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Cephalopods, part 3

by Chickenboy

The sail boat drifted on the waves, moving lazily towards the shore in the early morning. With a resounding crash, the ship was thrown onto the rocks, its hull torn open as it sank in the shallows. From inside, hundreds of small shapes shot out into the sea, darting about in many directions as they all headed for the shore. When the last of the small creatures had vacated the wreck, two other forms crawled out, looking on as their children headed out to fulfill their purpose. But the two creatures shared this moment only briefly, slipping into deeper waters and beginning their mating dance all over again.

Mary, like hundreds of others that day, had longed for a relaxing day at the beach. The young woman had made her way down the beach, finding a secluded bay with none of the crowds just around the bend. Setting out her towel and umbrella, she quickly tossed off her shirt and pants and bounded into the surf wearing her tight, neon green one piece. The waves were gentle that day, and she spent a long while lazily swimming around the shallows. After about an hour, Mary turned and headed back towards shore to lounge in the sun, unaware of the dozens of eyes watching her from below.

She was about to touch the bottom, when she suddenly felt something cold and slimy latch onto her wrist. Raising her hand, Mary saw an animal about the size of a softball clinging to her lower arm. It looked like an octopus, having eight arms that were wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet. Its bulbous abdomen had fins running on either side, giving it squid-like characteristics as well. The creature was a brownish-red color with darker stripe patterns, and its cold, yellow eyes seemed to look directly at the human. Mary shook her arm, trying to dislodge the animal, but to no avail.

She gasped as she felt another animal appear out of nowhere, grabbing the elbow on her other arm. A third grabbed her ankle and even more latched themselves onto her foot, neck, thigh and chest. Others attached onto her back and stomach, pulling at the material of her swimsuit curiously. Mary thrashed about, but the animals held tightly. A shiver ran up her spine as the animal on her thigh crawled around and poked its tentacles at her crotch. The animal was quick, finding the edge of her suit and lifting the edge. Trying to grab it, the slippery creature squeezed out of her palm and under her swim suit. She struggled to stay above water as the creature wriggled around in her crotch, bolts of pleasure shooting through her.

As if on cue, all the other creatures detached and swam away, seeming to know their sibling that remained would carry out their purpose and they should find other targets. Mary tried to reach for her crotch, wanting to tear the animal away, but she was paralyzed with pleasure as she felt her vaginal lips pushed apart. Her own juices flowing, the cephalopod found its way inside, pushing inwards into the warm depths of its human host. The animal crawled around in Mary's passage as the human struggled to the shore, crawling onto the sand as she panted. Even still wet from the ocean, a visible stream of fluids flowed from her crotch. With a loud scream she was brought to orgasm as the animal pressed against her cervix, clipping inside in the midst of her muscle contractions. The cold weight inside her made her cringe, but she oddly enjoyed it as strange feelings began to spread.

For several minutes she writhed on the sand as she felt her innards shifting. The feelings culminated when she felt strange muscle contractions, and a definite weight moving back down her passage. Mary thought it had to be the creature coming back out, and did her best to help push it along. Sitting on her knees, she looked down as the fluids continued to drip out of her snatch. Soon the object began to emerge, forming a very visible lump in her swim suit. The strange sensations lessened for a moment, Mary hoping the animal would crawl out and leave. But the mound in her crotch remained still, and twangs of pleasure were felt as she tentatively poked it. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slipped her arms out of her suit and began to peel the lycra off her body. As her crotch was revealed, the slimy fabric sticking to her skin, she shut her eyes as the pleasure built, slipping her legs out and leaving her completely nude.

Opening her eyes, Mary went wide eyed at what she saw. A tube of reddish-brown, rubbery flesh emerged from her pussy, roughly four inches long and two across. Running her finger along its edge, she shivered at the pleasure that seemed to overwhelm all sense of apprehension and drive her to continue. She parted her vaginal lips, feeling the point where the tube and her flesh joined about an inch inside of her. Poking two digits into the tube itself, the muscular passage closed and seemed to suck on her fingers, drawing more pleasure out of her as new changes began.

