Mimic Madness

'Screw the lockdown. Epidemic my ass! If I wanna go out at night and drink a cold one, I'm gonna do that!'

Paul was doing just that - the biggest can of beer one could purchase in his right, he was making his way through the back alleys running through the warehouses one block away from his apartment. Just because his general attitude while buzzed was Screw the rules, he didn't have to take unnecessary risks. No way would the cops patrol here, right? And even if they did, Paul would probably be able to slip away. Right? The police wouldn't enforce--

Thump.

A dull thud interrupted Paul's train of thought. Wood on concrete. Weird. Was he not the only one out and about? Well, he wouldn't tell if the other guy didn't. Maybe they could drink together, how about that? Another thud, and this time Paul could pinpoint where it was coming from - the next warehouse on his way, to the right. And as Paul drew closer, idly wondering what he'd do if he really ran into someone else, he noticed the normal-sized door next to the giant roller shutter was ajar, just enough to reveal the rows of metal shelves inside.

Thump.

"Huh."

Something was inside for sure. Or someone. Where they using the lockdown for some good old-fashioned breaking and entering? Should Paul call the police? Orrr... it was probably the **** speaking, but why not check the warehouse out himself? Maybe he could find some cool stuff! Giggling silently to himself, Paul made his way over to the door and stuck his head into the building, taking a cautious, yet curious look around. And was disappointed - all the shelves were empty, but at least he could also see that no one else was inside that would take offense to him intruding on any illegal activities.

Thump.

There it was again! From all the way in the back corner, Paul was sure of it. And more than willing to check it out. Beer still in hand, he made his way through the twilight of the warehouse, the light from the streetlamps casting gloomy shadows as he sneaked through the rows of empty shelves, silent like a ninja. A drunk, half-blind ninja. But since no one was around to hear him, it didn't really matter.

"Wow, neat!" Paul was drunk and thus easily impressed, but what he found in the back of the warehouse was indeed rather interesting. "Didn't know they still made these..."

The old-timey chest was huge, with a rounded lid and a rectangular base - it looked as if it could easily fit Paul, with loads of room to spare. The wood it was made of was dark and framed in iron mountings, with an impressive-looking keyhole in the middle of the front. But while it was neat, it was much too big to move and probably locked anyways.

Just as Paul thought it, the massive lid popped open with a click, as if prompted by his disappointment. But something seemed weird about the insides; leaning in closer, his free hand reaching for the lid to open it further, Paul squinted as he tried to see what was inside the chest, the gloom decidedly not helping. His fingertips had barely brushed against the lid, it's surface curiously warm, when it sprang wide open, and now Paul saw what was wrong with the chest's insides.

"You're mine!"

"Waaugh!"

With an embarrassing yelp, Paul found himself yanked forwards roughly, embraced by a disturbingly human shape and a host of pink tentacles, past vicious teeth lining the edges of the lid and the main part of the chest. Once Paul was fully inside, the lid slammed back closed with a sharp crack, leaving Paul in pitch black darkness. He could only just hear the tinkle of his beer can hitting the concrete floor outside.

Inside, things were... soft. There was no other word; Paul found himself lying on his back, exquisite softness pressing against his body, slimy with thick juices that seeped into his clothes as his limbs and torso were massaged by gentle tentacles. Two dainty hands were holding onto his shoulders, and the sensation against his chest... Tits. Unequivocally, and big ones, too. Bigger than any he'd ever seen, even in porn.

"I'm so glad someone finally came... I'm so hungry." The voice whispering against Paul's ear sent shivers down his spine, despite the fact that he'd just been swallowed by a wooden chest with a woman inside. "Won't you give me what I need? I promise, I'll be... gentle."

"I, uh... hlg!" The tip of a tentacle slipped into Paul's mouth as soon as he opened it, spreading slime and the faint taste of strawberries on his tongue. It made any actual answer impossible and felt like nothing so much as a strange french kiss that send tingles all over Paul's body. "Mghlugh..."

