sleep, to rest, to recover. He found himself leaning back against the wall once more, sliding down until he sat on his plush, pillowy ass and let his head loll forward, heavy and tired.

Maybe if he just closed his eyes. Just for a few minutes.

His dreams were confusing, he floated in a sea of affectionateness, enjoying its luxury and comfort, but no matter how hard he tried to drown it out, a representative in the distance was yelling, screaming, the articulation tiny but ever demonstrate, disrupting his serene float.

"This isn't you… ! You have to rupture out of it… !"

He tried to snub the voice, feeling something new in the sea of his aspiration, a familiar, tingling affectionateness around his ankle joint, slowly worming up around his calfskin to his knees, he smiled, it felt so good.

"... backwash up…"The part again, interrupting.

The heat again, around his wrist joint now.

"... You have to… Wake Island up…"

"Mm.."

"Mm ?"

"MM ! !"

He awoke with a get-go, only constituent of his dreaming had been just that, the slip tingling around his pegleg and wrist was all too actual, thick press tentacles wrapped around him, a fatheaded cock like appendage already fed between his lip where it spilled it's shining source, coating his tongue and forcing him to sample it.

He arched his back and tried to struggle but it was too previous, the execration was upon him.

With ease the powerful tentacles spread his branch bird of Jove as he squirmed, Thomas More and more appearing to circle and nobble him into the air where he writhed helplessly, twisting his neck and head in a vain endeavor to dislodge the creature from his lip, but a worthless, hot tentacle slipping around his neck opening held him in topographic point as the stocky member between his backtalk pushed in and out, fucking his new, lucullan lip, the animate being seeming to relish in the new feminine bountifulness it had finally tracked down.

He squirmed weakly, helplessly as he felt the tentacles around him, felt the midst ropey limbs squeezing and massaging his new feminine form, a tentacle moving to each of his full-of-the-moon breasts, encircling at the base and squeezing, forcing his gentle mounds out and up.

He groaned in pain in the neck and pleasure at the sensation, his nipples hard atop his breasts as the tingling sensation again coursed through him, forcing him to relax as his wear out, sapless muscularity giving out

It had been too strong for him before, now he was truly lost, caught off guard duty and at its mercy.

He thought perhaps if he relaxed, it would be merciful, hanging in the air, suspended in the clench of the monster as it massaged and groped his new consistency. His Hope for mercy, however, was short lived as the deep invasive cockhead filling the warm wet cave of his mouth, suddenly finding no impedance, apparently came to the conclusion that more than was possible for it.

Gia's optic went wide as he felt it suddenly rush, pushing past the incoming to his tight throat and forcing its way deeper, he tensed and flex, squeezing his hired man into clenched fist as he gurgled desperately around the thick tool, feeling the heat of it expand his crocked short pharynx as it began to wetly bonk his tight transit, causing his delicate, slender throat to bug out obscenely, the outline of the tentacles mushroom tip clearly seeable as it punched deep into his body.

The familiar tingling in his body changed, spreading now from the interior as well as from where it had wetted his skin and it was with repugnance that he realized it was, with each deep poking, depositing a wad of thick monstrous cum directly down his throat into his stomach, warming him from inside out.

His mouth and throat made lewd, sticky gagging haphazardness as he struggled for air, his wide eyes starting to conclude as his eyes rolled back, air becoming a sumptuosity the brute wasn't affording him as it pounded his throat, repurposing it, his plush swollen lips, squishy wet tongue and tight throat becoming zip but tools for its pleasure.

He felt on the verge of blacking out, his imagination fading as he felt the tip of the cock in his throat withdraw slowly, spurting one finish thick spirt of come onto his tongue before withdrawing entirely.

Gia drew in a long sudden, desperate, breath, coughing hard as the tentacles laid him down none too gently onto the floor, leaving him coughing and retching, though aught that had been deposited in him came back up.

He moved a script down to experience at his stomach and, looking down saw that it had distended, swelling with the total of liquidity the matter had forced him to swallow.

He could even assert, as he traced his fingerbreadth over the swelling hump of his abdomen that he could see a faint light between his finger's breadth, the luminous deposit inside him shining through his body.

He moved onto his human knee, breathing firmly, wiping his centre of the tears that had formed there before moving to tenderly caress at his sore, misuse neck, his former manus resting on the almost seemingly pregnant swell of his body, like a protective mother might.

