The gardens are beautiful and beguiling, multi-colored plants and a variety of trees are arranged in sections of soft earth, small insects flitting about. The light here is warm and laced with different colors as it looks like it's pouring down to the ground from the occasional glowing orb that provides the luminescence.
You follow the sounds of a pleasant buzzing to find a voluptuous bee girl, Tiala, flitting around, sometimes stopping, seeming to enjoy just being among the plants, other times, moving to touch them tenderly, examining them and caring for them as she deems they need. You see your sword nearby, resting on a small stone table, bound by the vines that have engulfed the table.
You find it easy to look at the lovely bee-girls body. Her body is black and yellow stripped, her shiny blond hair is full and unkempt, but combed and hangs halfway down her back, between her translucent wings. Her black almond eyes are wide, giving her a surprisingly innocent look. Her lips are a luscious pouty black. Her body is lithe and sexy, with nice d-cup breasts sitting firmly on her chest, her waist narrower than an unaltered human could manage. She has eye-catching hips and a luscious, rounded ass, with a bee abdomen hanging over it, the stinger large and dangerous looking. Her legs are fuzzy down to her knees, where black chitin forms to look like a sexy pair of high-heeled boots.
Now there is a piece of ass. Even though it would be one of the worst decisions you ever made, if she asked you to fuck her right here, right now, you wouldn't even think twice to enjoy her incredible body.
Talk to Tiala
You wave at the bee-girl as you raise your voice, “Hello! Who are you? Why am I here?” you ask, your tone surprisingly light-hearted.
She lands as she turns to look at you, standing deathly still for a few moments before she responds, “I am Tiala. You szhould not disturb me,” she says, her tone unnervingly even, despite that slight buzz that creeped into it.
"I can't help but notice that I haven't been chained or locked up. Am I free to leave the cavern?"
Her gaze never wavering, Tiala speaks in that unnerving, buzzing monotone, "Monzria isz the only thing between you and freedom. It isz unlikely you can beszt her, so you are free up to the exzit."
"So I'll have to fight my way past Monria?"
"Or you could pleazure her. Intensze love-making will make herz sleepy." The way she casually says that to you gives you the impression that she doesn't care much about your or the minotaur keeping you in.
"Why are all of you down here?"
Tiala looks past you, to the wall to the North before answering. "I'm here for thze gardens. The others usze the plants and in turn, provide what I requirez to keep my gardensz healthy."
"So why did you people drag me down here? What’s the point?"
"Thzey brought you down for funz. The szpider, the szmith and the bull did, anwayz. Sincze you are here, I would like for you to taszte my honeyz and in return for the pleasuresz you would help tend the gardensz." You're starting to wonder if this girl understands subtly at all.
“So... what would it take for you to give me my sword?”
Tiala tilts her head the tiniest bit at the question. “You juszt need to try szzome of my honey,” she says, sliding her hand between her legs and parting her black lips with two fingers to reveal the pink sex and the golden-amber color of her thick juices behind her lips. “You must do thiz naked.”
“You want me to eat you out?”
“You juszt need to taste. If you want to pleaszzure me, that is your deciszon,” she says in that even tone, giving no hint that she would actually want or enjoy having you try to pleasure her.
“Alright, Tiala. I'll have some honey if I can get my sword back.”
A corner of Tiala's lip turns up in what has to be a smile, and the first one you've seen from her. “Of coursze,” she says, sliding to the ground as she spreads her legs, her ass and abdomen sitting on the ground as she once again opens her black lips again with her fingers, revealing her pink pussy and amber honey again. “It will bring you pleaszure,” she says, watching you as she waits for you to come to her.
You walk over to the bee-girl, licking your slit as you catch the sweet scent of her honey. You give out a little “Mhmm” in anticipation as you bend forwards, your lower breasts mashing into your clit as you manage to fold lower and lower against your sensitive and colossal sex, until your breasts press into your pussy lips in a wonderfully exciting sensation as you finally manage to bring your face to her amber-coated sex and brushing your tongue into the warm, sticky fluid, the sweet taste delighting you as warmth floods into you through your tongue.
