Hentai tentacle attack (Monthly tale - 50)

(Woman into octopus)

Interlude III

It was a stormy night in Tokyo.

Noisy rivers of water cluttering the drains, rivers of busy people cluttering the streets not carrying much for protection from the growling sky above the skyscrapers. Amongst them stood a figure, one of the minority not carrying an umbrella.

She was a witch.

A small framed young woman whose face was hidden in the shadows of her hoodie along with a face mask and glasses. She didn’t want anybody to recognize her, but, ironically, her attire made her more noticeable to the pedestrians. The woman pulled her phone from her backpack, ignoring the pile of messages from her manager, to double check the direction.

Leaving behind the main streets she slid into the back alleys, walking with determination for a while until she eventually reached the outskirts of the city.

Shortly after that she reached her destination.

Thunder purred in the distance.

It was a scrappy looking two storey apartment building.

She squinted, checked the directions again and began to have severe second thoughts as she climbed the slippery outside steps up to the second floor, reassuring herself with each step that she had come with a goal more important than appearances or doubts.

The door of the apartment showed the number 203, there were a bunch of anime stickers around the number. She stood before the door for a couple of minutes, continuing her internal debate until her determination finally won and she pressed the doorbell.

“Coming-!” A girly voice shouted from inside the apartment.

The hooded woman waited, hearing a cacophony of curses, groans, crashes and rushed steps coming from the other side of the door.

“Sorry, sorry…!” the voice continued. “I’m so sorry…!”

After a while the door finally opened.

The two women were eye to eye.

Yuki and Tachiko met in person for the first time.

It was awkward.

Tachiko was the quintessential image of a disastrous otaku girl. A plumpish woman, with wide hips and wider breasts, she had a chubby round face with a porky nose, Yuki didn’t like that nose. The otaku was wearing some worn-out pink pajamas, big round glasses and her disheveled curly black hair was lazily and carelessly tied up.

They looked at each other in silence, the rain their background melody, until Tachiko finally broke the silence.

“Hi, hello, hi…” she mumbled. “You are…?”

Yuki considered grunting some kind of bad excuse, that she had got lost, and then running away without looking back, but Tachiko didn’t give her the chance.

“Oh…! My…! God…!” the otaku exclaimed, half-hiding behind the door. “You, you are…” she gulped, tensing up, staring intensely at her unexpected visitor. “You are SnowFlak776, aren’t you?”

Thunder boomed in the distance once more.

Yuki sighed.

“Yes,” she admitted. “WitchyWitchySlutty…?” her question was a shy whisper.

Tachiko nodded, blushing.

“That’s me… You haven’t answered in weeks, I didn’t think… you would come…”

They fell back into an awkward silence.

Yuki scratched her head.

“Look,” she began to say. “This wasn’t my greatest idea… let’s just, forget it and…”

Tachiko stretched out her arm, shaking her hand in panic.

“Nononononon, it’s fine, it’s fine really!” she hurriedly said. “I’m just surprised that you really would…! Just, just come inside please,” she stepped to one side, opening the door wider. “Come on in and let’s talk about… about what you do with…. hmmmmmmm…” the otaku chuckled nervously. “Let’s just talk…!”

Yuki was stiffly surprised by Tachiko’s reaction, the neediness shone in her petite dark eyes. There was one last moment of hesitation, Then Yuki lowered her head and entered the apartment.

“We are only going to talk, don’t get your hopes up…” she said.

Tachiko agreed, welcoming her guest.

“Sure! Sure! But, I mean, if you are real and are really here for, you know…” she giggled excitedly. “To screw me for good! Please feel at home!”

Without adding anything further Yuki walked inside, once she had crossed the threshold and taken off her shoes Tachiko closed the door and rushed to pick up some trash from the floor.

“S-Sorry it’s a mess!” The otaku apologized. “I swear that if I had known you were coming I would have cleaned up better…!”

It was a crammed single room flat, the bed and the tiny kitchen both occupying the same space, a square table in the middle, attractive or homely were the last words you would use to describe the place despite it clearly being inhabited. Posters and other manganime paraphernalia covered the walls, there were several shelves full of dusty toys, old comic books and videogames. It was indeed a mess - empty noodle cups, piles of books, a couple of trash bags, Tachiko’s laptop lay on the bed.

