Who knows? Certainly not Paula.

Paula's eyelids fluttered as she felt another intense wave of pleasure ripple through her as the fat cock-tentacle inside her snatch slid over her most sensitive spots at a rapid pace - the mimic had intensified her ruthless ****, relentlessly pistoning all of her tentacles into Paula's well-stretched holes. Her every curve jiggled and bounced with the thrusts, adding to the sheer arousal that had long since overwhelmed her. Hanging limply from the tentacles holding her up, Paula could do nothing but whimper lustfully as the mimic had her way with her.

The mimic's pace was more sedate, almost sensual, but the bliss keeping Paula from forming thoughts or even a conscious sense of self was higher than ever. Having figured out how to use her tentacles on her captive in order to maximize her pleasure, the mimic didn't give Paula any time to rest, the slime-coated woman wracked by a continuous orgasm that went on and on and on, spiking to even greater heights of pleasure at seemingly random intervals. Tentacles were still latched onto her massive nipples and her swollen clit, seemingly sensing these lustful spikes as they suckled more frenziedly whenever Paula's battered mind exploded in bliss.

How long had it been? Paula couldn't even tell if it was day or night, let alone where the mimic had taken her. Or when. All she knew was that the mimic kept pounding her without mercy, copious amounts of slime covering Paula inside and out. Every nascent thought was blasted apart by the shockwaves of lust caused by the mimic's masterful **** on Paula's weak spots, and she could only hang there and take it.

Concrete floors were hard. And Paula's body was soft. It wasn't exactly a comfortable combination. Even with all kinds of fluids dripping from her skin and orifices. That said, something was missing. Namely, about twenty tentacles jammed somewhere into Paula - still, she twitched and shivered with shocks of pleasure running through her, the sensations of her curves moving against the floor from these minuscule movements setting off blissful ripples of their own.

When had Paula even ended up on the floor? Had she blacked out? Or had her brain simply stopped recording, so to speak, overwhelmed by pleasure? It didn't really matter, but as Paula was entirely unable to move, every muscle weak from what had to have been hours of relentless fucking, her brain needed something to occupy itself. From where she was, she also couldn't see or hear the mimic, or things that were large enough to be its disguises. Which didn't help Paula at all - she was entirely unable to move, except for her involuntary twitches.

It was light outside, at least. Which didn't mean much due to the ongoing lockdown. It could be days before someone missed Paula, so...

"Ah, you're finally awake." The mimic's lower body - still disguised as an old-timey chest - moved into Paula's field of view, slithering forwards on a bunch of slimy tentacles, and she then dropped a mostly dry backpack on the floor in front of Paula. "Here, there's clothes, some food and drink and the stuff from your pockets in there. And here's a towel, too."

"Wha-whuh...?"

"I'm done with you, morsel. I tried everything I wanted to try, you can go home now. See ya around! Probably not, actually."

With that, the mimic disappeared again from where Paula could see her, the wet, slimy sounds of her locomotion taking her towards the back of the warehouse. Paula remained where she was for a long time, the slime covering her slowly drying as she waited for her strength to return.

It hadn't been easy to make it home - not only was Paula still feeling weak and sore, but her center of gravity was completely thrown off by changed proportions, differently distributed fat and the overall alien feel of her changed body. Breasts that were sticking out before her, thighs that rubbed against each other, an ass that bounced behind her, and everything wobbled with every shaky step... it was maddening, in part because it kept reminding Paula how it all had jiggled and quaked when the mimic had ravaged her. The memory was enough for a strange, itching need to build within Paula, pussy growing moist in the shorts her former captor had given her.

But now Paula was sitting on her sofa, thanking whatever god watched over her that she lived alone. She had to start thinking how she would salvage her life, now that she had been turned into the living embodiment of a sex doll. If she showed up at work, no one would recognize her, even though she would at least still be able to do her job - being a travel agent wasn't too demanding physically.

'Yay me...' Paula groused, trying to ignore the way her shirt was tented by her stiff nipples and how her pussy was soaking through her pants inexorably. 'I'm gonna need...'

Shaking her head wildly, Paula decided to try and watch a movie to take her mind off things. She was not about to follow that train of thought. After all, Paula had been lucky that the mimic had just let her go.

Thanks to the lockdown, Paula at least didn't have to worry about facing the music anytime soon. Plus, now that she knew the strange, lewd rumors about the heteromorphs were true, Paula counted herself lucky that she at least passed as a normal woman. She had it easy compared to the multi-limbed, many-breasted, sometimes furred, sometimes scaled and sometimes... unusually endowed heteromorphs she found on message boards she had begun to frequent in the last days, at first to convince herself her situation wasn't that bad. These boards collected candid pictures and selfies of the changed, in various states of dress or undress, some ashamed, some proud, the latter more often than not masturbating in their pictures and at times even videos.

The problem was, all of this board browsing didn't help Paula's mental state any. Picture after picture of massive breasts, huge cocks, alluring lips, it all served to fan the flames of the always present, smoldering lust Paula couldn't seem to shake ever since the mimic, but at the same time she couldn't stop! It was all just way too sexy, and Paula almost forgot to eat several times as she sat in front of her PC, heart racing, pussy dripping and nipples throbbing.

It had taken all of three days for Paula to begin actually touching herself as she browsed her growing collection of heteromorph pictures and videos, adding every new post from the boards. Panting, she opened yet another video as she plunged two fingers inside her drooling snatch, hunting for that incredible pleasure high she'd experienced with the mimic, but to no avail. It felt good to finger herself and play with her enormous, soft bust as the video, shot in a café somewhere in the city, continued playing, but nowhere near what the mimic had been capable of delivering.

