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The Curse: Chapter 3

As the ashen mist disappeared Harley felt an immediate sense of relief. Something about that cloud was inherently frightening. It seemed to exude a aura of pure power and lust, a terrifying combination!

Harley rubbed her teary, bloodshot eyes, trying to wipe away any residue left behind by the malevolent wisp. She didn't know what the hell that thing was, or why it had come pouring out of her, but she was feeling much better now with it finally gone! The unnatural lust pounding through her body moments ago had dissipated and she was finally starting to feel like herself again.

It must have been something to do with the curse! She wondered if Norman really knew what he was doing when he cast it, or if he had been just as naive as she was. The memory of the fog swirling and flowing, independent of any air currents, scared her. It moved like it was alive! If it really was some cognitive being, and it was capable of manipulating her body the way it had, what else could that thing do?

Finally able to think clearly again, Harley tried to reassess her situation and figure out just what kind of condition that smog had left her body in.

The reptilian tentacles had finally stopped mauling her front and now lay limp at her sides. She wished they had just disappeared altogether, but at least now they seemed dormant. Her breasts had shrunk back down too, but they were still a size or two larger than before. Further down her torso her additional breasts had dwindled down to nearly nothing. All that was left were dark nipple clusters atop almost indistinguishable mounds. She tentatively poked at one with a tentacle, the soft flesh giving way easily as she felt her tight abs underneath.

Wait, her tentacle moved?! Panicking she looked at her tentacle again, but it lay there silently, like it was waiting for something... She tried visualizing it poking at the lump again, and the tentacle complied! To be sure it was her controlling it and not some freakish coincidence, she tried visualizing two of them coiling up on her stomach with the tips sticking out like cobras... and the tentacles did it perfectly! Ok, so she was still stuck with having tentacles, but at least she could control the things.

Continuing her inventory, Harley tentatively pulled her sucker-lined hands away from her crotch. Both pussies still sat there, dark, glistening, and ready for action. She had hoped deep down that they had gone back to normal, but with all the other changes that remained, she couldn't be too surprised tha they had stayed too. But seriously, two vaginas? That's just weird. She squeezed her thighs together experimentally, feeling the strange sensation of her separate labia pushing together. Without the extreme libido pounding through her mind anymore, they just felt out of place and awkward. It was going to take some getting used to, but at least they were something she could cover up with underwear and pants. Her tentacles were going to be a bit more difficult to hide.

But as she was considering different disguise options she heard a sudden sharp intake of breath. When the gasp was followed by a deep sultry moan, Harley knew it was trouble! She didn't know what had just happened, but she knew that ashen smog had been involved! And that meant trouble for all three of them.

"Oh yeah! You like that babe?" Brad's oblivious voice.

"Like it? Hmmm, I suppose it's acceptable."

Did Jen's voice sound a touch lower? More sultry?

"But now it's my turn lover-boy. Let me show you something really great!"

Jen spun on her heel and, with an audible grunt, pushed Brad down into Harley's field of view. Now on his ass, Brad's generous cock stood proudly between his legs, still engorged and glistening with vaginal lube. Jen didn't lose any time in attacking the proffered member, wriggling between Brad's knees and licking the vascular shaft like a melting ice cream cone.

As Harley looked on from her hiding spot, she noticed things starting to take a strange turn. With every lick Brad's already impressive member seemed to grow longer and thicker. Dark patches also began to appear as Jen lavished it with her tongue.

Brad seemed completely unaware of his changes as he screwed his eyes shut and gripped the carpet in his fists. Some throaty mumbling was all he could manage as he rode the waves of pleasure emanating from his girlfriend’s mouth. Harley was able to catch an "Oh yeah babe" here and there between grunts, but the rest was incoherent.

By the time Jen's lips neared his tip, Brad's dick was at least 12 inches long! It was also considerably thicker and looked like it could cause nearly as much pain as pleasure. But as Jen reached its peak, she loosened her jaws and took in the entire swollen head without so much as a cough! Harley could only imagine the gagging fit she would have if she ever tried to swallow something so huge!

Jen groped her boyfriend's balls as she continued to suck his tip. Harley could see the wrinkly skin there become strained as Brad's testicles swelled beneath Jen's fondling. The skin also darkened to match the color of the patches along his shaft. Brad’s balls soon grew too big for Jen's slender hand as they spilled over the sides of her palm. They had to be nearly the size of tennis balls! Jen moved onto stroking the base of his rod and Harley could see flaps of skin pulling up beneath her hand.

Brad started shifting around uncomfortably, unintentionally popping his tip from Jen's mouth. The once circumcised head had turned into a wide flared tip! Then it all clicked in Harley's mind. Brad was sporting a massive horse dick! The skin pulling up from his base made it all the more obvious as his sheath finished developing under Jen's delicate touch.

Brad was clearly struggling now. He was doing his best to hold out and please his partner, but the pressure was becoming too much for him.

"Oh my god babe, here it comes!!"

"Ah-ah-ah there big boy. Who said you could cum?"

Jen calmly placed a perfectly manicured fingertip over the tip of Brad's penis, effectively plugging his pulsing urethra. Brad's eyes shot open in shock.

"Uagh! What the fuck?!!"

Jen poked her head around the towering member to look him square in the eye. "I said you're not allowed to cum yet."

Brad's eyes almost popped out of his head as he looked back and forth in disbelief between his girlfriend and his oversized cock. As long as Harley had known him, Brad had never been one to look overly intelligent, but the look of complete bewilderment on his face now was epic! She could tell he was torn between wanting to know what the fuck was going on, and just wanting to straight up fuck!

"Holy Shit Jen! What the fuck did you do?!"

"Jen? Who is... Oh, I see. You mean this body." she paused, considering how to proceed.

"I'm sorry dear, but your Jen isn't here right now. She's locked away in a nice warm place and I can assure you she's quite content in there!" Not-Jen smirked.

"I'll be taking care of you now. My name is Lascivia. A pleasure to meet you! Or, should I say, it's your pleasure to meet me." Lascivia flashed a heavy smile.

"Now where were we... ah yes, this part!"

Lascivia slid up to her knees, nuzzling Brad's vascular shaft as she went. She quickly turned and wrapped her legs around his hips as she sat on his chiseled abs, giving him a front row seat to her perfect ass. Seeing her face on for the first time, Harley could see Jen was definitely not Jen anymore! Her eyes had turned blood red and the whites were now pure black! The roots of her hair had gone from dirty dyed blonde to a deep violet and her ears were now an inch or two longer with a defined point. A long pointed tongue slipped through her darkening lips as she held a breast in each hand and began sliding them up and down Brad's straining cock. Brad's head fell back onto the carpet, closing his eyes once more as he took in the sensations.

Lascivia rubbed the meaty rod with obvious experience, but Jen's C-cups could only do so much for the huge member. Clearly displeased, Lascivia began massaging her breasts. Her tits immediately responded, quickly filling her hands as the light pink nipples grew dark. As her breasts breasts grew the skin began to turn a dark crimson color. Her fingertips followed suit, turning red as her nails turned glossy black. Her fingers were soon engulfed by the soft breast flesh as they reached a hefty G-cup, and she finally seemed satisfied enough to resume the task at hand.

Now able to give a proper boob-job, Lascivia writhed emphatically on Brad's six-pack, playing with her perky jugs as she worked them over his thick member. Harley could see the scarlet coloring continue to creep over what used to be Jen's body, tracing intricate patterns against her pale skin. By now her face looked like she had a run in with an emo stylist. Her hair was completely deep purple, her lips were glossed black and her eyes looked caked in black eyeshadow. Several ebony piercings also appeared, scattered over her ears, eyebrows, nose and lips.

Brad lay prone on the carpet, squirming as his manhood continued to grow thicker. Soon even Lascivia's G-cup breasts weren't enough to surround it anymore as Harley could see the bottom of the the veiny shaft sticking out between her soft globes.

"Much better!" Lascivia announced, "Now these are something I can work with!"

She stood up from her perch on Brad's stomach, eager to admire her work. Harley couldn't believe her eyes! Brad's penis hadn't been getting thicker, he had grown another one entirely! Sharing the same sheath, one just above the other, were two massive horse dicks!

Finally free from the relentless stroking, Brad was able to clear his head for a moment and looked down.

Brad stared in disbelief as the twin members started to relax, their owner clearly too distracted to maintain them. He reached out with a tentative finger and poked at them. He felt another rush as they surged back up with the renewed attention!

He stared up at Lascivia. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"

"I know, aren't they great?! Some of my best work if I may say so myself!"

"No. They're not great at all Jen! How the fuck am I supposed to go out into public like this?"

"How many times am I going to have to go over this?" Lascivia put a hand to her forehead. "I'm not this Jen. And besides, going out into public isn't something you need to be concerned with anyways."

"Uh, what?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear. Did you think we were done? The best is still to cum!" Lascivia smirked at her own pun.

"Oh, fuck no. I've had enough of this freaky shit! I don't know what you slipped me Jen, but this is where I get the fuck outta here!"

Brad pushed himself up onto his arms, but fell back down again as Lascivia made a slight gesture.

"Ugh, what the hell?"

"I tried to tell you dear. We're not done yet!"

Brad lifted his arms and Harley had to stifle a surprised yelp. They had been amputated from the elbow down! The stumps were covered in some shiny black liquid that dripped down his biceps.

"Like hell we are!"

Brad struggled to his feet, using his stumps to steady himself as his twin crotch snakes threw off his balance. But he only made it a few steps when Lascivia made another gesture and he tumbled back to the ground.

This time it was his legs that had disappeared, gone from his knees down! The stumps were again coated in mire if the strange black liquid.

"Now, can we continue?" Lascivia smiled.