Yuki sat down on the floor, putting her backpack aside, she watched Tachiko’s ample butt shake as the otaku tied up one of the garbage bags.

“No need to apologize,” she calmly answered to the otaku. “If we are about to do what we chatted about online it isn’t going to matter, is it?”

Tachiko looked back at her, holding an empty noodle cup.

“I guess… I guess that’s correct…” the otaku babbled, looking around her humble room. “It isn’t going to matter at all…” Yuki removed her hoodie, sunglasses and mask and the cup fell from Tachiko’s hands. “Oh…! My…! God…!”

Yuki remained serene as the otaku pointed at her whilst covering her mouth with the other hand.

“Please, don’t make a scene.”

Tachiko couldn’t help herself.

“You are Bara Yukihine!” the otaku seemed about to pee herself.

“Shhhh, calm down!”

“Butbub-ut you are an idol! And a witch… if you didn’t lie… An idol kunoichi witch!”

Yuki began to blush.

“Stop raising your voice!”

“Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…! Oh…! My…! God…!”

“Stop saying that or I will transform you into a maggot right now!”

Those words made Tachiko shut up. She sat down in front of Yuki, on the other side of the table, she took a deep breath and calmed herself.

“Okay, okay,” she slapped her cheeks. “Okay, sorry, you are right, I’m sorry, I apologize, I just got very excited as you might have figured!” the otaku chuckled. “I mean, you came to my house without warning and you're a famous idol and my humanity is about to end at your hand…!”

Yuki pointed at her.

“Focus, don’t start to rush again!” she snarled.

Tachiko raised her hands, stopping.

“Yes, yes, of course, sorry, sorry again!” her lips trembled. “M-master…!” she covered her face, bursting into laughter. “Sorry…! I… Look, I even have a poster of you!”

“I noticed,” Yuki sighed, looking at the promotional picture of her idol self, with her cute outfit and smiling wink, hanging from the wall. “I’m quitting.”

Tachiko leaned forward, putting her hands on the table.

“You’re quitting?! You can’t quit! Why are you quitting?!”

Yuki snorted.

“I can do as I please!” she said firmly. “And I didn’t come to this apartment-hole to discuss gossip about my public life! Bara Yukihine is about to disappear, just as you are. You may come to learn why or not depending how our conversation unfolds, but if I am to be your master you will cease all the nagging about idol stuff!”

The otaku nodded eagerly.

“Absolutely, your spot-on master, just punish me if I step out of line! Oh, dang, this is so cool, you are so cool, I’m the luckiest girl alive! I wish I could post about it on the server…!”

“You aren’t lucky at all, rather the contrary…”

“Ah, that’s a matter of perspective and desire,” Tachiko shrugged.

Yuki frowned.

“Do you… Do you actually understand why I am here?”

“Maybe more than you, master!” Tachiko smiled. “So, hmmmm… Do you want… something to eat? A drink perhaps? I have soda, beer and… some snacks, there’s some pudding in the mini-fridge…”

That abrupt jump in the conversation made Yuki lose her train of thought.

“No, no, I’m fine…” she mumbled.

“Are you sure? I can go to the grocery store if you want something.”

“Yeah, I’m sure, don’t worry…”

For a while they went back to staring at each other in silence, Tachiko impatiently tapped the table with her fingertips. Yuki cleared her throat.

“Then… What do you know about the art of magick…?” she asked, shyly.

The otaku’s chest swelled up with pride.

“I know plenty, master, you could say I am an expert!” she crossed her arms. “In history of witchcraft and the obscure 90s anime OVA Witchy Witchy Sailor, both incredibly valuable lores I put at your service.”

“Those two things aren’t of an equal value at all.”

“I humbly put them at your service.”

“We’ll see…” Yuki lowered her eyes. “Do you really understand what I want?”

“You want a familiar.”

“Yes, but the implications of such a request…”

“You are going to bond me to your power and forever shift and squeeze my form into that of a beast whose only purpose will be to serve you,” Tachiko explained nonchalantly.

“And you are fine with that…?”

“Totally! It is…” the otaku rubbed her finger tips together. “I… I kinda have a fetish for exactly that sort of thing, that’s why I know so much about it…”

Another silence.

