30th of June, Part II

[Content warning: Soft vore, unbirth. Not everyone is into that, so I figured I don't spring that on you all willy-nilly.]

Of course, dear reader, that was not the extent of our worship. I had not yet released my seed, body thrumming with lust, and while Miss Blake lay limp and satisfied on her chair, I could feel wave upon wave of warmth emanate from her, testament to her own arousal. And yet, it was clear that she needed a break; one which I was happy to give her.

Lifting Miss Blake with my tentacles, I carried her through the air while gently stripping her of her clothes, finally depositing her naked form on my own body, Miss Blake's head coming to rest on my soft bosom with a contented sigh. I made my tentacles recede into my voluptuous form, ignoring their needy writhing for now, as well as the fact how tight my skin felt as it bulged in places where nests of tentacles pressed against it from the inside.

Miss Blake's soft thighs, meanwhile, pressed against my shaft from both sides, a most welcome sensation as my member throbbed and pulsed. It pressed against her nethers as it strained upwards, almost making it look as if Miss Blake herself had gained a shaft of her own. She mewled softly at the sensations, rubbing her lower lips against me lazily as I hugged her against me. I felt reminded of my dreams my visits to the All-Mother's realm, how she towered over me, how she bore me on her lap much like I did with Miss Blake, and I felt elated; truly She has made me Her Avatar on this world.

"You crave release, don't you?" Miss Blake murmured, resting on my bosom as if on two large, soft pillows. "I can feel you, so hot and hard and big..."

'I do, Miss Blake, but as Shub-Niggurath's servant, it falls to me to bring others to climax, so I may harvest their lustful essence for Her. My own release is not important.'

"It is to me. I give my essence to the All-Mother, and to you I want to give the same pleasure you gave me, Maeve."

It filled me with great Joy to hear Miss Blake say this; truly she is a consummate servant of Shub-Niggurath. The way she began to move her hips, meanwhile, filled me with lust. I could clearly feel her lower lips on my member, her wetness coating it as she gyrated against me with soft moans and mewls. I would have trembled lustfully, I think, had I been more human as I am now, but the sensations certainly made the writhing tentacles within me twist and wriggle mightily. With every upwards thrust of Miss Blake's hips along my shaft, there was a flurry of activity inside of me, and I moaned huskily; the only actual sound I am able to make these days, as is fitting for a servant of Shub-Niggurath, the All-Mother.

Tentacles slowly **** their way out of my enlarged, lustfully erect nipples, gently caressing Miss Blake's hair, her ears, her lips. I was slowly losing, nay, freely relinquishing control as my lust rose, the fanged mouths on my hands opening to allow yet more tentacles to slither out and over Miss Blake's body, her stomach, her heaving bust. She did moan appreciatively, but she did not let up in her stimulation of my enormous member. I felt on the cusp of orgasm already, but there was something else, something grand, something I could not yet name but knew it would be glorious.

My member pulsed and throbbed, feeling as if it might burst, and Miss Blake thrust her hips upwards powerfully, intently, slow strokes along my shaft that had me moaning helplessly as my arousal rose, crested, and finally washed over me in a tidal wave of climactic bliss. I erupted, hot seed jettisoned upwards from my sizable shaft, but that other, indeterminable feeling finally broke its way... and I burst open.

From sternum to groin, my body split into a yawning maw, lined with the same teeth that also adorned my palms, a multitude of tentacles exploding forth, outwards and upwards and all around Miss Blake. I was still squeezing and palming my breasts, hips bucking in the throes of climax, and even the way my body was changing once more, even the erotic sensitivity of the tentacles wrapping around Miss Blake felt absolutely orgasmic.

While I was spilling the last my seed, Miss Blake was slowly pulled inside of my body, hers made to tuck in arms and legs by my slippery tentacles, and the newly grown mouth on my belly clamped shut with a crack of sharp teeth hitting together. Stunned by my climax and what had happened, I lay there on the bed, mind incapable of understanding what had happened in the lustful stupor of post-coitus. As always, the blessed tendrils of Shub-Niggurath's love receded inside of me, and I felt the weight of my swollen belly push me into the mattress.

Finally I found the wherewithal to sit up in the bed, feeling my gravid belly weigh down on my soft thighs, a few of the teeth running down its middle pressing against my softening shaft. Idly noting that my bellybutton was gone now, I caressed the rotund swell with my hands, teeth clicking over teeth as my palms slid over the tightly closed maw. I could feel Miss Blakes form within me, curled up in a ball and pulsing with life, with contentment, with energy that was slowly seeping from my core into her.

Now I sit on a stool at my desk and write down what has transpired, feeling Miss Blake stir within me every so often. The pen feels so small in my hand, the desk so far down. My posterior is now much to wide for my old chair's armrests, my bosom rests heavily on my round belly, I have swollen to impressive sizes in every aspect of my body. When I stand, my head brushes against the ceiling of my room, and I will have to stoop when I walk through doors from now on. My size and voluptuousness will make it necessary to employ the services of a tailor before I can leave the house in anything resembling decency. Even then, my towering form will be rather conspicuous.

Maybe it is time to return to my parents' deserted estate in the countryside, fill the old mansion with life once more. It would not do to arouse suspicion, after all. The authorities will most likely not react favorably to me and mine.

There! Miss Blake stirs again. I can barely wait for her to be reborn.