She sauntered up to where Brad lay on the ground, flipping him onto his back with her foot. Brad stared in disbelief at his shortened limbs, seemingly convinced he was trapped in some hallucinogenic episode. She straddled his hips and stroked his furry sheath, coaxing his members back out into the cool morning air. She smiled as Brad bit his lip and his cheeks flushed, unable to deny the intense pleasure as they pulsed and grew to their fully erect state.

"Ah, much better!" Lascivia smiled as she trailed a delicate crimson hand up their lengths. A few drops of dark liquid dribbled from their tips, eager for more attention.  "Now let's see what these babies can really do!"

She took a moment to line up, then dropped her hips, deftly skewering herself on both members at once!

Harley gasped at the ease with which she took the double penetration! She could only stare as the demonic woman pulled back her violet hair, exposing a small pair of ribbed horns, and moaned in pleasure as she pistoned up and down the massive shafts. More of the black liquid oozed down the members, generously coating them like some perverted frozen desert. Covered in the slime as they were, Harley noticed they were looking suspiciously similar to her latex hair tentacles from this morning as bumps and ridges formed along their lengths.

She had no idea where all the liquid latex was coming from, but it was starting to pool around Brad's body. In fact it seemed to be slowly eating away at him! She could have sworn his arms had been capped at the elbow before, but now they were gone almost all the way to his armpits! His legs were slowly disappearing as well, with only short stubs left where his thighs had been just moments before.

Jen's old body was still changing too.. As if in response to her impassioned squatting position, her calves had gotten shorter with her feet stretching out to compensate. The balls of her feet became rounder, forming bestial fetlocks that sprouted telltale bovine dew-claws. Her toes merged together and turned black, morphing into a pair of cloven hooves! Thick black scales appeared along her shins and spread all the way up to her knees. A long spaded tail snaked out from her lower back and coiled around Brad's sheath, pumping it with reckless abandon.

By now Brad had become a complete quadriplegic, though he no longer seemed to care. He was lost in the throes of passion, moaning in ecstasy as Lascivia rode his two remaining limbs. Harley could see the pool of black liquid begin to seep up his sides, dark shiny trails completely defying gravity. Soon his torso was completely coated and the liquid began to spread up his neck.

"Ah yeah baby, ah yeah, AH yeah!"

Harley had heard that sound enough times through the paper thin walls of the sorority house to know it only meant one thing.

"Ah yeah, AH yeah, AH yeah, AH YEAH!"

"AH YEA-AAAAAHGGHUgg Ghu Gah GuGgggggGg!"

Brad's cries of orgasmic bliss were cut off as the shiny latex overtook his face and poured down his throat.

"Oh YES my darling!" Lascivia yelled, running her hands up and down her altered body as Brad's twin members shot off their loads inside her! Spurts of the black stuff escaped her overloaded holes as she continued her relentless pumping!

Harley watched in horror as Lascivia reveled in Brad's seemingly endless orgasm while the corrosive liquid took its toll on his body. His face was frozen in mid-orgasm, then collapsed in on itself, turning to pure liquid! The rest of his body soon followed, caving in and liquefying. The much larger puddle now began to ripple and flow toward where Lascivia was still moaning and bobbing up and down.

"AAAAAAAH! OH YES! OH YES! OH... YEESSSSSS!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Large webbed wings exploded from her back as Lascivia let out one final scream and fell back the floor, exhausted.

She lay motionless on the carpet for several minutes. Harley began to think maybe she had an aneurysm or something after an orgasm like that! But just as she was about to go check if the demon-woman was dead, she suddenly moved! Lascivia groaned as she sat up, holding a hand to her head as she folded her wings back in from where they had been sprawled out on the floor.

"Now that’s what I call a good time!" She chuckled, "Boy does it feel good to be back!"

Lascivia dusted herself off before standing up awkwardly. Reaching around her body she lifted a leg, and with a soft moan pulled out the massive, 2 pronged latex dildo that had once been Brad.

"I think I'll be hanging on to you my love." she said, giving the toy a quick kiss. Harley could have sworn she heard the toy buzz in reply.

"Now, where was I before that lovely interruption?"

A black leather belt appeared around her waist and she holstered her newest toy. Lascivia looked around the room, as if trying to remember something. Harley held her breath, terrified she was about to get caught!

Luckily, Lascivia didn't seem to notice anything amiss as she turned toward the kitchen and walked towards the back door, her hooves clacking loudly on the polished linoleum. Sliding it open she stepped out onto the concrete patio where she looked upwards, steadied herself, spread out her wide draconic wings, and with a powerful down-thrust, vaulted into the sky!

Harley let out a massive sigh of relief. How she had escaped without notice was beyond her! Somehow the Lascivia hadn't even noticed the giant egg on the couch!

Oh shit, that's right. The egg! Rivet!!

Loud creaks and groaning wood filled the common room air as the couch began to shudder. Rolling out as quickly as she could, Harley escaped just in the nick of time as the couch came crashing down! Wooden shards and cotton stuffing flew across the room as the massive egg came tumbling down, rolling to where Harley now stood, stopping just in front of her.

She could hardly believe what she saw. The egg had gotten gigantic! It was nearly as tall as she was now and almost twice as long! The shell had also turned from a pearlescent white to a splotchy ivory color. Harley didn't know what was going on in there, or why it had gotten so big, but she had to get Rivet out!

She tried hitting it again with her hands, then pushing it, but nothing seemed to have any effect. She grabbed a knife from a kitchen drawer, but the thick shell turned away the small blade without so much as a scrape. She was going to have to find something heavy and see if she she could crack the shell instead.

Looking around, she searched for the heaviest thing she could lift, preferably with a good hard edge. She grabbed a tall floor lamp, but the flimsy base broke off on her first swing. Next she grabbed one of the wooden side tables, but that just broke apart on impact as well. Getting desperate, Harley searched the room once more finally spotting something that might just work!

Grabbing the iron firewood rack, she dumped out the fake logs and dragged the antique over to the egg. Hefting it over her head, she swung it down as hard as she could! The solid iron rack bounced out of her hands as she made impact, rattling her bones. But as she looked back she noticed a sizeable dent! Encouraged, she picked up the rack and swung it down once more. Again it bounced from her grip, but left the dent a little bit bigger. Determined, Harley heaved the rack over head one more time. Wrapping her tentacles around the ironwork she brought it down as hard as she could!

With a satisfying "crunch" thin cracks exploded down the shell and the feet of the heavy rack became lodged in the egg. Wiggling it back and forth Harley was able to lift it back out with her tentacles, exposing a significant hole in the opaque surface!

"Rivet!" Harley called out as she started pulling away slimy shards of egg. "Rivet! Rivet, are you ok?!" she yelled louder and louder as she fought with chunks of shell, trying to make the hole bigger. "RIVET!!"

Then, all of a sudden, a fist exploded through the perforated membrane!

Harley fell back on her ass, watching as a pair of slimy hands began to struggle with the shell, frantically peeling away pieces of it. Harley jumped back up, reinvigorated, helping her trapped friend tear away thick pieces. As the hole doubled in size Rivet gripped the edges with her hands and the entire egg suddenly rolled over as the weight inside it shifted! Harley dove out of the way as thick goo came flowing out, along with a head, arms and a torso!

"Rivet! Are you ok?" Harley struggled to stand as slime flowed out over the carpet, making it incredibly slick. A few faceplants later, she found her balance and ran over to her unconscious friend. She scooped her arms under Rivet's bare shoulders and began dragging her away from the ivory prison. She slipped several more times in the warm goo, but eventually got a good grip and pulled Rivet free of the egg.

Or at least so she thought...

Gently placing Rivet back down on her side Harley looked back and saw something still sticking out of the egg! As her eyes followed it she saw the thing was  stuck to Rivet's legs!

No...

Wait...

It WAS Rivet's legs!

Walking over to the egg, and looking back at her friend she realized Rivet's legs had been replaced by a massive snake tail! Her stay inside the egg had apparently reshaped her into some sort of naga-like creature.

The tail itself was really quite impressive. It was over two feet thick with dark amber scales and a familiar dark green diamond pattern. Paler scales ran up the underside and they all transitioned back into Rivet's ebony skin somewhere between her hips and chest.

Still determined to free her friend from the egg, Harley wrapped her arms around the huge tail and began pulling it out bit by bit. Coiling the limp behemoth to the side as best she could, she extracted foot after foot of it until the whole thing was finally free. Thoroughly exhausted, Harley looked back at the thing. Coiling back and forth several times, Harley figured it had to be around 20 feet long at least!

As she stared at it she suddenly noticed the powerful tail begining to shift on its own. Harley looked up and saw her friend rolling onto her back.

Rivet was waking up!

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The Curse: Chapter 2

"Hey you."

A jingle of keys invaded the peaceful darkness.

"Ok, I'm coming in now; unless you need some extra time setting up."

A doorknob turned, and somewhere in Harley's mind puzzle pieces started to come together.

"Setting up my big surprise stupid. What do you think?"

What the hell! Why was someone barging into her room? She was trying to get some sleep here!

"What are you talking about? You left that note on my windshield. It said to come back to the house for a surprise and some fun."

Oh crap, wait a minute... this wasn't her bed... it was way too lumpy. Harley groggily peeled her eyes open.

She was on the common room sofa! Why the hell was she there? And why was she completely naked?!

Snapping awake Harley lurched over the back of the couch and made a mad scramble to get away from the voice! Tripping over herself, she was able to get into the kitchen and duck down behind the counter just as the owner of the voice came strolling in.

That was too damn close! As the footsteps entered into the room she poked her head up to get a peek at the intruder.

Ugh... it was Jen Stacy.

Harley felt like that should mean something to her, but aside from the stomach-churning sense of loathing, she couldn't quite place it.

"Well I'm here now, and horny as fuck, no thanks to you apparently. All the other girls are still out at the rally, so get your ass over here and come give your princess some head!"

Jen strode across the living room, hand on her hip, not paying attention to anything else other than the voice on the phone.

