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Tags: tentacles, multiple (breasts, arms, legs), lactation (?), conjoinment

Long Weekend: Monday Off - compound37

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The last few months had been an adjustment period for Mark.  After coming home from a weekend business trip to find that his wife had suddenly become some kind of tentacled breast creature thanks to the powers of some bootleg medical nanotech mixed in with some soap, he’d been having a kind of personal crisis.  He still loved Ellie, and even though it appeared that she would be permanently stuck this way, that didn’t change her from the laid back and confident woman that he had fallen in love with.  But for obvious reasons, she couldn’t go outside, unless she wanted to draw a ton of unwanted attention.  She was embarrassed at her appearance, at how she was addicted to the changes that soap gave her during those few days.  Mark did his best to comfort her, but with her being stuck inside day in and day out, she’d fallen into a rut.  She was bored all the time, and could do little with her body apart from move around and watch TV.  But the transformation had left her with an incredibly sensitive body, and moving around always involved her grinding her breast-laden tentacle legs along the carpet.  Which brought up the other thing, the fact that she couldn’t reach her pussy over her massive breasts directly under her body.  So it left her horny all the time, and unable to get off.  Her tentacles could work in a pinch, but the breasts on them made it hard for her to get the tip in just the right spot.  They also made it hard for her to do ordinary tasks, leaving her more frustrated than ever.

It hurt Mark to see her this way, but he did his best to support her.  He didn’t mind that usually that meant coming home to find her desperate to get off, but there was some inconsolable line between them now.  Ellie had tried to explain what it felt like, but the best Mark could pin it up to was being stuck at home sick all the time.  He couldn’t pretend to know what it felt like to have six tentacles for legs or nine breasts on his chest, and he doubted that Ellie knew until it happened to her.  He was on his way home now, with a bottle of wine and chocolate.  He figured that the best way to make her feel better lately was to stay at home with her so she wasn’t so lonely.  She loved the spa treatment, even still after the changes, and he wanted to give it to her.  There was a difference between being helpless, and being useless, as Ellie put it.  Helpless was her way of describing what it felt like when she just let it all go and relaxed.  She’d been a huge fan of his massages since she transformed, her tentacles were very long and didn’t fit into most spaces, leaving her cramped all the time.  Only thing was that she had so much more surface area than she used to, and they kept having to refill the oil supply.

“Dammit, that’s what I’m missing.” Mark cursed as he looked over at the passenger’s seat.  He’d stocked up for a few days of spending some quality time with Ellie, and he planned on not leaving the house for those days.  Which would be hard, if he didn’t have the massage oil she loved so much.  He swung the car around at the next light to get to the drugstore.  He pulled up and walked to their soaps aisle.  This wasn’t the normal store that he went to, but the oil was common enough that he should be able to find it here.  But, after a few minutes’ of searching, he turned up nothing. 

“Maybe I can get something similar to the one she likes, or maybe if I can get something that smells really good, we might get some variety and change up the routine a bit.”  He thought, as he pulled the caps off of some of the bottles to give them a quick sniff.  He couldn’t find a scent like the one she liked, but he did find one that he figured Ellie would love.  It was supposedly full of natural relaxants to work out the muscle kinks, sounded just like what Ellie would love.  It was expensive, but he didn’t care.  As he headed to the checkout, he thought about how odd it was that he now measured variety by massage oil.  Outwardly, that might be misconstrued as a sign of a stagnant sex life, he figured.  A sign that he was getting old.  But he smiled to himself, knowing that the eventual sex that would come this weekend was unlike anything any other man had experienced before.

Mark had always been a boob guy, and Ellie’s original breasts were not that large.  But her new body was a bizarre way of having his wish come true.  She’d done her best to convince him that she was ugly or some kind of monster, and he took it in stride.  But there was no reason he felt to not be attracted to her, strange as it was.  He’d seen enough Japanese porn in his youth to know what tentacles could do in the bedroom, and when Ellie was in the throes of it, the sex was earth-shattering.

As he pulled up to their house, the lights were dimmed, and the curtains were drawn.  Mark got all of the supplies for the weekend: wine, cheese, chocolate, snacks, groceries, and the massage oil, and made his way inside.

*****

Ellie heard the sound of tires on gravel as Mark’s car pulled up the driveway.  She hurried to put the finishing touches on the candles she’d lit, and pulled herself over to the living room to make herself ready.  She moved much like an octopus, where she used the considerable strength in each of her legs to propel herself while keeping the center of her body above the ground.  By design, the breasts on her legs would grind into the floor, her sensitive nipples always being tickled or groped by the carpet.  She pulled herself to the room and laid down next to the fireplace, bringing her considerable bulk towards her to appear as if she were still as she was. 

She knew that the pose was hilariously cliche, trying to lie as seductively as she could next to a fireplace crackling quietly behind her.  The irony was part of why she liked it so much, Mark had that ironic sense of humor too.  She had a feeling that Mark still found her attractive, mainly because he’d joked about breast enhancement in the past, and now her top row of breasts bordered on EE cups. 

The door opened in the next room, and she threw her hair behind her head.  It had grown very long since her transformation, she hadn’t gone out to get it cut, and her shoulder length hair now cascaded down her back.  She did the best she could with it, but even though she felt like a monster sometimes, she could still try to be sexy once in a while.