“You are a weirdo,” Yuki declared.

“True, maybe, but I have a question, master.”

Yuki raised a curious eyebrow.

“What’s your question?”

“You are a kunoichi, a member of the yakuza… If your goal is to grow your power, why a familiar instead of getting yourself some ink?”

“He-!” the witch snorted. “You didn’t lie about knowing the lore, uh?”

Tachiko seemed slightly offended by that remark.

“I’m being serious here! I would never lie to you!”

“Good, you’d better not…” Yuki put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not ready for ink, I’m not strong enough…” her hand squeezed the shoulder. “And I can’t wait for it, this may break our traditions, but it’s the quickest way to achieve what I desire.”

“W-What’s your desire?”

Yuki utter a single word.

“Vengeance.”

The rain chimed against the apartment’s windows.

Tachiko shook her head, moaning.

“Gosh! GOSH!”

“What’s wrong with you now?”

“You are so cool!”

Yuki’s expression passed from annoyance to fully red in a flash.

“You fat fool!” she growled. “This is not funny! This is serious! It’s not cool at all!”

The otaku nodded, giggling.

“Sure, sure, it is so very serious that you go looking for a person willing to become your familiar on a dating app, isn’t it?”

The witch recoiled, ashamed.

“I ran out of options…”

“Hey, I’m not judging master, we are all weirdos in this room!” Tachiko put a finger on her lips, wondering. “My guess is that you considered turning some other witch into your familiar, but you aren’t confident enough in your skills to attempt such a plan. It is risky, if you lost you would be the one that ends up transformed into a critter. You probably also didn’t want to transform someone in your life, which only left you with the hopes of finding some stranger. Correct?”

Yuki looked away.

“M-Maybe…”

“The good news is you are a lucky girl, master, and fate helped you find the perfect candidate: Me!” the otaku hit her chest with aplomb.

“I will be the judge of that and… this is the opposite of lucky for you.”

“That’s relative.”

“Tch…!” the witch rubbed her forehead. “I hate repeating myself, but you understand that I want to transform you into a beast, for the rest of your life, to be at the service of my whims.”

“Yup, that’s okay.”

“Ngh… It shouldn’t be! You should… freak out…”

“I can freak out if that’s what you are into.”

“It’s not about perversions, this… Seriously… You aren’t supposed to be so at ease with everything I’m throwing at you!”

“Just chill out, master, you can count on me, you have my commitment!”

“But why?”

“There’s a very, very good chance you're making a fool out of me, that this is some big TV prank or something,” Tachiko shrugged. “But I can’t do anything about it either way, can I? This may be your desire, but it is also my fantasy, if you understand that then it’s enough. Beyond that, even if it is just some silly elaborate larping to humiliate me, I don’t much care.”

It had taken Yuki a fierce mental struggle, but the confidence and honesty in the otaku’s voice made her finally recognize that they were on the same page.

“I’m not pranking you,” she said. “You have my word.”

“Good! Great!” the otaku clapped, then rubbed her hands. “So let’s do it already, OK?

“Do it? What? Now?”

“Now, yes, why wait? You want a familiar and I want to be a familiar, what else is there to discuss?”

“T-There’s stuff and such that we should talk about beforehand!”

“Don’t get cold feet on me now, master! We can pinpoint the details as we work the magic!”

“Isn't that…! What about your human life?

Tachiko slammed her hands down onto the table.

“Yuki, look around you, I’m a thirty six year old freeloader unmarried childless dweeb, the ultimate nobody,” she smiled fondly. “Bara Yukihine will leave a hole in the industry, but nobody will miss good-for-nothing Ueda Tachiko when she’s gone, not even my landlord.”

Yuki shook her head.

“S-Still…”

“You have the stuff to do the bonding in your backpack, don’t you?”

The witch grabbed her backpack and hugged it.

“Wait, Tachiko, no, we have to…”

Tachiko swelled out her cheeks and stood up.

“Look at this!” she grunted, lowering her pants.

Yuki panicked.

“What are you doing?!”

“LOOK AT THIS!” with her pants down around her knees Tachiko pulled up her big white panties, showing the witch the wet stain and her prominent camel toe.

“I don’t understand!”

“Master, I’m as wet as fuck since you knocked at my door! A horny hopeless slut!”

