Transform her

Teysa slithered aimlessly through the caverns, not worrying about tracking her path. For now the important thing was privacy. She was ravenously hungry, but still unsure of how to eat. She made it about a mile away, by her reckoning, before finding a clear spot to set her captive down. The **** drow stirred, and Teysa knew she should get to it. She wasn't sure if she was so far gone yet that she could eat a conscious being.

She first tried to remove the drow's cloak, but her tentacles were thicker than fingers and could not manipulate the pins and buttons holding it on. Frustrated, she tried to tear it off, but to no avail; the famous Lolth-cloaks were as hard as steel. Remembering what had happened earlier, she laid her tentacles along the cloak, covering as much of her captive's body as she could. Wisps of smoke curled up and a gentle hissing let her know that her acid or whatever was doing its work. First the cloak dissolved off the captive; underneath she wore a leather jerkin, which dissolved as well. Her smallclothes were spider silk, and though exquisitely fine and delicate they too fell apart. Naked, her captive was beautiful: ebony skin with fine white hair, long smooth limbs, and heavy breasts tipped with dark nipples. Teysa was still hungry, but seeing the drow like that awakened a stronger impulse in her. She gripped the drow's ankles gently and tugged them apart, revealing a smooth sex tufted with a sprinkling of white pubic hair. The tentacles that made up Teysa's right arm parted like the petals of a flower, revealing a thicker, stubbier tentacle in the center. It wasn't as long or flexible as the others, but even as she watched a drip of bluish fluid leaked from the tip.

Keeping her captive pinned, Teysa slid this new appendage closer to the elf's pussy. Her captive stirred slightly-- Teysa realized that she must be coming to. She laid the tentacle directly at the entrance to her captive's slit and, with a single peristaltic motion, slid it in.

The reaction was immediate. The drow's eyes snapped open and she screamed in horror. Thinking quickly, Teysa plunged a free tentacle into the drow's mouth and down her throat. She gagged and choked, and Teysa could feel her throat spasming around the tentacle, but it cut off her wailing. Slowly, Teysa began pumping the thicker tentacle in and out of the elf woman's pussy. The drow's legs twitched and flailed as she struggled to escape, but Teysa's grip was iron. Still, she felt like she was missing something. The tentacle had to go deeper.

She concentrated and squeezed in her mind, and felt an eruption of a warm and slippery goo from the tip of her tentacle. It lubricated the drow's tight passage, allowing the tentacle to slide all the way out and plunge back in with no resistance. Teysa tensed her muscles and then thrust, concentrating on the deepest penetration she could. She could feel the tentacle twirling around, questing, probing-- and with a sudden shock, she was through. She realized belatedly that she had thrust all the way into the drow's womb.

The drow realized it too. Even the tentacle in her mouth couldn't fully stifle the pained yelp as the tentacle passed into her most intimate place, and the realization seemed to take all of the fight out of her. She sagged against Teysa's tentacle limbs, her head listing to the side. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned piteously. Teysa kept pumping, each powerful thrust now sending her captive's body lolling like a ragdoll. She could feel her climax approaching. Coiling her tentacles she launched one final thrust, impaling the drow as deeply as she could.

From deep within her body she could feel a flowing motion. The goo that made up her form flowed along her tentacle arm, and deep within the drow she could feel it pouring out, erupting in a great flood. The drow's belly swelled up immensely as the goo filled up her womb. Teysa felt herself shrink slightly as a vast quantity of her fluid body drained into the other woman, filling her every crevice. Ebony skin stretched taut as the elf woman's womb strained to contain all of the goo that was being **** into it. Her stomach expanded, ballooning outward like a woman in the late stages of pregnancy-- a pregnancy that would surely deliver triplets, at least, by the size of her colossal stomach.

After an eternity, Teysa withdrew. A torrent of blue fluid drooled out of the elf's battered pussy, pooling on the floor below her. Still, her stomach remained bloated, and even now a faint blue luminescence glowed from within. Teysa slouched away, satisfied. She would have to eat quite a bit more now to regain her form-- but soon there would be another goo-girl haunting these caverns. Perhaps they could hunt together.

GAME OVER (?)