*****

Mark entered the living room to see a group of small red candles had been placed around the counters and on the tables.  He smiled, thinking of the effort Ellie must have gone to to put them around.  He saw a flick of a tentacle tip by the fireplace, and smiled.  He gingerly put down the bag as he peered over the couch, and lying in front of the fireplace sat his wife, smiling up at him giving him the hardest bedroom eyes he’d seen since he saw her on the first day after her transformation.  He padded around the couch toward her, removing his shirt and shoes, as he lied down next to her, face to face. 

“Almost kept me waiting.”  Ellie said, as she shuffled closer to Mark. 

“Couldn’t be helped, babe.  I had to make sure we had everything for the weekend.  It’s going to be just you, me, and quality time.”  He kissed her as he stood up and removed his pants, standing naked in front of her.

Ellie grinned.  “Well, that’s forward of you, whatever happened to the romance?  I lit the candles and everything.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking.  What good is it if we’re going to be inside all weekend, two people very much attracted to one another, if one of them can’t help but being naked, and the other is clothed?  Besides, it’s not like we’re prudes.”  He walked back over to where he left the shopping bags, and pulled out the bottles of wine.  “But if you’re so sure that romance is dead, then I have one question for you.  Red, or white?  This forward thinking romanticist bought both.”  He smiled.

Ellie collected her tentacle legs under her, and fluidly rose from the floor.  Christ, she’s getting good at that.  Mark thought.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”  Ellie cooed.  “First my man is blessed with the foresight of buying wine options, then he calls the mutant attractive?  Romance isn’t dead after all.” She snaked past Mark into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools.  Normal chairs didn’t work for her anymore, so the first order of business when she transformed was to make the house ‘Ellie-compatible.’

Mark walked over to the cupboards, and poured two glasses of red wine.  “I’m serious, Ellie.  You’re still you, that’s what I married you for.  Just because of an accident, that doesn’t stop me from loving you.  Besides, we talked about this before, once we realized it was going to be permanent, I’m still attracted to you.  You still have your face and your smile.”

“And some few dozen breasts all over my body.”

“Well, I did joke about getting you a boob job once.”

“Yep, ever the romantic.”  Ellie said as she sipped on her wine.

Mark chuckled.  “Anyway, this weekend is about us, so how about we start with that.”  He took her by the hand and led her off the stool and back to the living room.  The two of them curled up on the spacious couch, the same one Ellie had her first signs of transformations on, and turned on their favorite TV series and had their wine and chocolate.  It was a crappy old fantasy romance from the turn of the 21st century, complete with the tropes one would expect.  It had been a tradition for them since they first started dating years ago. 

As the night wore on and they became more buzzed, Mark could have swore that he felt Ellie start to wrap her tentacles around his body.  He leaned back on the couch and cradled his head in the pair of tits under whatever leg was behind him as he felt Ellie pull herself closer and tighter to him.  As he became erect, she wrapped one of her tentacles around his cock, giving him an ad-hoc titjob as she stroked it up and down along his length.  The others went to work around him as she started getting friskier.  He could feel the weight of all of those breasts on him as she wrapped herself all over his body, starting to giggle at the sensations that her super sensitive tentacles gave her.  She wrapped one around his arm as she brought his hand closer under her to where her vagina was between six massive G cup breasts.  Mark could feel the wetness as he slipped a finger inside, causing her tentacles to stiffen around him, their tremendous strength squeezing his body in breastflesh.  Within moments, he had two fingers inside as she wrapped the breastless tip of one of her tentacles between his legs and under his balls.  His cock was slick with precum and Ellie’s sweat, as she lifted herself over him and settled down on his dick, riding him as she often did.  She unwrapped his dick as she descended, and used them to steady herself as she lowered herself onto him. 

Her pussy had remained largely unchanged in the transformation, something Ellie was glad for.  With so much of her blown out of proportion, her pussy staying the same size was a small blessing.  She rode over his dick and felt him tense under her, moments away from blowing his load.  She darted one of her tentacles under him and wrapped it tightly around his balls.  She squeezed tightly as he exploded within her, keeping him hard so she could get herself off moments later.

Her legs went slack as Mark pulled himself out of her.  He cradled her down onto his chest, her nine breasts on her torso heaving with her breath.  They were slick with something, like her sweat, but they smelled sweeter.  Mark chocked it up to one of her post-transformation quirks.  He’d seen it before whenever she’d had a powerful orgasm.  He let it go as he lifted her off of him and carried her as best he could to their bed.  There they drifted into a blissful daze.

*****

Morning had come, and Mark and Ellie were relaxing in their bed.  Mark was wrapped up in Ellie, he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.  She wasn’t a heavy sleeper, and would wake up then doze off a few times before she got herself out of bed.  Not that he cared, he often did the same.  Eventually she stirred as he adjusted himself in her grip.

“Mmm, morning sweetie.”  Ellie said, as nuzzled her face into Mark’s chest.  “That was great last night.”

“You’re telling me.  You gotta do that ball squeeze thing again next time.”

“Glad to know it was a hit.  Being a mutant sexbeast comes with a few perks.”  She smiled. 

“Well at least we’re on the bright side.  Lemme out I’ll put on the kettle.”