“Please stop!”

The otaku didn’t, she kept removing her clothes, the pajama pants flew, the moist panties hit a wall. Yuki backed away into a corner of the room, watching Tachiko’s wide hairy crotch as Tachiko struggled to remove her shirt.

“If your desire is vengeance…!” grunted Tachiko from her position trapped inside the shirt.

She managed to take it off, then she removed her bra with a couple of pulls, threw away her glasses and untied her messy curly hair, leaving her only in her socks. Snorting like a horse she jumped over the table with unexpected grace and stood nude in front of Yuki. Plump breasts with large inverted areolas, a chubby belly, closed fists, teary eyes.

The shock made Yuki drop the backpack.

“If your desire is vengeance!” Tachiko repeated even louder. “Then mine is HENTAI!”

Tachiko knelt down, put her forehead against the floor, squeezing her soft fatty form as much as she could as she grabbed the edge of Yuki’s pants.

“Please! Please, don’t leave! I will be good! I will be the best of the best!” she begged, sobbing. “Transform me! Transform me! Transform me! Transform me! Transform me! Transform me! Transform me! Transform me…!”

Yuki looked at her with her mouth open and her brain in shock. Her years of training for the yakuza since childhood hadn't prepared her at all for such a bizarre situation.

“Y-You want me to transform you…  just b-eecause the humiliation makes you horny?” the witch eventually managed to ask.

Tachiko nodded several times, maintaining her begging posture.

“Yes, please!”

“Even if it costs you everything?”

“Especially if it costs me everything!”

“You… Y-you…” the witch’s mental processing was a struggle. “You are a hopeless pervert!”

“I am!”

Through the haze clouding her mind, Yuki finally reached a conclusion.

“Let's do it.“

Tachiko lifted her teary face.

“For real?”

“Yes! You are going to be my familiar Ueda Tachiko!” Yuki put her hands on Tachiko’s nude sweaty shoulders. “You are going to be the most ravishing of all peacocks!”

The otaku silenced the witch by putting a finger across her lips.

“I’m no bird, master,” she said. “I have a request!”

“Request?” Yuki repeated with the finger still covering her mouth.

“If you want me as your familiar, then I am an octopus.”

“Octopus…?” the witch babbled. “Why an octopus? Peacocks are awesome!”

“Male ones, female peacocks aren’t as cool, master, I’m not gonna live the rest of my life as some lame bird.”

“Still, even… Why a freaking octopus?”

“Because my desire is hentai!” Tachiko clapped her hands together. “And octopuses are amazing! Multiple limbs, squishy and slimy and cute, flashy as heck, and super smart! I also love takoyaki and if all humans vanished octopuses would replace us as the apex creatures!”

“I severely doubt that the last one is true.”

“It’s true, there’s even a documentary about it!”

“How do you make a documentary about…” Yuki shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t want a stinky cephalopod as my familiar!”

“That’s not up to you to decide.”

“Yes it is! I am your master, you are supposed to obey me, not the other way round!”

“And I will obey you, for the rest of my cursed existence, but first you have to grant me my desire!”

“I am a witch, not a genie! What about that humiliation fetish crap?! You can’t make demands! Just be graceful that I’m transforming you at all and g-granting you the honor of being my servant!”

“All BDSM has rules, master, and if those rules aren’t respected then there can’t be trust in our relationship!

“This is not a game! That makes no sense…!”

Tachiko silenced the witch once more, this time leaning over her. She was bigger than Yuki and she easily cornered her against the wall, pressing her big breasts against her bare chest.

“Master!” she said. “SnowFlak776, Bara Yukihine, witch kunoichi, whatever your name is, if you want a willing familiar to obtain the utmost power then the useless piece of meat I am is what you want… But if you want me, in the same way as I forfeit my humanity, you will have to become the Octopus Witch!” Tachiko stared directly into Yuki’s eyes. “Deal?”

“You are insane…! Goddammit…!” Yuki closed her eyes. “Deal!”

The otaku nodded, smirked, and leant back, lifting her plump arms and showing her hairy armpits. She did a little celebration dance.

“I am gonna be the tako-pet of the tako-witch!” she chanted happily.

“Yuki,” the witch mumbled after letting her host and familiar-to be dance for a while.