"Well, Chem-201 doesn't fuck you silly now does it?"

She paused, letting her words sink in.

"Good boy. That's what I thought. See you in a few big boy."

Clearly pleased with herself, Jen gave a confident smile and sashayed up the stairs leading to the bedrooms.

Relieved, Harley sank back down to the cool linoleum floor. She really dodged a bullet there! She couldn't remember why she had been sleeping on the sofa, or why she was totally naked, but if Jen had found her there she never would have heard the end of it!!

Harley wiped her brow with a forearm and resolved to go sneak into her room to grab some clothes before Jen made another appearance. But just as she got back on her feet, she heard the front door open again! Oh great, now she was going to have to dodge Brad too? She figured she would have had at least a few minutes before his horny ass showed up!

But the voice wasn't Brad's.

"Harley?" a young woman's voice called. "Harley... you in here?"

It was Rivet! Thank god, she could really use a friendly face right now.

"Rivet! Oh I'm so glad it's you!" Harley jumped up from her hiding spot and ran towards her friend. She didn't care about being naked, it wasn't anything Rivet hadn't seen before. She had been the first girl to get Harley out of her clothes in the first place.

Rivet was standing over by the couch, inspecting something small in her hand, but when she heard her running over she stood up and flashed that huge smile Harley loved so much. "There you are girl! I've been looking all over for you! Where the hell have you been?! And what's with the birthday suit? Not that I'm complaining mind you." Rivet winked. "Nice studs by the way."

Harley blushed, covering her nipples. She had forgotten Rivet had never seen the piercings. Their last foray had been before she got them. "Just, uh, you know, trying to spice up a boring spring break."

"Well, it sure looks like you succeeded." Rivet smiled devilishly, flicking the ruby pendant hanging from her friend's nether regions.

"Huh, what?" Harley gasped. Looking down she saw for the first time the venus piercing that Rivet was teasing. Two small silver studs poked out of her bronze skin, complete with a small scarlet talisman dangling above her slit. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"Don't look at me hun. But it sounds like you had one hell of a night!"

"Look, I just woke up like this a few minutes ago!" Harley vented, "I have no idea what the hell happened or how the heck I ended up with with this thing!"

"Sounds like the tequila talking to me." Rivet chuckled. "You shouldn't listen when the bottle tells you to strip! It never ends well."

"But don't worry hun," she quickly continued, "I've had my fair share of blackouts too." Rivet wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. "You know what helps me? Try thinking back to the last thing you remember clearly. Then maybe we can work forward from that."

"Ok, ok." Harley took a deep breath. "I suppose I can try that."

She could feel herself relaxing in Rivet's embrace. She had always felt more at ease in the southern girl's arms. Something about her was just inherently calming.

She took a deep breath and leaned her head against her friend's ample bosom, taking a moment to relish the softness. The tiny bits of metal dotting Rivet's steam punk outfit felt refreshingly cool against her hot skin as she nuzzled in closer.

"Got anything on last night hun? Or you just remembering I enjoy a good motorboat?"

Harley blushed, caught red-handed in her old habits. She took a deep breath and focused.

"I remember getting ready for bed early last night to make sure I was up for the Greek Festival today. I set two separate alarms on my phone and I even set that goofy looking clockwork alarm you made me last year. Remember?"

"Of course hun. I made that after you slept through our biology lab! Stuck me with doing the whole damn thing myself. I might be a whiz with mechanics, but put me in front of a petri dish and I'm as lost as a city boy in the bayou." Rivet laughed. "So, did my dual piston micro-gong with the triple snooze inhibiter get the trick done?"

"That's just it..." Harley paused, "I can't remember! The last thing I remember is falling asleep last night to your clock ticking away and the next thing I know I'm waking up on the couch, butt naked, with Jen Stacy barging through the front door like a heifer!"

"Somehow I managed to get into the kitchen before she found me. Can you imagine if she saw?! Jen already makes my life enough of a living hell without any more weapons in her arsenal."

"It's alright hun," Rivet comforted, stroking her friend's hair. She had always loved the smell. "I'm here now, it's alright. Where'd that dumb bitch get to now?"

"Oh, I don't know. Upstairs somewhere, probably going to strip down before Brad gets here."

"Ugh, that dumbass is coming too? Alright honey, tell you what. You hang tight back in the kitchen and I'll head up to your room and grab some you clothes. Then we can get out of here before that moose arrives. If we hurry we might still make it back before the real Greek Week fun begins."

Rivet paused, "But first..." she took a step back, raising her hand in the process. "Do you have any idea what this thing is?"

There in Rivet's hand was some sort of pearlescent white sphere. It was a bit bigger than a ping-pong ball and had a creamy white coating. It looked a bit slimy, like it had just been... been...

Harley gasped as it all came rushing back. A soft murmur escaped her lips, "That's... that's my egg..."

Harley faltered as the memories came screaming back. The eggs... the tits... the tentacles! Her arms! She stared at her arms. They looked perfectly normal. Five fingers on each hand and everything.

What happened to all the snaky limbs? And that world-shattering orgasm! Harley grabbed at her crotch with both hands. Only one lonely vagina, albeit now with that odd piercing dangling there. What the hell had happened? Had she really just gotten drunk and imagined it all?

Harley could hear her friend talking to her. She sounded concerned, but she couldn't process the words. She was in such a state of shock it sounded like Rivet was talking to her through three feet of water. Then the talking suddenly stopped, and a much louder sound came through. Harley focused on the sound, forcing herself to hone in on it. It sounded like Rivet. And she sounded mad!

"What the hell? Get off me!"

As Harley came back to her senses, she found herself sitting on the common room carpet. Rivet was still at the couch, and had apparently grabbed even more of the eggs. She seemed aggravated and was shaking them violently over the couch. Wait, no... she wasn't holding the eggs, they were sticking to her hand! Like a bunch of milky white burrs they all stuck to Rivet's fingerless glove as she tried desperately to shake them off!

Harley got up and ran to her friend. She had a bad feeling about this. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit, shit, shit! Oh, I'm so sorry Rivet!"

Rivet stopped just long enough to give Harley a quizzical look. "Sorry for what?"

"For dragging you into this! I had no idea. Those eggs... those are mine."

"What?"

"Those are MY eggs!"

"What do you mean 'Your eggs?" Rivet steamed, starting to really get annoyed.

"What, did you go out, buy a couple dozen eggs, and start chucking them around the living room like the freaking Easter Bunny?"

"No, no... I don't know how to explain it. You'd never believe me!"

"Well try anyways."

Harley squirmed, having trouble believing the words that left her own mouth.

"I... I laid them... me... those eggs came out of ME!"

Rivet stared at her friend in disbelief. Both girls stood silently, waiting for the other to say something.

"You remember Naked Norm?" Harley spat out, the silence too much for her to take. "You know... that freshman Jen left naked out on the quad?"

Rivet nodded.

"This morning he somehow managed to cast the town curse on me over the phone, thinking I WAS Jen! I thought it was just a story, but then a bunch of weird stuff started happening to me! And I mean like some really freaky shit. Long story short, I don't know how it happened, but those eggs came out of me."

Rivet couldn't decide if Harley was telling the truth or if the pressure from the double major had finally gotten to her and she had snapped. Sure, she had been a great storyteller when they were going out, but she had never been one for outright lies. In fact it was her honesty that had led to their breakup in the first place.

Harley had a major crush on one boy in her history class and when he suddenly asked her out one day, she panicked. She had come over that night and explained everything. They had a long chat about their relationship and where it was going and, in the end, she was looking for something more concrete than Rivet was. Harley was looking for something more stable and long-term, while she was just enjoying the ride of a typical college relationship.

It had been a clean break, and they stayed friends afterwards, but Rivet often found herself missing the little filipina late at night. That girl was a dynamo between the sheets!

She took a deep breath. "OK, if these really are yours, can you please get them the hell off me?"

Harley looked down. By now the eggs on Rivet's hand had merged together into a solid opaque blob, completely engulfing it. And she apparently hadn't been looking where she stepped either as there was now another clump of eggs latched onto her boot.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Harley replied. "Just because they popped out of me doesn't mean I have any control over the things. I'm just as confused as you are!"

She had no idea what the hell was going on with the eggs. Why were they acting so weird? The ones scattered over the floor seemed to be gravitating towards Rivet too, like she was an egg magnet or something!

"Just get them the hell off me!" Rivet fumed, stretching down to the clump at her boots. But as her enveloped hand came into contact with the pile at her foot, they all merged together into one solid mass! She stumbled slightly, trying in vain to stand up as the mass refused to release her, locking her into an awkward hunched over position.

"Ugh... Harley, do something!!"

"Okay, okay, okay,"Harley replied, trying to clear her head. "Uh, let's get you onto the couch and I'll just pull them off, ok?"

On the count of 3, Rivet hobbled over to the couch where she plopped down unceremoniously with a slight squelch. But as the soft center cushion depressed the mounds of eggs piled up on either side spilled down into her lap!

"Oh shit. Get me up! Get me up!"

But it was too late. As the girls struggled to get Rivet back up, the eggs congealed into a single mass around her hips, encasing her entire waist inside it. Not only that, but the mass at her limbs had grown and now engulfed everything up to her elbow and knee!

"What the fuck is happening?!"

"I don't know, I don't know!" Harley stammered. She looked desperately for a seam along the edges of the swelling masses, but there were none to be found! The hard rubbery surface of the egg formed a perfect seal with Rivet's ebony skin as it continued to swallow more and more of her body.

She decided the least she could do was to get her friend into a better position. Rivet looked quite uncomfortable sitting on the couch with her hand still stuck down at her foot. Grabbing her legs Harley lifted and spun Rivet around so she was lying lengthwise along the soggy couch, albeit with her left arm and foot in the air. She grabbed a few pillows and propped them behind her friend's head and neck, providing some semblance of support.

