A little bit of this, a little bit of that.

"God damn, they have some crazy shit here... back there, I saw a shark with tits on its belly... there are... these orange little fish from the movies, only they have tiny pussies on their backs... and god help me, it all makes my dicks hard... and my nipples," Brandon pants as he lugs all of his assets through the hallways of the TIT, on the search for new things to add to himself. "None of that makes even sense, I should only have... one cock, and no tits instead of, like, 25... but I can't give them up, y'know, fans? Not the dicks, not the tits, not the pussies... I need them. And if I... if I can get more..."

Brandon stumbles into another lab - but this one doesn't contain just one kind of specimen. Here, all sorts of strange and perverted aquatic life are collected. Fishes, morays, corals, sponges, things so mutated that it's impossible to guess the species... Dazed, Brandon wanders through the lab with an expression like a drunk in a booze store, the phone in his hand moving from one tank to his face and then to another tank, again and again. From time to time, the camera angle shows glimpes of his freakish cleavage - deep, cavernous, and capped by a perky little tit between Brandon's clavicles.

"Wow, this... wow..." Brandon sounds breathless, excited, wide eyes flitting from tank to tank as he keeps walking between them, twisting, turning, trying to check everything out at once. "I... fans, I can't... there's so much... so many things..."

It's a small wonder that Brandon manages to keep filming as he stumbles through the rows upon rows of tanks, each with their own bizarre inhabitants. Clown fish with cunts on their backs. The morays and jellyfish that have already featured heavily in Brandon's stream. Corals seemingly covered in tiny boobs. And finally...

"Oh god. That..." Turning his phone to yet another tank, Brandon can't keep giddy excitement from being audible into his voice. The tank itself contains something that is reminiscent of an octopus - only every last one of its arms isn't covered in suckers, but instead thick, pulsing veins. And of course, their tips don't taper off; instead, they are capped by fat, bulbous glanses. "I... I need to touch that... thing..."

As Brandon demonstrates that he hasn't learned anything from his stay at the TIT by reaching into the tank, a little sign saying 'Johnson' is briefly visible. Very briefly. Because the tank's inhabitant, presumably named Johnson, reacts very much like the other aquatic life forms Brandon... encountered and immediately wraps his dicktacles around Brandon's arm. Different to the jellyfish and morays, though, Johnson seems downright docile beyond that, letting Brandon lift him out of the tank. The streamer sets his phone up on a nearby table to have both hands free and still keep filming himself, and begins to gently caress Johnson's main body - which, for all intents and purposes, looks quite a bit like a smooth, hairless scrotum.

Johnson wriggles his tentacles in appparent appreciation and slowly inches up Brandon's arm, along his shoulder and up the side of his head until he sits right on top of Brandon's scalp, caressing the streamer's cheeks with his tentacles even as he gets petted by Brandon, who has a wondrous expression on his face.

"Wow, he's so cuddly and--hghiiiooooh~..."

Teeth-clenching surprise replaces wonderment, only to be replaced in turn by slack-jawed, uncontrolled lust. Falling to his knees, Brandon grabs one of his biggest tits with his left hand while the right begins to stroke one of his rapidly hardening shafts. Once more, words are swept away by overwhelming arousal, and Brandon can only moan and babble helplessly as the cocktopus gently caresses his cheeks, shoulders, back, lips... anywhere it can reach is being stroked gently by prehensile shaft and cockheads that soon begin to drool tiny drops of pre.

Brandon seems to appreciate the attention, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick the pulsing appendage as if on autopilot. He soon becomes bolder, kissing the shaft and the glans, eyes rolling up in Brandon's head as all five of the cocks in his crotch begin to drool some pre of their own, the nipples on Brandon's largest boobs distending to allow his dicknipples to rise into the air, clear dollops already forming on their swollen tips. Each of Brandon's countless nipples is visibly erect, as well, tits jiggling with his every movement.