Ellie moved to unwrap Mark from her breasts, a look of concentration on her face as she tried to untangle herself from the blankets and her husband with four of her legs.  As she pulled herself off of Mark, more of the sticky substance from last night peeled away from between them.  She looked embarrassed as a few rings of dried fluid were visible on his skin.  He shrugged it off and got out of bed.

As Mark filled the kettle from the sink, he investigated the little circles on his chest left over from Ellie’s nipples.  It appeared to be the same fluid as last time this happened, and while she was concerned the first time it appeared, nothing bad had ever happened about it.  But there had never been this much before.  Considering that she only leaked like that after a good fuck, Mark congratulated himself on a job well done.  He was still naked, and noticed that there was quite a lot of the dried fluid on his genitals.  It brought back vivid memories of the night before, and he felt himself start to grow hard.  It was sticky to the touch, and could smell the same sweet smell when he put his hand to his nose.  He readied the teabags as the kettle boiled, and brought two cups back into the bedroom.

Ellie had sprawled herself all over the bed, the sheets thoroughly tangled in her tentacles.  She thrashed a couple of them about, desperately trying to get the blanket to just stay on top of her.  Her tentacles weren’t quick and nimble with all the added weight on them.  Mark stood well away from the scene and sipped his tea.  Ellie stopped with two of her tentacles raised high, giving Mark a clear view of her innermost ring of breasts and vagina under her, he was hard instantly.  She gave him a frustrated look.

“Little help?  Mutant sexbeast problems.”  Ellie said.

“Help with what?  The blanket of mutant sexbeast problems?” Mark replied.

“Very funny, just get this damn thing off of me.”

Mark handed her the two teacups as he pulled the blanket off of her, then slipped it over the both of them as he got back into the bed.  She slowly wrapped her tentacles around his legs as they sipped on their tea and relaxed. 

Mark was still quite hard from the whole blanket ordeal, and eventually sat his cup down on the nightside table and turned to Ellie.  A questing tentacle pulled itself up his leg and reached his erection, recoiling for a moment before reaching up to it again.  Ellie smiled as she reached over and set her cup down too.  “You weren’t kidding about helping me, were you?”  She said.

“Well…”

The tentacles around his legs suddenly moved up and smothered his groin.  “If you’re insistent, we could have a repeat of last night.”

“You’d get no objections from me.”  Mark said.

“Then let’s get this mess out of here.”  Ellie said as she pushed off the cover with two of her legs.

Mark wasted no time as he straddled Ellie, taking his raging manhood and pressed it deep within Ellie’s lowest pair of breasts, just above where her torso split into the six tentacles.  Ellie giggled and pressed her arms along the four rows of breasts along her torso, squeezing all nine of them.  Mark was pulling extra long thrusts, or at least it felt like it, as he plowed through the crease between two of the rows.  Ellie started crawling her tentacles up his back and over his shoulders as she stroked herself up and down his dick.  As Mark looked like he was growing more and more desperate to cum, she pulled his dick out from between her tits and ran her tongue along the base of his shaft, along the underside.  He shivered as he willed himself to keep going, and Ellie turned herself over onto her stomach.  She raised herself on her four frontmost tentacles as she wrapped the rear two around Mark, guiding him into her in the best doggystyle she could imitate.  She didn’t have much of an ass anymore, but the weight of her nine torso breasts gave her such a delicious bend in her back that Mark couldn’t help but feel that this was just as good as it used to be, the giant breasts directly under her rubbing along his cock making it even better. 

The boobs ringing her cunt were large enough to inhibit him from penetrating her fully, but with a little finesse he could get it in there deep enough, with the soft flesh giving him a pseudo titjob as he went.  Of all of Ellie’s kinky transformations, this one was his favorite.  There was no way he’d have it another way at this point.  Especially as she was squeezing his balls with one of the tentacles again.

As she was approaching her limit, Ellie’s fore-tentacles tensed up, as supporting her weight took a lot of sustained effort on just two.  She collapsed to the bed moaning as she reached orgasm, and from the exhaustion of holding up the massive bulk of her legs.  Mark went down with her, eventually finishing on her back.  Ellie buried her face in the bed as she panted out.

“You okay, Ellie?” Mark asked, rubbing a hand along her shoulders.  “The legs again?”

“Yeah.  I think they cramped up from the weight and the whole no-bones thing.”  Gimme a minute, I should be fine.”

Mark looked down at himself, he was still covered in the stickiness from last night, and some of the same residue was forming on the tentacles draped down his back.  He rubbed Ellie’s back and went to the shower to wipe himself down.  Once he stepped into the steaming water, he felt an odd sensation as he began to lather some soap.  He was feeling a tingling sensation on his skin, and it was centering around his groin and back.  He became erect almost immediately.

“That’s not right.” He thought, stunned.  “Oh god, did I-the soap!”  He nervously checked the soap and smelled the bar to make sure it wasn’t the same minty smell as the laced soap that Ellie used when she transformed.  Thankfully, it was the same generic bar that he’d been using since the accident.  His panic washed away as he continued to rinse himself off. 

He stepped out of the shower and toweled off.  He was still erect, and as he went to make a towel skirt, he found his penis to be too stiff to wrap a towel around properly.  In the mirror it looked hilarious, with his cock tenting the towel a good seven-

“Wait.  Seven?  That looks a little bigger than before…” he thought, as he pulled off the towel.  Indeed, it looked a little bigger than the usual six and a half inches he sported.  Maybe it’s just that it was straining, maybe it was still full of blood from the tentacle squeeze.  He wrote it off as he left the room, towelless.

