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Pervy fuckers ripped my clothes off first thing. None of them have touched me or anything, but what gives? Oh yeah, and it would be really nice if they’d let me go home!\n\nBecause this little suite in their huge warehousey building might be nice – pretty luxurious, really – but it’s still a prison. These ‘acolyte’ bastards won’t let me out of here. Who cares about the nice soft bed and velvety carpets if they won’t let me leave? And I’m pretty sure they’re keeping me here for something worse to come. I keep overhearing them talking about ‘the ceremony’ and ‘the night of the blood moon’ ... and none of that sounds like it’s going to be a fun time for me.\n\nThey’re weird fuckers, too. All dressed up in purple robes and purple masks, even purple gloves. I knew I was dealing with a real freak show the moment I first saw them. But at first I’d gone along with it because, you know, good health plan and all. I swear, if I ever get out of here, I’m leaving them a really bad review!\n\nThe trouble is, I haven’t been able to get out. And that’s crazy for me. Because I’ve always had my special little power. Anybody I directly touch, I can swap bodies with, so that my mind is in their body and their mind is in my body. Pretty cool, huh? I don’t know why I have it, but I always have. Honestly, though, it’s not as useful as you might think. The one good use I’ve found is to switch places with my boyfriend so that we can both experience what the other side feels. That was amazing! But even then, it was only once, and only one of my last three boyfriends was brave enough to try it. He ended up liking it a lot ... maybe because he was a teensy bit gay. Too bad he dumped me for his new boy friend not long after. What else would it be good for? Not much. Anybody I switch with of course knows that I switched with them. And I’m not really big on giving other people control of my body. I switched with my older brother once, back when I was younger and dumber – he did some really pervy stuff with my body while he was in it! Of course, my little power would be great for getting out of a jam like this ... except for its one drawback: it only works if I’m in direct contact with somebody. I have to touch them. And these acolyte bastards are always wearing full robes and masks and gloves. They even seem to have some body-tight coverings underneath the robes! So I haven’t been able to actually touch one this whole time. It’s so frustrating! I’ve come up with all kinds of plans to use my power to escape ... but none of them will work when these fuckers keep themselves so completely covered!\n\nIt seems especially unfair because they keep me completely un-covered. Why do I have to be naked if I’m just waiting around for whatever it is they’re keeping me for? At one point, I tried covering myself with the bedsheets ... and then they’d taken my bedsheets away. So apparently they really meant for me to be naked. Some part of their ‘purification’ again? The acolytes look at me plenty when they bring food and things, and I can tell they’re checking me out, even when I cover myself. A girl knows. But none of them have actually touched me or tried to do anything. And, strangely enough, I’ve been kind of getting used to it. Even after only a week, I’m already to the point where I barely bother covering myself anymore. I’ve gotten used to being looked at. Is that what they want? I wish they’d talk to me. They haven’t said a single word to me since they put me in here!\n\nSo ... I guess all I can do is wait.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n“Where—” I stumble a bit from an unexpected step up into the next room. Fucking blindfold... “Where the fuck are you taking me?” I shout, uninterrupted this time.\n\nThey don’t answer. Of course they don’t. Aside from a brief time when they were trying to pretend like they were prospective employers, they haven’t said a single word to me this whole time. Something must be different now, though. Normally they don’t bother me at night. Normally they don’t blindfold me. Normally they don’t take me out of my room. At night... This is starting to remind me of that ‘blood moon’ talk.\n\nOh shit! Is this that ceremony they’ve been muttering to each other about?\n\nWe’ve stepped into a much larger room now, probably the biggest in the whole warehouse. I can tell by the feeling of the air and the way every small sound echoes.\n\n“Brothers!” a voice calls out. “Is the sacrifice prepared?”\n\n“She is ready and pure.”\n\nSacrifice? Oh shit ... I am really not liking the sound of this! “You know, I’m not really a virgin,” I say to the one holing my arms behind my back. Or whoever else might hear. None of them say anything back, though.\n\n“Place her on the altar! Begin the summoning!” the first voice says.\n\nAs much as I struggle, it doesn’t help. They have three big guys holding me, which is way more than a mousey little girl like me can overpower. And I hear what sounds like a hundred different voices chanting and humming all around me. There must be so many of them!\n\nIt’s at that point where it really starts to hit home just how absolutely, positively fucked I am. Even if I could get loose from these three guys, the other ones would just grab me. Even if I could swap bodies with one of them, they’d use my own body’s mouth to shout out and tell everybody what I’d done. No getting away from this one, huh?\n\nI’m still going to try, though. I struggle and squirm every step of the way. Of course it doesn’t help. All I end up accomplishing is that the three guys have to carry me more than pulling me along. But they lay me down on a stone slab anyway, pressing me against it so I can’t buck up against them. They’re just too strong. And the stone is warm. It would have been less weird if it was cold. Stone is supposed to be cold, right? Especially at night. At least a cold stone would have felt more normal. This warmth is ... unsettling.\n\n“The midnight hour!” another voice shouts above the chanting. “Behold! Ender of all Worlds, Lord of Destruction, Master of the Abyss... Behold! Kosh-Anar!”\n\nAll the chanting instantly stops. Everything is completely silent ... except for a single sound: loud and slow breathing. Whatever it is that’s making that sound, it must be huge!\n\n“SAC-RI-FICE?” the thing’s enormous voice booms, filling the room effortlessly.\n\nThe acolyte’s voice sounds tiny and pathetic in response. “Oh great and terrible Kosh-Anar, we offer you this purified virgin, so that you may be well pleased and for one more year delay the utter destruction of our world.”\n\nThe presence shifts. I can’t see or hear it moving, but I can suddenly feel it, looming above me. The three guys holding me down have scattered, but I can’t move. I can feel the thing’s intense gaze boring into my soul, and that naked feeling – far more naked than simply not having clothes on – nails me to the spot far more solidly than any person’s grip ever could.\n\n“GOOD,” it says.\n\nSomething slimy touches my face, shapeless, yet firm and muscular beneath the squishy slime. It slips between my face and the blindfold, pulling it away.\n\n“SEE. SEE ME ... AND ... DE-SPAIR.”\n\nI blink as the blindfold is pulled completely off. It’s surprisingly bright in here. I thought it would be completely dark. But the whole place is lit up in purple lights. And right in front of me is ... is... Well, it’s some kind of horrible monster, that’s for sure. Must be this ‘Kosh-Anar’ thing they were talking about. And it’s worse than I thought. Way worse. Surrounded by a constantly writhing mass of tentacles that fills my entire view, there’s a huge, hideous face which seems composed almost entirely of eyes and fangs, all arranged randomly. Below, and often obscured by the tentacles attached to it is an obscenely muscled body, like a bodybuilder who’s taken too many roids. Only ... it’s like the body has been turned inside out, or has no skin, all dripping and slimy, with prominent veins pulsing on the outside of it. Not red and bloody, though – just like the tentacles, it’s purple. And in the middle of its chest is an enormous mouth ringed with thousands of sharp teeth all pointing inward. And just below that, possibly the most horrifying of all, a huge purple cock with several bulges along its length like the knots that dogs have ... and a pair of huge, nasty, and dripping balls hanging below, each bigger than my head.