"Mnnoo--glgh!" Another deep, heartfelt moan from Brandon is suddenly silenced by the cocktopus pushing one of its thick, throbbing shaft tentacles deep into the would-be reporter's maw. "Mggugh~!"

Who immediately and enthusiastically begins to suck and slobber over the length crammed into his mouth. The cocktopus grows more agitated at this, coating Brandon's shoulders and back with pre, making the transformed human's tits glisten as they drip with sticky fluids. Some of this mess runs over the swell of Brandon's massive main tits, their cocks finally fully erect and bobbing with his heartbeat. While Brandon keeps stroking his lower shafts with his right, changing the cock in question every so often, his left has gone to pumping both his dicknipples in turn, every tug making a thick, milky glob of pre squirt out and splatter to the floor in fron of Brandon.

With all the excitement, the writhing and twitching, it's hard to catch the exact moment the cocktopus' eyes close and melt away. The volume and intensity of Brandon's moans, although still muffled, grow exceedingly excited at the same time, and the tentacle lodged into his mouth thrusts in deeper, so deep a visible bulge appears in Brandon's neck. As it pulls back again, the bulge disappears, and a deluge of pre and saliva drips from Brandon's lower lip and onto his cleavage, soaking his front even more than the coating of pre already did.

Pushing into Brandon deeper again, the tentacle makes his throat bulge once more, making Brandon's entire body shudder lustfully. As his breasts and cocks bob and jiggle, the tentacle mouthfucking Brandon pulls back out with a wet squelch, another cascade of sticky fluids... and by now it becomes clear that Brandon's face is changing. Everything between where his hairline used to be - where now tentacles sprout - to his nose grows just a little softer, a little more delicate. The nose itself, though...

At first, it seems to shrink into a cute little button. But as the tentacle keeps pumping along with slow, powerful thrusts, it just keeps shrinking, and folds of skin running from Brandon's nose to his chin begin to appear, stretching around the thick invader and twitching lustfully whenever the tentacle makes Brandon's neck bulge. His moans do not abate, of course, instead turning hotter and more excited by the minute. As his nose slips into a little hood, turning red as it does, the muffled sounds of pleasure emanating from Brandon's chest reach a fever pitch, mingling with the sound of passionate fucking.

Because Brandon is no longer getting mouth fucked. He no longer has a mouth, or a nose. In their place, the lower part of his face is divided in half by a fully formed vulva, Brandon's oral cavity replaced by a silky-slick vagina leading to his esophagus. And the dick tentacle that took the place of Brandon's hair together with the seven others and the scrotum-like sack at the back of his head takes great advantage of that, speeding up its thrusts and rocking Brandon's head - and his world, if the lustful convulsions are anything to go by.

New, powerful sensations, a body that is so incredibly sexually overcharged, a mind shattered by lust... it is no surprise that Brandon cannot hold on for much longer. What is a surprise, though, is the incredible volume of thick, viscous cum spraying from his new tentacle hair. The sack at the back of Brandon's head twitches and contracts as it forces rope after fat rope of jizz out of his twitching, writhing tentacles - a veritable rain of cum splattering down around Brandon, on Brandon, his neck bulging even more as the tentacle stuck deep within it swells with every thick shot of baby batter pumping inside him... The globs of swimmers shooting from the cocks situated lower on Brandon's body pale in comparison, hitting the tank across from him with wet splats.

Finally, the twitches and the wriggling wind down, thick drops of cum still oozing out of all fifteen of Brandon's cockheads as they slowly grow limp - but so does Brandon, collapsing to the floor in a heap of cocks and tits with a soft sigh. His eyes do not open, but he is visibly breathing. Quite heavily, in fact, owing to the impossible climax he just endured.

The stream shows the unmoving Brandon for quite some time, seeing him stir every so often, cock tentacle still lodged deep in his maw. Finally, after hours of Brandon sleeping, the lights in the lab go on, and a voice with a distinct Irish accent breaks the silence.

"What in the ever-loving FUCK!"

As a voluptuous woman stamps into the picture, the stream finally cuts out.