*****

Ellie was still lying on the bed, massaging her front tentacles when Mark re-entered from the bathroom.  She’d been trying to work the cramps out for the last fifteen minutes.  It was a normal ritual for her, the tentacles, aside from the mammary tissue, were almost entirely muscle, and if held in place for long enough, began to cramp.  And when they cramped, they basically folded in half.  She’d been working out the kinks when she felt Mark’s hands work their way in there, kneading the muscles that had knotted.

“Oh thank you.”  She said, as she rolled over onto her back.  “Do you mind giving me a hand again?  These ones hurt.”

“No problem.  Can you hold on for two secs though?  I’ve got something you might like.”  Mark left the room for a moment before returning with the bag from last night.  Ellie watched as he pulled a beige bottle from within.  “New massage oil.  This stuff is supposed to be full of natural relaxants for muscle aches.  It’s medical, or at least that’s what it says on the label.  Here, lemme get you up.”

He reached down and lifted Ellie behind the shoulders and where her ass used to be, now replaced by two tentacles.  She winced as the front two bobbed in front of her as he brought her to the bathroom.  She could feel that he was hard again, straining even.  He carried her to the separate tub as he laid her down into it.  He opened the bottle and poured some of the oil on her cramped tentacles and along her shoulders; it felt warm, almost hot, to the touch.  She felt a deep relaxation almost immediately as he worked through her knots and unkinked her forelegs.  He took extra care to get the oil in between the breasts under the kink, they were chafing from being squeezed together so hard.  He moved up her forelegs and over her front breasts as he worked the hot lotion in, before getting to her back and neck.  She let her head drift back and relax as he soothed her, she almost fell asleep in his arms like a child.  This stuff really did have relaxants.

After she drifted for what seemed like an eternity, she slowly came to to find herself half-submersed in warm water.  Her arms and the bottom half of her tentacles didn’t fit in the tub, but she was pretty wet all over.  The sedative had worn off, as her skin started to tingle as a slight wave of cold hit her.  Her eyes snapped open as she remembered what the first signs of transformation were like, in this very tub.  She splashed about with her hands, trying to find the soap, but coming up with nothing. 

“Relax, relax.  It’s just water.  I just wanted to rinse the oil off you.  It got everywhere.” Mark said.  “I would never put that bar in there.” 

Ellie calmed down, and sank back into the tub.  The original bar that Ellie transformed with, the one laced with bootleg Nano Enchant, had long since dissolved by the time she’d finished transforming.  However, Ellie had bought two that night.  They didn’t want to throw it away, lest it transform some unlucky garbage man who may come in contact with it.  So the second one remained wrapped up, in a sealed container, in the bottom of the cabinet, where nobody could touch it….

*****

A couple hours later, Mark and Ellie were stretched out on the couch giggling and chatting. 

“No, seriously, never that sticky.”

“You serious? 

“Yeah, it was like, being covered in jam.  Which is why I was so late coming out of the shower.”

“Really was that good, huh?”

“More or less, you do only have a stag party once.”

Ellie giggled: “Well, next time we get married, I’ll make sure that I’m the one that spends forty minutes in the bathroom cleaning all the spilled keg of beer off her.”

She was leaning against the arm of the couch, her long tentacles over Mark’s legs and flowing off the other side.  As she shifted her body over Mark’s, she could feel his member start to get hard against the outside of her legs.  She knew that the powerful muscles in her tentacles got him off, despite what she thought of them.  She wrapped a couple tips on the armrest as she pushed herself over, holding herself in the air in front of Mark.  His erection uncovered, it rapidly hardened as she wrapped her hands around it.

“Babe, tell me the truth.”  She said, “I know you said that your attraction for me hasn’t changed since I did, but, and be honest, does it really turn you on?  I mean, you’re huge right now, and that’s just from me brushing against you.”

Mark’s head tilted back onto the top of the couch.  “Yes, Ellie, I’ve been trying to say that for months now.  Please, you started this, let the hard questions be for later.”

Ellie nodded as she looked down at Mark’s penis.  It was throbbing in her hands, veins standing out along the shaft.  As she stroked him up and down, she found herself questioning whether he’d always been this big, or whether this was some new development.  His head was still back against the couch, eyes closed.  She reached her thumb and pinkie finger down to take an ad hoc measurement.  She wasn’t quite sure what the distance between her fingers was, but for sure, it was bigger than she thought it was before, longer and girthier. 