Unsure what else she could do Harley stepped back and watched as the eggs continued their conquest over Rivet's body. They slowly swallowed up inch after inch of her stomach and thighs, filling the gap between her legs with creamy white shell. Soon Rivet's entire abdomen was engulfed, as well as her entire left arm and leg. Her right leg had also been overtaken down to her knee by the growing mass. Harley's mind drifted to an all too familiar scene of a girl at a chocolate factory slowly turning into a giant blueberry as everyone watched, helpless to stop it.

"Blech, it's all warm and slimy inside." Rivet squirmed.

Harley's mind was pulled back to the present, as Rivet tried to cope with what was happening.

"Eeww, something just touched me. Harley, I think there's something else in here!"

"What?" Harley jumped to her friend's side. She had no idea what she could do, but she desperately wanted to do something!

"Ugh, it's moving! Oh gross, something's sliding around my legs." Rivet struggled in vain against the confines of the swelling mass.

"It's, it's going up my skirt! Oh... oh... there's something my shirt too..." Rivet blushed as her breathing became come a bit more rapid.

"Oh Harley... it's in... it's in my... oh... oh my... ohhhh... ahhhh... Ahhhhh... Aaaaaahhhh!" Rivet's expression quickly changed from one of fear and disgust to one Harley was much more familiar with. An expression Harley had worked for hours on end to find and endless nights to perfect. And somehow it had only taken mere moments for this ravenous egg to get Rivet cumming! She couldn't help but feel a touch jealous.

A sharp gasp passed Rivet's plump lips as the egg crawled up and over her ample bosom. Harley could only imagine what the hell was going on inside that opaque shell, given what she had gone through herself just a few hours earlier.

The remainder of Rivet's extremities were soon absorbed into the egg until all that was left was her head, poking out from the ivory mass like the knot at the end of a giant balloon.

Harley tried to get her friend's attention, kneeling down and stroking her long braids as she whispered in her ear.

"I'm so sorry I got you involved in this Rivet. You're the last person in the world I would want anything happen to!"

But Rivet's mind was dead to the outside world. Her eyes were screwed shut and her breathing came in heavy pants as thin beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She bit her lower lip and moaned rhythmically through Harley's heartfelt words.

The egg continued seeping upward as it engulfed her neck, ears, and metal studded dreadlocks. Just as complete absorbsion seemed imminent, Rivet's dark eyes fluttered open. Seizing the moment Harley dove in and kissed Rivet with reckless passion! Her thin lips pressed tightly against Rivet's luscious ones she tried her best to make the moment last forever.

When Harley finally pulled away her friend's face was framed perfectly by the encroaching shell. Rivet locked eyes with her former lover, whispering softly, "Harley... I'm scared! I don't want to-"

But the cruel shell cut her off as the white mass overtook her face completely.

"Rivet! Rivet!" Harley yelled, "Rivet! Can you hear me? Rivet!"

She pounded on the unforgiving surface until her muscles burned and her hands throbbed. Exhausted, Harley stared in at the egg in disbelief.

Just like that, Rivet was gone!

She stared blankly at the massive oblong thing laying there where her friend had been just moments before. It was nearly 6 feet long and 2 feet wide, taking up the entire couch. And as she looked on, she realized it was still growing...

But Harley wasn't given the chance to mourn her friend for long before she heard a rattle at the front door. With nowhere else to go, and still stark naked, she dove into the first hiding spot she could think of!

She had just barely squirmed under the sofa before she heard heard a loud deep voice.

"Ohhhhhh Jenny!"

"Finally!" Harley heard Jen's voice coming from the staircase. "Was that you making all that noise down here?"

"Uh, yeah, I just yelled when I came in."

Harley rolled her eyes, Brad the brainwave...

"I meant earlier dumbass. It sounded like some of the other girls had come back early or something."

"Uhhhh, no babe, it's just me that came in."

"Oh my god... You know, if you weren't hung like a horse, I'd throw you out on that thick head of yours."

"Awww, love you too babe! Now how about giving this horse a ride?" With a soft rustle Brad's thin white t-shirt hit the ground next to Harley.

"Huuuuuuuuh... fine! You know I can't resist those abs! Besides, it looks like we have this place all to ourselves now anyways."

Harley heard Jen pad lightly down the stairs to where Brad stood behind the couch. If her fishnet stockings were any indication, Jen was sparsely clad. She spotted a flash of white lace as Jen twirled around.

"Does that mean we finally get to do it down here?!"

The sound of a zipper broke the silence, and more rustling cloth quickly followed. "What do you think big boy?" Brad's beige cargo shorts fell into view around his ankles.

The soft sounds of foreplay soon filled the air as piece by piece of clothing dropped to the floor. The smell of sex began to invade Harley's senses as she felt more and more uncomfortable in her hiding spot. She tried to keep from breathing in the smell of arousal, but she could only hold her breath for so long! Finally caving to her need for oxygen Harley took a deep gasp. Her lungs, starving for air, took in breath after deep breath of the lurid air, penetrating into her very being.

Betrayed by her body Harley's previous discomfort soon turned into a burning desire! A wave of insatiable lust drove through her body and before she knew it a mischievous finger was at her crotch, teasing and toying with her moistening slit. Her other hand quickly found a breast and began to massage and tweak the pierced nipple.

She was having a hard time concentrating as the aura of sex engulfed her. Jen's lacy bra fell to the ground beside her, further igniting Harley's passion! She brought her other hand down to her crotch and began stroking both of the damp slits there. She closed her eyes as a familiar sensation tickled her front, small reptilian members teasing the array of brown nubs appearing down her torso.

White lace panties dropped to the floor with a telltale dark patch where Jen's excitement had seeped through. In a heartbeat Jen's feet were spread apart as she pressed up against the couch, her toes mere inches from Harley's face. Brad's large feet quickly followed as he lined up and took her from behind.

The gentler tones of foreplay had evolved into the sharper gasps of passionate sex as the two lovers consummated their lust. The third lover continued her own self-adulation beneath the couch, swept up in the rhythm of the two above her! Harley drove her slightly tacky fingers into two of her leaking love-holes as a scaly limb addressed the third. Meanwhile the sensations coming from her swelling breasts only served to fuel her unnatural lust as they were groped and prodded by more of the slithering appendages!

Suddenly the rhythm above Harley slowed...

"Uhh, babe?"

"Huh?"

"What *mmh*, what the hell is that *mh* thing you're leaning on?"

"What *uh* thing? Jen managed between gasps.

"That big white thing you're *ah* leaning on babe."

Holy shit... The egg! Harley froze, panicking. How the hell had she forgotten about it?! Were Jen and Brad onto her? How could she explain why a giant fucking egg was sitting on the common room sofa?!

"How the hell should I know?!" Jen spat out. "Probably some stupid fucking science project or something. Now will you please just shut the hell up and fuck me!"

Harley couldn't believe it. Never underestimate the stupidity of some people!

She was still mad at herself though. How could she have forgotten about the egg? She had been so caught up in herself that she had totally forgotten about Rivet! Here she was masturbating under the couch like some pervert while her friend was trapped inside that horrible thing just inches above her!

Her brain felt like it was struggling to come back from general anesthesia as her mind slowly swam away from the promise of ultimate pleasure. What was wrong with her? She had never been a loose girl before, but now she was apparently wet and ready at the drop of a hat! Or at the drop of any other clothes...

Not only was her libido out of control, but she now noticed her body was reverting back to that warped form from this morning! She shivered at the familiar sensations as she ran her fingers up the dark nubs dotting her front. This was crazy! Why was she so turned on by all this?! She was turning into a freak, and she was loving it! And for all she knew Rivet was suffocating to death, trapped inside that giant egg!

But it all just felt so fucking good.

Tentacles stroked at her pussies, tempting her to relinquish herself to their lust once more. Harley gripped the shag carpeting as they brought on unbelievable waves of pleasure with their tender caresses. But she couldn't give in. Not with Rivet still trapped! She had to get through this!!

Harley focused her mind once more and steeled her resolve. She was bigger than this! She wasn't going to fall into the temptation. Not again!

Luckily for her the tentacles were still small enough to fend off with her hands, but defending 3 pussies against 8 tentacles with only 2 hands was easier said than done. Every time she got her hands on one, another two wriggled through and thrust themselves inside her. And as soon as she extricated those two, another three took their place! Clearly she needed a different strategy.

That's when it dawned on her... Her mother's mantra!

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic."

The mantra escaped her lips softly and with surprising ease after all these years.

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!"

Her mother had never taught her what it meant, but she had drilled it into her relentlessly as a child. Harley used to hate the endless recitations as a little girl, but her mother had always insisted, saying "Harley, there will come a day when this could save your life. You must learn!"

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!"

The mantra seemed to have an intense calming effect, not only on her mind, but on her body as well. The tentacles became increasingly lethargic, giving her the opportunity she needed!

Refocusing on her vaginas instead of the tentacles, Harley managed to pull the slimy tendrils from her left pussy and clamped her hand over it. The tiny suckers still lining her palms allowed her to create an impenetrable seal around her vagina, effectively shutting out the tentacles. Seeming a bit disoriented, the tentacles gave another push, teasing and stroking her remaining two.

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!"

With renewed energy she wrapped the tentacles in her right pussy around her wrist before giving a sharp pull and quickly covering the newly freed slit with her hand. With only one opening left to exploit, the tentacles all advanced on the lonely love-hole, fumbling over each other and looking a bit confused. With both hands occupied all Harley could do was grit her teeth and hold on through the mind numbing pleasure radiating from her groin under the ministrations of the tentacles.

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!"

She could feel her other two vaginas leaking sympathetically with the third as moisture seeped through her tightly clamped fingers. She could do this! She had to! For Rivet!!

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!"

She could slowly feel the heat suffusing her groin began to cool and the tentacles' squirming become less and less noticible. After a few more moments of chanting and intense focus, Harley couldn't even feel them inside her anymore!

