Gia panted hard as he fled back along the tunnel, his well-toned dead body slick with the creatures luminescent green fluid. With his Magus sister taken by the thing, the undimmed sticky liquidity coating him was his remaining informant of ignitor in this things lair.

He and her sister, a famous fighter and mage moneymaking pair had been hired by the local town to enquire the mysterious den, a greenness glowing illumination at dark having lured many a local maiden to it, only to have vanished.

They had thought little of it, some fiend or lusus naturae, a band of goblins or orcs possibly, no difficult task for the famed pair. But they hadn't expected what lay within, had not been prepared for the aberration of horror that awaited them.

They had proceeded down into the tunnels of its subterranean lair with caution, her staff lighting their way as they mapped its twirl turns and corners, finding no vestige of whatever lay within or the girlfriend that had traveled down here. The white light from the staff illuminated her fountainhead, her trunk sylphlike than his, her honied skin mimicking his own betraying their foreign birth, their key differences being her more feminine case, recollective whisker and budding cumulus of soft femininity at her thorax and stern, neither of which were very impressive in size, but were enough to lead astray her grammatical gender and their differences.

He wiped a strand of his black hair's-breadth out of his optic, feeling the Green River fluid, bright on his skin tingle against him. He had no idea what it was or what it did, only that which each passing minute his sword grew heavier, his breathing more labored. He had to escape while he still could, rally a greater force and counter to rescue his sister.

It had come for them just as they were about to turn back, the darkness that had lain ahead of them exploding with a flash of blinding green, a hot fluid striking against them that had slicked their peel, coated their dead body and temporarily stunned them, when the creature foresightful extremity had struck forth, avoiding the tempestuous jive of his leaf blade and enraptured his sister, binding her and disarming her, dragging her towards it as more and to a greater extent of its long, priapic tipped fleshy fellow member wrapped around her, taking her.

They had looked at each other, him in shock, her in panic as she was dragged away from him, her shrieking for avail going unheard as he took several gradation back, her eyes all-embracing 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 panic and ignominy, hearing her cries and desperate plea suddenly cut out in a strangulation, gagging noise that made his abdomen turn.

But in the heat of the fight, in the mint of the burrow, in the panic of the bit as he had fled, he had taken the wrong path, the map he had in his head of the twisting tunnels no foresighted made common sense, he was hopeless and helplessly lost.

He paused and rested his manus against a paries, dropping his steel and panting hard, holding up his work force and looking at them.

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

His arms were too sapless to heft his sword now and where once was muscle was now distinctly lacking, like each effort he exuded burned away his very strong suit and being.

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

He sat down in a spate and brushed his whisker from his eyes again, looking at it with sudden intrigue, his hair, usually light and cropped was a few in yearner than it had been before.

The odd tingle where the slime coated his body was intensifying and he shook his head, he didn't have to time to ruminate what was happening, he had to get this off of him before something forged occurred.

He stripped his apparel from his body, figuring he was better naked than in the suitcase of that fell fiend and began to use the patches of the fabric at the back of his clothing, where the thing hadn't gotten him with its mystifying fluid to try and wipe the essence from the rest of him.

He watched as he dragged the fabric across the touch on fate of his hide, nigh of the goo came away, but with it came any illusion of torso hair he had had.

Furrowing his supercilium he continued to wipe away at himself, but as he did so the clothes became sodden, and no issue how hard he tried, even focusing on a single point, a thin residue still remained against his skin, the tingling becoming a heat.

"F-fuck.."he whimpered, his part diffused and feminine."E-eh ! ?"he said, in schoolgirlish surprisal at the sound of his own representative, no fast one of the cave.

The tingling was spreading, even the portions of him where it had not previously touched his peel now buzzed with the aesthesis and while it wasn't unpleasant, as the tingling fondness reached down between his thighs, it became alarming.

"A-aah ! ! ~"he gasped as he slid onto his back, the sudden sensory faculty it brought him beginning to overwhelm his own desires to houseclean himself and flee.

He lay writhing on the inhuman base of the cave, his cock quickly becoming shamefully, painfully erect as the tingling heating system translated to pure pleasure on that parting of his dead body, his mind ineffectual to grapple with the overwhelming demand to sate his new, sudden lust.

He reached his hand down his physical structure, his fingerbreadth and decoration slick with the green mucilaginous fluid and began to stroke it into his cock, letting out a long lustful moan as he gave into the desires of his flesh, the guck acting as a lubricant for his lowly delicate fingers as they glided up and down his now glowing cock.

His other hand glided up his eubstance, sensible fingertips traveling over the perfectly smooth, silken tegument of his abdomen, now a perfect unmarred surface, no longer pain with the definition of abs or sinew.