As a steady dribble of precum flowed from his dick, she began to tentatively lick the very tip, bending forward but still suspended in the air by her tentacles.  The breasts beneath were hanging freely as she worked him further, wobbling gently as she readjusted herself.  As she brought him to a quick release, she lowered herself onto him, the breeze of the motion reminding herself of how wet she had gotten herself.  Mark took her by the waist and helped her down by the table, five of her nine chest breasts smushed against the table, the other four hanging off.  He pulled the tentacles that had once been her ass over her head, revealing her sopping slit to him.  She cursed as he slowly pushed one, then two fingers into her.  The tentacles over her back and head were sweating from the heat of the body contact between them and her back, mussing up her long blonde hair as he began to rub her nub with his thumb and forefinger while his middle and ring fingers worked their way through her pussy.  She grabbed on to the other side of the table and pulled herself up and down it so she could fuck herself better with his fingers, a motion he obliged with more aggressive fingering, eventually sliding his pinky in.  She gasped at the new insertion, as the tentacles over her back straightened out and wrapped themselves over his shoulders.  He took the breast of one into his mouth and sucked on it as she could feel her orgasm rising.  Suddenly he removed his fingers from her pussy, leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness that would be replaced with his tongue before she could complain.  The surprise of him shoving his face amongst the six breasts, and suckling on them in turn with her clit caused her to feel a build up in her breasts as she came.  As his tongue was rubbing her clit, her breasts went off like small cow teats, spraying him from every direction as she rode multiple orgasms, each one releasing a new spray of the sticky pink fluid from her tits all over Mark.

He stepped back, soaked from head to dick in the stuff, wiping the mess from his face.  He was already hard again from the sensation of it all, while Ellie gasped face down on the table, dribbles of the substance leaking slowly from her upper row of breasts.

“Oh god, this stings.”  Mark said as he wiped his eyes.  “Babe I know I said that you’d be the one that gets to take the super long shower next time either of us got real sticky, but this stuff stings.  I gotta wash this off.”

She was still panting as he dashed off to the bathroom.  Once she recovered from her post-orgasmic daze, she peeled herself off of the table, her sensitive nipples sticking like suction cups to the glass surface.  She flopped back against the front of the couch, and felt her fingers start to massage her nipples as they grew hard again in her fingers. 

“Damn, that was something else.  Hope Mark’s eyes are ok.” She thought as she slowly made her way to the bathroom.  As she moved, her nipples rubbed against the carpet, stimulating her once again.  It had only been minutes, her pussy still a little numb from the orgasm from before, but she was starting to feel like going another round. 

She squirmed her way into the bathroom, steam fogging up the shower where Mark was cleaning himself off.  Ellie could hear light moans from within, and her mind began to wander to thoughts of Mark’s larger dick.  There was something strange about how it was noticeably, if only just, larger than before.  She wondered if it was just excitement, or something else.  She began to think of what it would be like if he was sporting a massive dong from here on out.  She was no size queen, but having that little bit of extra to him would definitely be interesting.  Her mind began to wander at the thought…

But no!  There must be something wrong here!  Her body changed in a similar way in the early stages, with slightly larger breasts and ass.  But, he hadn’t been using the soap, right?  For the love of god he better not be!  She slithered to the cupboard as fast as she could in the spacious bathroom, throwing open the cabinet and digging down to find a plastic container wrapped in a plastic bag, inside rattling the bar of soap laced with stolen, malfunctioning Nano Enchant.  It looked intact, the paper wrapping of the actual bar was fine.  She placed it back, and looked over to the massage oil he’d bought for her, the stuff that neither had ever heard of.  She flipped open the cap, smelling the oil inside.  Nano Enchant had a distinctive minty smell, and this just smelled like lavender.  That ruled that out.

“So what could it be?  Am I just getting paranoid?  It’s probably nothing.  Right, it’s probably just me being crazy.  It’s probably just-”

The shower hissed off as Mark stepped out of the glass booth.  Ellie turned around to see her husband sporting the single largest erection she’d ever seen in person.  It had to be about ten inches long.  Mark’s balls had also seemingly swelled as well.  They were straining against his sack.  He had one hand stroking the underside of his massive shaft, and one rubbing the top of his head, mopping the wet brown hair off his forehead.  His eyes looked vacant as he glanced around the room.

“Mark?”  She asked, “Babe, are you doing alright?”  Something strange was for sure going on.  His glazed eyes glanced over to her, on the floor.

She was startled at the sight, but she felt a strange tugging at the corner of her mind.  Something that told her to not worry about it, to accept what was happening.  She edged closer to him, resting on her under-breasts and gazing straight at the enormous head staring back at her.  It was perfectly level with her face, and she could feel herself start to get hot at the sight of it.  The steam in the room was starting to melt off the crusted on fluid from before, and it tingled as it ran down her chest.  Every sensation she was feeling from her enormously sexualized body was magnified as she felt herself staring deeper and deeper at this thing in front of her, her mind starting to fog under the weight of it all.  The protests in her mind ebbed as Mark silently reached a hand behind her head, and slowly, absently, guided her mouth to his enormous cock.

The two were in limbo, as she slowly worked the tip into a cheek, slowly running her tongue down the side.  She felt his hand ever-presently guiding more and more into her mouth, her slurps and sucks sounding like fireworks in the otherwise completely silent room.  Her mind was nothing, except for the sound of her tongue and lips, and the heat on her chest.  She took as much as she could into her mouth, the dick bumping against the back of her mouth.  For a half second she rose above the clouds in her mind, thinking that she would gag, but with a push from Mark, she swallowed his dick.  Somehow she had crammed the whole thing into her, all of it feeling natural.  Her hands rested on the floor, as her tentacles splayed around lazily, uncontrolled by their master.  Mark’s face was impassive, his breaths shallow and measured agasint the sloppy suckling sounds his wife was making.  Ellie backed herself off of his dick slightly as it swelled within her mouth, ejaculation imminent.  With little warning, Mark lurched forward and grunted, as his balls clenched and blasted Ellie’s mouth with his hot load.