\n\nOh fuck. This is not good.\n\nLifted by its tentacles, the thing rises above me, its many-eyed face leering – and dripping! – into mine. “SCREAM!” it commands.\n\nYeah ... that sounds like about the right thing to do. Just as I open my mouth to scream, though, the tip of a tentacle zips into my mouth, filling it completely, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag on it, but that only makes it thrust in deeper. I even bite it, as hard as I can ... but even with my big rodent teeth, it doesn’t seem to bother him at all. My teeth barely make an indent in the thick, solid muscle of the tentacle, and if that causes him any pain, he sure doesn’t show any sign of it. Other tentacles are swarming me, touching me everywhere, probing toward every hole in my body...\n\nThen it hits me, though... Touching. He’s touching me all over! There’ no way my power could work on ... on this thing, right? But I’ve got to try... I squeeze my eyes tight and concentrate...\n\nIt’s ... it’s working! I can feel that tell-tale feeling of the world flipping and turning inside out around me... And then, suddenly, I’m looking down at myself. Looking down at my own body. My former body. Because now... Holy crap this feels weird! I have ... I have tentacles! Even my vision is strange – I can see sharper than ever before, I can see everything. And some additional sense is letting me see through things a little bit. I can see all the veins in my old mouse body pumping faster and faster as this thing – whatever it was – realizes its position in my body. If I concentrate, I can even see the organs of my old body, see the heart itself hammering away.\n\nIt’s as if I’m the perfect person to finally overcome this thing that’s trying to have its way with me. It’s like I was made for this...\n\nThe thing uses its new mousy hands to grasp the tentacle in its mouth and pull it out. “Stop her, fools!” it yells out in my own voice. “She switched—”\n\nForcefully, I shove my tentacle back into her mouth. It’s so easy to overpower her small, frail, mousy body. I just have so much power now! I can feel it thrumming through my whole body, through every limb, through every tentacle, through my monstrous new cock... It would be so easy to simply tear her apart, to tear the whole universe apart! I’m all-powerful, unstoppable, un—\n\nShe’s squirming on the altar, pulling herself off of it. My tentacle remains shoved deep into her mouth, but she’s trying to get away anyway!\n\nNot so fast! With a few more of my seemingly infinite array of tentacles, I grab her wrists, her ankles, even around her waist and her neck. It would be so easy to squeeze the life right out of her. Heck, it’s hard not to! And some basal urge inside of me wants to. Did that come from this new body, or is it some weird suicidal impulse? Because I really shouldn’t do that. I need that body back! Well, I guess I could survive as this evil god thing from now on, but who wants to do that? I want my old body back when this is all over, so I’d better not damage it too much.\n\nAs gently as I’m able to, I shove her back down onto the altar. Where she’s supposed to be.\n\n“NO ES-CAPE” I say, in my best impression of the monster’s voice. It sounds pretty accurate, at least to these new ears of mine. Nailed it!\n\nShe looks up at me, her eyes full of sudden horror. Oh, she’s figured it out, hasn’t she? Because it has become pretty clear to me what I’ve got to do now. The acolytes will realize something’s wrong if I just try to leave with my old body or break character in any other way. Who knows if they’d be able to do anything about that, but I’m not about to risk it. In order to make it out of this, I have to go along with the plan. The plan of whatever this thing was going to do with the poor defenseless mouse-girl ‘virgin’ on that altar.\n\nOh, how the tables have turned! I have to stop myself from laughing. That wouldn’t be in character, now would it? This thing, whatever it calls itself, is about to learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end of its usual treatment. Serves it right.\n\nI bring a few more tentacles up, tracing them all along my old body. She shrieks something, but it’s heavily muffled by the tentacle filling her mouth. Wow, this is nice. It isn’t exactly the first time I’ve groped myself, but wow ... these tentacles are sensitive! I can feel everything! And – despite it being a little vain – I have to admit that I have a really nice little body. Former body. My tentacles slither across her thick, firm thighs ... and even curl around behind her to grope her tight, strong ass. Her belly is smooth and toned, leading up to breasts that are as small as ever ... but come on, they’re so cute! I flick both of her tiny bright pink nipples with the tips of two tentacles. And I send another tentacle wandering up between her legs.\n\nHer efforts to struggle free intensify. I’m surprised she’s able to get so much force out of such a small body. I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of being that strong when I was in that body. But now I’m in a new body. A new body that’s far, far stronger. It’s not difficult in the slightest to hold her in place, despite every muscle in her tiny body straining to squirm her way out.\n\nEven as I push one tentacle deeper into her throat, enough to make shimmering tears appear in her eyes, I stroke the tip of another tentacle across her cheek, wiping the tears away.\n\nShe stares up at me now, her eyes still full of panic, but no longer struggling.\n\n“GOOD,” I tell her ... and then I press the tip of a tentacle against her tiny, tight little pussy lips.\n\nA jolt runs through her whole body when she feels that, but then she goes still again, except for deep panting breaths through her nose.\n\nGood little girl. Well, not really a little girl. Actually a horrible demon god thing trapped in a little girl’s body. But still. I’m glad she’s already starting to get with the program and accept the inevitable. Is this the way I would have been if I was still in that body? Who knows? Probably not. Maybe I’d be crying, and not just because of my gag reflex. But that’s not my problem now. Not anymore.\n\nA little more pressure, and the tentacle between her legs presses her pussy lips apart and begins to slip inside. She tries to squirm again, but I hold her down with another tentacle across her midriff. None of that now. You’re mine. That body belongs to me.\n\nHeck, it actually does belong to me! Silly ... I’m actually starting to get into this, aren’t I? I can’t deny that the tightly squeezing warmth around the tip of my tentacle feels really nice.\n\nGiving in to temptation – despite knowing that I’ll probably be sore when I finally get my body back – I press in more deeply. She struggles against me ... but have her struggling motions become something more like humping motions? Hard to tell, given how little my tentacles allow her to actually move. I can see the bulge of the one inside her, pressing slightly upward in her lower belly. Wow, have I already gotten that deep? But it feels like almost nothing compared to what I could do...