Michael "Mike" Sullivan's story. (Careful, contains what could be considered body horror)

Mike Sullivan returned from mass quite hot and bothered. Hot because he felt like he was running a fever and bothered because he couldn't afford missing the audit at the office next week. And to make matters worse, he'd even missed mass, only arriving as it let out. For some reason, everyone leaving the church had been flushed and giggly, arms and hands imtertwined. And no one had wanted to explain to Mike why when he'd asked. Hugging couples had only looked at each other and laughed knowingly, others had made cryptic remarks, and the strangely sweet smell permeating everything... In the end, feeling under the weather, Mike had left the church behind and driven home.

His legs felt weak and wobbly as Mike stumbled into his apartment, undressing with shaky hands on the way to his bed, flopping down on it like a puppet with its strings cut. As darkness enveloped him, Mike cursed the pizza delivery place he had bought the frutti di mare pizza from. Surely it had been spoiled or something...

When Mike woke up, his sheets were soaked. At first, he thought it to be sweat, still feeling incredibly hot - but as Mike found his whole body covered by the stuff, he realized that it was more of a thin slime, dripping from his skin. Oozing out of his skin. Suddenly, Mike was wide awake, heart racing - this was decidedly NOT normal. He needed an ambulance, and fast. Grabbing for his phone on his night stand, he remembered that it was still in his pants. Which were somewhere between his bed and the front door. Swinging his legs out of bed, Mike sent a few drops of slime flying, tried to stand up... and felt his legs give out under him, too weak to carry his weight.

Groaning and cursing, he began dragging himself over the floor with his arms which, curiously, didn't seem to have lost much strength, leaving a trail of mucus behind, elbows constantly threatening to slip out from under him. Following his discarded clothes as if they were breadcrumbs, Mike soon found his pants, lying halfway between his room and the bathroom. Smearing them with slime, he fished out his phone, covered that in mucus as well, almost dropped it from his slippery hands, and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A professional deep baritone answered, the practiced ease helping take the edge off Mike's growing panic.

"F-food poisoning, I think... but... something's weird..."

"I understand, sir. Please remain calm - we will send out an ambulance to you. What's your address?"

Giving his place of residence, Mike felt his temperature spike, and found an inexplicable urge to submerge himself in water. Cold water, preferably. After telling the 911 operator to ask the EMTs to find him in the bath, he switched off the phone, dropped it unceremonously and continued towards the bathroom. Once there, Mike set his eyes on the most luxusiorus feature of the apartment - the huge corner bathtub. Crawling as he was, it took him minutes when it should have taken seconds, but finally, he pulled himself into it with some trouble due to how slippery he was and switched on the water, groaning with relief as the cold hit his slimy skin.

Leaning back against the cold enamel, Mike closed his eyes and waited for the water to rise, already feeling less feverish. He could still feel this weird mucus on his skin, and his legs were kind of numb and wouldn't move properly, but somehow, the more submerged he was, the better he felt - so good, in fact, that he felt his shaft rising to attention. Once the water had reached his ribs, Mike shut the faucet off, hand slipping off the knob twice. Looking down into the water, Mike noticed the mucus coming off of his skin had made it slightly milky - and his legs looked... weird. He tried to bend his right leg, pull it towards his body to check it, but...

"FUCK!" Mike's foot came apart at the toes. "Sh-shit!"

There was no pain, no blood, just pink flesh revealed as his big toe curled... no, rolled up until it reached his ankle. The pink color spread, taking over his skin as it seemed to flow upwards, closing in on Mike's knee, and, most terrifyingly, sending ripples of pleasure through his body and making his dick throb. And as he still gaped at his foot, it began to... unravel.

"No no no, fuck!" Leaning forwards, water splashing in the tub, Mike grabbed his leg just over the knee with both hands in a **** attempt to stop what was happening, his fingers digging deep into the soft, unsettlingly sensitive flesh - too soft, too sensitive. "What... fuuuck..."

It felt as if there were no bones inside his leg. Beginning to panic, Mike could only stare as his lower leg kept twisting itself apart into several pink, rope-like shapes that coiled and twisted in the water as they swelled, their uncontrolled movements revealing a pale pink underside dotted with twin rows of circles. His hands couldn't stop what was happening to his leg, and Mike felt the skin under his hands twitch and split open in lines, twisting and wriggling, the sudden increase in sensitivity making him jerk his hands back, biting back an involuntary moan. Pulling them out of the water, Mike noticed a small discoloration on one of his fingers.

Mike turned his trembling hands to look at his palms as the water splashed and churned, getting agitated by the tentacles his leg was turning into and flowing over the throbbing length of his cock. His stomach went into freefall as Mike saw the same faint pink color rapidly spread over his palms, turning a deeper pink once it reached the back of his arms and hands, the same waves of pleasure that issued out from his legs now coursing through his arms. Following it with wide open eyes, Mike stared as it raced towards his elbow, then his shoulder, and then he was distracted by a thrashing tentacle bursting through the water. On his left side. Slapping back down powerfully, it sent water splashing everywhere.

It was hard to see through the churning waters, but the same thing that had taken Mike's right leg had consumed his left. Tentacles now sprouted right below his hips, slowly coming to a rest as the pink color washed over the last of Mike's tanned skin, leaving him light pink on the crotch, stomach, chest and on the inside of his arms, darker everywhere else, the mere feeling of water lapping against him enough to make him shiver in lust. Gaping at his body, Mike felt like he was about to faint.