Gia gasped and whimpered, confused and afraid his eyes closed as he was forced to pleasure himself, his deal traveled further, sliding up to his chest where his fingers passed over voiced form, digging in slightly.

Even lost as he was to the pleasure of his own activeness the jounce at what he felt forced him to open up his centre and calculate down.

His once flat chest bulged obscenely, the tingling and heat that ran across his total body had masked the blossoming and swelling feeling in his chest, the pleasure and terror all doing their parts to distract his brain from the perverse variety altering his body.

The breast he now cupped filled his deal, soft flesh feeling wonderful between his fingers, each profound orb tipped by a thickset nipple that stood prominently, they felt simply amazing, each clinch of his paw sending another undulation of pleasure coursing through him, and he had to allow in the feel of a charwoman 's full breast in his hands was never an unpleasant one, even in the knowledge that they were, somehow, his own.

He closed his heart and gave himself once more to the feelings, the pecker gliding between his digit as he squeezed, massaged and groped his own grievous tits, feeling them bounce 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 human body of his lip noticeably swell even as he did so, becoming fuller, more plush and luscious, his haircloth too fell about his face now, lengthening down to his narrower shoulders.

He gasped in feminine pleasure as his climax rose, his back arched, his cock throbbing and pulsing as bow of hot white cum shot from his engorged shot, leaving stringy egg white streaks mingling with string of green across his full-of-the-moon bust and down one feminine face of his boldness.

He whimpered and gasped as he milked out every drop of cum from his politic round balls onto his own face, bureau, and stomach, leaving him a sticky, spent mess, panting and moaning like a girl in heat.

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

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

His body was lenient and sleek, his chest, filled each of his hands when he hefted them, his tit so sensitive even the softest of touches forced him to coo gently in pleasance 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 fuzz and flanked by flabby 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 determine his feet, struggling like a babe deer. The weight unit on his thorax was odd, but not nearly as odd as having a new gait. His hips were noticeably wide-cut, accommodating a more feminine hourglass figure and a full, enticing buttocks which he couldn't assistant but go down his finger into.

How his eubstance had changed so drastically without pain or the breaking of osseous tissue he had no idea, but despite the protests of a flyspeck voice in the backbone of his mind, his new changes were simply fantastic.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, but as he did so his long hair fell messily about his face.

He pursed his lip and huffed, tucking it back behind his auricle. He had to ... Had to ... He couldn't remember, the fatigue of whatever he had gone through was too great. Whatever had happened to him had taken a bang-up toll on his torso and he just needed to sleep, to rest, to reclaim. He found himself leaning back against the rampart 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 warmth, enjoying its luxury and comfort, but no topic how hard he tried to drown it out, a spokesperson in the distance was yelling, screaming, the voice tiny but ever present, disrupting his serene float.

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

He tried to discount the voice, feeling something new in the sea of his aspiration, a familiar, tingling lovingness around his articulatio talocruralis, slowly worming up around his calfskin to his knees, he smiled, it felt so unspoiled.

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

The warmheartedness again, around his radiocarpal joint now.

"... You have to… backwash up…"

"Mm.."

"Mm ?"

"MM ! !"

He awoke with a startle, only constituent of his dreaming had been just that, the slick tingling around his ramification and wrist joint was all too real, fatheaded press tentacles wrapped around him, a thick shaft like process already fed between his lips where it spilled it's bright seed, coating his tongue and forcing him to smack it.

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

With repose the hefty tentacles spread his limbs bird of Jove as he squirmed, Thomas More and more appearing to circle and lift him into the air where he writhed helplessly, twisting his neck opening and headway in a vain attempt to dislodge the creature from his sass, but a vile, hot tentacle slipping around his neck held him in place as the fatheaded appendage between his sass pushed in and out, fucking his new, plushy lips, the creature seeming to savor in the new feminine bounty it had finally tracked down.

He squirmed weakly, helplessly as he felt the tentacles around him, felt the thick ropey limbs squeezing and massaging his new womanly form, a tentacle moving to each of his full breasts, encircling at the fundament and squeezing, forcing his soft mounds out and up.

He groaned in pain and pleasure at the sensation, his mamilla hard atop his white meat as the tingling sensation again coursed through him, forcing him to relax as his sap, weak muscles giving out

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

He thought perhaps if he relaxed, it would be merciful, hanging in the air, suspended in the travelling bag of the fiend as it massaged and groped his new body. His hope for mercifulness, however, was curtly lived as the thick invasive cockhead filling the warm wet cave of his sassing, suddenly finding no resistance, apparently came to the close that Thomas More was possible for it.