"Let's take that as a yes," the woman giggled, one of her hands massaging Paul's crotch through his pants - among the exhilarating sensations, he'd almost missed how desperately hard he was, twitching against the stranger's slime-slick palm. "I'll just... and then again... and again, and again..."

As she murmured, the woman slid lower and lower, enormous breasts gliding over his soaked clothes, slippery with slime. The tingles intensified all over his body as the thick tentacles kept up their sensual massage, making Paul shiver, his lips twitching around the invader that tickled his tongue, hips bucking against the woman's gentle hand. The slight buzz from the beer made everything feel even better, the sluggishness of Paul's mind making every new touch a welcome surprise. He felt as aroused as never before, his body on fire with lust, nipples rock-hard and tenting his shirt where soft, slimy tentacles played over them, squeezing the little mounds beneath...

'Wait.'

These alien sensations were enough to shake Paul from his ****- and lust-induced stupor. His drunk mind had been able to accept strange ladies living in chests giving out hand... no, scratch that, things had graduated to blowjob. A ravenous, eager blowjob, as if Paul's unusual partner had been starving for dick for years and was now out to suck him dry. Intense suction made Paul swell inside the woman's mouth, shaft buzzing with pleasure as his fat glans plumped up until it felt like it would burst, drooling his juices on his partner's dancing tongue which eagerly lapped them up.

"Glgh, ghg, guh!" Writhing in his cocoon of thick tentacles, Paul moaned and mewled around the one tendril plugging his mouth, resistance melting under the **** of plush lips bobbing rapidly on his member, slurping up every drop of pre bubbling up through Paul's turgid length. "Uuuh ghuuugh~!"

Paul's member strained against the soft walls of the woman's mouth, his balls twitching and churning as she fondled them eagerly as if to squeeze their creamy bounty out. Gasping around the tentacle pushing deep into his throat, Paul arched his back and felt his pecs jiggle, even with the stranger's tentacles wrapped around him. The pleasure was such that he couldn't even buck his hips, Paul's entire body rigid as his climax exploded through him, filling his body with pure bliss - and the woman's mouth with blast after blast of cum, all of which was gobbled down as quickly as Paul could provide it. Quicker, even - it was as if the insatiable woman was sucking the cum directly from Paul's plump nuts, faster than they could pump it up.

"Hgh, ghg, gah!" Finally, the tentacle slipped from Paul's mouth, letting him breathe free - and at the same time, the woman pulled away from his spent, yet still desperately hard shaft and the lid opened, letting in the gloom from outside. "W-whoah..."

It was a strange sight that greeted the exhausted Paul - the fleshy, pink inside of the lid to his right, savage teeth lining the edge, the same teeth to his left, inches above his head, and between his legs... The woman was nothing short of voluptuous as she rose. Her soft pink skin was free of blemishes, scars or even wrinkles, dripping with viscous slime as she caressed her cheeks and licked her lips like one that had just tasted pure ambrosia. Her slender arms framed breasts that were easily twice the size of her head, impossibly perky and jiggling softly as she writhed in pure bliss, making soft moans and mewls in her sensual voice. She rose from the nest of tentacles that held Paul as if she was kneeling in front of him - or, in fact, possessed no legs at all.

But Paul also noticed something else: The hold of her tentacles had slackened, and the woman was decidedly distracted. Now or never! Right hand on the lid just above where strong muscles worked like a hinge, left hand just behind the teeth on the opposite side, Paul pushed himself upwards with the strength of desperation and adrenaline, surprising his captor as he slipped from her grasp with a few quick twists of his body. The slime covering the woman's tentacles now worked against her, and Paul ran towards the door of the warehouse, soaked sneakers slapping wetly on the concrete as the stranger called after him.

"Nooo, I'm still hungryyyy! Come baaack!"

Paul had run until his lungs burned, until his mouth felt dry, until his legs almost gave out, finally reaching a deserted strip mall a few blocks off the boardwalk. His body was still covered in slime, barely dried even after his flight. His body... Now that there was some distance between him and that warehouse, Paul had the time to take stock of himself. Of his much changed self.

