Of Tits and Tentacles

AN: Woo! 100th chapter on chyoa!

On the bus home, I did not open up Gem Ladies. I had learned my lesson on playing where I could be interrupted. Instead, I searched for the video of me!

SLUTTY PAWG TEASES PARTY!

I...I don't know why I expected any different.

Face flaming, I curled up in my bus seat and hid behind my hair. 1.2 million views for a ten second clip of me flipping up my skirt and shaking my ass to a cheering crowd. My face and ass were blurred, on this video at least. So I hadn't been identified yet.

It was only a matter of time though. The top comment claimed to have been at that bar last night. So if I hadn't just quit my job I'd probably have lost it by the end of the week anyway.

Ten minutes spent reading comments left me feeling a strange mix of violated and thrilled. Literally thousands of people had seen me. Me! I bit my thumb to stop from moaning.

So much of the attention was gross or even a little scary. But for every implicit threat or disparaging comment, there was a dozen praising my appearance or expressing their wish to see more.

The view counter refreshed and ticked up to 1.5 Million.

"Mmmphgrgl!" I moaned into my whole hand.

The other passengers turned to look at me after the noise I made. Terrified they'd somehow recognize me I bowed my head to avoid meeting anyone's eyes and hurried off at the next stop. Braving the last few blocks to my apartment with a tangle of confused emotions twisting in me.

I (Un)luckily made it home unmolested, my complicated feelings were set aside, ready and eager to finish off the rest of my available games and spend some Gems!

Stripped of my clothes, I lounged on a throne of pillows and blankets, Gem Ladies open before me.

I had a plan. TENTA-TONGUE was mine, no question, I was taking it this time. Bigger boobs would be nice and I'll get them eventually, but I might just get them from a Reward or even a Punishment later.

Kind of a waste to use Gems, don't ya think?

I cupped a boob and pinched the nipple. With how perky they were now, did they even need to be much bigger? I remembered some comments asking if I was as big up top as I was on the bottom.

Yeah, they probably could be a little bit bigger. Later, later.

I refocused on the app store. My thumb hovered over my selection for an endless instant.

-50 GEMS!

"Mmrphlm..."

Gurgling noises escaped my spasming throat as waves of pleasurable heat sent every muscle and bit of tissue in my mouth and esophagus into a twitchy mess. My head fell back and drool poured from my lips down my chin, but I was too blissed out to care. I rode out the pseudo orgasm for several minutes, eyes rolled back into my head and writhing tongue hanging past my jawline.

When it was over, I laid there gasping for breath and slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I swallowed some saliva and worked my jaw to loosen it up. (I'd spent a lot of time with my mouth wide open today.) While I was stretching a new reflex activated and my tongue extended from my face by a couple feet. It swayed and bended at my every whim like a new limb, practically a third arm. I watched it in horny fascination.

Another flex split the tip into three shorter and narrower tendrils slimy with saliva, then again and again until I had dozens of six inch long tentacles thinner than my pinky finger waving from between my lips. My breathing was unobstructed aside from a few scary seconds at the beginning, and my sense of smell and taste were enhanced by a noticeable amount.

Like letting my fingers curl into a loose fist, the collection of little tendrils folded back into a normal human tongue. I felt my new TENTA-TONGUE could do more, but no matter how I wiggled and flexed it didn't seem to do anything. Was I missing a trigger or did I need practice?

"Lalalalaaa~ Huh, seems my voice is fine. A little smoother, maybe?" Eh, I liked my voice the way it was and I'm not into singing or anything. "I can test more later..."

Back to the game to earn more Gems!

PERFECT! +10 GEMS!

Hahaha! Take that you imps! It was a mix of luck and panicked inspiration. I realized the hellhound's collar was a different color than before. When I matched the color of gem to the collar, the hellhound woke up and attacked the imps! Leaving me free to rack up a higher and higher score.

PERFECT! +10 GEMS!

Same as before, just faster and with more imps.

+9 GEMS!

One of my eyebrows twitched in annoyance. There were two hellhounds this time, and the collars were different colors. If I didn't wake them up at about the same time, they'd start barking at each other instead of the imps.

PERFECT! +1 GEMS!

(5/5) PERFECTED!

CHOOSE A REWARD!

• 1 FREE PUNISHMENT REMOVAL

• HELPFUL IMP

• PERFECT PEAKS

Now, I'm sure that removal and the imp are great, buuuut... PERFECT PEAKS sounds like a titty upgrade to me!

A little too convenient, honestly. I squinted at the corners of my room, half expecting a tiny succubus to be watching me. Obviously they were observing, if not physically. It still kinda creeped me out in a mostly not-hot way when I thought about it.

"Thanks, Addy! Or I guess whoever's in charge of the Rewards?" I said to the ceiling.