Cracking one eye open she was surprised by what she saw. Now, between her hands, was just a solid patch of smooth amber skin! Except for a small trail of slime, there was no evidence there had ever been any genitalia there whatsoever! The tentacles seemed just as confused as she was, poking at the patch of smooth skin before moving back to her hands, searching for something to fuck! Harley regained her composure just in time to keep her hands sealed tight around her remaining pussies.

Clearly frustrated, the tentacles slithered up her torso and readdressed her rows of breasts, coiling around them and teasing her nipple clusters. The familiar heat returned and Harley could feel herself losing the battle for control once more as her tits responded to the reptilian massage. Her breasts swelled and her nipples stood at attention. More lumps swiftly formed as 6 became 8, 8 turned to 12, and 12 blossomed into 18 wonderful breasts!

Harley nearly caved. Letting go just felt so good!!

But she had to hold on.

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!!"

She honed her focus once more, this time on her front. Even as small spurts of milk spewed out she slowly began to feel the calming presence return. Peeking downward she could see her breasts starting to recede! The tentacles began pulling at her nipples harder and harder in desperation, trying their best to get her off!

"Daemonium vade, puritas regem adest hic!!"

And that's when she felt it...

An absolute freezing sensation started at her toes and slowly clawed its way up her body! As the chill seared up her calves and thighs it left a strange feeling of numbness in its wake, as if something was drawing itself out of her very skin! It continued up past her hips and torso, making its way to her shoulders and finally to her neck and head.

Harley's body convulsed as an agonizing scream ripped through in her mind, and a stream of fine black ash spewed out from her lips and nostrils! The eruption lasted several seconds, streaming through all her facial orifices, dark wisps leaking from her ears and eye ducts. The mist slowly coalesced into a swirling menacing smog hovering inches from her face. Harley gagged as the last of it seeped from her body.

The shifting ashen cloud above her paused momentarily, as if contemplating its next move. Then suddenly it darted soundlessly out from under the couch and towards the pair of lovers beside her!

The Curse: Chapter 1

There was no possible way that curse was real...

As she hung up the old rotary phone Harley felt a sudden hot flash rush through her body, making her sit quickly in the common room sofa. It was just a stupid story right? No way in hell would something like that actually happen to her. It was just an old town myth!

Supposedly by invoking a certain phrase one could induce a horrific transformation on someone you hated. Harley and her friends used to prank call her professors and other sororities to recite the curse, but had anything ever happened? No, of course not. It was just some stupid story!

Feeling a bit relieved, Harley resolved to get up and continue her day. No way was she going to let some freshman make her miss the first day of Greek Week! Between her double major in veterinary medicine and marine biology, and all the community service she had been logging to build her resume, she had put in way too much work to let some boy with a rumor destroy her chances of becoming the first Filipina chapter officer! And she was already running late since her stupid alarm clock had decided to crap out overnight. The rest of the sorority was sure to be at the opening ceremonies by now and if she hurried she might be able to catch up with them before the pancake breakfast.

But when she tried to get up another wave of sensations passed through her. What felt like a wave of heat coursed through her lithe body and focused in on her chest. She felt oddly drawn to her breasts and reached up to cup them in her hands. She was a moderate 30B, but they began to feel like so much more! She had always dreamed of having larger breasts. She loved the firm look of smaller implants, but she had always been afraid the surgical procedure might numb one of her favorite erogenous zones. And besides, implants were way out of budget for a poor college student. Last year she tried sending away for an herbal supplement that had promised to increase her bust size, but all it really did was make her break out in a rash that sent her to the nurses office. Most embarrassing visit ever!

Harley started kneading her breasts through her soft camisole top, her dark nipples poking through the thin material. She tugged at the platinum hoop piercings there, relishing in the forbidden feeling of her newest additions. Her uber-religious mother had always preached against the evils of body modification, but Harley hadn't been able to resist the temptation of doing something spontaneous on the last day of a painfully boring spring break.

She knew it was wrong, groping herself out here in the common room where any of her Delta sisters could walk in unannounced, but for some reason it just felt so right! And all this attention focused on her boobs was getting her quite aroused.

One of her hands made its way down her to her womanhood as the other continued to caress her breasts. She gasped lightly as her fingers made their way beneath the waistband of her thick flannel pants, finding she had become much wetter than she had expected! She had yet to put on panties, making her dampening slit all the more accessible for her wandering fingers. She let a pair caress the freshly waxed area and as she stroked herself powerful sensations began to flood her mind. Odd sensations that she couldn't quite rationalize, but felt fantastic! The pleasure from her groin intensified as new waves of heat pulsed over her body. Her back began to feel itchy and she shifted her position to get more comfortable.

Her breasts heaved with every breath, seeming to swell with every pulse of her body. Within her pants, she moved on to stroking her engorged clitoris. It was like nothing she had felt before! Pleasure melted away any inhibitions as the nub buzzed beneath her fingers. Guttural moans escaped her thin lips as she pushed her pants to her hips and began to openly masturbate in the sorority house living room! As she rubbed her throbbing pussy with reckless abandon the pleasure finally reached a crescendo and she braced herself for a wonderfully intense orgasm. But what happened instead threw her preoccupied mind a serious curveball.

Instead of the refreshing release she had expected, the intensity suddenly shifted and concentrated to the left of her vagina and simply evaporated, leaving Harley terribly unsatisfied and still horny as fuck! She reached a tentative finger to where the sensations had focused and was shocked when it slipped into another slick opening! Her dark almond eyes popped open as she quickly looked down to find a SECOND vagina there, complete with its own labia and clit, adjacent to her first! Unable to wrap her head around what just happened, she couldn't help but poke the new salacious addition. It was her's alright, and damn did it feel good! The overwhelming lust in her body began to pound anew, and she caved, eagerly thrusting a hand to each pussy as she tried desperately to fulfill her sudden insatiable desire.

So entranced by the developments in her nether regions, Harley didn't notice as the sensations from her chest had begun to spread and tiny brown dots appeared down her toned belly. Before long it looked as if she had contracted a strange case of the chickenpox as more and more of the dots arrayed her front. The dots soon grew into bumps, and the immediate skin around them darkened. The surrounding flesh swelled out into small lumps and the skin felt warm and tingly. Her arms brushed inadvertently against a few of the sensitive nubs, eliciting an involuntary moan and a shudder through her body.

Stealing her hands away from crotch, she trailed them up the expanding field of bumps, lifting her gray camisole as she went. The sensations she received were sublime and titilating, nearly identical to her breasts. Was she... growing more? Were all those little brown nubs... nipples? But why the hell were there so many?? Each of the swelling mounds down her front were topped with what could only be an areola and 3 distinct nipples!

Harley quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way off to check her original breasts. They still just had the one nipple each but seemed a bit larger than she remembered, probably C-cups now. And as she looked closer she noticed her nipples were definitely bigger too! She flicked one of the nearly inch long dark nubs. What the fuck was happening to her??

Starting to panic, her mind raced back to the phone call...

- - - - - - - - - -

"Hello?"

"Hello Jen." a young man's reedy voice.

"Uh, who is this?"

"That's not really important right now. What IS important is that payback’s a bitch Jennifer, and what's more appropriate for the biggest bitch here at ZCU?"

"This isn't Jen you idiot..."

"Don't try to play that game with me Jen. I know it's you! The rest of your sorority is off at that dumb ditz rally, and it was me who sent you that note to sneak back for a quickie, not your dumb moose of a boyfriend. Besides, I can hear the pure bitch in your voice."

"Whatever loser," Harley decided to play along. What's the worst that could happen? If anything it would just make this guy even angrier at a sister she couldn't stand. "What do you want?"

"I just told you bitch, revenge! Don't try and tell me you don't remember that spectacle you put me through last semester."

Harley remembered. Jen Stacy, the entitled princess of the sorority, had seduced one of the freshman boys and somehow convinced him to have sex with her out on the quad. However, what Norman got instead was naked and handcuffed to a bike rack. Ah that’s right, his name was Norman! "Naked Norm", she chuckled to herself. The entire campus had laughed about it for weeks.

That was the kind of shit Jen pulled. Harley really didn't like her, but she had to play nice to the chapter secretary until the end of the semester when Jen graduated.

"Achooo! Uugh," Harley sniffed as a large sneeze brought her back to the present. Her eyes suddenly felt dry and her nostrils burned as she wiped them with a wrist. That was weird...

She took extra care to clean around her septum piercing. She was still getting used to it being there, even though she had gotten it several weeks ago. She had always thought the horseshoe looked cool, but never realized how much of a hassle it was. It got in the way whenever she sneezed or rubbed her nose, and she kept accidentally smacking it when she chewed on her pencils. She might just take it out and let the hole heal. She had only gotten it as a part of the "Buy 2, Get 1 Free" sale at that studio in Miami anyways.

"So what do you have to say to that?!"

"Erm, *ahem*, what?" Harley had been so caught up in thought she didn't realize Naked Norm had continued mumbling nonsense at her over the phone.

"To the town curse! Wow, you're even denser than I thought."

"Whatever nerd." (perfect Jen-ism!) "You know that curse is just a myth right? But I suppose geeks like you have a hard time staying in touch with reality. Why don't you just go back to your little board games and go masturbate to some online fantasy again, because we all know that's the only action you're ever going to get!"

Nailed it! Jen was really going to get it from this freshman the next time she bumped into him. And, even better, there was no trail back to her! This was perfect.

"Wow Jen... “

“What?”

...silence...

“And to think I was going to let you off with a simple horse tail or something. But after that little monologue, you obviously deserve something much more elaborate! You're interested in my online fetishes? Very well. I've written down some of my darkest desires in this notebook, and since you’re so charming today, I think I’ll let you in on some of my favorites. But I’m not going to tell you what they are. Oh no, that would ruin the fun! You're a smart girl, you can figure them out as you go. Better hurry and find a nice private spot!"