\n\nAnd thinking of what I could do brings my attention back to my huge cock, throbbing needily. I’ve had a cock a couple times before, when I experimented with boys. But those times were nothing like this. This huge thing aches with a need to use it, and the huge balls hanging below practically burn with excess pressure. I can’t even straighten my bizarrely muscled legs, or it would crush the massive melons dangling between them. I ... I could actually do it! Even when I’d experimented with my boyfriend, we hadn’t really gone all the way. He’d been too chicken. But now I can do it. There’s absolutely nothing stopping me!\n\nSlowly, I bring my body closer to the altar.\n\nShe seems to know what I’m doing, and the look in her eyes intensifies. But it’s not just panic now. Is that ... desire? Nah, it can’t be, can it? No way she actually wants me to do this. I must just be imagining it. That would just be too weird.\n\nI would be grinning if this bizarre body’s face even could grin. It’s doing something to my face. At least the mouse girl on the altar is able to read my expression, and she seems to know exactly what it means. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for it ... though her hips are still pulsing in time with the thrusts of my tentacle inside her pussy.\n\nI lay my huge multi-bulged cock flat against her belly, reveling in the sheer size of it ... and the feeling of her soft, supple fur against the front of it. The tip comes all the way up past her belly button. I can feel her belly pulsing underneath it – the little bulge from my tentacle moving inside. Slowly, I draw my tentacle out of her, making room for a certain something else. She still keeps her eyes tightly shut, even as I pull my massive body back and let the pointed tip of my cock fall slightly down, resting right against her prim little slit.\n\nOr maybe not quite so prim anymore. It’s still gaping a bit from my tentacle being inside it, and everything between her thighs is coated with a slick layer of her juices. Has she orgasmed already? I know my own body well, and things don’t usually get this wet unless I’ve already gotten off at least once. If she has climaxed already, she must be really good at hiding it. Hmm... Why would she hide it? Is there something she doesn’t want me to know?\n\nThe tip of my monstrous cock easily enters her, all the way up to the first bulge. That’s where it finally gets thicker than the tentacle was.\n\nI push. Only a tiny fraction of my immense strength.\n\nAlmost effortlessly, the first knot of my cock pops inside. Her eyes shoot open wide again, and she lets out a stifled gasp, despite the tentacle deep in her throat. Oh yeah. She definitely noticed that! Well, she’d better get used to it, because there’s more to come!\n\nOh, and she knows it, too. I can feel her breathing getting faster and faster as I ease a bit more of my huge cock into her. Fuck her pussy – my pussy – feels so good! Is that just because it’s stretched so tightly around the girthy knots of this cock, or does fucking me always feel this good? It’s almost enough to make my jealous of everybody who’s ever had a chance with me. Well, at least I have the chance now, and I’m not going to waste it.\n\nI am still going to be careful, though! I don’t want to break my old body too badly, after all. I still want it back some day! So even though I do keep feeding more and more of this monstrous cock into her with every thrust, I still do so very carefully. We’re already to the point where I’m sure my old body will be very sore when I get it back, but at least I should avoid injuring myself.\n\nBut then my second knot touches her pussy lips ... and I just can’t help myself. I thrust inward hard, shoving the even bigger knot inside her, making her squeal around the tentacle in her mouth. Yes! It feels so amazing to have the snug embrace of her pussy hugging so much of my cock. If only I could have more!\n\nI can’t. When I try to push more, her whole body moves away from me, pushed along by my thrust despite the tentacles holding her. The rest of my cock is just going to go to waste, I guess, because it’s never going to fit in there.\n\nHm... But it doesn’t have to go entirely to waste, does it? I bring in a couple spare tentacles – I have plenty of spare tentacles – and wrap them around the rest of my length, stroking myself while still inside her. And it’s a good thing, too, because I could barely pull this second knot out of her if I tried. But with my tentacles stroking the rest of my cock and curling around the rest of my knots ... oh yeah. I can already feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm starting to well up inside my new body.\n\nThat’s when another of my extra tentacles happens to brush up against her asshole. The same tentacle that was recently inside her pussy. I could do it! I could take my own anal virginity right here and now! I’ve always kind of wanted to try it, but I’ve been afraid that it would hurt. But I won’t be the one getting hurt this time ... and my tentacle is already nice and slippery...\n\nThat gives me another idea, though. Who knows what that thing was planning to do with me? Why not really give it to her? Why not pull a little switcharoo? Quickly, I pull one tentacle out of her mouth.\n\nFor just a brief moment, she can breathe. “More!” she shouts. “Give me—”\n\nMy tentacle forces its way into her mouth again, this time the one still slick with her pussy juices. Let’s see how she likes the taste of her own pussy!\n\nHuh... From the way she’s suckling and working her tongue against my tentacle, it seems she really does like the taste of it. Wow, she’s actually getting into this, isn’t she? Fine. I shove my tentacle even deeper into her throat, until she gags and sputters, spit spilling out around the edges of her mouth. If she wants it, she can have it.\n\nAnd what about the tentacle that was just in her throat? I stroke myself even harder, already knowing exactly what to do with it. That tentacle goes curling around her leg, past her tail, curls back on itself ... and plunges into her ass. No being gentle here. It’s plenty slick enough from her gooey throat slobber still clinging to it. With that tentacle, I can feel the knot-like bulges on my cock inside her. Ooh! And I feel the tentacle with my cock, too! Now I can stroke the part of my cock that’s inside her just like I’m tentacle-stroking the part that’s outside. Damn this feels good!\n\nMeanwhile, all she can do is whimper. I wonder if this hurts... But I don’t really care. If it makes her too sore, I can always just wait a little longer before swapping back. This is too good to pass up.\n\nIf I concentrate on her belly, these monstrous new eyes of mine can see the tentacle moving around my cock inside of her. I can almost manage to wrap it all the way around, but her body just isn’t quite stretchable enough ... and I have to remind myself that I really don’t want to break her. As much fun as that sounds in the moment, it won’t be fun after I take my old body back.\n\nIt’s really hard to resist the temptation, though. Especially as she starts to whimper around the tentacle in her mouth. Not whimpering in pain – whimpering needily, desperately. I run my tentacles all over her body, tracing the smooth lines of her convulsing belly, pressing against the slight softness of her tiny tits, gripping the firm curves of her ass. I know she’s cumming now. There’s no doubt about it. Over and over I feel her body squeezing down around my cock and the tentacle up her butt, as if she’s physically begging me to blow my demonic load inside. Her body is practically milking mine...\n\nAnd it’s working. I can feel it building and building inside me. Holy crap, it’s going to be huge!\n\nI’m not stupid and lust-drunk enough to actually do it inside, though! Who knows what would happen if I did, but I do not want any possibility of getting my old body pregnant with some crazy demon-god spawn!\n\nSo what else am I going to do with this massive and inevitable cumshot I feel welling up inside this powerful body of mine?