Tachiko lowered her arms and frowned.

“Uh?”

“My name is Yuki.”

“Oh…!” Tachiko giggled and offered her a hand. “Pleased to meet ya, master Yuki, I am Tachiko, an octopus!”

The two women did a firm handshake.

“I’m gonna enjoy transforming you,” Yuki gloated with a subtle tone of malice.

“I hope so, master!” said without losing her smile. “Please, take good care of my sorry self!”

The handshake ended and Yuk proceeded to unzip and remove her hoodie, then followed that up with her shirt. Tachiko froze, her eyes open wide as Yuki undressed in front of her.The last thing to be removed were her pants.

Yuki stood up wearing only her white panties, fit slim long limbs, olive skinned with hazel eyes and shoulder length soft brown hair. She approached the nerd, grabbed her face without asking for permission and squeezed plump cheeks.

“Yuki, master, master Yuki-!” gurgled Tachiko before being cut off by a passionate kiss.

The witch slid her tongue deep inside the otaku’s mouth, the otaku remained still like a scared forest critter, flapping her hands and curling her toes as her eyes rolled blankly.

Shortly after the wet kiss ended, Yuki’s tongue slid out just as it had slid in, an intense heat surrounding both women,.Yuki licked her lips and smirked, looking down at the trembling, giggling horny mess that Tachiko had been reduced to.

“Hmph, pathetic!” she gloated. “That was your first real kiss ever, wasn’t it, you virgin loser?”

Tachiko could only nod while still retaining her silly smile.

With an impressively professional coldness despite being in her underwear, Yuki picked up her backpack and pulled from inside it a roll of paper that she unrolled across the table.

“Pay attention, dork,” she said.

Tachiko immediately reacted, like a well trained pup. She crawled closer to the table and took a look at the paper. It was completely covered in strange unintelligible letters, except in the center, in which the arknae words bent leaving a perfectly empty circular space.

“Ohhhh!” gasped Tachiko. “You carved a familiar bonding ritual into an enchantment parchment? That’s very clever!”

“You know what it is…?” Yuki mumbled, impressed, and immediately afterwards straightened herself back up into business. “Well, of course you know, you are my familiar after all,” she pointed at the empty space. “Put your hand there!

“Sure thing boss!”

Without a second of doubt Tachiko slammed her hand down where she was told and looked at Yuki with an expression that made you think that if she had a tail she would be wagging it.

“Do you… Do you really not want a moment to…”

“Nope, let's do it already! Do you have a chant in mind or are you just gonna make it up as we go?”

Yuki cleared her throat.

“...will make it up as we go…”

“Don’t have mercy on me, master!”

“Don’t blame me when you regret it later, cause there’s no coming back!” Yuki placed her right hand on top of Tachiko’s. ”Okay, okay… now I only need to… focus…”

Tachiko frowned.

“Have you ever done magic before?” she asked.

“T-Technically! It’s not my first time… Stop nagging, I have the glow, I just need to concentrate…!”

“Yuki,” the otaku attracted the witch’s attention. “Don’t worry, I trust you.” she claimed with total sincerity.

Yuki almost choked.

“Shut up, don’t move an inch!” she slid her fingers between Tachiko’s and squeezed. “You damned dork…!”

The witch closed her eyes, breathed deeply, a moment of serenity…

Tachiko's mouth dropped open as she felt the tingle in her pubes, the pulling in her clit.

“Oh, shit!”

The room darkened, the paper heated up under Tachiko’s hands, Yuki’s nails lit up with the glow of a dozen rainbows, then she spoke in a thunderous voice.

“Wretched spinster without hope or fate, meet your final dread

Wicked and twisted is your desire, it’s cost for you to be cast off the land

No longer graced with femininity, your end to forever lurk beneath the tides

Never human again, your home the crack in the seaweed covered rocks”

As the chant progressed the glow intensified, the glowing multicolored light shone over the women and the apartment’s walls and ceiling. Tachiko trembled uncontrollably, gurgling, pressing her thighs together as she was ravaged by orgasm after orgasm. Yuki wet her panties with her sex. On the enchantment parchment the arknae words drifted and shifted, changing their shape, mixing one with the other to become something else.