"Wait Norm, wait! This isn't-"

*click*

Shit...

Harley looked down at the receiver, now dead in her hand. The idea of that curse had always given her the heebie-jeebies. But it was really just a bunch of BS right?

There was no possible way that curse was real!

- - - - - - - - - -

An all too familiar sensation pulled Harley's mind back to the present. The stroking at her vaginas had resumed while she had been lost in thought. Damn, it felt nice. But wait... her hands were still up at her boobs! She looked down, and there at her crotch was some sort of wiggling worm thing! With a loud "Eeeeeeeww!" Harley swatted at it, finally grabbing it and pulling it away from herself. As she yanked it away she felt a sharp tug in her back. What the fuck was this thing?! Some sort of slimy leach thing with its hooks in her back? Gross!!!

She turned her head to look and was again shocked by a sight she couldn't fully comprehend. There, sprouting from her back, was a field of writhing tentacles! They were mostly dark beige, with dark brown and green diamonds and paler scales lining their undersides. The snake-like appendages coiled over one another restlessly under her attentive gaze. They were of varying sizes from little nubs no bigger than her pinky, to limbs as thick as her arm that ran down her back and out of sight. And they were all still growing!

They seemed to move of their own volition, as if controlled by subconscious impulse rather than her conscious thought. She tried focusing and mentally directing them to stop squirming around, but it was useless. They continued to stray, along with her disobedient mind, to the startling sexual developments of her body.

A reptilian tentacle slithered over her shoulder and began to make its way down her front. “Oh, no you don’t!” Harley scolded, as she pulled at the muscular limb entwining itself around her growing field of breasts. The strangest part, she noticed as she tried desperately to extract the thing from her torso, was that she could not only feel the tactile sensations in her breasts, but she could feel them in the tentacle as well! These really weren't just any old tentacles, they were really and truly a part of her!

With a surge of strength, she gave one last tug and freed her breasts fom the anaconda. Emphatic with her victory, she felt a renewed sense of confidence! Curse or no curse, she wasn't going to let Naked Norman just have his way with her body She was stronger than that! All she had to do was to keep on fighting. What were those mantras her mother had drilled into her for years? If she could just find her center and calm her subconscious, she could do this! All she had to do was focus and she could...

"Oooooooofff!"

The proud expression on her face quickly turned to shock as she was rewarded for her valiant efforts with two more pseudo-snakes thrusting up her most intimate voids! She had been so distracted by the tentacle threading its way through her cleavage that she hadn't noticed other nefarious limbs sneaking their way back down to her crotch!

“Aaahnngh," was all Harley could manage as she felt her new-found bravado seeping out of her faster than the lube from her slits. She reached down to pull out the offending tentacles, grasping at the thick appendages, but to no avail. They were in too deep and her delicate hands were too small to get a good grip around the large reptilian members. And besides, their well-timed thrusts were quickly changing her opinion of their violation...

They felt better than any guy she had ever been with! Or any girl for that matter. They rubbed against her sensitive walls, completely filling her as they explored her inner workings, their scaly skin only serving to intensify the pleasure! Waves of heat pulsed through her as she abandoned any thoughts of resistance and settled into stroking her clits with the steady rhythm of her tentacles. Meanwhile, more tentacles slid back over her shoulders and around her sides to resume playing with her growing breasts, coiling around them and teasing the odd nipple clusters.

As she came closer and closer to climax she again felt all the pleasure from her pussies intensify and suddenly shift sideways, this time concentrating just to the right of her original snatch! The flare-up quickly evaporated, just like before, leaving Harley still aggravatingly horny. As if in response to her frustration, she felt a cool pressure at her groin as something new slid inside her. Looking down she saw another of the tentacles had lost no time in finding and exploiting her third vagina!

Now being independently teased in three separate holes, she was satisfied enough to pull her hands from her pulsing clitori to address her torso. She shooed away the tentacles there and her subconscious seemed content in allowing her explore her changes. By now the soft mounds had swollen into unmistakable breasts. In fact, they looked like the beautiful breasts she had lusted after for so long! Firm and tight in all the right places with just the right amount of bounce. She couldn't help but feel a little proud. But there were way too many! What she had at first thought to be some haphazard placement of nipples had actually developed into a distinct pattern.

Her original boobs sat where she had remembered them her entire post-pubescent life, albeit now noticeably larger and with exaggerated nipples at least two inches long and an inch thick. Nestled in the cleavage below these was another solitary breast of similar proportions and was topped with 3 nipples all nearly an inch long. Immediately below this was another slightly smaller pair that lined up with her original breasts, but were capped with the strange three-nipple clusters. And below these, another solitary boob. This 2-1-2 pattern repeated itself several times down her front until she counted a total of 11 tits with 29 nipples, ending with a moderate pair of B-cups just above her crotch. Each set of breasts was a bit smaller than the ones above it, giving them an odd cascade look down her sides. She ran a hand along the warm skin of her impressive assets. She had always dreamed of having breasts like these, but 11 of them? This was just crazy!

Harley knew the situation was ridiculous, but the pleasurable feeling of her breasts rubbing together with every move was undeniable. She tugged at the metal hoops still hooked into the base her largest nipples, loving the sensation they gave. The elongated nipples flopped lazily from side to side, but slowly began to stiffen. Entranced, Harley took a teat-like nipple between her fingers and began stroking it tentatively. It felt amazing! It were even more sensitive than before! The mere act of playing with it sent warm tingles throughout her body.

Suddenly a quick twist by one of the tentacles in her slits made her spasm, her hand tugging at the tender nipple. She was shocked as a stream of white liquid pulsed out! What the fuck was that? Harley tugged at a few other stiffening nipples and was rewarded with more streams of creamy white liquid. Holy crap, now she was lactating too?

This new discovery sent her tentacles into a frenzy. Her breasts were quickly swarmed by writhing limbs, forcing her hands back out of the way. They slid up and down her cleavages, divvying her breasts up between them while using their tips to tease her engorging nipples. Two of the tentacles at her crotch abandoned their posts to join in the milking fun, leaving Harley feeling awkwardly empty. Unable to do anything about the tentacles now dominating her front, she thrust her hands eagerly back down to the empty slits.

It was getting harder and harder to keep her hair out of her face as she was lost in the throes of passion. As she swayed back and forth she began to notice the sensations changing from hair brushing over her face to something heavier thumping rhythmically into it. Focusing her eyes Harley could see her hair had become much thicker. No, not just thicker, but... tentacle-ier?! Her hair writhed in display of her shock! Her previously smooth dark locks were now clumped into thick ebony members that looked strangely textured with an unnatural sheen. Somehow her shoulder-length hair had coalesced into a bunch of latex tentacles! And a faint tingling in her scalp suggested they were still growing.

Crossing her eyes Harley could see each ebony tentacle had maintained a dark purple streak, copying her previous hairstyle perfectly. She also noticed a number of bumps and ridges along their lengths, giving them an uncanny resemblance to the toys in her bedside drawer. While her reptilian tentacles had been intent on groping and fondling her from their inception, these tentacles seemed content with simply caressing her face. It was still a bit unsettling though, as they toyed with her nose ring, flitted past her lips, and explored her facial features.

While she was distracted by her hair, a pair of thick tentacles at her shoulders had stretched upward until they reached one of the exposed wooden crossbeams near the ceiling. They silently wound their way around the polished timber and, with a powerful tug, hoisted her up off the couch! Surprised by the sudden shift, Harley tried to pull her hands out to balance herself, but was stopped short by another pair of tentacles that had wrapped around her arms and thighs, keeping her hands firmly ensconced within her pussies.

Meanwhile, one of her hair tendrils had gotten curious and as she gasped with the shift, slipped into her gaping mouth! Harley tried her best to spit out the invader, but without her hands she was helpless. As the rubber member explored her mouth Harley was shocked she didn't have a gagging fit; usually it was so hairtrigger! But the thing must have found some way to negate her reflex as it pushed smoothly to the back of her mouth and slipped down her throat. Breathing heavily through her nose Harley could feel the ribbed shaft stuffing itself further and further in, her esophagus reflexively massaging it as she swallowed it down. Realizing there was nothing else she could do, Harley turned her attention back to the real dilemma.

Overhead the thick tentacles had been steadily coiling around the beam, ratcheting her up higher and higher into the air. Harley mumbled incoherently around her mouthful as she tried desperately to get back down to the couch, kicking her legs and twisting from side to side. She had to get down! What if one of the other sisters came back and found her like this, topless and swinging in the air for all the world to see? The thought was absolutely mortifying.

As she thrashed about her efforts were paying off! She could feel the coils slip around the wood, dropping her a foot or two closer to the couch. But the tentacles were quick to react. Two of them slithered down her thighs, wrapping around her knees and calves, locking them together. Upon reaching her ankles a third tentacle from her lower back reached down and coiled around them, lifting her feet towards her ass and forcing her knees outwards, leaving her dangling in a very awkward and vulnerable position.

Taking advantage of her restricted mobility a few smaller tentacles slithered up each of her pant legs, pulling the material up as they went. They soon had her pants completely bunched up around her thighs as Harley squirmed uncomfortably, trying to figure out wat the hell they were doing. As if in answer to her question two large limbs coiled around the soft material and, with one massive heave, tore the garment to shreds! Plaid flannel sprinkled down like red snow, leaving Harley swinging there in the air above the common room, completely butt naked.

Refocusing her efforts Harley struggled once more to free her hands from their pulsing prison cells. She needed them desperately! But as she struggled, all the sensations became too much and she inadvertently pushed herself over the edge once more. And again, instead of the release she had been so longing for, she felt all the energy coalesce into a fourth vagina!

Harley could feel her newest pussy tenderly teased and prodded by another of the tentacles. As it twisted in slid inside her she shuddered with pleasure. Why was she fighting this again? It felt so damn amazing! She tried to resume fingering herself in unison with the tentacles, but something about her hands felt very off. She could feel them changing inside her!