There was no more hair below his neck, not even stubble, and the bit of beard he'd been working hard to cultivate was gone as well. Instead, his skin felt softer, smoother, yielding pleasantly under his questing fingers, nowhere more than on his chest and around his hips and butt. There, he'd plumped up enough to be noticeable even at a cursory glance into one of the dark store windows of the strip mall. In fact, he'd plumped up there and lost mass basically everywhere else, looking slender and downright girly.

"What the fuck?" Even Paul's voice sounded different, less deep, more husky than anything, stepping closer to the window, twisting and turning to get a better look at himself. "I thought... it was just rumors?"

Evidently, the crazy stories about people changing, men turning into women, women into men, sometimes into something else altogether - they had all been true. And Paul had been in direct contact with one of the changed. There'd probably been stuff all over the news before the city actually got its shit together and decided on a lockdown, but Paul had had enough trouble with the upcoming exams without the added stress of what was happening in the world.

"Serves me right..." Paul murmured in his new voice, on the wrong side of androgynous if you asked him. Much too feminine without being actually feminine. Squeezing his newly acquired breasts, he winced at their sensitivity and the way his clothes clung to his skin. "Ugh."

Pulling his shirt away only revealed how much bigger it looked on his shrunken frame, and when Paul let go, the clothing went right back to sticking to his slimy boobies. Even worse was how sensitive Paul's skin was, the sensation of his soaked clothes rubbing against his sore muscles sensual enough to make his shaft slowly engorge as Paul made his way towards the street so he could figure out were he was and hopefully get back home.

As he passed a vending machine, Paul noticed how thirsty running had made him. Glancing to what was on offer behind the glass, he dug for some change in his pants and pressed the 'coke' button - the warm, yielding button.

"Ahn~..."

"Oh no."

The panel at the front of the vending machine flew open, and only now did Paul notice that it was only a picture of what one expected to see on the front of a vending machine, not actual glass with cool drinks behind. And he'd fallen for it hook, line and sinker. The familiar embrace of a voluptuous body and thick tentacles wrapped around Paul's unfamiliar body, and once more, he was yanked into soft darkness as a lid slammed closed behind him, bound in a writhing cocoon that, for all it stood for and promised, at least massaged away the soreness in Paul's muscles.

"How dare you run, little morsel." The voice was the same, the body felt the same as it rubbed against Paul to get his shaft ready to go, even if the outside was completely different. "I wasn't done with you yet. I will drain you, no matter what. You belong to me!"

"And I don't get--glhgh!" Paul's old friend eagerly slipped back between his lips, deeper and more powerful this time, and Paul felt his neck bulge as it thrust into his throat - but there was no gag reflex kicking in, just pleasant tingles spreading through his mouth and lips. "Gugh... glghguh..."

"Sshh, no more talking. Chasing you made me even hungrier..."

"Gluh-ghlogh..."

Paul felt more and more slime seep into his skin, or at least thought he did - and now that he knew something was happening to his body, he could feel himself change under the caress of the shapeshifting woman's tentacles. Thighs thickening, hips widening, butt expanding, Paul's waist was shrinking, and on his chest, expanding boobs gave the tentacles something to heft and play with. The sensations were decidedly enjoyable, having Paul pant and moan, breathing in the sweet-smelling air in the confines of his captor's shell as his eyes rolled up in their sockets and his shaft surged larger in the woman's hands. She was once again pumping Paul's length eagerly, invisible in the darkness, but all the more felt, her outrageous curves rubbing against Paul's developing ones as she pressed herself against him, grabbing his hips and underlining just how wide and soft they had become - it felt as if Paul's hips had doubled in width, and tripled in sensitivity.

"Mmmh, little morsel, let me gobble you up..."