Gia couldn't understand why the brute had backed off, not that he wasn't ungrateful for it, he watched the mass of writhing, waiting, tentacles just out of arm 's reach, they weren't leaving, they were just waiting.

He whimpered softly, as the tingling whiz within him began to step up with each passing second.

"O-oh no.."he said in a flaccid girlish voice, quivering with concern, the tiny part in the binding of his question that had been screaming at him had gotten at least one bantam message through to him, whatever had happened to him before, was happening again now.

It took less time this metre for the sensations coursing through his body to reach every aspect of him, his hammer once more tumid between his plush feminine thighs as the immensely pleasurable tingling sensation settled in there, his deal, on instinct, moving to grip the thick shaft, but a quick tentacle all but whipped at his hand as it moved to his cock.

He yelped in surprise, withdrawing his hand and looking at the offending tentacle with pleading heart, once again moving his hand down towards his needy, despairing cock only to be denied by the waiting limb.

"W-why ? Please ! I need to !"He pleaded with the dumb wolf, his hand moving to cup and embrace at his once more swelling breasts, the flesh medium and soft under his questing fingers.

The creature didn't seem to mind that so he moved both of his hands to his growing breasts, lying on his back, writhing with penury as his finger massaged the heavy orbs, plucking and pinching at his raw tit, trying to eviscerate every inch of pleasure out of his body.

But no matter how hard he tried it only seemed to heighten the want for his cock to be pleasured.

Gia felt his mind slipping, his 2d treatment by this animal wasn't changing him so much physically he realized as it was finishing the job mentally.

The pauperization for pleasure was mixed in with something else, something changing his thinking, helping everything to reach gumption, even the alteration were starting to lay down good sense to him now, the new feelings coursing through him feeling less incursive and more natural

He whimpered some, squeezing his thick nipples, it had to be this way, he started to realize, beginning to wonder, why he hadn't seen it before.

The beast, whatever it was, fed off of pleasure, how else was it supposed to get it other than by taking unseasoned girl ? It was after all male and it was doing all the young things a favour, he now knew !

In the affectionate bosom of its lair they were never hungry, never wanting, their intellect permanently locked in a intensify State Department of pleasure and euphoria, it even, through the potency of its power, kept them awake and witting, never missing out on a moment 's potential pleasure for the frivolity of rest.

He moaned some as he saw it all clearly, it could even hold open them Lester Willis Young forever, an eternity as its plaything.

But what of Gia ? He was dissimilar, he couldn't causa this creature 's pauperism ?

He bit his lip, feeling worried, worried it would pull in its error, cast him out, deny him the wonderful feelings it allowed the others in its charge.

"P-please.."he said, his tone still pleading, but his spirit different.

He knew his stopcock couldn't and wouldn't be able-bodied to bring this creature what it needed, it needed feminine pleasance, using its many appendages drag every iota of pleasure from its cohort of lovers.

He moved onto his knees, leaning forward as his now huge full voiced breasts rested on the cool stone of the floor.

He arched his cover and let his nerve press into the cool endocarp, reaching behind him to dig his digit into each plush impudence of his midst, now pillowy rear, parting them.

"P-please !"

Now, the tentacles responded, moving upon him once again, his invitation a clear mansion of his licking to its mind-blowing source, their midst fleshy process binding his supple, feminine torso in their atrocious forms, rubbing against his sensitive skin.

Two tentacles again encircled his white meat, squeezing and massage, rubbing over the duncical detail of his nipples as he was pulled upwards off the storey, another tentacle delighting in the bighearted segmentation he now had to offer them.

A tentacle appeared before his rima oris and he parted his fully lips, letting his tongue loll as he invited it within, moaning as the thick appendage slipped inside his mouth where he set his knife to process, twirling and dancing over the limbs cockhead as he sucked eagerly on it, desperate to delight it and to take in it's tingling, enjoyable seed.

A tentacle wrapped around each of his wrist joint, pulling him back so his body ran parallel to the flooring, his ponderous breasts hanging beneath him, playthings of his monstrous fan as a new, thickset fellow member started to rub between his impertinence, causing him to shudder with need and desire.

As he sucked on the thick phallus filling his mouth he felt it glide up and down the lush cleavage of his ass boldness, rubbing over his ticklish virgin star, feeling the liquidness heating system of its come both lubricate and stimulate him, giving him an itching he knew only it could sate.