Her feet began to merge together, a lip of flesh progressing up her legs and drawing them together. It was like a sleeping bag was being slipped around her legs, and she could feel them merging as the fleshy growth continued upwards. Oddly enough, Mary didn't fight the changes, subconsciously welcoming them. The flesh covering her legs became thicker, taking on the same reddish-brown color and striped pattern as the creature that had violated her. Soon the forming mantle had covered her knees, thighs and even further. The flesh grew around her lower abdomen, growing over her buttocks and covering the top of her crack, growing down in a deep-v, the syphon now located at the junction. Now, from the waist down, she had a complete abdomen encasing her legs, the sides pulsating slightly, revealing some of her reshaped lower body resting within it. As her legs finished merging inside her mantle, two long ribbons of flesh grew out from its sides, meeting at the end point.

The transformation progressed to her upper half, radiating out from her syphon. Her skin changed color, matching her lower half as her breasts expanded, leaking rivulets of ink as they swelled. Her fingers became webbed, and the palms of her hand grew suction cups. All remaining hair on her body fell out, leaving her completely smooth as her skin coloration continued to change. Her head became only slightly more bulbous as her face pushed forward. Her teeth fell out as two hard, bony protrusions grew out of her gums, forming a beak. Opening her eyes, which were now larger and a deep yellow color, the cephalopod creature let out a gurgling sound as her massage brought her to climax, her skin finishing its change. As the massive orgasm rocked her body, eight long fingers of flesh shot out from around her mouth, writhing in the air before hanging loosely down to her chest, the bottom of each new tentacle covered in suction cups.

Her human mind faded away, only a few notions of her previous life remaining intact. In their place were the memories of her brief life. She remembered hatching from an egg in the warm, tropical seas along with hundreds of other siblings, her parents, the two hermaphrodite cephalopods, looking down at her. The family spent several weeks around the island, feeding and gathering their strength. During this time she learned of their true nature, how her parents were once humans and how they were destined to reclaim the oceans by changing any humans they encountered. After a time, the whole family had piled into the sailboat anchored offshore, sailing back to its home port and wrecking it on the rocks, letting them scatter and search for hosts. Mary could see her human self, swimming at the surface as her cephalopod self and siblings began latching onto her body. In her mind, the transformed woman could see herself pushing into the human body, feel the sensation of muscles around her as she pushed into the woman's womb and began the merger, the first step of the transformation. From there everything went blank until the moment her yellow eyes opened and the memories flooded back.

Mary no longer thought of herself as human, but as part of a superior species. In the back of her mind she knew that it was her duty to spread the cause, convert more of the land dwellers into the creatures they were meant to be. She wanted nothing more than to procreate the gift she had been given, thinking of how she would transform her friends, family and even random strangers. Flipping over, the creature crawled towards the surf, pausing as a chorus of yells and cries drifted through the air from up the beach. She smiled, as much as her beaked faced allowed, knowing that the throngs of beachgoers were having their own encounters with the onslaught of baby cephalopods, eager to find hosts and bring the humans into their family. She also was smiling in the knowledge that, while she wasn't the first to hatch, she was indeed the true first of her kind. The new cuttlefish felt serene, ready to begin the great tasks ahead of her.

Pulling herself the rest of the way into the water, she swam easily through the surf, watching as the glorious scene unfolding at the surface as her siblings continued their work. She was soon joined by others, each baby creature having found its mark, with hundreds of humans now crowding the water in various stages of transformation. Now that her brothers and sisters were coming into their own, she began to expect the next stage in their plan. Like their two parents were certainly doing, they would mate and produce offspring. Then they and their own progeny would find even more humans and the cycle would begin again. Spying one human nearly fully changed, Mary began swimming towards him to begin their mating dance.