What she meant by that became apparent as Paul felt his shaft slide into a tight, slippery tunnel, encountering no resistance, instead getting sucked inside eagerly. Head lolling back to rest on a soft, undulating tentacle, Paul's breath came in quick, shallow gasps, the remaining tentacles around his body constricting his movement even more until all he could do was await what his captor had in store for him.

"I chose... nhhh, I chose well," the mimic breathed as she rolled her hips against Paul's straining member, her hands massaging his still-swelling ass as the tentacle in his mouth slithered deeper into him, penetrating deep and spreading pleasure wherever it touched. "You're so hard again so soon, and I feel your cum inside your big, juicy balls. It wants out, little morsel. It wants to fill me, feed me. And it will."

Another tentacle prodded at Paul's butthole, slippery and insistent enough that it had no issue sliding inside and spreading him wide open, making Paul dizzy with arousal. He felt both tentacles inside him pump in and out in the same rhythm the mimic speared herself on his shaft, and the combined pleasure barely left him room to breathe. Enormous breasts slid over burgeoning boobs that seemed intent on catching up as the woman thrust herself against Paul again and again, some of her tentacles flicking Paul's fat, erect nipples - everything was intent on making him blow his load and feed the mimic, and Paul was unable and unwilling to resist, mewling in an ever-higher voice, writhing in an ever-plumper body, throat and ass ever more filled with relentlessly pumping tentacles.

As his asshole relaxed and stretched, more tentacles joined the first, wriggling and stimulating Paul's prostate as they pushed deeper, making his legs twitch and shake - had the mimic not been holding Paul up, he'd surely collapsed to the ground. He felt so full, so sensitive, his shaft squirting pre by what felt like bucket-loads, every fat glob making Paul's captor moan appreciatively, every inch of his body covered by slime, tentacles massaging the viscous fluids into him, driving on the swelling of his breasts, his ass, his thighs and the shrinking of waist, arms and shoulders. Paul didn't care. He only wanted to finally reach that peak, wanted to empty his roiling balls, paint the mimic's pussy white.

That is breasts were by now large enough for his captor's tentacles to massage them in a milking motion didn't matter. Or that he had five tentacles inside an ass that, combined with his thighs, probably made up for a third of his body weight. Or that the tentacle in his mouth was now sliding over plump, pillowy lips that sucked and slobbered all over it eagerly. Only cumming mattered. And the mimic knew it.

"Don't hold back, little morsel. Cum to your hearts content!" Ramming her hips down on Paul's massively engorged member, tits rubbing against his, the mimic dug her fingers deep into her captive's hips, shuddering in the throes of her own pleasure, but Paul was only dimly aware of it as his climax finally hit him and every thought was washed away by unbearable bliss. "Give me all of it! All of it!"

"Uughiiigh~!" It wasn't as if Paul had any other choice, moans and shrieks muffled by the tentacle stuffing his throat as cum exploded violently from his shaft and deep, deep into the mimics eager snatch. "Ghg! Hg! Glgh!"

The tentacles inside Paul's ass and mouth twitched spasmodically, as if to mirror the lurching and pulsing of his own shaft, their motions providing even more pleasure even as Paul writhed, his swimmers blasting from his distended glans with undiminished ****, eyes rolling up in his head as his entire body went limp, twitching weakly as the mimic drained Paul's nuts relentlessly.

It was this limpness that saved Paul this time. In the throes of her lust, the mimic relaxed her grip on Paul, and the almost insensate futa fell to the side and against the mimic's lid, his weight pushing it open as he spilled onto the ground. The tentacles that were pulled with him made sure Paul didn't hurt himself, but the impact of his soft, jiggly body on the concrete jolted him out of the post-coital stupor, leaving him blinking and shivering in the aftershocks of lust.

Hearing the mimic writhe and mewl behind him, Paul began to crawl away, strength slow to return after this second ordeal. At least the slime covering his changed body worked in his favor, leaving a trail behind him as he dragged himself over the concrete, moaning softly as his thumb-sized, erect nipples dragged over the ground, as his spent shaft was rubbed between his giant thighs, as he felt his newly acquired curves jiggle with every motion of his limbs.