"Wha... boss?!" Paula gasped - on screen, her boss Grace was writhing in helpless pleasure, her impressive rack (though still smaller than Paula's) wobbling enticingly. "W-whoah... you--nnh~... you too, huhnnnh~?"

With a wet splurch, a bulge appeared at the front of Grace' skirt, only to travel upwards along her torso under her clothes, disappearing between her breasts - and reappearing in the form of a giant, wriggling cock that was as mobile as the mimic's tentacles, and easily as big as the one that had pounded Paula's pussy. Whimpering, she pushed three more fingers into herself - but it wasn't enough. Fingers didn't fill her nearly enough. Not even close!

As Grace got facefucked by the tentacle cock that had grown from between her legs, Paula felt tears of frustration and envy run down her face.

To Paula's luck, the lockdown didn't extend to postal deliveries, and the local Naughty Lizard store was operated by one single person and still open. Cracking open her vacation fund, Paula ordered the absolute biggest rubber toy they had on offer, openly drooling at the picture of 24 inches of multicolored latex in the shape of an octopus tentacle of all things, thicker than a coke can and with a flared base complete with suction cup. Surely this thing would fill her up as the mimic had?!

It felt as if Paula's live had become a series of snapshots, brain inundated with lust to the point where she was almost as dazed as in the tentacles of the mimic, and only the times when she pleasured herself were worth actually remembering. Mechanically shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth with one hand as the other went to town between her legs, Paula kept glancing at her phone where the tracking app showed her package's progress.

4 more stops where all that separated her from the massive tentacle dildo.

3 more stops, and then Paula would be able to fill herself up again.

2 more stops and she would be able to at least take the edge off.

1 more stop, only one more!

*RING!*

Paula's head shot up from where she'd rested it on the kitchen counter, both hands buried deep inside her snatch where she'd frenziedly masturbated, almost driven insane by anticipation. That was it! Her package had arrived! Hurrying to the entrance to her apartment on shaky legs, Paula felt her heart beat all the way up in her throat, liquid lust running down her naked thighs.

Door open - no one there.

But on the floor, the package!

Squealing, Paula dropped to her knees, dragged the cardboard box inside, barely taking the time to slam the door closed, and tore the package open. Face burning, jaw slack and pulling her full lips into a lewd 'o', Paula marveled at the massive sex toy she'd revealed. It looked even bigger than on the picture! And yet, there was no doubt it would fit Paula - no, there was even a hint of fear it wouldn't be big enough!

Quickly licking the suction cup of the dildo, Paula hammered it down onto the hardwood floor of the entrance area and rose just far enough to bend the tip towards her reddened labia, pushing the tip inside and wasting to time to push her hips down, down, down. Inch after inch vanished into her with a slick slopslopslopslorp as the sculpted suckers of the tentacle slipped into Paula, making her twitch and moan hotly as her slick tunnel was stretched and stimulated by the novelty shape.

It was big! Bigger even than the mimic's enormous rod! Paula's tongue lolled from her slack mouth as she filled herself until it almost hurt, pussy clamping down around the rubber tentacle, taking every last inch of the two foot long dildo without any trouble whatsoever, until her voluminous ass hit the floor and Paula fell backwards, catching herself on her hands - and stared at the gargantuan bulge that distended her belly.

"Uh--ghmh~... ah!" The pleasure didn't measure up to what the mimic had achieved, but it was enough to rob Paula of her words. "Uuooohnh~..."

But not of her thoughts. The sight before Paula's wide-open eyes proved that she was indeed a heteromorph, outwardly normal, but inwardly inhumanly stretchy, able to take any size of cock without issue. Face burning with lust and excitement, Paula began to gyrate her hips around the dildo, a distant thought about taking her own pictures for the message boards swept away by arousal as she leaned forwards again until so she was on her hands and knees, hips rising and falling amidst moans and mewls and the rhythmic slopslopslopslorp of the suckers exiting and entering Paula.

The sensation of the suckers slipping in and out made her twitch and shiver, little shocks of pleasure battering her mind in a never-ending shower of bliss that somehow became more than the sum of its parts. The sheer size of the rubber tentacle rearranging her insides made Paula pant breathlessly as she shook her hips helplessly, completely at the mercy of that burning need inside of her.

But still, it wasn't like being at the mercy of the mimic. As much as she moaned, as much as she pounded her ass onto the floor to take every last bit of the dildo into herself, as much as her tits jiggled and slept into each other, it just wasn't the same. It felt amazing, but not mind-bending as with the mimic. These heights seemed to be forever out of reach, no matter how much Paula grit her teeth and rammed her hips down, no matter how fast she went until her muscles burned, no matter how slow and sensual Paula moved to regain her strength.

She shuddered with lust, gyrating her hips as she squatted with the dildo deep inside her so she could squeeze her tits and pull her nipples, twisting them between two fingers, one hand soon dropping between her legs to play with her clit, but there were not enough limbs for all the sensitive spots that begged to be touched! There were still holes that needed to be filled! Hell, Paula could still breathe freely without a tentacle plugging her throat!

The dildo had been worth every cent, far eclipsing Paula's fingers, finally bringing her to a shuddering climax that left her panting. But a mimic's tentacles it was not.

Another climax wracked Paula's body where she leaned against the wall, legs splayed and both hands pumping the massive tentacle dildo back and forth with enough **** to make the enormous breasts wobbling on her chest bounce wildly. But still, it was all a pale shadow of what she had experienced in the warehouse. It just wasn't satisfying enough, more reminding her of what it wasn't than anything else.

Breathing heavily, Paula collapsed against the wall, legs splayed and hands resting on her thighs, even as her pussy worked to pull the enormous rubber rod inside of her. With a shuddering breath, Paula swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

'So much for having it easy...'