Suddenly snapping to, Ellie removed the enormous organ from her mouth, squinting as it splooged onto her face and neck, running down into the double cleavage on her top row of boobs.  Mark’s face tensed, as if he was recovering from a spell.  He glanced down at the mess on his wife’s face and chest, then down to his cock.  Ellie was coughing up some of the overflow cum, strands still flowing between her mouth and the dripping mess at the end of his cock.

“What, what just happened there?”  Mark asked.

Ellie raised herself up to his height and gave him a serious look: “You don’t remember?”

“I think I spaced out there.  I was in the shower, then it’s fuzzy,”  his eyes lost focus for a second or two.  “Really pleasant, but fuzzy.”  When he tried to make sense of the hazy memory of throatfucking his mutant wife, it was like he lost the feeling in his fingers and toes.  A hot rush of pins and needles came rushing back when he refocused.  He tried it a few more times, each time feeling more and more surreal than the last.  Ethereal sensations clouded his senses, all he could feel was the blood rushing to his member and a burning lust.

Ellie was concerned for Mark, he looked faint, his face pale and breathless, then suddenly flushed and panting.  She could see an erection begin to form, then fade away.  She felt a heat radiate off his body, warming her chest.  The thought of him inside her, with that massive cock, began to take hold of her again, she was feeling a tingling spread down her chest and over her tentacles.  Pin pricks over her chest revealed that she was leaking again, the thin pink fluid seeping out of her nipples.  This time it seemed to turn her on even more, she was panting.  Pins and needles were slowly moving themselves up her tentacles, starting from the tips, each time they moved up to a new row of breasts Ellie gasped.  By the time the sensations had reached her vagina, she could barely catch her breath. 

Mark finally snapped to again, the mental exertion greater this time.  He felt something dripping on his chest, and as his eyes refocused, he traced the drips back to Ellie’s chest, spraying thin streams of the fluid.  She was panting now, sinking lower and lower as her tentacles spread out on the floor.  Her arms slack at her sides as she slid onto her back, her foretentacles sliding over to the sides, her nine chest breasts slopping over, still spraying the sticky pink fluid.  Mark could feel his erection surging in front of him, the blood rushing to it.  The feeling in his extremities were faint, his mind clouding again.  Ellie looked up with the most pleading look in her eyes, tongue out and panting: “Please, I need it.”

Within seconds Mark was on the cold tile floor with her, throwing her tentacles back to get better access to her snatch.  His mind was a frenzy, not entirely his own.  He surged his nine-inch erection into her, it was the size of two cans of pop stacked on each other.  Ellie screamed out as he entered her, suddenly able to take him.  She could feel herself stretching around it.  The pressure of his head as he pressed into her almost made her cum instantly, stars filling her eyes.  She bucked back as hard as she could, clutching at the breasts under her tentacles as they sprayed fluid everywhere.  Her tentacles wrapped themselves whiplike around his body, forcing him in and out recklessly with his thrusts.  She could feel Mark pressing deeper and deeper, his cock growing inside of her.  Her mind was empty, save for the endless pleasure of being impaled on his enormous member.  She was faintly aware of her wailing, but it was in a different time and place, miles and years away from her senses.

*****

Mark groaned as he pulled his eyes open.  He was lying on the floor of the bathroom again, and his head was aching.  It was dark outside, but he couldn’t put together what he had been doing for the last few hours.  Ellie was on the floor with him, and he realized soon enough that she had wrapped him up in her thick tentacles.  Shuffling around caused her to wake up slightly, flexing them and further constricting Mark in the process.  After a few seconds, he realized that he was still inside her.  He fished his cock out, the girth taking far longer to slide out than he would ever have anticipated.  He vaguely remembered a surging feeling within him during the last hazy few hours.  It flopped against his leg, and his eyes widened when he felt the tip hit his knee cap.  He struggled against Ellie to get a better view of what had happened to him, but the vice like strength of his wife kept him in her embrace.  Ellie awoke, and released Mark, the stickiness of the fluid was like pulling dozens of band aids off the both of them.  Mark winced as Ellie rubbed her sore nipples. 

Mark stood up to get a better view of himself.  He wasn’t deceived, his dick was still erect, but the massive weight caused it to fall to his knees.  His testicles were bigger than softballs, pulling tightly on his scrotum.  It wasn’t just that his cock was enormous, but made even larger by comparison to his shrinking form.  His body seemed to have thinned somewhat, his arms and legs had lost their definition, and he appeared to have lost a couple inches in height.

“Ellie?  I think something’s wrong here.”

Her eyes widened when she saw the monster hanging between Mark’s legs.  “Oh my god.”  she whispered, “it’s happening again.”  Her eyes started to water as Mark walked back to her.  She slunk away when his cock accidentally brushed her. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’re going to be ok.”  He knew he was lying, but there wasn’t much else to say. 

“You can’t possibly mean that.  Look at you!  How are you going to hide that thing?  If you keep changing, how’re we going to live?  We can’t both stay inside forever!  You were the only thing keeping me from being some kind of government experiment, how can you say it’s going to be okay when we’re both like this?”

“Ellie, nobody is saying anything about government experiments, calm down.  We can trace this back.”