Even after Paul had regained enough strength to stand up, running proved impossible. Though by no means as gargantuan as the mimic's, his breasts bounced around much too wildly at anything faster than a brisk walk, not to mention the mortifyingly loud claps of his ass when he'd tried to run. Add to that the fact that Paul's thick thighs did a great job of stimulating his cock even now, as he walked...

Speaking of his shaft - dropping down on a low brickwork wall, Paul had to pull his breasts apart to look down at his crotch, trying and failing to tell if it was only his imagination or if his member really had shrunk as he was thinking. It certainly looked that way, nestled between thighs that had tripled in size, and with his hands now a lot daintier than at the beginning of the night, even grabbing it could neither confirm nor deny Paul's fear.

'What am I even doing,' Paul thought to himself, putting his face into hands that felt alien to him, squishing newly grown breasts with slender arms and resting his elbows on his knees. 'I'm curvier than a pornstar, I'm walking through the streets butt-naked, and I'm worried that my dick shrank? Should be the least of my worries. At least everyone else was smart enough not to ignore the lockdown, so I don't run into--'

Paul's thoughts were interrupted by the world dropping away around him and the all too well known sensation of tentacles wrapping around his limbs. Throwing his head to the left and right, he caught glimpses of two rows of teeth lining brickwork that had split apart in the middle - he'd literally sat down on the mimic masquerading as a brick wall without realizing, not used to the sensation of his cushiony ass and thus not noticing that the bricks had been not entirely brick-like.

"Now you've done it, morsel!" The mimic sounded aggravated, yet not really angry as she wrapped Paul into a possessive embrace with both arms and tentacles. "Do you have any idea how much work it is to move location, to find a disguise, to set up to catch you again?! I'm going to drain you for that, until there's nothing left. Nothing!"

"I--mghugh!" It was almost like welcoming an old friend as, for the third time this night, a tentacle slipped between Paul's full lips as soon as he opened his mouth, sending pleasant tingles all over his body. "Mmmngh~..."

It felt easier to surrender this time, to just give in - after all, Paul hadn't been able to fight the mimic the last two times, what would be different now? If anything, with his muscles largely gone, it was going to be even more impossible now. So why not enjoy the ride? It had felt great every time, and Paul's body was changed so much as to be unrecognizable anyways. Might as well throw himself headlong into what was happening and worry about the consequences later.

What was happening was a continuation of the first two times he'd been caught by the mimic - Paul could feel his breasts swell under her ministrations, tentacles squeezing and massaging the growing orbs, slime making everything nice and slippery. The sweet-smelling darkness carried the musky smell of sex now, and Paul's eyes fluttered half-way closed as tentacle after tentacle plunged into his ass, sphincter easily giving way to one, then two, then three and more slime-covered appendages.

Still, after two orgasms in relatively quick succession, it was a little more work to get Paul's shaft ready to go again. Not that the mimic didn't do her best to speed things up, her slime-covered hands pumping and stroking with abandon, her every touch feeling sublime as Paul luxuriated in the sensations, every inch of his naked body caressed by sensually slow tentacles. His curves kept plumping up with every thrust of their more aggressive counterparts into his eager holes, growing rapidly as if eager to reach the mimic's outrageous proportions, and Paul writhed on his bed of soft tentacles as he felt his lust rise and his shaft finally engorge.

"Yes, morsel, yes! Get hard, get hard, you owe me more of your cum!" Grinding her plump, wet pussy against Paul's balls, her breasts pushing into his as she loomed over him, the mimic hissed in pleasure. "You're going to give me all of it!"

"Mghuuh~...glhk!" The tentacle inside Paul's throat drove itself deeper into him, spreading pleasure that rivaled his throbbing shaft or even his fat, pulsing nipples as the tips of two tentacles bloomed open like fleshy flowers to latch onto the rock-hard tips and begin sucking. The mimic was clearly pulling out all the stops now that Paul struggled to grow hard. "Nghiih~!"