“Drag your naked misery across the sandy bottom with the knowledge of what you have lost

To never stand in two legs, just eight wobbly limbs

Slimy disgust, alien of the deeps, inhumane

Change, speak out of your cunt and mutate so nobody mistakes you again for a person!”

The glow intensified, reaching its peak, the different colors mixed into white and then turned a singular cyan. Of that exact same shade of cyan was the handcuff-like marking that appeared around Yuki’s right wrist and which surrounded each of Tachiko’s wrists and ankles.

Witch and otaku moaned with pleasure.

The ritual concluded with the same bluntness it had begun, the lights of the room went back to their normal mundanity and Tachiko collapsed flat on the table while her pussy kept squirting. It took her a while to mildly recompose herself, when she lifted up her head she saw Yuki admiring the cyan shine of her nails.

“That’s a nice color, master…” the otaku giggled. “And that chant was amazing, you really twisted my clit!”

Yuki responded without looking at her, too distracted with admiring her glow.

“Look at the parchment,” the witch ordered.

Tachiko did as she was told and gasped with surprise. The words were completely gone, having reconfigured themselves into a drawing.

A drawing of herself.

Now there was a naked Tachiko in the centre of the paper, floating gracefully with her hair loose, entangled with a large octopus with an expresion of sexual serenity. The tentacles of the creature grabbing and squeezing her tits and fat.

“Woah,” whispered Tachiko. “I look… good…”

Yuki touched the parchment with the tip of her glowing nail.

The drawing lit up fiercely with that same cyan shine. Tachiko stared, amazed as the paper swelled from beneath in several places, as if it was boiling up. It swelled and swelled, detaching from itself, floating upwards, shiny bubbles that rose up and floated.

One of the bubbles, the largest of them, had the exact vague shape of a very chubby woman. The boobs, the ass, the distress on the bubbly face.

“That’s… me…” gulped the otaku.

Bubble-Tachiko swell and stretched, she seemed to either be screaming in terror or moaning in pleasure, until it just…

POP!

All the bubbles popped.

Tachiko suddenly felt a heavy burden across her shoulders, she was heating up, sweating, sweating a lot, without a pause. A moist stain on the dampening floor below her. Her breath sped up, a soft groan escaped her lips, she tried to recoil… but she couldn’t detach her arm from the table’s surface.

The otaku frowned, pulled, but her arm remained attached to the table. She grabbed her limb and pulled, a series of small plops shook her soaked skin. Tachiko inspected the lower part of her arm and saw a bunch of round lumps, more of them sprouting up and down, growing in front of her eyes, right from her flesh.

Her mouth dropped open.

Suction cups.

Just like those of an octopus.

“You are done for, Ueda Tachiko,” informed the witch.

“Oh…! My…! Good god goddess…!”

Tachiko fell backwards, splashing sloppily onto her ample squishy butt. She spread her legs to see her humanity disappear. Many more cups sprouted on her legs and her other arm, on the palms and the soles, quickly covering the bottom edge of her limbs. Her hair began to fall, from her head, her crotch, her legs and armpits, detaching and dropping with the thick musky sweat that had taken hold of every inch of her skin.

It tasted salty on her lips.

She touched her balding head, clenching her teeth.

A strange feeling was overwhelming her senses, overpowering, confusing, as if she was out of synch with her own skin. It revolted her stomach, dizzied her mind.

“How do you feel, Tako?” Yuki asked.

The otaku gurgled, her whole self was reddening.

“It’s freak-ky…!”

A burping motion interrupted her, a gurgle in her stomach. She was being changed, on both the inside and the outside. Legs and arms began to feel wobbly, feeble. Tachiko raised her arm, the one where the changes had begun, her middle finger was trembling even more than the rest of her mutating body, the nails had disappeared… the next change left her lungs empty with a gasp…

“You are an octopus now,” explained the witch. “You need eight of those, but only have fours, so there’s going to have to be a split.”

“Gaaah! FFFfffuck!”

From the tip of Tachiko’s middle finger, skin, muscle and bone were torn apart, separating in two halves right by the center. The whole finger, then the whole hand, soon it began to happen down her arm.

It didn’t hurt, but witnessing it numbed her brain.

The other fingers merged with the split one, twisting over themselves to form a pointy tip. A singular arm, becoming a pair of tentacles.