\n\nWell, isn’t it obvious? Without any warning, I entirely pull out of her. The tentacle in her mouth, the tentacle in her ass ... I even rip my cock out of her, despite how tightly her pulsing pussy tries to grip against my knots. She gasps and sputters, finally able to breathe clearly again ... though I’m pretty sure that both of us know that won’t last for long. With the tentacles I’ve wrapped around her body, I effortlessly lift her off of the altar and bring her toward me, forcing her down on the floor on her knees.\n\n“SUCK,” I command, already bringing a pair of tentacles toward the back of her head to force her forward onto my waiting, dripping cock.\n\nThose tentacles weren’t needed. Surprising me, she darts forward all on her own, plunging her mouth down on my cock. If the taste of her own pussy or of my drooling pre-cum bothers her, she sure doesn’t show it. Her eyes stare up at me, twinkling, as she goes deep on my cock, swallowing my first knot as if it’s nothing, and even taking my second knot into her mouth, where it fills her up completely. Despite the way her gagging throat pulses against the first and deepest knot, the look in her eyes is playful, almost challenging.\n\nBad choice, little mouse girl. You’ve been in this body before. You should know what it’s capable of. You should know better.\n\nWith those two tentacles still behind her head, I take hold of her and push. The look in her eyes gratifyingly turns from challenge to shock and fear as my second knot pushes through her mouth and into her throat. I don’t stop until the third knot presses against her lips.\n\nThere. Better? She obviously can’t breathe anymore, from the way her body is convulsing, but I don’t care. This won’t take long, anyway. With a calculated risk, I release the tentacles binding her arms. It proves to be a good choice – she reaches up with both hands, using them to rub and cradle my enormous balls. Her hands feel tiny against me there, but it still adds a wonderful extra tingling sensation that’s very quickly driving me over the edge.\n\nI won’t let myself pop quite yet, though. Not with that third knot still outside of her. I need to go deeper.\n\nGood thing I have all the strength I need for that. It doesn’t matter that her mouth is simply too small for this knot, or that her rodent teeth are getting in the way. I push and I squeeze, and she finds a way to make it fit. Ooh... that jaw is going to be sore too, isn’t it? The third knot surges into her mouth, filling her so completely that she can’t even move at all against it. I can feel her tongue trying to move and pleasure the huge bulge in her mouth, but she just can’t move it at all. The first and second knots make visible bulges in her throat.\n\nOh fuck yeah! It feels so good ... I can’t hold it!\n\nEven though I know I’m already past the point of no return, I still stroke the rest of my cock with my tentacles. Maybe that will make my orgasm even bigger. And just as I hit my absolute peak, I shove a pair of tentacles back into her pussy and asshole from below, instantly throwing her into another orgasm around my throbbing cock.\n\nHers is nothing compared to mine, though. All hers does is make a little puddle on the floor between her legs. But through my cock rushes unimaginable amounts of cum, forcefully pumping through in a constant, unending stream, jetting straight into her unprepared stomach. “SWALLOW,” I tell her, but it’s completely unnecessary. It’s not even really possible for her to do that, not with my tip already lodged so deeply down and knotted in place.\n\nThis orgasm defies all my previous ideas of what an orgasm can be, even previous ones I’ve had in male bodies. I can feel it thrumming through every inch of myself. Even my tentacles are pulsing ... which seems to be setting off another orgasm for her, given the two tentacles inside her. But I’ve never felt such an intense feeling of emptying before, like I’m pouring my entire essence into her. And it’s just endless...\n\nNot actually endless, though. Eventually the constant stream reduces to rhythmic spurts, each one enough to be a ludicrously huge load on its own. Cum pours out from around her mouth and out through her nose as my orgasm finally peters out into normal-sized spurts, then just the last few little drips.\n\nStill, I keep my cock lodged all the way inside her mouth. I’m going to fully enjoy this afterglow. It’s like no other orgasm I’ve ever had!\n\nBelow me, she’s an absolute wreck. That excess cum is dripping down all over the front of her body now, and my still-stroking tentacles are helping to rub it into her fur. Her legs are already matted with the evidence of her countless orgasms, and her whole body trembles and jitters. That once-flat belly of hers now bulges outward as if pregnant. Her throat still pulses around my cock ... I don’t know whether she’s trying to gag it up or swallow it deeper, and I don’t care. Ah... So good.\n\nOnce I see her eyelids starting to flutter closed, though, I make sure to pull my cock out in a hurry. Thankfully, it’s getting a lot softer now and the knots don’t get stuck very tightly.\n\nShe lets out a few fitful sputters once my cock comes out of her mouth. Coughs up a little of my cum. At least she’s breathing, even if she is still wobbling woozily.\n\nNow what, though? I look around at the acolytes surrounding us. They’re all leering. Some of them have obvious boners under their robes. So apparently this display isn’t anything out of the ordinary. The tricky part, though, is how to get my old body out of here, alive. I can’t imagine that they would have allowed me to walk out of here and tell people what happened. They must be planning on disposing of their victim somehow ... or maybe letting their monster do it.\n\nWell, time to push the limits a little. They won’t say no to their god, will they? “THIS ONE,” I say in my best imitation, “I KEEP.”\n\nNot a single one of the acolytes makes the slightest motion to stop me as I pick up the bloated and cum-drenched body in my tentacles. And they don’t do anything when I start walking away, either.\n\n“You... You can teleport,” she manages to mumble, still held in my tentacles.\n\nI realize that two of my tentacles are still inside her pussy and ass; I pull them out. “What?” I say as quietly as this body can.\n\n“Just ... concentrate.” She gasps and coughs up a bit more cum. “The body knows how.”\n\nIt’s ... it’s true! I concentrate on wanting to be in an empty field I’m familiar with near my house and ... poof, I’m there. And my former body is still held in my tentacled grip.\n\n“Will you ... change back?”\n\nI look down at her, thinking. It’s a bit tricky, isn’t it? The moment I change back, this thing is going to have so much power over me, and it might very well be out for revenge.\n\n“I CAN’T TRUST YOU.” Even though I’m no longer trying to imitate the monster’s way of speaking, the voice is still so loud if I’m not struggling to keep it quiet.\n\n“I ... promise.” She looks up at me, and from the look in her eyes, I can almost believe her.\n\nBut not quite. It’s too risky. She could be playacting and trying to get me to trust her so that she can betray me with her former body’s power and take revenge for everything I’ve done to her. And yet, I do want my old body back. I don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life ... or for the rest of this creature’s life, which might well be forever. Ugh, gross! My body is going to be really sore and bloated when I get it back, but I do want it back. Very much.\n\nAha! Of course! There’s only one way, really. I just have to fuck her again, fuck her so hard she goes unconscious. 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Cover art adapted from artwork  by Clara. Character design by RobbyBunny. Used with permission.