Of course, it worked. Pulsing, throbbing, just shy of painful, the only part of Paul's body that was still undeniably male grew erect enough for the mimic to dive down and resume what she had done during Paul's first visit inside her shell - a ravenous, aggressive blowjob, head bobbing, tongue swirling, so hungry for Paul's cum that his pleasure was only important as a means to an end. That said, the mimic was going to great lengths to fan the flames of Paul's arousal, going fast and hard to make him cum fast and hard, but alas...

"Ngh! Gh, ghgugh!" Paul's climax washed over him as if to drown him in bliss, body twitching and shaking as he squealed around the tentacle in his throat, but his nuts were overtaxed by the night's events, only a few small squirts of cum spilling into the mimic's mouth. "Ghuhiii~!"

Still, Paul's desperately hard cock twitched and strained and pulsed as if he was pumping out rope after rope of cum, but with every throb, every lurch that didn't see any of his swimmers jettisoned into his captor, Paul dimly felt himself shrink inside her mouth, his length diminishing as if to punish him for the crime of failing to provide the mimic her nourishment.

Once his climax had run its course, Paul had lost entire inches, a shaft that had easily plugged the mimic's throat now barely tickling the back of her tongue, and still Paul didn't find himself able to care. His body was lying on a nest of pink tentacles, his mind floating on a pink cloud of lust, and the mimic just kept sucking, both his cock and Paul's nipples, not letting his lust ebb in the slightest. Already his next climax was building while the mimic's tentacles relentlessly probed his insides, pushing deeper, filling him up exquisitely, the slime covering everything changing Paul inevitably and irreversibly, inside and out.

Already he was cartoonishly curvy, breasts nearly as large as his entire ribcage, with an ass that eclipsed even them leading to fittingly enormous hips and thighs, his sensitive lips puffy and eager to suck on the tentacle inching into his throat. Paul could feel his curves swell, the pleasurable sensation adding to the mind-bending arousal flooding him, making his diminished cock harder than ever before as his eyes fluttered almost closed, nipples pushing deeper into the tentacles sucking them relentlessly, part due to powerful suction, part due to the nipples and the areolas under them keeping up with Paul's expanding tits.

Again, a climax ripped through Paul, again he squealed and twitched and moaned, noises muffled by the tentacles in him and around him, but the mimic groaned in frustration, intensifying her efforts and making Paul shriek lustfully as the pleasure of his climax sharply rose... But this time, there was no cum at all, not even a dribble. A dry orgasm didn't serve the mimic's needs in the slightest, and with every twitch, every lurch, the shaft inside her mouth became smaller, more diminutive, yet impossibly harder and ever more sensitive.

'Oh yes oh please oh god oh fuck oh oh OH!' Paul's mind was a constant, barely coherent stream of pleas and babbling and begging he was unable to vocalize, buckling under bliss that overtaxed his brain almost to the point of breaking. 'Ohgodohgodohgod!'

His orgasm ended, but the lust barely shrunk below that delicious edge that would see Paul cum once more, the mimic's frustration driving her on in her eager ministrations all over Paul's body, barely leaving him room to breathe. The tentacles sucking on his enormous nipples wound themselves around the gigantic mounds beneath and began to squeeze them in rhythmic, milking motions, yet another tentacle slithered into his behind, and a second one joined the one in Paul's mouth, stretching his pillowy lips as it made its way inside.

Filled to bursting, Paul burst into climax once more, and once more without a single drop of cum. Squealing in bliss, he felt his shaft lose an entire inch for every straining lurch, balls aching and contracting and still not providing anything that would feed the mimic. There was no end, this time - Paul just kept cumming, kept twitching, kept squealing in bliss.

What he didn't keep was, of course, his member. Pulsing and twitching, it shrank inside the mimic's mouth, sliding over her relentlessly working tongue until she could barely hold it between her lips, lapping at it with the tip of her tongue. Paul's cock had shrunk down to almost nothing, a tiny little nub between his legs that still seemed twice as sensitive as his shaft had ever been. And below it, a burning itch blossomed, a yearning emptiness, a need to be filled.

