To Make a New Mother

The tentacles pierce deeper into you, you can feel them squirming throughout your body. Eventually they reach your skull, probing tendrils wrapping around your brain.

Mother. A voice sounds in your mind, as if a thought, but the voice is inhuman. Dark Mother.

You shudder as the tentacles push deeper. As they do the horrible feeling in your skull grows and more feelings flood your mind. You see countless monsters of all kinds, their birth, their lives, their deaths. You feel a sense of sadness at it all, didn't they have a right to live too? Would it be a bad thing if they came back?

The tentacles push even deeper. They start to feel familiar, like a part of your body. More knowledge floods your mind, of the true dark heart of the Earth. Humanity has corrupted the world, torn it away from it's rightful rulers but you can change that. This wonderful primordial ooze can remake you into a new Mother of Monsters.

The tentacles meld with you as you take in yet more of the sludge around you. You feel the lower half of your body bloat and warp, growing into something capable of bearing a monstrous brood. Your upper body changes as well but remains human in shape, your hair lengthening and blackening while your skin turns an inhuman grey. Your torso becomes curvy and your breasts grow to an absurd size, a mark of your inhuman fertility. Your feel every fluid in your body change into something else, something you know can transform a human into one of your beautiful children.

The slimy tentacled mass that your lower body has changed to begins to push you upwards, climbing towards the surface. You surface from the pool, still coated in thick liquids. You climb onto the floor and **** your way through the doorway into the main room, the doorway breaking as your massive bulk forces through it. The guests in the room turn to you in shock, not sure what to make sure of you as you smile at them with a mouthful of jagged fangs.