Whispering Strange Nothings

Daniela began to pleasure herself as soon as she got in the door of her small apartment. She slammed the door and literally tore her buttoned blouse open, revealing her bountiful new rack.

Her dramatically enhanced tits were perhaps Daniela’s favorite part of serving the master. They were so soft and sensitive, yet still very perky despite their size.

“You really can’t help yourself,” the voice within mused.

Daniela ignored it. She needed this pleasure, needed to explore her transformed body.

The young woman kneaded her full breasts before slipping the fingers of her right hand down to her hypersensitive nether lips. The second she brushed up against them, Daniela let out a loud moan.

“Whoa,” she gasped.

“Your body has been enhanced. Your capability for pleasure is superhuman,” the voice informed her.

“Well this is something I could get used to.”

“There is more to come.”

Daniela shoved her fingers deeper into her pussy with her right hand, pinching her nipples with her other.

“Oh god, I’m close.”

Suddenly, Daniela felt a wiggling, shifting sensation within her insides. In another moment, a trio of black octopus tentacles emerged from her pussy.

“Of fuck,” Daniela squealed.

“I can pleasure you as well.”

As if to punctuate this point, Daniela’s new companion snakes a tentacle on her swollen clit, it’s suckers clamping onto the tender flesh.

That’s when Daniela lost it. She screamed as her pussy gushed girl-cum and black ink.

“Good girl,” the being within cooed. “With every climax, you become a more valuable servant to our master.”

After several seconds, Daniela reoriented herself. She still felt painful aroused, but she needed answers. The tentacles of her inner companion were still writing from her vagina.

“You’ve gotten bigger,” she said.

“I’ve fed off your sexual energy.”

“Damn,” Daniela said. “Are you going to get much bigger?”

“A little. Not much bigger. Not many more changes in this plane until the master’s ceremony.”

“This plane? There are other planes. What is the master’s ceremony?” Daniela’s head whirled with confusion and questions.

All this weirdness was too much for her to take in. The little black octopus she had brought into work this morning was no inside of her. Almost a part of her.

Then there was her body. Her big tits and full ass, her hypersensitivity to sex. The **** need to fuck anything that moved. Daniela had always been a shy, nerdy homebody. Being hot, especially this hot, was entirely new territory.

“We don’t have time for these questions yet, all will be answered in due time. We must prepare for the master’s ceremony.”

Daniela started to object and felt a cold wave rush through her veins. Her previous arousal was replaced by pure despair.

“This does not serve the master. You do serve the master, right?” The voice boomed

“Yes, but.”

Another blast of despair.

“Do you serve the master?!?!” The voice shouted in Daniela’s mind.

“Yes, I serve the master.”

“Good. Now we must feed. You must find a male.”

Daniela thought about asking another question, but desperately wanted to avoid another wave of that crippling emotional pain.

“Yes. I will obey,” she said softly. The arousal was seeping back into her enhanced body. It was now a cruel reminder of just how much this strange creature controlled her.