Well shit. I should have known this would happen. Well, not this – who could have predicted exactly this? But I should have known there was something wrong with that ‘help wanted’ ad. Because, really ... who puts ‘virgins only, please’ in an employment ad? I’d just been too desperate, I guess. Especially because they claimed to offer really good pay and a comprehensive health plan.

I haven’t seen a single dime of that pay, of course. The lying bastards. I’ve been locked in this prison cell for more than a week now, and they haven’t offered me anything other than water and some weird slushy protein shake stuff that they said would ‘purify my body’.

I don’t ask for much. Mouse girls like me pretty much never do. But some real food would be nice. And some clothes. Pervy fuckers ripped my clothes off first thing. None of them have touched me or anything, but what gives? Oh yeah, and it would be really nice if they’d let me go home!

Because this little suite in their huge warehousey building might be nice – pretty luxurious, really – but it’s still a prison. These ‘acolyte’ bastards won’t let me out of here. Who cares about the nice soft bed and velvety carpets if they won’t let me leave? And I’m pretty sure they’re keeping me here for something worse to come. I keep overhearing them talking about ‘the ceremony’ and ‘the night of the blood moon’ ... and none of that sounds like it’s going to be a fun time for me.

They’re weird fuckers, too. All dressed up in purple robes and purple masks, even purple gloves. I knew I was dealing with a real freak show the moment I first saw them. But at first I’d gone along with it because, you know, good health plan and all. I swear, if I ever get out of here, I’m leaving them a really bad review!

The trouble is, I haven’t been able to get out. And that’s crazy for me. Because I’ve always had my special little power. Anybody I directly touch, I can swap bodies with, so that my mind is in their body and their mind is in my body. Pretty cool, huh? I don’t know why I have it, but I always have. Honestly, though, it’s not as useful as you might think. The one good use I’ve found is to switch places with my boyfriend so that we can both experience what the other side feels. That was amazing! But even then, it was only once, and only one of my last three boyfriends was brave enough to try it. He ended up liking it a lot ... maybe because he was a teensy bit gay. Too bad he dumped me for his new boy friend not long after. What else would it be good for? Not much. Anybody I switch with of course knows that I switched with them. And I’m not really big on giving other people control of my body. I switched with my older brother once, back when I was younger and dumber – he did some really pervy stuff with my body while he was in it! Of course, my little power would be great for getting out of a jam like this ... except for its one drawback: it only works if I’m in direct contact with somebody. I have to touch them. And these acolyte bastards are always wearing full robes and masks and gloves. They even seem to have some body-tight coverings underneath the robes! So I haven’t been able to actually touch one this whole time. It’s so frustrating! I’ve come up with all kinds of plans to use my power to escape ... but none of them will work when these fuckers keep themselves so completely covered!

It seems especially unfair because they keep me completely un-covered. Why do I have to be naked if I’m just waiting around for whatever it is they’re keeping me for? At one point, I tried covering myself with the bedsheets ... and then they’d taken my bedsheets away. So apparently they really meant for me to be naked. Some part of their ‘purification’ again? The acolytes look at me plenty when they bring food and things, and I can tell they’re checking me out, even when I cover myself. A girl knows. But none of them have actually touched me or tried to do anything. And, strangely enough, I’ve been kind of getting used to it. Even after only a week, I’m already to the point where I barely bother covering myself anymore. I’ve gotten used to being looked at. Is that what they want? I wish they’d talk to me. They haven’t said a single word to me since they put me in here!

So ... I guess all I can do is wait.

* * *


“Where—” I stumble a bit from an unexpected step up into the next room. Fucking blindfold... “Where the fuck are you taking me?” I shout, uninterrupted this time.

They don’t answer. Of course they don’t. Aside from a brief time when they were trying to pretend like they were prospective employers, they haven’t said a single word to me this whole time. Something  must be different now, though. Normally they don’t bother me at night. Normally they don’t blindfold me. Normally they don’t take me out of my room. At night... This is starting to remind me of that ‘blood moon’ talk.

Oh shit! Is this that ceremony they’ve been muttering to each other about?

We’ve stepped into a much larger room now, probably the biggest in the whole warehouse. I can tell by the feeling of the air and the way every small sound echoes.

“Brothers!” a voice calls out. “Is the sacrifice prepared?”

“She is ready and pure.”

Sacrifice? Oh shit ... I am really not liking the sound of this! “You know, I’m not really a virgin,” I say to the one holing my arms behind my back. Or whoever else might hear. None of them say anything back, though.

“Place her on the altar! Begin the summoning!” the first voice says.

As much as I struggle, it doesn’t help. They have three big guys holding me, which is way more than a mousey little girl like me can overpower. And I hear what sounds like a hundred different voices chanting and humming all around me. There must be so many of them!

It’s at that point where it really starts to hit home just how absolutely, positively fucked I am. Even if I could get loose from these three guys, the other ones would just grab me. Even if I could swap bodies with one of them, they’d use my own body’s mouth to shout out and tell everybody what I’d done. No getting away from this one, huh?

I’m still going to try, though. I struggle and squirm every step of the way. Of course it doesn’t help. All I end up accomplishing is that the three guys have to carry me more than pulling me along. But they lay me down on a stone slab anyway, pressing me against it so I can’t buck up against them. They’re just too strong. And the stone is warm. It would have been less weird if it was cold. Stone is supposed to be cold, right? Especially at night. At least a cold stone would have felt more normal. This warmth is ... unsettling.

“The midnight hour!” another voice shouts above the chanting. “Behold! Ender of all Worlds, Lord of Destruction, Master of the Abyss... Behold! Kosh-Anar!”

All the chanting instantly stops. Everything is completely silent ... except for a single sound: loud and slow breathing. Whatever it is that’s making that sound, it must be huge!

“SAC-RI-FICE?” the thing’s enormous voice booms, filling the room effortlessly.

The acolyte’s voice sounds tiny and pathetic in response. “Oh great and terrible Kosh-Anar, we offer you this purified virgin, so that you may be well pleased and for one more year delay the utter destruction of our world.”

The presence shifts. I can’t see or hear it moving, but I can suddenly feel it, looming above me. The three guys holding me down have scattered, but I can’t move. I can feel the thing’s intense gaze boring into my soul, and that naked feeling – far more naked than simply not having clothes on – nails me to the spot far more solidly than any person’s grip ever could.

“GOOD,” it says.

Something slimy touches my face, shapeless, yet firm and muscular beneath the squishy slime. It slips between my face and the blindfold, pulling it away.

“SEE. SEE ME ... AND ... DE-SPAIR.”

