Robbing their pimp

While Chloe was out of breath, Celine felt as if she could have gone on sliding tentacles in and out her cavities for days without end. Apparently her stamina had been enhanced as well. Along with the enormous strength she now seemed to possess. After withdrawing the last tendril back into her body, Celine also merged her additional pair of arms into her sides, making her appear human again.

Chloe swiped strings of slime off her naked skin and stopped trembling with her legs. “I’ll never be satisfied with ordinary sex ever again,“ she gasped and dropped on the bed. “How strong are you exactly?“

“Let’s find out,“ Celine said and pointed a finger towards the bed. On command it stretched into a tentacle, extended forwards and forked off numerous more. Some darted under the bed while others hurried over the sheets. They coiled themselves several times around it, like ribbons around a present. With all of them still originating from one finger, Celine tensed said tendril and discovered that she barely felt the heavy weight as lifted it all way to up the ceiling, with Chloe still on it. In fact, she didn’t feel any pressure at all. “Pretty freaking strong, looks like,“ she giggled and lowered the bed back on the floor.

“Girl, nobody could stop you with this much brawn,“ Chloe said. “Imagine what you could lift with a thousand of them!“

“I think they’re mostly muscle,“ Celine claimed and withdrew them back into her finger. “Muscles at the core with the sensual zones on the outside.“

Chloe seemed even more excited than before. “Do you know what that means? With this kind of strength and your shapeshifting, you could steal a fortune without ever fearing to be caught. Given that you actually can turn into anymore, can’t you?“

Celine’s face disintegrated into a swarming mass of worms again. Since it had still been Chloe’s face, she felt a bit uneasy watching her own head dissolve into a scurrying bulge of tentacles. Again they seemed to rearrange themselves. Most of them were as flimsy as hair, but their microscopic size allowed them to realign themselves into whatever Celine desired. When the green changed back into skin-color and thus unveiled her new face, Chloe couldn’t but gasp out loud.

“So this is Dua Lipa-“, Celine said, harrumphed and spoke on with the actual husky voice of the famous singer she had just transformed into, “- I mean, I’m Dua Lipa.“ Then she couldn’t hold it in anymore and blurted out an excited giggle.

“You're fucking kidding me,“ Chloe husked without closing her mouth. “So you actually can turn into anyone!“

“Looks like,“ Celine chuckled. “Fuck, I’ll have so much fun with this. Conning assholes will be so much easier when I’m impersonating their friends.“

“Imagine the possibilities! If you play this right, we could be rich by the end of the week. We wouldn’t need to work as a hookers anymore.“

Celine shrugged. “I don’t mind being a hooker. But we could move out of this crappy apartment. Somewhere where you could play with my tentacles all day long.“

Despite just having experienced the most sapping orgasms of her long and adventurous sexual life, Chloe felt herself becoming wet all over again. “Moreover, you could get away with anything. You could rob a bank transformed as Dua Lipa and just turn into someone else afterwards.“

“I guess. But let’s rather start small. With someone who deserves being robbed. Someone with a lot of cash.“

The two girls knowingly looked each other in the eyes. Without uttering a name, both knew exactly of whom the other was thinking about. Their lips contorted into nasty smirks. If someone had it coming to be ripped off, it certainly was their scumbag pimp named Charlie. He had been a pain in the ass even before he had started to demand half of his hookers’ income. Moreover, he had once slapped Celine across the face for being caught looting a client’s mansion. They both had considered moving out of town because he had threatened them with more ****, but their financial situation didn’t allow for that. Now they had a chance of payback.

“You think he’s at the stripclub? At his office?“ Chloe asked.

“Where else should that motherfucking weasel be? He always keeps his eyes glued to his safe.“

“Wanna pay him a visit? Take what is ours?“

“Oh, we’ll get more than that,“ Celine said and stepped in front of her drawer, which was crammed full of fetish-wear. “I’m not gonna be satisfied with pennies anymore. You’ve seen these things in action. Let me tell you, they don’t have to play nice.“ She pulled out a black latex minidress and was about to open its straps to slip into it. However, feeling curious, she instead pressed the garment against her torso in order to try something. She felt how the billions of tentacles which compiled her torso bustled around to make place for the back of the dress to glide through them until Celine was squeezed into it. Spotting her loop-earings on the nightstand, she extended a tentacle from her finger to go draw them to her ears. Further tendrils which burgeoned forth from random parts of her body went for her handbag, her thigh-high leather boots, her iPhone and a huge bin bag from under the kitchen sink. Celine had never been talented at multitasking, yet now she had no issues at all handling those simultaneous tasks. While one tentacle was still busy separating the bin bag from its roll, she already slipped inside her boots the same way she had ‘put on‘ the dress.

Chloe observed this with ogling, mesmerized eyes. “This is so fucking cool,“ she whispered, came to her senses and went for her own clothes. She couldn’t wait to be entangled and penetrated by her girlfriend’s tentacles anew. But first, a certain someone had to receive his just punishment…