Her fingers lost their dexterity as they melded together into fleshy masses wedged deep inside her pussies. Her arms quickly lost their bone structure as well, becoming limp and lifeless. Thankfully the liquefaction stopped at her shoulders and she could feel new muscles developing, breathing life back into her dead limbs. That's when Harley noticed her arms were getting longer as well, inch after inch of new flesh oozing from her shoulders like oversized noodles from a giant pasta maker. They grew longer and longer until they were at least 8 feet long. Her arms and hands had devolved into nothing more than just another pair of tentacles! Unlike the others though, the skin down her arms had retained its normal texture and olive tone. And, more importantly, she still seemed to have full control over these with her conscious mind.

Taking advantage of their new limber form, Harley was finally able to slide her arms from the vice-like grip that held them in place with an audible "slurp". Making sure to keep their mistress satisfied, two other tentacles hurried to refill the voids left behind. Harley moaned as the serpentine tentacles quickly had her squirming once more.

But Harley's curious mind overrode the pleasure as she pulled her warped hands up to investigate. Suction cups of varying sizes had developed down the undersides of her arms and her hands had maintained something of a diamond shape. Remembering back to "Deep Sea Biology 101" she recognized them as being very similar to the long fore-tentacles of a giant squid! However, her's seemed strong enough to remain functional outside of water, and the suckers thankfully weren't lined with the typical hooked teeth.

Focusing as much as she could on these newest additions Harley found she was able to curl and flex them with a surprising degree of control. Deciding to try them out she wrapped her "hands" around the tentacle still wiggling down her throat. With a quick yank she was able to pull it out several inches! Realizing what she was up to the tentacle tried to twist free, but her suckers held it firmly in place. She pulled again and removed another foot of it. Damn, how far in was this thing? At least her throat seemed to have been numbed somehow. She didn't feel any discomfort as she extracted it, just the pressure from all the little nubs and ridges down its length. After a few more tugs the last of it popped from her lips and she took in a deep breath of fresh air. But as she did, two more tentacles tried to make their way back in! Determined not to let that happen, Harley snagged them and wrapped an arm around her hair, pulling it back into a squirming ponytail.

The tentacles at Harley's breasts had remained productive throughout all of this. They had developed an efficient rhythm, alternating tugs back and forth as they milked her swollen breasts with gusto. The milking was like nothing Harley had ever felt. It wasn't quite the same as masturbation, but felt absolutely sublime! Milk sprayed about the room as the female sprinkler system worked overtime. She had to be pumping out at least a couple of quarts per minute! But apparently unsatisfied with this production, Harley felt a familiar tingling return across her body

The tingling radiated down her sides and as she lifted her arms she could make out four more lumps forming directly below each armpit. They appeared to line up with perfectly with her previous pairs of breasts and as she watched they plumped up into eight more undeniable tits. They quickly ballooned to an equal size as the ones down her front and were topped with more of those odd nipple clusters.

8 more tits? Really? How many was that now... 19? Sure, they all looked and felt amazing, but didn't her body know anything about moderation?

Clearly the aswer was "definitely not", because as she lowered her arms back down the tingling returned again! Three more lumps formed down each side between her previous outer breasts and the newest ones just below her pits. These were slightly lower than the others, making perfect rows with the column of breasts down her middle.

Harley paused when she realized what she just did.

Did she really just refer to her breasts by rows and columns? This was getting ridiculous!

The newest breasts all jostled for room down her sides as they swelled up to meet the normal size of each row. Meanwhile she could still feel the constant dull tingling behind all her breasts as they continued their relentless growth.

Trying to take a moment to collect herself, Harley attempted to make an inventory of her changes. Besides her now waist-length latex tentacle hair and her squid-like arms, she had a seemingly endless supply of reptilian tentacles sprouting from her back. Her front and sides were littered with DD to C-cup sized breasts, arranged in seven tight columns, leaving her with 25 perfect titties. Even as they continued to swell, they somehow defied gravity and maintained their perky round shapes. Most of them were topped with odd clusters of two-inch long nipples, with the exception of her original pair, and all 71 of these eager milk faucets were spraying haphazardly about the room below under the persistent tugging of her tentacles. She must be close to pumping out almost a gallon per minute now!

Using her free arm to part the milky mess down her front, she was able to sneak a peek at her crotch. Her four vaginas were still under assault by the snaky members but she was able to get an idea of the situation down there. Her pussies were arranged with one to either side of her original snatch, with the fourth fitting snugly between the tops of the left and center vaginas.

"Huuunnnnngh!"

While a fifth slotted in nicely between the tops of the lower right and center pussies.

"Aahaahuunngh!!"

And the sixth completed the set as it nestled in above her two top slits.

In the blink of an eye, her four pussies had quickly turned into a strange triangle of six glistening love-holes! And they were all still throbbing with desire...

Harley felt trapped in a vicious cycle of pleasure. The more she gave in, the more she changed; and the more she changed, the greater her passion flared! As if in confirmation of her fears several more lumps appeared down her thighs; and holy hell did massaging these ten burgeoning breasts feel good!

"Huuuuuunnnnnaaaaagghhhh!!!!" Hellooooooo vagina number 7...

By now the tentacles at Harley's shoulders had managed to hoist her all the way up until her head bumped into the sloped crossbeam above. Pleased with their accomplishment, they proceeded to unravel and reorganize their coils. The tentacles around her ankles formed little loops as another pair slid up over the beam and back down to the proffered hoops. Hooking into these, they ratcheted back up, pulling Harley's legs up with them.

They pulled her feet upwards until she could feel the polished timber between her calves, leaving her hanging facedown below the beam. The tentacles at her legs rewrapped themselves, coiling up and around both the beam and her legs several times, locking them into place with her knees still bent outward. Meanwhile, the tentacles swarming her torso paused momentarily to wrap up and around the beam before descending back down and resuming their fun with her engorged teats.

Harley never had the courage to act on her repressed bondage fetish before, not sure if she could ever trust her partners with such a volatile secret, but her subconscious was clearly free of her normal inhibitions. Her powerful tentacles felt warm and inviting as they continued to wrap her body in their strong embrace. She had always gotten a little rush from the thought of being tied-up, but this this living, pulsing harness was making her wetter than a high school girl in the front row of a teen-pop concert!

The tentacles at her legs spread her hips wide as they dove deeper and deeper into her pussies. Meanwhile some thinner tentacles had located her clitori and began to stroke them mercilessly. Harley squirmed in attempted orgasm again and again, but was unable to reach true climax in her cursed state! Her body dutifully searched for available real estate at her crotch to arrange her rapidly multiplying sexes.

Craning her neck, she was able to watch as the flesh at her groin puckered and sunk into several new vaginas. Each time it was the same process. The skin dimpled in and formed a navel sized hole with the adjacent flesh quickly plumping up into thick pussy lips. While the labia finished she felt a buzz as thousands of new nerve endings formed and coalesced into a newly minted clitoris, poking its head out from under its hood, pink and swollen with need! And all she could do was watch with anticipation as a tentacle found each new love-hole and slowly slid its way in. Her tummy began to look a bit distended beneath her breasts as her plethora of tentacles continued to press their way inside her.

As she continued watching with morbid curiosity, Harley noticed something strange. Through all the chaos she could have sworn she saw the tip of a scaly tentacle come OUT of one of her pussies! She was about to freak out at the possibility of sprouting even more tentacles, when she noticed a tentacle slipping into a nearby vagina at the exact same speed. Determined to figure out what was going on, Harley reached her free arm up and was able to squeeze a feeler into her pussy around the tentacle. Shivering at the sensations of her skin sliding through the tight passage, she focused on the scaly tentacle and was able to follow it with her suckers. Sure enough the spaded tip of her hand soon popped out of the same pussy as the tentacle!

This was really freaky... She hadn't even considered how all the extra vaginas had been screwing with her anatomy down there! Curious now, she slipped her feeler up another snatch, and again it popped back out through another! Apparently her vaginas were all linked up together somewhere before her cervix. Sliding up into another pussy she was able to locate where all the tentacle tips had congregated deep inside her. She couldn't tell for sure, but they had to be practically in her uterus! The tentacles all writhed around inside her, like snakes in some perverted mating ball doing their best to massage every inch of her reproductive system!

Following her cue, the tentacle she had been watching also found a newly forming pussy and decided to slip back up in, pulling her still entwined arm along with it! The sensations drove her right over the edge once more spurring the appearance of another vagina just in time for the adventurous tentacle to pop back out. Seemingly enthralled with this new game the tentacle continued searching for new pussies to explore, popping in and out around her crotch as she tried desperately to disentangle her arm from it. Focusing intensely down the length of her arm Harley was finally able to release her suckers from the tentacle as it dove in and out of her body. She yanked her shoulder back several times trying to free her arm, but it was useless. Her arm had been woven through and knotted back several times, making retrieval impossible!

Meanwhile several other tentacles had decided to join in the weaving game and started poking in and out of her field of love-holes as others pulled out to give them room. The whole ordeal was very unsettling as she felt simultaneously emptied and filled over and over again as several tentacles crocheted themselves into her crotch. It felt incredibly strange, yet unbelievably arousing!

As the tentacles slipped from her slits to make room for the weavers, she felt an almost counterintuitive swelling sensation in her belly. Her heaving breasts made it difficult to distinguish anything down there, but she could have sworn the skin was starting to look a bit lumpy...

Even with a stiffening neck, Harley couldn’t tear her eyes from the chaos between her legs. It soon felt like every time a pussy finished growing, another vagina was teased to the point of climax and she would sprout a new one! Fighting for space they soon dominated her entire groin and made their way up her waistline. Several blossomed there as she watched and when she focused she could feel the sensations of budding pussies somewhere near her lower back. Several more began to appear down the insides of her thighs and she could feel even more pucker up and form below her ass-cheeks!