The sweetness pads around your mind, making you lose focus of anything except the beautiful pussy in front of you and its wonderful bounty. You start licking the gooey amber treat from her lips, faster and faster as more pours out, sticking to your slit and face as you hear the slightest buzz from Tiala.
You barely notice that your arms give out, making you fall forward, burying your face into Tiala's snatch, smearing honey all over her inner thighs, across your slit and over your face. You hear a buzz from her as you once again attack her folds with your mouth until you hear the tiniest gasp from her.
You're caught by surprise when Tiala cries out with barely a motion as she cums, globs of her amber delight oozing rapidly from her wonderful snatch, coating her thighs along with your face before dripping and oozing to the ground.
Still in an amber-induced fog, you push yourself back up, barely noticing the odd sensations of pleasure this causes. As you sit there stunned, Tiala gets to her feet with a curt, even toned “Good girl,” before she turns and goes back to her garden like nothing had happened.
As your wits come back to you, you go cold as you finally notice that your arms have changed. They're not arms anymore. Instead, you have six long tentacle cocks below each shoulder, where your arms should be. “No...not my arms,” you say quietly to yourself, a cold feeling in your gut as you realize these things will never hold a weapon.
You start to straighten up again, feeling a little wobbly from the ordeal, staring numbly at the tentacles writhing in front of you. You look up and away from them and notice the cascade of light flashing from your sword. The vines are no longer covering the table, or your blade, but that's of no comfort to you anymore. You'll never hold that blade again, nor any other.
“What the hell did you do to me? My arms?!”
Tiala once again gives the smallest tilt of her head at your outburst. “Did I not give you your szword? And those are great zsourcze of pleaszure. I'm szure you will come to love thzem. Thzey are a gift. Come back whenz you are ready to thzank me.”
Look at your arms
You stop for a moment and concentrate on these…things that have consumed your arms. Tentacle cocks are trouble. There's no denying they feel good, but your manual dexterity and grip are shot. They're almost completely useless.
The worst part is you don't have complete control over them. They move of their own volition, stimulating themselves against one another and your body, unless you’re actively making them do something. It wasn’t as if you could even treat your arms like two sets of six, you had to be conscious of each one of your twelve tentacles. You can't imagine how much practice you'll need to manage to hold anything with them. What clumsy control you do have only seems to make them to rub and twist around one another. Between this and the disturbingly massive pussy that your legs have turned into, your life is going to have to completely change.
Still, you're not dead. You need to get out of here, then you can deal with these grabby things later.
Your head, your face, and your neck are gone. Replaced with a short, thick shaft capped with a cock head. You can still speak, even smell, and somehow the cock-head looks... feminine. Especially since your eyes look the same as before. Your head bends down, positing the glands and slit like a face. Pre now drools freely and copiously from your mouth at all times, not surprising given your constant state of arousal. You’ve grown used to the taste, more disturbing is the fact you no longer have a need for air. No doubt you now feed off mana, the mutated freak you’ve become. The intoxicating scent of your many male and female genitalia alike fills your head, keeping your body in perpetual arousal.
Your breasts are radically different than before. Six massive breasts with cunts instead of nipples. They're so big that the top pairs rest on the lower pairs, and the sensitive skin pressing into each other to the point of arousal. Your nipple pussies glisten, standing out from your massive areolas. Anything but living skin touching your areolas causes orgasms until it's removed. You absolutely love everything about your breasts and can't wait to let other people admire the perfect things.
Your arms are gone, lost to a mass of cock-tentacles, six in place of each arm. You don't think these tentacle things will ever hold a weapon. It's a devastating change, but you're going to get out of here no matter what. The worst part about them is if you aren't deliberately using them, they fondle and grope any flesh nearby, including your own. You consciously jerk them away only for the process to repeat itself.
You look down at the monstrous and massive slug-like vagina that's consumed your hips, legs, and ass, robbing you of your agility. You’re slow. Stuck to the ground. You will never jump again. And you'll never go a moment of the rest of your life without experiencing the pleasure of your truly enormous, sensitive pussy lips pressing into the ground.