I blink as the blindfold is pulled completely off. It’s surprisingly bright in here. I thought it would be completely dark. But the whole place is lit up in purple lights. And right in front of me is ... is... Well, it’s some kind of horrible monster, that’s for sure. Must be this ‘Kosh-Anar’ thing they were talking about. And it’s worse than I thought. Way worse. Surrounded by a constantly writhing mass of tentacles that fills my entire view, there’s a huge, hideous face which seems composed almost entirely of eyes and fangs, all arranged randomly. Below, and often obscured by the tentacles attached to it is an obscenely muscled body, like a bodybuilder who’s taken too many roids. Only ... it’s like the body has been turned inside out, or has no skin, all dripping and slimy, with prominent veins pulsing on the outside of it. Not red and bloody, though – just like the tentacles, it’s purple. And in the middle of its chest is an enormous mouth ringed with thousands of sharp teeth all pointing inward. And just below that, possibly the most horrifying of all, a huge purple cock with several bulges along its length like the knots that dogs have ... and a pair of huge, nasty, and dripping balls hanging below, each bigger than my head.

Oh fuck. This is not good.

Lifted by its tentacles, the thing rises above me, its many-eyed face leering – and dripping! – into mine. “SCREAM!” it commands.

Yeah ... that sounds like about the right thing to do. Just as I open my mouth to scream, though, the tip of a tentacle zips into my mouth, filling it completely, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag on it, but that only makes it thrust in deeper. I even bite it, as hard as I can ... but even with my big rodent teeth, it doesn’t seem to bother him at all. My teeth barely make an indent in the thick, solid muscle of the tentacle, and if that causes him any pain, he sure doesn’t show any sign of it. Other tentacles are swarming me, touching me everywhere, probing toward every hole in my body...

Then it hits me, though... Touching. He’s touching me all over! There’ no way my power could work on ... on this thing, right? But I’ve got to try... I squeeze my eyes tight and concentrate...

It’s ... it’s working! I can feel that tell-tale feeling of the world flipping and turning inside out around me... And then, suddenly, I’m looking down at myself. Looking down at my own body. My former body. Because now... Holy crap this feels weird! I have ... I have tentacles! Even my vision is strange – I can see sharper than ever before, I can see everything. And some additional sense is letting me see through things a little bit. I can see all the veins in my old mouse body pumping faster and faster as this thing – whatever it was – realizes its position in my body. If I concentrate, I can even see the organs of my old body, see the heart itself hammering away.

It’s as if I’m the perfect person to finally overcome this thing that’s trying to have its way with me. It’s like I was made for this...

The thing uses its new mousy hands to grasp the tentacle in its mouth and pull it out. “Stop her, fools!” it yells out in my own voice. “She switched—”

Forcefully, I shove my tentacle back into her mouth. It’s so easy to overpower her small, frail, mousy body. I just have so much power now! I can feel it thrumming through my whole body, through every limb, through every tentacle, through my monstrous new cock... It would be so easy to simply tear her apart, to tear the whole universe apart! I’m all-powerful, unstoppable, un—

She’s squirming on the altar, pulling herself off of it. My tentacle remains shoved deep into her mouth, but she’s trying to get away anyway!

Not so fast! With a few more of my seemingly infinite array of tentacles, I grab her wrists, her ankles, even around her waist and her neck. It would be so easy to squeeze the life right out of her. Heck, it’s hard not to! And some basal urge inside of me wants to. Did that come from this new body, or is it some weird suicidal impulse? Because I really shouldn’t do that. I need that body back! Well, I guess I could survive as this evil god thing from now on, but who wants to do that? I want my old body back when this is all over, so I’d better not damage it too much.

As gently as I’m able to, I shove her back down onto the altar. Where she’s supposed to be.

“NO ES-CAPE” I say, in my best impression of the monster’s voice. It sounds pretty accurate, at least to these new ears of mine. Nailed it!

She looks up at me, her eyes full of sudden horror. Oh, she’s figured it out, hasn’t she? Because it has become pretty clear to me what I’ve got to do now. The acolytes will realize something’s wrong if I just try to leave with my old body or break character in any other way. Who knows if they’d be able to do anything about that, but I’m not about to risk it. In order to make it out of this, I have to go along with the plan. The plan of whatever this thing was going to do with the poor defenseless mouse-girl ‘virgin’ on that altar.

Oh, how the tables have turned! I have to stop myself from laughing. That wouldn’t be in character, now would it? This thing, whatever it calls itself, is about to learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end of its usual treatment. Serves it right.

I bring a few more tentacles up, tracing them all along my old body. She shrieks something, but it’s heavily muffled by the tentacle filling her mouth. Wow, this is nice. It isn’t exactly the first time I’ve groped myself, but wow ... these tentacles are sensitive! I can feel everything! And – despite it being a little vain – I have to admit that I have a really nice little body. Former body. My tentacles slither across her thick, firm thighs ... and even curl around behind her to grope her tight, strong ass. Her belly is smooth and toned, leading up to breasts that are as small as ever ... but come on, they’re so cute! I flick both of her tiny bright pink nipples with the tips of two tentacles. And I send another tentacle wandering up between her legs.

Her efforts to struggle free intensify. I’m surprised she’s able to get so much force out of such a small body. I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of being that strong when I was in that body. But now I’m in a new body. A new body that’s far, far stronger. It’s not difficult in the slightest to hold her in place, despite every muscle in her tiny body straining to squirm her way out.

Even as I push one tentacle deeper into her throat, enough to make shimmering tears appear in her eyes, I stroke the tip of another tentacle across her cheek, wiping the tears away.

She stares up at me now, her eyes still full of panic, but no longer struggling.

“GOOD,” I tell her ... and then I press the tip of a tentacle against her tiny, tight little pussy lips.

A jolt runs through her whole body when she feels that, but then she goes still again, except for deep panting breaths through her nose.

Good little girl. Well, not really a little girl. Actually a horrible demon god thing trapped in a little girl’s body. But still. I’m glad she’s already starting to get with the program and accept the inevitable. Is this the way I would have been if I was still in that body? Who knows? Probably not. Maybe I’d be crying, and not just because of my gag reflex. But that’s not my problem now. Not anymore.

A little more pressure, and the tentacle between her legs presses her pussy lips apart and begins to slip inside. She tries to squirm again, but I hold her down with another tentacle across her midriff. None of that now. You’re mine. That body belongs to me.

Heck, it actually does belong to me! Silly ... I’m actually starting to get into this, aren’t I? I can’t deny that the tightly squeezing warmth around the tip of my tentacle feels really nice.