Gia's eyes went wide of the mark as he felt it suddenly billow, pushing past the entrance to his pissed throat and forcing its way deeper, he tensed and flexed, squeezing his custody into fist as he gurgled desperately around the thick stopcock, feeling the estrus of it exposit his tight small throat as it began to wetly have it off his tight passage, 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 conversant tingle in his physical structure changed, spreading now from the inside as well as from where it had wetted his skin and it was with horror that he realized it was, with each oceanic abyss push, depositing a wad of thick monstrous cum directly down his throat into his belly, warming him from inside out.

His sass and pharynx made lewd, mucilaginous gagging noises as he struggled for air, his wide heart starting to come together as his heart rolled back, air becoming a sumptuousness the fauna wasn't affording him as it pounded his throat, repurposing it, his plush swollen lips, spongy wet tongue and tight throat becoming nix but dick for its pleasure.

He felt on the verge of blacking out, his visual sensation fading as he felt the tip of the cock in his throat withdraw slowly, spurting one in conclusion thick-skulled jet of seed onto his tongue before withdrawing entirely.

Gia drew in a retentive sudden, heroic, breath, coughing hard as the tentacles laid him down none too gently onto the floor, leaving him coughing and retching, though nothing that had been deposited in him came back up.

He moved a script down to feel at his stomach and, looking down saw that it had distended, swelling with the amount of liquid the thing had forced him to swallow.

He could even swear, as he traced his digit over the swelling hump of his abdominal cavity that he could see a faint lighting between his fingerbreadth, the luminous deposit inside him shining through his body.

He moved onto his knees, breathing hard, wiping his oculus of the weeping that had formed there before moving to tenderly caress at his sore, mistreat neck, his early paw resting on the almost seemingly pregnant swell of his body, like a protective mother might.

Gia couldn't understand why the animate being had backed off, not that he wasn't thankless 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 sensation within him began to intensify with each passing second.

"O-oh no.."he said in a lenient girlish voice, quivering with concern, the bantam vox in the backbone of his head that had been screaming at him had gotten at least one diminutive message through to him, whatever had happened to him before, was happening again now.

It took less time this time for the sentiency coursing through his body to progress to every aspect of him, his turncock once more rear between his plush feminine thighs as the immensely gratifying tingling maven settled in there, his hand, on inherent aptitude, moving to grip the thick shaft, but a quick tentacle all but whipped at his helping hand as it moved to his cock.

He yelped in surprise, withdrawing his bridge player and looking at the offending tentacle with pleading eye, once again moving his helping hand down towards his needy, do-or-die cock only to be denied by the waiting limb.

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

The animal didn't seem to mind that so he moved both of his hands to his growing breasts, lying on his back, writhing with need as his finger massaged the grueling orbs, plucking and pinching at his tender mamilla, trying to draw every inch of pleasure out of his body.

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

Gia felt his mind slipping, his secondment intervention by this savage wasn't changing him so much physically he realized as it was finishing the job mentally.

The motivation for pleasance was mixed in with something else, something changing his thinking, helping everything to nominate sense, even the modification were starting to do sensation to him now, the new feelings coursing through him feeling less invasive 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 creature, whatever it was, fed off of pleasure, how else was it supposed to get it other than by taking young girls ? It was after all male and it was doing all the untried thing a favor, he now knew !

In the warm embrace of its lair they were never hungry, never wanting, their judgment permanently locked in a sharpen DoS of delight and euphoria, it even, through the authorisation of its power, kept them awake and witting, never missing out on a second 's potential pleasure for the frivolity of eternal rest.

He moaned some as he saw it all clearly, it could even keep them young forever, an timeless existence as its plaything.

But what of Gia ? He was different, he couldn't suit this creature 's needs ?

He bit his lip, feeling worried, worried it would bring in its erroneous belief, cast him out, deny him the howling feeling it allowed the others in its charge.

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

He knew his cock couldn't and wouldn't be able to take this tool what it needed, it needed feminine pleasure, using its many appendages drag every iota of pleasure from its cohort of lovers.

He moved onto his stifle, leaning forward as his now huge good delicate tit rested on the cool Harlan Stone of the floor.

He arched his vertebral column and let his typeface mechanical press into the poise Harlan Fiske Stone, reaching behind him to dig his finger's breadth into each plush cheek of his thick, now pillowy posterior, parting them.

"P-please !"

Now, the tentacles responded, moving upon him once again, his invitation a clear polarity of his defeat to its mind-bending seed, their duncish fleshy appendage binding his supple, feminine body in their monstrous forms, rubbing against his sensitive skin.

Two tentacles again encircled his breasts, squeezing and massage, rubbing over the blockheaded item of his mammilla as he was pulled upwards off the floor, another tentacle delighting in the plentiful cleavage he now had to offer them.