"Well. That's... unfortunate." Suddenly, Paul could see again as the mimic opened her shell, rising above him with her arms crossed under her prodigious bust. He could not see any lower, his own massive rack obstructing much of his view, jiggling under the mimic's ministrations. "I didn't realize I was doing this to you."

Paul just stared up at her dumbly, eyes almost closed, body in the throes of a seemingly neverending climax. Something was still sucking his clit, a chorus of slurping noises echoing down the street as the mimic lifted Paul out of her shell and turned him onto his belly so his breasts hung below him, swinging gently as she thrust into his ass and mouth in a steady rhythm, the ones sucking his most sensitive parts never losing contact. His limbs were still held fast by more tentacles, leaving him hanging spread-eagled in the air.

"It's interesting, to be sure, little morsel, but now you can't give me what I need anymore. Still, there is more I want to try with you. You see, since I changed into this, I've been so horny, and want to use you to satisfy my new urges. All my new urges."

Eyes barely focused, Paul, or rather Paula now, stared at her captor without being able to grasp her meaning, body rocking as the mimic fucked her ass with a multitude of tentacles, body convulsing in her ongoing climax and pulling at the tentacles holding her up without making them budge all too much. The houses to her left and right were moving, and she dimly realized the mimic had returned to her default shape resembling an old-timey chest, using a few of her tentacles to move through the night.

But even though her body rocked and jiggled with these added movements, all of this lost its importance when Paula felt something huge and swollen prod at an entrance she hadn't even possessed mere minutes ago, a thick helmet that was not entirely unfamiliar in its shape. A shape Paula became intimately familiar with as it slowly spread her brandnew, virgin pussy open.

"Mmghhuuooooh!"

It shouldn't have fit. By all accounts, neither should the mass of tentacles in Paula's ass or even the two pistoning in and out of her throat in an alternating motion. But even if she'd had the mental faculties, the ability of Paula's body to take every tentacle the mimic could throw at her would not have given neither of them much pause. Paul had turned into Paula, and the mimic had become what she was now through similar means, so impossibly stretchy, eager holes were par for the course.

Instead, the mimic **** inch after inch of tentacle inside her captive, and even through the pink mist of the climax constantly rolling through her, Paula realized that the newcomer's shape was different - downright phallic, but just as oversized as both their curves, forming a huge bulge on Paula's stomach as it filled her pussy to capacity and beyond. Tears of bliss were running over her cheeks as more and more cock slid into her, and the sensations...

There were so many sources of pure, sexual bliss being stimulated all over Paula's body. Her massive rack and her giant nipples. Her lips, even her throat. Her asshole and the gargantuan, wobbling cheeks next to it. Her clit, of course, the suction on the tiny, swollen bud driving Paula wild. And yet, her pussy managed to take center stage, outclassing all of them just by being filled, taking the endless orgasm battering Paula's mind to new heights.

She wasn't even able to move anymore, just hanging limply in the mimic's tentacles as her body rocked and jiggled with the tentacles' relentless thrusting, and once the newest, thickest tentacle had bottomed out and the mimic could be sure Paula could take it, she began to break in her captive's newest hole.

"Ghghiih, glhkh, gh-hg!"

Paula broke. Pussy, ass, and throat being pounded with abandon wasn't just nearly too much, it was too much. The yearning emptiness whenever the mimic pulled out of Paula's snatch drove her insane, the satisfaction of being filled back up when her captor thrust deep into her, the sensations of a host of tentacles plumbing the depths of Paula's ass and the twins probing her throat, massive breasts being massaged sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, nipples and clit sucked powerfully, it shattered her conscious mind into a million pieces, leaving only primal instincts focused on banging, fucking, rutting, time losing all meaning, only an endless now where nothing mattered except the tentacles filling Paula and the bliss they made her feel.