Giving in to temptation – despite knowing that I’ll probably be sore when I finally get my body back – I press in more deeply. She struggles against me ... but have her struggling motions become something more like humping motions? Hard to tell, given how little my tentacles allow her to actually move. I can see the bulge of the one inside her, pressing slightly upward in her lower belly. Wow, have I already gotten that deep? But it feels like almost nothing compared to what I could do...

And thinking of what I could do brings my attention back to my huge cock, throbbing needily. I’ve had a cock a couple times before, when I experimented with boys. But those times were nothing like this. This huge thing aches with a need to use it, and the huge balls hanging below practically burn with excess pressure. I can’t even straighten my bizarrely muscled legs, or it would crush the massive melons dangling between them. I ... I could actually do it! Even when I’d experimented with my boyfriend, we hadn’t really gone all the way. He’d been too chicken. But now I can do it. There’s absolutely nothing stopping me!

Slowly, I bring my body closer to the altar.

She seems to know what I’m doing, and the look in her eyes intensifies. But it’s not just panic now. Is that ... desire? Nah, it can’t be, can it? No way she actually wants me to do this. I must just be imagining it. That would just be too weird.

I would be grinning if this bizarre body’s face even could grin. It’s doing something to my face. At least the mouse girl on the altar is able to read my expression, and she seems to know exactly what it means. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for it ... though her hips are still pulsing in time with the thrusts of my tentacle inside her pussy.

I lay my huge multi-bulged cock flat against her belly, reveling in the sheer size of it ... and the feeling of her soft, supple fur against the front of it. The tip comes all the way up past her belly button. I can feel her belly pulsing underneath it – the little bulge from my tentacle moving inside. Slowly, I draw my tentacle out of her, making room for a certain something else. She still keeps her eyes tightly shut, even as I pull my massive body back and let the pointed tip of my cock fall slightly down, resting right against her prim little slit.

Or maybe not quite so prim anymore. It’s still gaping a bit from my tentacle being inside it, and everything between her thighs is coated with a slick layer of her juices. Has she orgasmed already? I know my own body well, and things don’t usually get this wet unless I’ve already gotten off at least once. If she has climaxed already, she must be really good at hiding it. Hmm... Why would she hide it? Is there something she doesn’t want me to know?

The tip of my monstrous cock easily enters her, all the way up to the first bulge. That’s where it finally gets thicker than the tentacle was.

I push. Only a tiny fraction of my immense strength.

Almost effortlessly, the first knot of my cock pops inside. Her eyes shoot open wide again, and she lets out a stifled gasp, despite the tentacle deep in her throat. Oh yeah. She definitely noticed that! Well, she’d better get used to it, because there’s more to come!

Oh, and she knows it, too. I can feel her breathing getting faster and faster as I ease a bit more of my huge cock into her. Fuck her pussy – my pussy – feels so good! Is that just because it’s stretched so tightly around the girthy knots of this cock, or does fucking me always feel this good? It’s almost enough to make my jealous of everybody who’s ever had a chance with me. Well, at least I have the chance now, and I’m not going to waste it.

I am still going to be careful, though! I don’t want to break my old body too badly, after all. I still want it back some day! So even though I do keep feeding more and more of this monstrous cock into her with every thrust, I still do so very carefully. We’re already to the point where I’m sure my old body will be very sore when I get it back, but at least I should avoid injuring myself.

But then my second knot touches her pussy lips ... and I just can’t help myself. I thrust inward hard, shoving the even bigger knot inside her, making her squeal around the tentacle in her mouth. Yes! It feels so amazing to have the snug embrace of her pussy hugging so much of my cock. If only I could have more!

I can’t. When I try to push more, her whole body moves away from me, pushed along by my thrust despite the tentacles holding her. The rest of my cock is just going to go to waste, I guess, because it’s never going to fit in there.

Hm... But it doesn’t have to go entirely to waste, does it? I bring in a couple spare tentacles – I have plenty of spare tentacles – and wrap them around the rest of my length, stroking myself while still inside her. And it’s a good thing, too, because I could barely pull this second knot out of her if I tried. But with my tentacles stroking the rest of my cock and curling around the rest of my knots ... oh yeah. I can already feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm starting to well up inside my new body.

That’s when another of my extra tentacles happens to brush up against her asshole. The same tentacle that was recently inside her pussy. I could do it! I could take my own anal virginity right here and now! I’ve always kind of wanted to try it, but I’ve been afraid that it would hurt. But I won’t be the one getting hurt this time ... and my tentacle is already nice and slippery...

That gives me another idea, though. Who knows what that thing was planning to do with me? Why not really give it to her? Why not pull a little switcharoo? Quickly, I pull one tentacle out of her mouth.

For just a brief moment, she can breathe. “More!” she shouts. “Give me—”

My tentacle forces its way into her mouth again, this time the one still slick with her pussy juices. Let’s see how she likes the taste of her own pussy!

Huh... From the way she’s suckling and working her tongue against my tentacle, it seems she really does like the taste of it. Wow, she’s actually getting into this, isn’t she? Fine. I shove my tentacle even deeper into her throat, until she gags and sputters, spit spilling out around the edges of her mouth. If she wants it, she can have it.

And what about the tentacle that was just in her throat? I stroke myself even harder, already knowing exactly what to do with it. That tentacle goes curling around her leg, past her tail, curls back on itself ... and plunges into her ass. No being gentle here. It’s plenty slick enough from her gooey throat slobber still clinging to it. With that tentacle, I can feel the knot-like bulges on my cock inside her. Ooh! And I feel the tentacle with my cock, too! Now I can stroke the part of my cock that’s inside her just like I’m tentacle-stroking the part that’s outside. Damn this feels good!

Meanwhile, all she can do is whimper. I wonder if this hurts... But I don’t really care. If it makes her too sore, I can always just wait a little longer before swapping back. This is too good to pass up.

If I concentrate on her belly, these monstrous new eyes of mine can see the tentacle moving around my cock inside of her. I can almost manage to wrap it all the way around, but her body just isn’t quite stretchable enough ... and I have to remind myself that I really don’t want to break her. As much fun as that sounds in the moment, it won’t be fun after I take my old body back.

It’s really hard to resist the temptation, though. Especially as she starts to whimper around the tentacle in her mouth. Not whimpering in pain – whimpering needily, desperately. I run my tentacles all over her body, tracing the smooth lines of her convulsing belly, pressing against the slight softness of her tiny tits, gripping the firm curves of her ass. I know she’s cumming now. There’s no doubt about it. Over and over I feel her body squeezing down around my cock and the tentacle up her butt, as if she’s physically begging me to blow my demonic load inside. Her body is practically milking mine...

And it’s working. I can feel it building and building inside me. Holy crap, it’s going to be huge!

I’m not stupid and lust-drunk enough to actually do it inside, though! Who knows what would happen if I did, but I do not want any possibility of getting my old body pregnant with some crazy demon-god spawn!