“I tried, the soap is still locked up, and I didn’t smell anything off in the massage oil.  Mark this might be beyond either of us.” 

Mark was trying to keep Ellie from crying: “Ellie, come on, we both have to think about this one.  I think it might still be Nano Enchant.  You said that you were always horny when it happened to you, looks like it might be the same thing here.  You used to use it at work, do you know anyone that might know better?  Anyone that you can trust?”

Ellie sniffled: “Maybe a couple people, but we only knew how to use it, we would need to find someone who knows more.” 

“Was there a company rep?  Maybe we could get a lab-tech down here.”

“That wouldn’t work, the stuff that got me was bootleg, remember?  It probably doesn’t work the same way.  And have you ever heard of what happened to the gangsters that got caught?  The government had to come up with a new assault clause for them!  They all got life in jail!  Nobody heard from them again!”  She was starting to panic.  She’d been following the case over the last few months, people were coming forward, changed beyond repair, as witnesses for the trial.  Ellie at the time was too insecure to come forward, despite Mark’s wishes.

“Ellie, don’t panic, we’re not the ones that sold it, you’re a victim, calm down.  And don’t worry about what’ll happen, I’m gonna be here with you regardless.”  He pulled her towards him, seeing how his arms were now as slender as hers, and pulled her head into his chest.  They sat there on the floor for a long time, eventually calming down.  Mark hadn’t felt any resurgence in the insatiable lust he had earlier, he was content with just sitting there against the wall with Ellie, neither of them saying a word.  Mark could feel her breath softly rising and falling, she’d fallen asleep. 

He shook her awake after a half-hour: “come on, let’s get you cleaned up.  Those tentacles of yours have to be cramped.”  She nodded slowly, wiping the sleep from her eyes.  Mark tried as best he could to lift her to the bathtub, the larger separate one that she could fit in, his strength felt like it had been sapped when his arms shrunk down.  He clumsily slid her into the tub onto her front, and ran the hot water. 

She relaxed as the water loosened up her muscles, and she could feel the film of the fluid wash away again.  That stuff really had been getting everywhere, and it was definitely coming with more force now.  Mark put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub the tenseness out from her.  She could feel that his hands were smaller now, and it worried her, but she trusted him when he said that despite what happens between them, he would always love her.  She began to doze off again while he worked his hands down her back and to her waist.  She was warm, completely comfortable, and feeling slightly aroused as he worked his way to her ass-tentacles.

Meanwhile, Mark was standing in the tub, trying hard to prevent Ellie’s tentacles from subconsciously snaking their way up his legs.  As soon as he entered the tub to get a better access to Ellie, he’d been fighting her tentacles, and increasingly, his horniness.  His already erect cock now strained beyond what it had before, his balls were churning again.  He had to stay focussed to keep himself on task.  He pinched his arm to stay with it as he felt one of his hands leave Ellie to grasp his cock.  He pinched again when one of her tentacles managed to press into his taint and caress his balls.  He tried to step over her to get out of the tub when he realized that he was tangled at her feet, and wound up falling with a splash. 

Ellie half-awoke to the noise and found that she’d accidentally tangled her husband, several of her tentacles were wrapping themselves up around his legs and waist, while two others were wrapped around his gigantic cock, which had somehow grown even larger.  Mark looked like he was beginning to lose focus as his hands vainly tried to pull off the tentacles, more like petting than pulling.  Ellie could feel it rising within her too, somehow when he got horny like this she did as well.  She tried to concentrate on letting him go, but found that she just couldn’t get enough brainpower together to complete the task.  She could feel her breasts start to leak again, all over hers and Mark’s bodies, then it suddenly hit her like a thousand lightning bolts.

She tried harder to untangle them, only to find that the fluid sealed like a glue, they were now stuck together.  Ellie reached over and slapped Mark to bring him back to his senses, his eyes fluttering open.  “The fluid!  From my breasts!  That’s what’s causing it!  When it mixes with water, it makes us horny and changes you!” 

Mark gasped as he realized what was happening, “We gotta get out of here!  The tub’s full of it!”  He cried as he tried to bodily lift Ellie from the tub, before slipping back down.  Ellie’s tentacles were too strong, they seemed to act as if they had a mind of their own.  Mark’s penis was guided toward Ellie.  She gasped at her somehow stretchy insides were able to take the head, she must have been changing bit by bit as well.  She could feel her tentacles milking Mark for all he was worth as she was slid down on top of the thing, he must have been in a state of bliss with how he was moaning.  His body was barely visible inside the tentacles wrapping him up, only his head and cock were exposed.  His legs were pressed together and his arms were strapped to his sides, his face blank as his balls churned out seemingly load after load into her.  Ellie had reached the hilt of his dick, she could feel his balls hot and bulging under her.  She began to feel herself slip into a trance as she bounced on top of him, her chest streaming with the fluid all over her. 