Silence was my only answer.

I shrugged and put it out of my mind for now. Tits await!

Eager to watch the magic happen, I sat myself down in front of a mirror and pressed the button.

"Ahn~"

It started with my nipples and areola. My left nipple had always been slightly lopsided and smaller than the right, not enough for anyone else to really notice, but it bothered me y'know? Well, no longer, both of them were perfectly symmetrical and...prettier in a way I couldn't quite describe.

They lightened in color until they blended in to the snowy skin of my breasts while the nipples themselves became a brighter pink. They perked up like pencil erasers, more meant for gentle bites than sucking or licking.

Last week, I was a smallish C-cup. SLIM 'N TRIM shrunk them down to a perky B-cup. Which I was mostly content with, I liked being petite, loved the freedom of going braless, and didn't really want huge tits bigger than my head.

I'd be perfectly fine with a returning pair of C's. Maybe try out a D-cup. See what it was like.

My breasts rippled in my hands before they started inflating. "Hnng~ Fuck!" The feeling was amazing, a mix of a thousand hands molding my flesh like wet clay, and a rushing sensation of liquid pouring into me from nowhere.

It was just barely under the threshold where my eyes would flutter closed in pleasure, letting me watch the full process with all of my attention.

I lied earlier. We rushed right past D-cup and well into the F-cup range before the inflation finished. A pair of perfect peaks perched on my comparatively narrow torso in two hemispheres with a very strained relationship to gravity. Everyone who saw me would (rightly) assume they were fake, but I couldn't be happier with my new tits!

"Hehe! Heheheheee~"

Weird magic was happening here with inertia as I jiggled and giggled. When I wanted to do a cartwheel or other acrobatics, my tits were supernaturally firm and light, even helping my balance in some ways. When it would be fun, they bounced and swayed at the slightest touch and with every elegant step.

Hopping on my toes set them to wobbling like jello, while settling into a martial arts stance from an anime kept them locked in place.

"It's like the best of both worlds!" I got all the benefits of going braless with all the support of a sports bra and more comfort than either.

A few more minutes of fondling myself led to me taking a bunch of selfies in the mirror. I wasn't just taking them for my own needs, there was an audience eager to see more of me~ Call me vain all you want, I'm the one playing with tits out of a hentai.

Oh yeah! Tentacles!

Grinning wickedly, my tongue split in two. Descending to wrap around both tits and lick each nipple with the slightly slimy appendages. An odd tingle in the back of my mind caught my attention as I encircled each nipple with a dozen tendrils.

With an effort similar to wiggling my ears, the tentacles molesting my nipples molded themselves into little suction cups and went to town. Pulling on me and leaking fluid that burned pleasantly. Secondary tendrils emerged from inside the little mouths and joined in.

"Oh!" I gasped in realization and lust. Of course! "They're magic tentacles! Why wouldn't they be able to grow mouths?" I stopped for a bit, tentacles and all. "How am I talking?" My voice was a little muffled, but still completely intelligible.

"Aaahhh..." I opened my mouth shockingly wide to look inside with a flashlight. My tonsils and uvula were gone. I also noticed that my molars had vanished and my tongue did not start where it did an hour ago. Instead it began down my throat. "Okay, this is weird and weirdly hot."

This time, I saw and felt subtle vibrations in the back of my throat.

"Can I..." My tongue receded, slithering down my throat and vanishing somewhere. "Ah! It tickles. And I'm talking without my tongue at all aren't I?" I stared at my empty mouth and throat, shivering at the sight. "I'm like a sex doll..." I moaned.

The thought made me too horny to continue examining my new anatomical additions. At least, not in this sorta clinical way.

"Fuuuck yes! Thank you thank you thank you!" I chanted my gratitude like a mantra, voice muffled and shaky from the fuck-drunk daze I was under. Much less muffled than it should be, considering how I'd folded up like a pretzel with a cock-tipped tongue deep inside my pussy and a few tendrils flicking my clit.

As soon as I had tasted my own arousal, my tongue bulged into a cocklike shape that split me open, wiggled itself nice and deep, then started pumping.

I'd tasted my juices before. I was left unimpressed by the watery nothing I produced. Basically the same as sweat. To my more REFINED TASTE I was drenched in a sweet and slightly tart liquid similar to blue raspberry candy.

The minutes blurred into hours, I drank down my own juices in an ouroboros of cunnilingus. This was next level masturbation, my tentacles came with instincts I could give control over to. Letting me enjoy the many bumps and ridges forcing their wonderful way in over and over. No clumsy fumbling, no refractory period, no stopping.

Much, much later, I flopped onto my back with my limp tongue nestled between my tits. Too worn out to think of playing more Gem Ladies, I slipped into a dreamland filled with more tentacles.