Surprisingly, Yes.

She announced it with a laugh as she made up her mind. "Sure, like any random figment can do something like that. But I'll humor you-myself?" as she starts stripping off layer after layer of clothing-holy smokes, it is not remotely cold enough for having on that many layers. But soon enough, she stood before me, naked. Eh-I've certainly seen better, nice meaty set of thighs, though. Makes me wonder if I can manipulate that somehow. I do have a polymorph from a Blessing, and some of my tentacles can alter a body in very specific ways... One of my streams of thought ruminates the idea while the other focuses on her in the present. She steps in to my embrace, and I close up behind her, leaving her in the darkness surrounded by the vines and tendrils of my body.

All the better for her to focus on the sensation as I started. First, exploring exactly what I have to work with. Bumps on pseudopods caress her as I hold her in my myriad grips, every par of her getting brushed over so I could feel her form. Some of the more pleasing aspects getting an especially attentive squeeze. For a second, the thought occurs to me to trap her. Treat her rough-keep her here. Serve her right for being so naive. But...something else fights against it. Enlightened self interest? That angel's implanted empathy? In any case, I decide a different course of action. Treat her well, let her go-and she'll come back for more on her own. Possibly with friends.

And so, my groping gives way to filling-tendrils entering her body, filling her up at all ends. Wriggling around inside her-probing with each motion for spots that get a reaction from her-and when I find them, press down hard. She's squirming in my grip in no time-moaning around the one **** down her throat. Her midsection, **** outwards as my unnatural limbs twisted-entering deep recesses in her body-already forcing that womb to stretch as if in preparation for her ensuing gravidity, full of writhing tentacles.

Her ensuing maternity would only get more obvious as I let some of my other appendages in on the action-small pricks in her skin preceding her chest swelling out, and starting to leak-before vaguely-mouth-like feelers clamp down, giving me a taste of her production. Mmmm...sweet. I keep trying on my efforts to change her, half just to see if I can. Feels like stretching a muscle the wrong way. so I try and add some of my darkness magic...and I can feel something click-my mind expands, and so does the target I was focusing on-hips broadening and a bit more padding on that rear to match.

Having had my bit of fun-I allow myself to release in her-seemingly endless seed pouring into her. Even her belly bloating outwards to contain my sheer virility fails-much of it just gushing right back out of her holes. Her over-sensitized body gives a last few spasms before going slack. I open back up to deposit her outside-next to her no-longer-fitting clothes while she comes to. While I wait, I decide to turn my glance over to myself, to clear up a bit of confusion I'd glossed over, and see what new ability I'd gotten while experimenting with magic.