Mark was vaguely aware of himself growing and shrinking in different ways.  He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of the constricting tentacles, or if that was the way it was supposed to be.  His body was being pressed tighter and tighter, he could feel like it was being compressed.  Whatever was being compressed in him was being moved to his cock, it felt like it was completely filling Ellie with his cum.  She started to shake as she spasmed her way into orgasm, and wrapped herself onto the tentacle mass holding him.  Her eyes were half-lidded as his were, and the tentacles seemed to move on their own, releasing him momentarily before encapsulating both of them in their embrace.  His cock was still long enough to be inside of her, and he could feel her breath rise and fall against his, her nine chest breasts pressed into his tiny torso as she moaned in his ear.  She was pressed so tightly against him, he could feel her ribs through the wall of breasts, he could feel that he was being pressed into the cleavage between her lower three rows of breasts, like he was being pressed into her.

The two gazed into each other’s faces, shared a deep kiss, and fell into blackness.

*****ONE WEEK LATER*****

Ellie awoke to Mark snoring beside her.  He’d been developing this new habit for a while, but now it was more annoying than ever.  She brushed his head aside as she sat up, pulling the covers off of the both of them.  Mark groaned and turned his head over, accidentally bumping Ellie’s.  Ellie lightly kissed his cheek as he awoke.  He looked down at her body, and smiled.

“I’m never gonna get tired of this.” He chuckled, as he wrapped one of their arms to the spot between their necks.  Ellie could feel his morning wood coming on, and lay back on the bed.  They shared her body now, Mark was a second head to the left of hers, and a second pair of arms.  Ellie mused that it was a good thing his arms grew more slender, as they were a great match for her own.  She didn’t want to have a manly physique, despite the, other, changes. 

Ellie’s stomach began to rumble and bulge out slightly as Mark grew hard, she could feel his cock within her start to move down toward the bottom of her body, thrusting back and forth within her.  Ellie began to rock up and down to the rhythm, as Mark kissed up and down her neck.  She could feel the monster continuously grow within her, eventually before pressing forward further and further before it spread her pussy lips wide and emerged between them.  They fucked themselves now, except his cock moved out from her now.  She gasped and grabbed the headboard bars as Mark strained within her, shooting a giant load across the bed.  They both collapsed with a sigh and napped some more before Ellie got them out of bed.

Mark didn’t have any control over their body save for his head, arms, and cock.  He could feel what was happening though, which was something he’d been dying to feel for ages.  Their breasts rubbing along the cool tile, the controlled muscles in their tentacles.  The first day was something else.  They had awoken back in the tub, and Ellie was crying.  It took Mark the better part of two days to stop her from freaking out.  He loved her, there was nothing different about her mentally, and that’s the part that mattered to him.  She would have to get used to never being alone, but eventually, she seemed to accept that this is what they were going to be now.  She wasn’t pleased, but she knew that it was an accident.

They got into the kitchen, and began to work.  Ellie started cracking eggs while Mark put on the kettle.  They had their breakfast in silence and began to make some biscuits for their visitor.  While she was hysteric about their conjoinment, Ellie had called the hospital and her hospital coworkers to find if there was a way to separate them.  That turned into Mark explaining what had happened, and the news worked itself up the chain.

In a couple hours, a the doorbell rang.  Ellie took a deep breath and announced “come in!” as the stranger entered.  He was a tall man, clad in an immaculate black suit with a close cropped moustache and dark eyes.  He walked in and sat himself on the couch, facing Mark and Ellie.  The two of them tried their best to hide their body, but the man didn’t seem to be phased as his eyes scanned up and down their chest.

“So this is what happened?  I’m so sorry to see this is all because of my technology.”  He said.  Mark recognized the man was the CEO of Nano Enchant, LLC.  He’d been expecting them to send some kind of lab-tech or office drone when he heard that Nano Enchant was sending someone to their house to assess the situation, but not the man himself. 

“I’m sorry, this is awfully forward of me.  I’m Enzo, and while I’m the CEO, I’m also the man that developed Nano Enchant.  You’re in no better hands now, but I’m sorry to admit that my hands are tied.”

“What do you mean?”  Asked Ellie.

“The Nano Enchant technology is a one way street, I’m sure you’re aware that it can’t be undone.  So I cannot separate the two of you, but I can provide you with some measure of compensation.  Come with me to my research facility, and I can put you up in the most comfortable living arrangements possible.  And I can arrange for you two to find some work within the company if that’s what you want.  I understand that you might not want to have anything to do with me since your accident, but I am okay with that.  It’s just an offer.

Mark looked over at Ellie.  They’d seen the news and knew that there were several transformees that moved to the Nano Enchant compound.  It seemed intriguing at first, but Mark was against it.  He didn’t want to give up the house that he bought, but after some debate, they hadn’t reached a conclusion.  He sighed, “We’ll take it, if we can keep the house.  I’m sure Ellie wants to get out of here for the first time in ages.”

Ellie snapped her head over to Mark and beamed.  “Thank you!” she said as she wrapped her two arms around him in a self-hug. 

Enzo smiled: “Good, good.  I’m glad you agree on this.  Don’t worry about the Nano Enchant living facility, it’s part of my own house, I wouldn’t dare let anyone be uncomfortable, you’re my guests now.”  He took Ellie’s hand lightly and pulled them off the couch.  “Our wagon awaits.”  Outside there was a large limousine, with blacked out windows and the Nano Enchant logo on the side.  “Something long enough for the two of you.  Ellie I’m sure you’re glad to be out of the house, eh?” 

“You have no idea, sir.”  Ellie beamed as two men in suits helped carry them over the gravel and into the car.  The doors shut around them as the car started, off to take them to their new life.

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