Your Eye Stalks Have Rudimentary Hands And You Developed Boobs At Thier Roots When You Started Becoming A Hive Mother...

If this were standard D&D you would be dead.

From 'Birth' your eye-stalks have had rudimentary 'hands' at their tips consisting of five Omni-directionally opposable thumbs vaguely similar to an elf's. The usual eyes rest in the 'palms' of these abnormal hands. Now, this would have been enough to get you killed right off, but when you started to transition into Hive-Mother status you developed a cluster of three small mammary glands surrounding the base of each of your eyestalks. You can, at will, make the skin of these mammaries soft as silk or hard as stone, so they are no danger to you, but they are somewhat distracting when you have them in soft form because you just can't help playing with your nipples! MMM, you want to have them lactating and being sucked on by little half-elven/half-beholder babies SO MUCH! You know it would make you feel something absolutely amazing if you could stimulate enough of them that way, something kind of like an orgasm, but maternal instead of sexual...

Speaking of babies, you're eye stalks are incredibly long and flexible, and this almost got you into trouble once, because you gave-in to temptation and stalk-fucked yourself to climax. Beholder's in Aluvia have few taboos, but one of those few is full-on selfcest. Fucking yourself with your own eye-stalk in your vagina to the point that you cum and set off your fertilization ray inside your own cunt is a HUGE taboo, and grounds for execution in most hives. You happen to know why this is: because you did it: it produces an abomination that is a monster even by Beholder standards. You thought nothing of your '**** masturbation session' until you realized you were pregnant. You'd been in a bit of a drought and so you knew the pregnancy was the result of selfing, and so you hid the signs from everyone. Late one night you went to a secret chamber with the help of your latest Elven fucktoy and gave birth to the hideous THING. It was the size of a colossal squid, had twenty eye-stalks, four mouths, and couldn't float... It tried to control your mind and make you its wife-mommy: you resisted, somehow, and bit it's eyes off one by one, then disintegrated it, leaving no trace of your abomination. You thought that was the end of things, but, within a month, you had been selected to become a new Hive-Mother. You have always wondered if the other Hive-Mothers know what you did: if it is somehow a rite of passage you must secretly undergo to become one, but you discount that as many of them are and always have been short-stalk wonders...

Speaking of The other hive mothers in your hive, there are presently seven of them, plus yourself, out of a permissible ten-with-one-in-training. You have adventurers to thank for that relatively low number...

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