Her bones were dissolving with the nerves forming a new array of bodily connections as her tentacles dropped like a deadweight to the floor. Tachiko tried to put some effort into moving them, but only managed to curl the tips.

Unreal, alien.

She had been left completely smooth, shiny and red, her shoulders growing weak, her other middle finger and then her middle toes began to split inside her socks.

Breathing was getting harder by the second.

“Oh…! Mymhmhmmm…! Oh mmmmmhmmm! Ggggoogooo! MHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

That was the change that made her finally panic, she slapped her face with her tentacle-arms. Yuki chuckled and crossed her arms on the table.

“Are we starting to have regrets now that there can’t be second thoughts?”

“PPPPPHMMMMMMMMPPPP!”

Tachiko’s lips had fused, sealing, the same fate that soon met her nostrils as her nose shrank. She flapped her tentacles around, uttering muffled impotent groans, wanting to scream but not having a mouth. There were eight tentacles by that point, the limbs having split all the way down to the elbows and knees.

The deformed otaku persisted in her vain attempt at yelling until, to her surprise…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Her voice somehow came back.

Her yelling continued for a confusing while as her facial features were completely smoothed until only her eyes remained. Ears reduced to a pair of holes that began to grow outwards into tubular appendages which wouldn’t be used to listen. Another hole was changing at the same time too, her gaping asshole. Her ample buttocks had spread as under her body, the inner walls of her anus shifted and repurposed into new roles, some of which made her tingle with the same intensity than sex.

Yuki had got up and sat at the table, right in front of the uneven mass of flesh that had become her host. Tachiko for her part was looking down at her crotch, her eyes inflated as another bizarre realization hit.

“G-Gghhhhh! Ma cunt!” her voice was pasty and distant. “I…! I’m talking out of my cunt!” she cried, her meaty damp vagina had indeed spread and vibrated with the echo of her voice. “AM TALKING OUT MY CUNT!”

Her sex was now a mouth.

The witch chuckled maliciously.

“I don’t think that’s any change at all,” she said, shoving her feet inside the pussy-mouth. “Don’t you agree, octotaku?”

“JJjjjhmmmhhhjjjjjj!”

Tachiko gurgled with her vagina full, worshipping the feet, the sole, sucking the toes, tangling her tentacles around Yuki’s leg.

In an abrupt burst one of the octotaku’s shoulders broke down, the other followed soon after. Her torso collapsed into itself as if her bones had always been made with beach sand. They deflated as her upper body disappeared into the lower, the nipples shrunk into a pair of spots below her eyes, her forehead pushed up, flattening, her inflated eyes turning even more alien, pupils stretching and waving, the iris expanding, going from dull black to bright orange and cyan.

Between her tentacles grew a skinny membrane that connected the eight limbs, covering her lower body and its innumerable suction cups like a fleshy skirt. From the tip of one of the tentacles a sock still hung.

She was shrunken and compressed.

She was beyond any humanity.

Beyond any salvation.

She kept sucking the feet until her master pulled her leg away, taking that pleasure away from her. On the floor, surrounded by her musk, her slime and her lost hair, she lifted up as much as she could, shoving her rounding once-vaginal hole, opening and closing it, begging as a tiny dark beak emerged from inside.

“Look at yourself,” gloated Yuki. “A pathetic grotesque mockery, gurgling in the misery you caused to yourself! The dignity of being a human woman was really too wasted on you!” she smirked. “What do I do now? You are clearly not worthy of being my familiar, nor of the effort of carrying you to the docks to dump your slimy fat into the sea! Hmmm, perhaps the fish market would be a better end for you! More fitting for sure, you did say you liked takoyaki after all!” the witch laughed and leaned forward. “This is what you wanted, didn’t you?”

The octotaku gasped slowly, drooling out of her mouth, a million small snaps and cracks still ravaging her body.

“Wannaaaaah… Wante-ed… Waaaaaaa I waaaaant…” talking had become quite difficult. “Whata I wannna shhhh… ishhhhhhh…” Tachiko tensed up. “HENTAI!”

Taking the witch by surprise she leaped forward with that rallying shout, just like an alien would in a movie. Despite her loss in mass she was still quite a heavy projectile, she collided with Yuki’s chest and made her drop onto the table.