Harley tried her best to keep track, but the mass of weaving and thrusting tentacles was making any form of counting down there extremely difficult. She could make out at least 14 pairs of glistening lips, and could feel several more being prodded and teased out of sight. As her nether regions were running out of space for any more plump labia, her body seemed to get a nefarious idea.

Harley felt an odd tingling in all her pussies, and by now she knew that meant something strange was about to happen. She locked her eyes on the nearest slit, freshly minted and free from intruders. Propping open the dampening lips with her free "hand", she could see the vaginal opening there slowly shift upward, closer to the throbbing clit above. Twisting sensations across her lower body convinced her that all her other pussies were experiencing similar alterations. The dark pink flesh below her hole started to pucker before suddenly caving up into her body and forming a slick new vagina! Harley gasped sharply as her other pussies followed in quick succession, doubling her vagina count in one fell swoop!

Harley had been so entranced by her changing pussies, she had forgotten to keep a hold on her hair with her arm. Squirming free from their restraints, the latex members slid down her sides and over her shoulders, now long enough to explore much more of her body. Harley could feel their textured surfacs wrapping around different parts of her altered body, squeezing and exploring.

"Uuuunnnngh!" With another surge Harley felt a pang of concentrated pleasure shoot up her body and hone in the last place she had expected. Her thin lips were hanging open through the intense pleasure, but now they too began to twist!

Her teeth and gums receded as her lips rotated, adopting a more vertical orientation. They quickly lost their dark pink tone as they changed into symmetrical folds of amber skin. A small nub poked out from their peak just under her nose and she couldn't help but poke at it with her tongue. Her efforts were rewarded with a rush of pleasure as she teased her newly formed clit!

Unable to hold back Harley continued to lick herself, her tongue slowly twisting out into a long tubular muscle as she did. It soon became more tentacle than tongue as it lengthened and thickened, with just the red bumpy texture betraying what the member once was. Snaking it out as far as she could Harley was able to pull back the tip and look at it straight on. A small pin-hole had developed in the tip that grew wider as her throat reconfigured itself. She moved the warped muscle back up to her clit and was surprised to find she could actually suck on the little buzzer with her hollowed out tip! Moaning sloppily through her self-cunnilingus, she groaned in disbelief, "My mouth too??! Are you fucking serious?!"

At least that's what she tried to say... but all that came out was "Aye ouff oooo??! Ahh oooo fughing ghearyifff?!" and a whole lot of pussy juice.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhh!"

Harley hadn't anticipated how incredible the vibrations from simply trying to talk were going to feel! The unexpected blast of sensations brought about two more points of intense heat in her cheeks, one on either side of her "mouth". These points quickly puckered in, the skin around them plumping up with two more pairs of soft pussy lips. Soon she had two more fully developed facial slits, one on either side of her existing mouth-gina!

Several of her latex tentacles took notice of these newest changes, eager to explore her new and improved facial features. As they coiled loosely around her neck, Harley noticed that they had changed as well. Besides being significantly longer now, at least 6 feet, she noticed the tips had developed flared heads and they were all oozing some slick oily substance. Whatever that slime was, it felt like heaven as the tentacles caressed her, coating her face with it! Harley used her tentacle tongue as crowd control, coiling around and guiding the latex members in as they swarmed around her newest openings. Flexing previously non-existent fascial muscles, she was able to grip and caress several of these slimy shafts as they dove back down her altered throat. They never taught THIS type of kegel in any health class she had!

Still on the hunt for available space, her body had to get even more creative finding homes for her multiplying vaginas as she fell further and further down the rabbit hole of pleasure!

On her lower left breast, the bottom center nipple started to shrink as a small slit appeared underneath it. The slit gradually opened wider and wider as thick lips formed around it. The nipple receded up into the peak and settled in at an inch long. A familiar buzz announced the formation of thousands of new nerve endings as her newest clitoris became fully functional! A few tugs from a nearby tentacle rocked Harley with its incredible sensitivity, and the thin white stream that came out confirmed it was still fully milkable!

This process repeated itself at each of her new breasts as her total vagina count continued to grow. A few curious tentacles confirmed that, similar to her crotch, all these developing pussies were indeed linked together beneath her skin. They met up in muscular sub-dermal tunnels that ran down each of her cleavages and, as she watched, a few flared latex tips popped out of her new titty-slits! As they coated her lower body in their warming oily load she realized there must be similar fleshy passages down her throat now too, connecting in with the rest of her vaginal system.

The odd swelling sensation in her belly had gotten stronger as she hung suspended over the couch. Straining her neck she could see her tummy was looking more than a little distended now too. It actually looked strangely similar to a pregnant belly... just a bit more lumpy. It didn't hurt, but felt exceedingly odd, like being full, horny and bloated all at once!

Then, with a sudden surge, Harley felt her stomach muscles all clench up at once!!

"Hnnnnghh!" was all she could manage as she moaned through the sensations till they passed.

What the fuck was that? A contraction or something? But it hadn't been painful... If anything, it felt like the closest thing to an orgasm yet! She clutched at her stomach with her free arm, trying to figure out what the hell was going on down there. When another contraction came rolling in she could feel the muscles all tense up, becoming rock hard. This time though she embraced the strangely wonderful feeling as it coursed through her body.

"Hnnnnnnnnngh!" she moaned sloppily as the contraction rippled through her.

"Hnnnnnngh!"

Did something just move?

"Hnnnnnnnngh!"

There it was again!!

"Hnnnnnnnnngh!"

There was definitely something new slipping through her love-tunnels.

"Hnnnnnnngh!"

But it seemed to be getting blocked by all the tentacles down there.

"Hnnnnnnnnngh!"

Her gaze was pulled away as her neck muscles joined in the last spasm. She tried to turn her eyes back to her body, but couldn't turn her head any further than a few centimeters.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh!"

What the hell was going on down there? She could feel odd points of pressure moving through her torso with every heave.

"Hnnnnnnngh!"

Did something just pop out of her?

"Hnnnnnnnnngh!"

There, something definitely just slipped out of her lower tit!

"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh!"

The lumps were at her neck now. What the fuck was happening?

"Hnnnnnnnnngh!"

Something big and round forced its way up her throat and into her mouth. Or was it still inside her tongue?

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!"

With one more contraction the orb pushed its way through Harley's lips and popped out through the hole in the tip of her tongue! She only had a second to register the white sphere before it fell to the couch below. The next heave brought another one, popping from her tongue with a "slurp" before falling down with the first. By the next heave she was ready and was able to finally realize what they were...

They were eggs! Holy shit, she couldn't actually be producing eggs, could she? But as further contractions brought along more of the milky spheres, it was undeniable. She really was laying eggs!

As each contraction swept through her body, she could feel more of the soft orbs popping out from any unoccupied pussy. Some squeezed through her tight titty-slits while others slipped through holes in her crotch missed by tentacles. She could feel the wetness of a small pile forming above her ass-crack too. Light smacks could be heard on the couch below as opaque spheres landed on the soggy material.

As strange as it seemed, passing the eggs only served to turn Harley on even more! By the 5th contraction, her head was in the clouds. By the 9th, her eyes were rolling back with pleasure! By the 14th her body felt like one giant erogenous zone, all tingling with pleasure at once!

All the teasing... all the milking…  all the eggs squeezing out of her body! All the sensitive pussy lips and quivering love-holes... All the massaging and rubbing and stroking! And all the wonderful penetration by her glorious glorious tentacles!!

Her body simply couldn't take it anymore!

And she came...

Oh god how she came!!

Pure orgasmic pleasure shot from pussy to pussy, as they finally quivered with release one after the other. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and rivers of milk streamed from her massive breasts. Her muscles clenched and spasmed uncontrollably as the pinnacle of orgasm wracked her twisted body!

Dozens of eggs flowed out of her love-holes as her tentacles were squeezed mercilessly by her vice-like pussies. Her hair flailed about, spurting warm oily liquid all over her body as the orgasm dominated her senses.

One pussy after the next fired off in electric orgasm, each more delicious than the last! Her tentacles writhed in midair as she dangled in their embrace. Wave upon wave of orgasm washed up and down her body; orgasms at one end setting off more at the other. Pussies burst with pleasure then calmed down momentarily, only to be brought back to orgasm again as the wave returned!

This cycle of pure unadulterated orgasmic nirvana seemed absolutely never-ending!

But slowly, ever so slowly, it began to fade with only most of her pussies firing off, then half…   then 17... then 12... then 6... then 4... then 2… then 1…

After what seemed like an eternity in orgasmic heaven, her convulsions finally slowed. The milk ebbed, fewer eggs squeezed through her tight openings, and her senses slowly, slowly began to return. Harley closed her eyes as the last few shudders of pleasure rolled through her body and she felt the warming embrace of an enormous afterglow settle in. Her tentacles slowly slid out from her sore pussies, her muscles twitching and giving them a few thankful squeezes as they went. A few final eggs slipped from her exhausted slits as the tentacle blockade receded.

Once her orifices were free from intruders, the tentacles slowly lowered Harley down from her lustful perch. They laid her down tenderly onto the soggy couch below, between piles of the glossy eggs.

She was exhausted! Unable to resist the fatigue she snuggled deeper into the soft downy cushions, her moist tentacles slipping around her in a living blanket. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but think to herself...

These were Naked Norm's fantasies? What a freak!

Except that egg bit at the end…  that felt pretty good.

And all the lovely tentacles…  they really did come in handy.

And all the extra breasts! Well, how else was she going to make such plentiful milk?

And the vaginas…  well of course she needed those! How could she ever go on living without them after an orgasm that mind-shattering?!

Maybe she should give that weirdo a visit, you know, just to thank him in person for all the new assets...

But not until after a quick nap.....

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Harley Sketch Mid-TF:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25622006/