Olive offers you her heart and you let her in yours.

"I...well..." Olive looks uncertain. You suppose she's had good reason to protect herself up to this point and to insist on love on her terms with her in control, but it hasn't brought her happiness, and you are offering something that might. She swallows hard and smiles through a strangled sob, "Please, Willow, take my heart."

The moment she says it, a shudder runs through her and her body bucks back so her bountiful breasts fly into the air and you watch as a coral colored cleft opens in her chest. You reach out tentatively, tenderly as you slide your slippery soft hand inside her. You've read all about this in the Fenton Crackshell pinterest board comments, the moment a monster girl offers her heart, her body has a magikal transfiguration that allows her heart to be claimed without breaking any bones or damaging any internal organs. It's one thing to read that in hidden hashtags under a photo of Gizmoduck, it's another thing to feel your hand around her frantically fluttering heart.

You carefully pull it out, marveling at how soft and warm and wonderful it feels. Olive sees her heart for the first time, sees how big and beautiful and rosy red it is, with spirals swirling over every inch. You put in inside your chest, but don't absorb it, so Olivia still retains her free will, and any affection she feels for you, which you can feel thanks to your empathic abilities, is all genuinely her own as opposed to **** upon her. Still, you feel safer knowing she is trusting you with her very heart and soul, and it makes you feel giddy and giggly and glowing, gagging for her to get started. "Olive, your heart is soooo beautiful and this is crazy romantic, but can you pretty please hypnotize me before I melt from the heat of this horniness?"

Olive's expression changes from pensive and fearful to eager and bubbly. She starts wrapping her lovely, lithesome limbs around you and pulling you close. You can't help but squirm and writhe in her grip, your instinctive inhibitions and reflexive **** getting in the way of deeper, depraved desires that you are too embarrassed of to fully embrace. She giggles as she watches you blush a matching purple as your breasts squish up against hers. Olive looks deep into your eyes and you drift into her sublime spirals and practically sings, "GoooOoooOod girl...jusssssst relax. Let Olive in...let her tendrils sink deeper and deeper..."

You feel your slime open up to let her eight enormous grabbers slip inside you forming an equal number of craving, clenching cunts. They slide deeper and deeper, stroking her heart lovingly as you whimper wet and wanting against her. It's like your pouring yourself into her eyes, and she's spreading your soul to twist and tweak it. "That's a gooooood slut. You like that word, don't you? Being a slut is soooo sweet. You never have to be embarrassed ever again...unless you secretly crave that blistery blush of shame. But in Olvia's ocean there is no shame...so SINK..."

You feel Olivia's thick, throbbing tentacles push even deeper inside you, impossibly deep, as if she opened a pocket dimension inside you that's warm and loving and unafraid. At the same time, you are swimming deep inside her eyes, where you are surrounded by wet waves kissing you all over, leaving you completely open and accepting of everything, even yourself. For the first time since you can remember, you feel limitless, unrestrained, and almost endless. You realize with relish that now you ARE the sea inside Olivia, then you are the vast magnificent multitudes inside yourself, and there is nothing stopping you from being the best you ever.

"Wake up." You open your eyes and Olive is lying on the bottom bunk, a tentacle coiled around her cock coquettishly. Your slime seems strangely unpenetrated. You realize with a rush that Olive's probing must have been part of her hypnosis, which somehow just excites you more. You run your slippery hands over your squishy body, deciding you deserve a slightly sluttier form to play with, you simply imagine your breasts swelling to a 'demure' DD with juicy gum drop nipples, an ass that begs to be to be spanked and squeezed and eaten up, and a little extra cushion in your curves so you can be as perversely pleasantly plump as Olive. You realize as you do, that you kind of always preferred this shape, but were too shy to show it off.

You certainly aren't shy now, even if Olive is. You slide over to her slowly, letting her squirm as you slowly sway your huge hips, licking your lips and laughing as she licks hers reflexively. You drape your body around hers, feeling her thick cock throb against your soft stomach as your pussy kisses her thicc thigh. Her tentacles tense and tremble against the thin membrane of your slime, but the suddenly timid girl waits for permission to pound you. You let your plump parted lips hover kissably close to her adorable octopus lips, sucking in her wet whimpers and whispering, "You know what I wanna do now that I got no inhibitions or shame?"

Olive shakes her head no with a strangled sob. You kiss her hard and deep for about a minute long, but it feels like a lifetime well spent. She's surprised by how forceful your tongue is, yielding her to yours as her throbbing tendrils prod but don't puncture your cute, cushiony body. You break the kiss to breathlessly say, "Well, what I really want is to kiss and grind and touch you all over. I wanna fuck like gay girls all night and goon out and vibe out and not even care if we cum and not penetrate once all night."

Olive looks up at you like you slapped her, then she gets an expression on her face like she suddenly discovered she likes being slapped and she moans, "Oh my Ursula! I always wanted to do that! Penetration is so overrated and cumming always ends so disappointingly! Oh, Willow, we are gonna be the bestest of friends! Maybe even, girlfriMMPH MMM SHLLP SLORP"

Without your self restraint, you can't stop yourself from writing 'yes' over and over again with your tongue onto hers. You feel practically engaged by the time she spells 'I do' in your mouth and you grind greedily against Olive, sliding so slippery and splooshy and slurpy and suckling against her as she squeezes and smooshes and slightly slaps your quivering, ravishing rolls. Her hard cock is drooling against your squishy slime and you are drooling against her loving lengua and you barely notice your empathic abilities because you already feel so incredibly connected to her.

You're both from oppressive, patriarchal societies. You know this based on the reveal in the Beagle Buffs film forum that The Little Mermaid is basically a true story only in real life the gays were the heroes. You both are trans girls that had to go and find out the hard way how soft you are inside. You are both subby, slightly switchy, and extremely girly and gay and gay girly when it comes to your affection and arousal. You both are enjoying cumming oh so close yet oh so far, vibing out and tingling all over and over again, buffeted by Olive's ocean of warm waves of want rocking you back and forth as your sizzling, sticky sea crashes up against hers. You melt together in a spiral, not sinking but soaring higher and higher in closer and closer circles...

It's a long day and lovelier evening as you goon like girls and trib the hours away. You end up cumming at three AM, but by then it's more an afterthought. You end up wrapped around each other in an adoring afterglow. Her tentacles wrapped tight around you and your slime spiraling and squeezing even tighter against her. Just before bed, she gives you your trigger word, "good girl" and you get your inhibitions back, but by then you are too happy and hazy to feel any regret. You slide in as the little spoon to Olive, your brain tingling and body blissed out as you begin to black out, hoping you wake up just as sweetly...