Celine wakes at her and her girlfriend‘s place

The next morning, Celine woke with her head feeling twice its size. She had barely kept a memory of last night. She recalled dolling up all sexy, taking the subway to the nightclub, waylaying some rich cheater... but everything past that was gone. At least she felt the arm of her sleeping and gorgeous girlfriend Chloe laying around her, so she hadn‘t been **** and brought somewhere she didn‘t want to be.

She could remember her outlandish dreams, though. All night she had dreamt about thousands of eel-like, green, slippery and utmost flexible tentacles with buds on their tips creeping and slithering all around her. They had wrapped her entirely, had penetrated every orifice of her naked body and fucked her hard for hours. She had never been into tentacle-porn, but now she felt absolutely intrigued and unbearably horny by her weird dream.

As soon as Celine moved, she instantly noticed that something about her had drastically changed. She couldn‘t point her finger at it yet, but she felt strangely light and wonky. As if she had gained pounds of fat within one night which now wobbled from her bones, but when she checked, her belly was as scrawny and taut as always. When she sat on the edge of the bed, the freaky, flabby sensation intensified. She had the impression to have turned into wobbling jello.

“Chloe,“ she said and shook her girlfriend awake. “Chloe, wake up.“

The redhead‘s eyelids opened so slowly that Celine already imagined them to creak. “You‘re awake,“ Chloe said. “Good. What kind of **** have you taken last night?“

“Don‘t know.“ Celine feared the worst again. “I still feel wobbly. As if I had no bones. I can‘t remember anything. Did you pick me up?“

Chloe nodded. “I had just charmed the pants off that rich banker when your call came in. He even payed in advance. I had to give it all back when you called and said that you‘re not feeling well and that I should come pick you up in front of the club. Around 12 a.m. You seemed **** and unresponsive, so I drove us home.“

Celine exhaled relieved. “At 12 a.m. I was still conscious. Thank god. Someone must have put something in my drink.“

“Ok, from now on, that club is taboo. Maybe someone wanted to take **** on you for stealing every blinking thing in their homes.“

Celine frowned. “I fucking hate people.“ For a moment, an odd fantasy occupied her thoughts. She daydreamed about grabbing the person responsible for drugging her, lifting him up with superhuman strength and expanding her mouth so wide that she was able to swallow him whole. Usually she merely pictured beating people who wronged her up with a baseball bat. Banishing the fantasy, Celine tried to stand. Her legs were shaky and felt as if made of hard rubber. She still wore the saucy outfit from the night before. She expected the latex skirt to have left a deep imprint into her skin and was surprise that wasn‘t the case.

Their apartment featured merely one big room including a bed, a living area and a small kitchen. Both couldn‘t afford a more spacious dwelling, despite being top notch at their jobs. The two lovebirds had met two years ago while filming a lesbian porno, which marked the incident after which they identified as bisexual. Thus they had made love even before they actually knew each other. It didn‘t take long until they had pooled their money and moved in together. There was nothing that held them to their respective families. Both had been kicked out due to their obsession with sex and their chosen profession. Except for each other, Celine and Chloe cherished very little. Since they met it had been them against the world, even if that meant occasionally crossing some moral boundaries.

Hungry and hung over, Celine trotted towards the fridge. Images of her weirdly intriguing dream wouldn‘t leave her alone. Chloe had always been the one with the tentacle-fetish, not her. Celine rather fancied latex, bondage and domination. She had never understood what people could possibly find arousing about tentacles, but now she couldn‘t think of anything more evoking than dozens of squidgy tendrils slithering all over her naked skin.

Nothing in the fridge except a plate of chicken appealed to her appetite. With greed she bit into the flesh and was surprised that she managed to devour the entire wing with one bite. The taste lasted long after she swallowed it down. Yet she couldn‘t be amazed for long. Her dream continued to occupy her attention. “Hey Chloe. You‘re still into tentacles and hentai and all that stuff, right?“

Chloe had stripped naked and climbed out of bed. She rarely wore any clothes at all at home. Therefore Celine was tasked to open the door every time the bell rang. “Burning for it,“ she answered and began to cream her silky skin. “Fuck, I‘d leave you for a tentacle monster which filled every hole of me simultaneously.“ Her words aroused Celine so much that she dropped a chicken wing.

“Aaaand... are there any good pornos to watch about that fetish? I think I‘m getting the hang of it.“

Chloe first glanced surprised at her girlfriend, then proud and excited. “You bet there are. ‘Night of the tentacle‘, ‘Tendril apocalypse‘, ‘Slimy Intruders‘. I could binge them at once.“

“I just... can‘t stop thinking about it,“ Celine said and began to nibble on her finger. “It‘s like I‘m obsessed. All night I dreamt of snake-like, slithery tentacles. How they coil around me. Caress my skin. Turning my skin all slimy. Scurry around my breasts. Then glide deep into-“

Chloe screeched. With one rash movement she stood from the bed and pointed at her girlfriend. “CELINE! Watch out! YOUR FINGER!“