Yuki groaned, trying, feeling the bottom of the octopus with her nipples.

“What are you doing you damned fool?!” she demanded. “Let me go!”

A tentacle clumsily slapped her face and slimed her hair, another four of the appendages wrapped themselves around her limbs and held her down with surprising strength, spreading her arms and legs.

The remaining three tentacles slid towards the panties.

The witch struggled, failing to liberate herself.

“Don’t you dare…!” she shouted to Tachiko’s octopus-face.

Tachiko’s inhuman eyes gazed down on her. The malformed creature, looking like a human that has been poorly compressed into the shape of a cephalopod, raised her body once more to show her mouth.

“JJJj-JENTAIIIIIII!”

The three tentacles reached Yuki’s crotch and moved inside the underwear. Tachiko pressed them against the vagina, then pulled. Yuki bent her back, moaning as a dozen suction cups attached and detached themselves from her vaginal lips and clit.

Her tiny nipples, one of them also trapped inside one of the cups, hardened.

She shook in pleasure.

The compact slippery weight on top of her chest.

The warmth of the slime.

The salty smell.

“Sssstupiiid virgin fool…!”

The octotaku’s beak spoke again, sounding more distorted every time it spoke.

“Youuuuu virgiiiiin tooooo…! Leeeesh sssshlove it for buuuth of ushhhhh, massshhhhter!”

Her skin was becoming rougher, and a bright orange-red tone.

Yuki couldn’t restrain her moans.

“GGggghhhhhhhhh! Aaah! AAAAAAH!”

Tachiko stopped massaging her master’s pussy with her suction cups and skillfully tangled them together, forming a singular larger and thicker tentacle. Yuki managed to see it, her pussy pulsing in anticipation.

The witch just leaned her head back, closing her eyes, clenching her lips and teeth, holding her breath, ready for the penetration.

The octotaku didn’t make her impatient master wait long.

She slammed the tangled tentacle trio around the witch’s crotch a couple of times, moved aside soaked panties, aimed the tip and thrust with power. Yuki was left breathless and making a silly face as the slimy appendages of her familiar made themselves at home in the deepest corners of her intimacy.

Yuki was pushed into the further frontiers of pleasure with each tentacular pump, she felt herself curling as if she had become one with those slimy limbs. The glow came back with intensity, in her nails, in her eyes, her lips.

The markings around her wrist.

The markings around the eight tentacles also light up.

The rain struck the apartment’s windows with merciless violence.

For a brief moment Tachiko was back to her gloriously plump human self, riding the witch, their pussies rubbing together. Hot, wet, sweat, steam, motion, the table cracking beneath them.

The otaku kissed the bright lips of the witch.

“THANKYOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled afterwards.

Every suction cup of the tentacle trio grabbed the tender inner walls of Yuki’s pussy and then they were pulled out at once.

Orgasm.

In another blink of an eye Tachiko’s head abruptly and absurdly inflated like a balloon as if fireworks had exploded inside her skull and then she collapsed on top of her master, completely transformed into the octopus she was.

The table couldn’t hold any longer, it broke and both witch and familiar fell down. Ending up hugging on the floor amongst the smashed wood. Yuki softly groaned after taking the hit, but the orgasms rampaging through her body helped her ignore the pain.

In the centre of the broken table they gave the illusion of just having fallen down from the sky. The pair remained like that for a long sweet while, resting with their minds blank, happy to have each other.

That while came to an end when Yuki noticed that her familiar was starting to dry out.

She got up, put the octopus aside and pulled her panties straight. After some quick research she found a large bottle of water. With magic and a knife from the kitchen she opened the bottle, turned the fresh water into sea water and dropped her octopus inside.

The octotaku peacefully sank to the bottom, half-asleep.

Yuki stretched her arms, scratched her belly, she went scavenging inside the mini-fridge and found the pudding cups. She grabbed them and a spoon and sat crossed legged near the improvised fish-tank where her familiar rested.

The pudding was tasty.

She smirked and threw a couple spoons into the water, the octopus lazily sucked them up with her mouth, enjoying the taste as much as her master.

The storm had ended outside, reduced to just a few dispersed rain drops.

“Akaryu Xingshi…” Yuki chuckled, satisfied, making her nails glow cyan. “I’m going to end you!”