A tentacle appeared before his mouth and he parted his full mouth, letting his tongue loll as he invited it within, moaning as the midst appendage slipped inside his mouth where he set his tongue to make for, twirling and dancing over the arm cockhead as he sucked eagerly on it, desperate to delight it and to get it's tingling, enjoyable seed.

A tentacle wrapped around each of his wrist joint, pulling him back so his body ran parallel to the trading floor, his heavy breasts hanging beneath him, toy of his monstrous lover as a new, thick fellow member started to rub between his cheek, causing him to shiver with pauperization and desire.

As he sucked on the stocky member filling his mouth he felt it glide up and down the plush cleavage of his ass cheeks, rubbing over his delicate virgin whiz, feeling the liquid state heat of its seed both lubricate and stimulate him, giving him an itching he knew only it could sate.

He pushed himself back eagerly, trying to motivate it to climb up 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 surrender and beg for its touch.

Finally, he felt its situation change, felt the midst, squashy tip of its tentacle strain up with his slick fiddling kettle of fish and with an aching deliberateness, it began to iron inside.

He moaned around the distance in his oral fissure, his eyes rolling back in ultimate pleasure as he felt himself spread and penetrated, felt the massive cock-like affair sinkhole into the heated depth of his body, 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 time in beginning its movements with him, the bulging length starting to press in and out of his plump ass, fucking him like the char he was meant to be for it.

Its forcefulness and speed drove his body forward with each new pressing poking, forcing a whimper and moan from his lungs and causing his new flesh to pitch in mode he had never experienced, his cushy thigh and ass bouncing with the force-out of the thrust, his wax besieged breasts swaying beneath him as they were seen to by other, avaricious tentacles.

He felt himself lifted from the story and felt the air around him move as it carried him back, deeply into its den, never once pausing in its action mechanism, hammering his ass and pushing from his mouth deep into his throat with each stroke into his mouth.

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

He dimly heard as he was pulled back into its domain, a cryptic shaking rumble from above, a whoosh of junk passing play by him as far above, the entranceway to the burrow was collapsed, sealing him and whoever else was in here with him to their fates.

He closed his eye and lost himself to the pleasures and sensations, feeling the humankind move around him as his lush, buxom shemale body was taken and ravaged by his new keeper.

Seeing him now, save for his painfully ignored and untouched cock, no one would suspect a clue of masculinity. His form was without the definition of muscle, his always warm, honied tegument now complimentary of his full womanly figure, his breasts massive on his small frame of reference, perky and youthful in their mellowness, his ass plush and inviting, his coxa wide, berm narrow, his voice too, muffled as it was by the midst cock was soft and feminine, almost musical.

He heard a new racket, one that drew him to open his oculus, a growing Greek chorus of moans, grunts, whine, and gasps, a altogether choir of feminine interference echoing up the tunnel down which he was being pulled.

The tunnel opened suddenly into a cavernous space, the floor, walls, and ceiling all writhing in a bed and carpet of thickheaded tentacles, he moaned and whimpered as he was pulled by the demon against a lenient wall, his arms and legs being dragged back into the writhing plenty till only his torso and mind jutted from the bulwark, his dick pointed forward as his pharynx was pumped and his ass milked, his chest heaving on his chest of drawers as he looked about him.

There were at least a XII girls through the cavern out with him, each in varying positions, all nude and all full of the monsters needy tentacles.

He spotted as he looked around, on the story just before him, his sister, her body changed and altered like him, weakly and more curvaceous, her eubstance spin in the ecstasy of culmination as their captor drove it's distance down her bulging pharynx, up her tight small ass and of trend, recondite into her blossoming, smooth pussy.

Gia felt a sudden surge within him, one he hadn't been expecting or prepared for as the beast suddenly began to vacate its warhead for the beginning of an infinite number of times inside his ass-pussy, the surprise causing him to mewl pleasurably around the cock between his lips.

That too, released its potent burden, the tingling cum filling his rima oris, coating his tongue as he, in desperation, swallowed down each hot, compact mouthful, taking it thick into his body.

As the renewed pleasure swept over his eubstance, his mind losing its grip on anything but the pleasure the brute gave to him as it continued its assault without hesitation, he realized, as if told by the animate being, his true worth here. His worth above all the former woman it had in its keep.

Not only would he be a source of pleasance and nutriment for the monster, but in the decades, 100 and millennium to come, his virile and throbbing dick would ensure, with this bounty of bound and entrance cleaning woman, that it would stimulate a steadily expanding harem to play with.

Gia looked down towards the squirming, euphoric mass of his sister and wondered how yearn it would be until the puppet had him breed her, or any of the other curvaceous, sex crazed sweetheart around him.

Hopefully, he prayed, timeless existence wouldn't end too soon .