28th of June

(Author's comment: The body horror is picking up in this chapter, so proceed with caution)

I'm now more sure than ever that I need to make sure this diary does not get into the wrong hands. You, my dear hypothetical reader, must be a future member of my cult, for if not, I fear for my own existence and that of my beloved Presley and of Miss Blake.

But let me recount my evening, but be prepared for much strangeness, for Shub-Niggurath the All-Mother has blessed me once more.

When I arrived at Presley's, I ran into him as he returned from work, looking absolutely dashing in his three-piece suit. He also looked rather dumbstruck by my appearance, even though my All-Mother-blessed body was entirely covered by the light tan dress, even my longer hair hidden by the large sun hat I was wearing. That said, thanks to Shub-Niggurath's boons, even this supposedly modest look left little to the imagination (particularly for one who had seen me naked before), cloth hugging every curve tightly. Suffice to say, I looked downright scandalous - much to my enjoyment. Indeed, I felt my nipples pulse and throb within minutes of leaving my abode, rising to attention under my dress. As I had anticipated, my member did the same; but thanks to Miss Blake's valuable input, I made sure to wear a garter that secured the swelling rod to my right leg.Of course, by the time I had made my way over to Presley's, I had become so aroused by the fact that there was just some thin fabric keeping random passers-by from noticing the debauched state I was in that I could feel liquid lust run down my leg, my face surely flushed deeply red and my breath undeniably ragged. I am sure this contributed greatly to the way dearest Presley looked at me. My rampant arousal definitely contributed to the way I almost jumped him, wrapping my left leg around Presley's waist as I hugged him tightly and pressed my lips against his hungrily, knocking my hat off during the process. Digging my right into Presley's hair, I thrust my tongue into his mouth in a moment of passion, feeling Shub-Niggurath's boons wriggle within the slick muscle.

Though frozen in surprise at first, Presley soon reciprocated, wrapping his right arm around my waist as his left strayed lower, soon digging into my plush behind. Shub-Niggurath's touch had blossomed within him, and I could feel it flare up in Presley's very soul as my tongue bulged with the loving tendrils of the All-Mother. My lips tingled as they brushed over Presley's, muffled groans and panting almost drowning out the disparaging mutterings of passing pedestrians. But while these comments made my ears burn hotly, they only fanned the flames of my lust. Let them all see our love! I thought, and yet it wasn't enough. I needed more, I needed Presley, and when I made these sentiments known to him in a breathless, needy whisper, I found myself whisked away to his apartment without much ado.

Presley had been blessed by the All-Mother as well, as it turned out when we both had undressed frantically, the well-trained body of a rower filling out slightly, getting softer in certain places, but bigger and harder in one rather important place. Though still smaller than my own, I found myself drawn to the pulsing, erect member, sinking to my knees in front of Presley, who gently ran his right through my hair. He did not have to pull me closer to his shaft as I shuffled closer on my own, lightly gripping the base between thumb and pointer of both hands as I neared its tip with my mouth, excited breaths washing over my lips as I extended my tongue towards Presley's member.

But of course, Shub-Niggurath was with us and decided to grant me a new blessing. With my tongue inches from Presley, so close I could feel his heat, so close I could almost taste him, I suddenly felt the slick, wet muscle bulge and swell with a myriad of the All-Mother's tentacles... and finally burst open, my mouth filled not with the tongue I had been used to since birth, but with twisting, twitching tendrils that instinctively latched onto Presley's member.

I could taste him! Every last one of the dozens of tentacles could taste him, could feel him throb and pulse, and each sent shocks of bliss through my being that made my own shaft strain and jettison clear droplets of lust through the air. I cannot tell you, dear reader, if they were moving with a mind of their own or if my own instincts had simply taken over conscious thought, but I dove forwards and wrapped the tentacles sprouting from my throat around Presley's shaft in a tight coccoon. Only every part of this coccoon was moving, slipping and sliding and pumping all along my lover's length, every sucking motion seeming to milk more of his salty essence which was pure ambrosia to me.

Dearest Presley was far from speechless or inactive - but I'm afraid the actual meaning of his words eludes me even now that the arousal that clouded my mind yesterday is gone. I just cared about the fact that he thrust into the tentacled hole that was my mouth, that he gripped my head tight, that I was to receive his seed that had been wasted between our bodies the day before. Shub-Niggurath's presence was undeniable, connecting us as deep as our phyiscal connection, if not deeper, and even filled with lust (and Presley's member) that made thinking nigh-impossible, I found myself overflowing with thankfulness for the All-Mother. Even now, I thank Her from my deepest heart for allowing me to experience all that has happened and all that yet will.

But back to yesterday: As alien as the sensation of fellating my lover with this host of tentacles was, as enjoyable it felt. I swear that the sensations eclipsed even those from my swollen member, which was constantly leaking sticky fluids onto the floor as I bobbed my head (even though my tentacles were more than long and flexible enough to make the motion unnecessary, it somehow felt right). Presley was groaning loudly, lustfully, words lost to him as well as me by then, and I felt him throb and swell, every vein standing out along his shaft as I took him deeper into the hungry nest of tentacles that was my throat.

Looking up at him with barely focused eyes, with a barely focused mind, Presley's face nevertheless burned itself into my mind. With lust consuming his mind, and Shub-Niggurath's influence growing, Presley's expression was slack, his skin flushed, eyes halfway closed, and I could practically see the All-Mother's energy slowly suffusing his every cell. Now that I am back home, it fills me with elation that I am Her servant and serve Her so well, but back then, it only made my heard beat faster, my shaft throb harder, the erect tips of my heaving bosom so hard they almost hurt. I felt a climax overtake me that saw my shaft strain and explode without ever being touched, strands of sticky fluids covering the floor between Presley's legs, and my tentacles went into a veritable frenzy around my lover's member.

Presley's telltale groan that was part relief and part unbearable lust was all the warning I got, but thanks to Her boons, my tentacles reacted instinctively and sucked my lover into my throat so deeply that I found my nose dig into Presley's stomach. I must admit, dear reader, that the **** with which dearest Presley unloaded his seed into me was surprising, as was the amount and just how often he released deep inside my throat. And I tasted and felt everything, every last drop, even the comparatively paltry droplets I milked from him at the end the nectar of the gods.

Or rather, of one goddess. Iä! Shub-Niggurath.

Presley and I parted after an enjoyable dinner which was taken largely in silence; it remains to be seen whether I will have to learn how to speak with a mass of tentacles instead of a tongue or if Shub-Niggurath has granted me the ability to reform it. As of now, I still have to keep my lips closed or reveal a wriggling nest of slick, slimy tendrils to the world.Nevertheless, even the silence between me and Presley was comfortable, and after I returned home, I left a note for Miss Blake shortly informing her of the new blessings and that Presley is as good as Hers before going to bed. Once again, I did not dream of Shub-Niggurath, but I do not despair, for I felt Her presence with Presley and me. Surely it takes Her a tidy sum of energy to join with us in this realm.

Today is rather uneventful. I write this entry in my boudoir, naked as She created me, trying my best to recreate the shape and function of a tongue with my tentacles, failing miserably. It seems they were just not made for this; they were made for pleasuring a lover, nothing more. But would I give them up to regain the ability to speak? Never.

I wonder if I shall pay dearest Presley another visit tonight?