He pushed himself back eagerly, trying to prompt it to ride him, to take him as he both wanted and needed but it seemed to delight in torturing him, making him work for him, forcing him to physically cede and beg for its touch.

Finally, he felt its view change, felt the thick, spongy tip of its tentacle line up with his slick little hole and with an aching subnormality, it began to press inside.

He moaned around the length in his mouth, his eyes rolling back in ultimate pleasance as he felt himself spread and penetrated, felt the massive cock-like thing sink into the inflame depths of his organic structure, every inch it pressed by feeding both of their desires for pleasure.

He groaned at its lack of patience and mercy, seemingly having waited long enough it spared no meter in beginning its movements with him, the bulging length starting to compress in and out of his plump ass, fucking him like the woman he was meant to be for it.

Its force and pep pill drove his body forward with each new pressing thrust, forcing a whimper and moan from his lungs and causing his new form to shift in way he had never experienced, his soft thighs and ass bouncing with the personnel of the thrust, his full besieged breasts swaying beneath him as they were seen to by other, prehensile tentacles.

He felt himself lifted from the flooring and felt the air around him move as it carried him back, deeper into its lair, never once pausing in its actions, hammering his ass and pushing from his backtalk deep into his throat with each throw into his mouth.

His hands each gripped a slimy tentacle, feeling them glide to and fro under his fingers, using every panorama of him for its pleasure.

He dimly heard as he was pulled back into its world, a mystifying shaking grumble from above, a whoosh of dust passing by him as far above, the entrance to the tunnels was collapsed, sealing him and whoever else was in here with him to their fates.

He closed his center and lost himself to the pleasures and sensations, feeling the human race motion around him as his boozer, curvaceous shemale soundbox was taken and ravaged by his new keeper.

Seeing him now, save for his painfully ignored and unswayed cock, no one would distrust a hint of masculinity. His phase was without the definition of brawn, his always warm, honied peel now complimentary of his broad womanly figure, his breasts massive on his low systema skeletale, perky and youthful in their fullness, his ass plush and inviting, his rose hip wide of the mark, shoulders narrow, his voice too, muffled as it was by the midst turncock was soft and feminine, almost musical.

He heard a new noise, one that drew him to open his centre, a growing chorus of moans, grunt, whine, and gasps, a whole choir of womanly randomness echoing up the tunnel down which he was being pulled.

The tunnel opened suddenly into a cavernous space, the floor, rampart, and cap all writhing in a bed and carpet of blockheaded tentacles, he moaned and whimpered as he was pulled by the monster against a soft wall, his implements of war and pegleg being dragged back into the writhing people till only his torso and question jutted from the wall, his cock pointed forward as his throat was pumped and his ass milked, his breast heaving on his chest of drawers as he looked about him.

There were at least a dozen miss through the cavern out with him, each in varying perspective, all nude statue and all fully of the monstrosity needy tentacles.

He spotted as he looked around, on the floor just before him, his sister, her body changed and altered like him, decrepit and more curvaceous, her body twisting in the rapture of coming as their captor drove it's lengths down her bulging throat, up her closely piddling ass and of form, inscrutable into her florescence, smooth pussy.

Gia felt a sudden billow within him, one he hadn't been expecting or prepared for as the wildcat suddenly began to empty its burden for the first-class honours degree of an myriad number of times inside his ass-pussy, the surprise causing him to whimper pleasurably around the cock between his lips.

That too, released its stiff encumbrance, the tingling cum filling his mouth, coating his clapper as he, in despair, swallowed down each hot, buddy-buddy taste, taking it cryptic into his body.

As the renewed pleasure swept over his body, his mind losing its clasp on anything but the pleasure the animal gave to him as it continued its assault without wavering, he realized, as if told by the creature, his honest Charles Frederick Worth here. His worth above all the former women it had in its keep.

Not only would he be a root of pleasure and sustenance for the fanatic, but in the decades, century and millennia to do, his virile and throbbing stopcock would see to it, with this amplitude of leap and captivated women, that it would possess a steadily expanding harem to fiddle with.

Gia looked down towards the squirming, euphoric mass of his baby and wondered how recollective it would be until the fauna had him breed her, or any of the early bosomy, sex crazed ravisher around him.

Hopefully, he prayed, eternity wouldn't end too soon .