Your entire body, head to...labia is monstrous. Once you were a woman, now you have thirteen cocks, one of them being your head. A cock and pussy at either end with even more of each in between, each perfectly compatible with another. Transformed beyond all recognition. A mess of sexual organs and with nothing to look forward to but a life of constant sexual pleasure. The only thing keeping you from stopping right here and indulging in the plethora of easy orgasmic bliss your body is trying to drown you in is your burning rage at these monsters that have done this to you. Unless you can fuck that minotaur to sleep, the only other thing you might be able to do is try and make it kill you.
You're not going to stay here for their amusement. You are going to crawl out of here or die trying.
Head back to the old road
You slowly make your way back to the old road, keeping your new arms in check. But just the simple act of moving is distracting as you push yourself along your massive pussy. What once took you one minute to traverse now takes you several, and your mind begins to wander.
In your momentary lapse, just like that your tentacle cock arms reveal their potential independence as they dance across your body for a moment, sliding pleasurably across your breasts and slipping into some of your nipple pussies, sending shivers of pleasure through you.
The constant probing of your cock-tentacles sends the thought of taking advantage of your new assets through your head. What the hell, they're going to be with you for a long time, they can at least pleasure you.
They start working over your body with almost no direction from you, as though waiting for permission. Your resolve finally succumbs as others slide past your breasts and against the large clit and lips of the pussy that is your lower body.
Your mouth-slit drools in arousal as you several of your tentacles reach up to your head, two of them rubbing across your head-glands, the sensation of cock on cock incredible as a third teases your slit-lips, sliding in through the pre-cum as it pumps and thrusts into your mouth as you suck and lick at it.
Your incredible breasts are more than ready for this, intense chills of pleasure running through them as six of your tentacle arms teasingly roll around and over them, the sensitive shafts rubbing wonderfully against your skin as they start coiling around your breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Your nipple-pussies respond, drooling their milky juices for a few moments before your cock tentacles plunge into your wonderful holes, the cocks simultaneously squeezing your breasts and fucking your nipple pussies of their own accord. You start shaking and moaning violently, incredible, mind-numbing levels of pleasure pumping through.
The rest of your cocks slide down toward the massive pussy-body that's been madly stimulating you since the moment it formed. A few stop to curl around the large dome of your clit, making you cry out from the pleasure of your own shafts curling around something so large and pleasurable. Fluid gushes from your lower pussy half as your other tentacles press themselves against the swollen lips, sliding their heads into the warm pleasurable folds of the gargantuan thing.
The incredible sensations of your cock tentacles pumping your nipple pussies, sliding around your super-sensitive glans and docking with your mouth, and more sliding across the massive pussy lips that have replaced your legs, working into incredible depths, builds so much pleasure that you struggle to hold back the impending orgasms, your cock-tentacles never faltering in playing with you, fucking you, raping you, needing no direction from you to pleasure themselves and your body.
The orgasms break from you as you feel cum rush down your tentacle cocks, erupting in unison, flooding your nipple-pussies with cum as your cock-head erupts in the hottest, white pleasure ever, cum erupting from your slit, around the orgasming cock still inside it, your tongue bathed in your own sweet, delicious seed. Torrential, molasses like fluid spills from your spasming, writhing pussy lips, even more pleasure nearly frying your brain in a tidal wave of pleasure.
The ordeal of pleasure washes away any sense of time you have in the pleasure. Eventually it subsides. Slowly, it feels like a fog is lifting from your head as you gather your bearings and remember what you need to do.
You pull your tentacles away as they give a few last spurts of cum, painting long white trails along your skin. Your breasts are noticeably heavier, cum overflowing and spilling out of your nipple pussies as though lactating. You giggle at the thought.
Go back to Danzig
You make your way back to Danzig’s shop despite your disheveled state. You keep your distance, sensing your arms beginning to stir.
Upon entering you catch a worried look on Danzig's face.
Ask her what's wrong
You swallow several times, clearing your mouth of enough pre-cum until you're able to ask her what's wrong.
“Diana. I hate to say this, but I think you've... been changed too much. I don't think you can get out of here anymore. The others will keep warping your body until you break and go mad, or your mind is taken from you.”
“I'm not sure I'm ready to give up.”
Without saying anything else, you leave Danzig’s shop.