He was then completely blindsided by the sudden surge in the already rising lust that practically threw him back against the edge of the bathtub, back arching as Mike's cock grew fully hard in seconds, almost lost among the thick tentacles that had been his legs. He could feel them, the flow of the slowly calming waters enough to send tingles and erotic shivers through the soft appendages, each and every one almost as sensitive as Mike's desperately straining cock. The overwhelming terror at what was happening to him was gone, washed away by equally overwhelming bliss.

"Aaafghnn~..." A keening moan rose from Mike's lips and through the octaves as he ran his pink, slippery hands down his body, breath hitching in his throat as his fingers slipped over his stiff nipples. "Ah-ah-ah-ahnnn~..."

With every moan, every gasp of pleasure, Mike's voice became more high-pitched and sultry, sounds of bliss and splashing water echoing through the bath. Only one of Mike's hands continued downwards, slipping into the water and wrapping soft, pink fingers around his cock, the left remaining on his chest to tease and rub his stiffening nipples. There were no thoughts, no fear, only pure pleasure taking over Mike's mind, and when the flesh below his buzzing pleasure nubs began to rise into twin mounds, he began to massage and grope them gently, cooing and mewling lustfully.

Jerking his cock was almost an afterthought, but Mike's right pumped along his shaft with languid, shortening strokes. So absorbed in playing with his budding breasts, so consumed by pleasure was Mike that he did not, could not realize that the reason for this was that his dick was shrinking rapidly, losing inches by the second. But even that didn't matter much to Mike in the face of this mind-bending bliss, and as soon as his member was to short to grasp, he began to rub it with his palm instead, pinching it between two fingers, circling it with their tips, Mike's slime providing ample lubricant.

His similarly slippery chest kept swelling, the sensitive flesh bulgingout between Mike's fingers, areola puffing up and slowly swallowing his diamond-hard nipples. Running his fingers over the little slit that now hid them made Mike shiver and gasp, the sounds of pleasure rising when he dipped the tip of one finger into it to tease the throbbing nub inside. As more and more breastflesh pushed against his hand, Mike's soft tentacles writhed and rubbed against each other, a curious sucking sensation on them sometimes sending shocks of bliss through the buzz of pleasure filling Mike's body.

"Mmmmmh..." Mike's dick had been reduced to a tiny little nub that seemed to contain all the nerve endings of his former shaft, hips gyrating as his fingers rubbed back and forth on it. "Nnnfhaaah..."

One of Mike's tentacles, slippery and pink, began to slither upwards along his side, the soft caress making him sigh and shiver lustfully. Even if his mind hadn't been consumed by lust, Mike would have been a hard time telling if he was consciously directing it - not that he cared, he was feeling much too good to even think straight. His tits, until now barely over palmfilling, were spilling out of his left hand now, heaving with deep, excited breaths as Mike's tentacle wrapped around the soft swell, gently milking the breast as if to urge on its growth. The suckers Mike could now see were lining the tentacle's underside kept pulling on the sensitive flesh, the suction strong enough to keep them from slipping off in the slime as the tentacle caressed and jiggled Mike's increasingly massive tit.

"Ngh--ah! Ahmm~..." Both boobs wonderfully stimulated, Mike slid deeper into the water, muscles slowly turning to jelly under his own ministrations. "Mnnooh~..."

Something nipped at Mike's ear, the same suction that was teasing his breast now caressing the sensitive lobe, adding to the cornucopia of pleasurable sensations threatening to drive the half-squid mad with lust. There was a writhing sensation, sensual and lustful, not unlike what was going on beneath the water, and if Mike had been able to make any kind of deduction, he would have realized that his hair was gone and Mike had tentacles growing from his head as well, twitching and wriggling with arousal.

"Aaooh~..." With his lust inexorably rising, Mike found his moans grow increasingly loud, left hand groping, caressing and squeezing a breast that was by now far larger than his head, almost reaching his navel even as it bobbed on the lapping waters, while the cheeky tentacle around his right tit did much the same, its tip plunging into the slit on Mike's areola to flick over the erect nipple hidden there. "Mfh--ah!"

And then, by a chance curl of the dainty, pink fingers of his right hand, Mike found out what exactly had happened in his crotch. Fingers dipping into the slit that he didn't even have a few minuts ago, Mike howled in pleasure, back arching so hard his left breast slipped from his grasp and slapped into his face. Mike was unable to bring it back under control as his fingers plunged deeper and deeper into his twitching new hole, letting it bob and bounce wildly while his body writhed and twitched. Lust burned white-hot through him, making him gasp and squeal uncontrollably, until finally, it ebbed down to merely mind-blowing.

Of course, this didn't mean that Mike stopped. On the contrary, he intensified his ministrations, bringing more tentacles up from the water to grope, caress and fondle himself, all in pursuit of another of these convulsively amazing explosions of lust.

When the EMTs arrived mere minutes later, they followed the loud, unabashed screams of pleasure into the bath where they found a voluptuous, pleasantly plump, pink woman pleasuring herself with her tentacles and wild abandon. They had heard stories from other parts of the city, where people had transformed into ridiculously sexualised shapes, but they had ignored them as urban legends circulated by perverts. Of course, this meant that they were wholly unprepared for this surreal vista, and the abundant masses of soft, jiggling flesh combined with the obviously aroused sounds echoing through the bathroom had them tenting their pants in seconds, despite the pink woman's inhuman appearance. One of them gasped at the sight, making her head whip up and notice them for the first time.
As her eyes drifted to the bulges in the EMTs pants, a savage, lustful hunger bloomed on her face.