So what else am I going to do with this massive and inevitable cumshot I feel welling up inside this powerful body of mine?

Well, isn’t it obvious? Without any warning, I entirely pull out of her. The tentacle in her mouth, the tentacle in her ass ... I even rip my cock out of her, despite how tightly her pulsing pussy tries to grip against my knots. She gasps and sputters, finally able to breathe clearly again ... though I’m pretty sure that both of us know that won’t last for long. With the tentacles I’ve wrapped around her body, I effortlessly lift her off of the altar and bring her toward me, forcing her down on the floor on her knees.

“SUCK,” I command, already bringing a pair of tentacles toward the back of her head to force her forward onto my waiting, dripping cock.

Those tentacles weren’t needed. Surprising me, she darts forward all on her own, plunging her mouth down on my cock. If the taste of her own pussy or of my drooling pre-cum bothers her, she sure doesn’t show it. Her eyes stare up at me, twinkling, as she goes deep on my cock, swallowing my first knot as if it’s nothing, and even taking my second knot into her mouth, where it fills her up completely. Despite the way her gagging throat pulses against the first and deepest knot, the look in her eyes is playful, almost challenging.

Bad choice, little mouse girl. You’ve been in this body before. You should know what it’s capable of. You should know better.

With those two tentacles still behind her head, I take hold of her and push. The look in her eyes gratifyingly turns from challenge to shock and fear as my second knot pushes through her mouth and into her throat. I don’t stop until the third knot presses against her lips.

There. Better? She obviously can’t breathe anymore, from the way her body is convulsing, but I don’t care. This won’t take long, anyway. With a calculated risk, I release the tentacles binding her arms. It proves to be a good choice – she reaches up with both hands, using them to rub and cradle my enormous balls. Her hands feel tiny against me there, but it still adds a wonderful extra tingling sensation that’s very quickly driving me over the edge.

I won’t let myself pop quite yet, though. Not with that third knot still outside of her. I need to go deeper.

Good thing I have all the strength I need for that. It doesn’t matter that her mouth is simply too small for this knot, or that her rodent teeth are getting in the way. I push and I squeeze, and she finds a way to make it fit. Ooh... that jaw is going to be sore too, isn’t it? The third knot surges into her mouth, filling her so completely that she can’t even move at all against it. I can feel her tongue trying to move and pleasure the huge bulge in her mouth, but she just can’t move it at all. The first and second knots make visible bulges in her throat.

Oh fuck yeah! It feels so good ... I can’t hold it!

Even though I know I’m already past the point of no return, I still stroke the rest of my cock with my tentacles. Maybe that will make my orgasm even bigger. And just as I hit my absolute peak, I shove a pair of tentacles back into her pussy and asshole from below, instantly throwing her into another orgasm around my throbbing cock.

Hers is nothing compared to mine, though. All hers does is make a little puddle on the floor between her legs. But through my cock rushes unimaginable amounts of cum, forcefully pumping through in a constant, unending stream, jetting straight into her unprepared stomach. “SWALLOW,” I tell her, but it’s completely unnecessary. It’s not even really possible for her to do that, not with my tip already lodged so deeply down and knotted in place.

This orgasm defies all my previous ideas of what an orgasm can be, even previous ones I’ve had in male bodies. I can feel it thrumming through every inch of myself. Even my tentacles are pulsing ... which seems to be setting off another orgasm for her, given the two tentacles inside her. But I’ve never felt such an intense feeling of emptying before, like I’m pouring my entire essence into her. And it’s just endless...

Not actually endless, though. Eventually the constant stream reduces to rhythmic spurts, each one enough to be a ludicrously huge load on its own. Cum pours out from around her mouth and out through her nose as my orgasm finally peters out into normal-sized spurts, then just the last few little drips.

Still, I keep my cock lodged all the way inside her mouth. I’m going to fully enjoy this afterglow. It’s like no other orgasm I’ve ever had!

Below me, she’s an absolute wreck. That excess cum is dripping down all over the front of her body now, and my still-stroking tentacles are helping to rub it into her fur. Her legs are already matted with the evidence of her countless orgasms, and her whole body trembles and jitters. That once-flat belly of hers now bulges outward as if pregnant. Her throat still pulses around my cock ... I don’t know whether she’s trying to gag it up or swallow it deeper, and I don’t care. Ah... So good.

Once I see her eyelids starting to flutter closed, though, I make sure to pull my cock out in a hurry. Thankfully, it’s getting a lot softer now and the knots don’t get stuck very tightly.

She lets out a few fitful sputters once my cock comes out of her mouth. Coughs up a little of my cum. At least she’s breathing, even if she is still wobbling woozily.

Now what, though? I look around at the acolytes surrounding us. They’re all leering. Some of them have obvious boners under their robes. So apparently this display isn’t anything out of the ordinary. The tricky part, though, is how to get my old body out of here, alive. I can’t imagine that they would have allowed me to walk out of here and tell people what happened. They must be planning on disposing of their victim somehow ... or maybe letting their monster do it.

Well, time to push the limits a little. They won’t say no to their god, will they? “THIS ONE,” I say in my best imitation, “I KEEP.”

Not a single one of the acolytes makes the slightest motion to stop me as I pick up the bloated and cum-drenched body in my tentacles. And they don’t do anything when I start walking away, either.

“You... You can teleport,” she manages to mumble, still held in my tentacles.

I realize that two of my tentacles are still inside her pussy and ass; I pull them out. “What?” I say as quietly as this body can.

“Just ... concentrate.” She gasps and coughs up a bit more cum. “The body knows how.”

It’s ... it’s true! I concentrate on wanting to be in an empty field I’m familiar with near my house and ... poof, I’m there. And my former body is still held in my tentacled grip.

“Will you ... change back?”

I look down at her, thinking. It’s a bit tricky, isn’t it? The moment I change back, this thing is going to have so much power over me, and it might very well be out for revenge.

“I CAN’T TRUST YOU.” Even though I’m no longer trying to imitate the monster’s way of speaking, the voice is still so loud if I’m not struggling to keep it quiet.

“I ... promise.” She looks up at me, and from the look in her eyes, I can almost believe her.

But not quite. It’s too risky. She could be playacting and trying to get me to trust her so that she can betray me with her former body’s power and take revenge for everything I’ve done to her. And yet, I do want my old body back. I don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life ... or for the rest of this creature’s life, which might well be forever. Ugh, gross! My body is going to be really sore and bloated when I get it back, but I do want it back. Very much.

Aha! Of course! There’s only one way, really. I just have to fuck her again, fuck her so hard she goes unconscious. Once she’s out cold, it will be safe to switch back. I’ll be able to get away before the demon thing awakens!




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