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Disclaimer - This is a commonplace everyday piece of anthropomorphic octopus erotica. Since the genre has been so well established, I'm sure you'd only want to go on if you were looking for a tentacular intertwining time to thrill your senses and delight your mind. If that's not what you are here for than I highly recommend you return to the shallow end and forget about this whole thing. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read this if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

A Gift From The Depths

It turns out that snorkel diving is actually pretty nice where the water is warm enough that you don't need a wet suit. Hunter had never really considered it because the coast back where he lived was full of rocky cliffs and sneaker waves, and anyways, it was way too cold to ever tempt anyone to go swimming there anyways. But here, everything was completely different. The water was blue, and just cold enough to be refreshing, the beaches were sandy, and the sub tropical sun shone brightly overhead.

Really it had been the fact that renting a snorkel and a boxy mask was only five dollars, as opposed to the eighty plus deposit to rent a boat. He knew that he really shouldn't have cared that much because he had spent thousands on the tickets to fly out here in the first place, but he was actually glad that he had gone the cheap route now, as it was a delightfully personal experience, letting him explore at his whim.

There were harmless little arm-sized sharks that slowly slid their way through the water, wide eyes seeming to follow him curiously while he floated along between them. Diving down through the amazingly clear water, he could also find grumpy small crabs near the rocks at the seafloor that would rear up and scuttle away sideways whenever he tried to get a good look at them. It was odd, being able to feel what a sea star's rough but slippery skin felt like, or even carefully rub a finger against the abrasive edges of the little coral beds that cropped up here and there, brightly colored anemones nestled in between them and grasping at his fingertips when he brushed by.

Hunter was really getting quite good at holding his breath for about a minute at a time and just kind of relaxing in the soundless calm of the depths when he decided to try going in amongst the green and wavy garden of underwater foliage. The long stemmed leafy plants felt slimy against his skin as he sank through them. The shadows they left on the sandy ocean floor were amazing, almost like cursive script posing as a moving silhouette. Going up briefly for air, he submerged himself again, swimming deeper towards what looked like a rocky outcropping in the center of the waving green.

Out of the corner of his eye he swore that he saw something bright and bluish pull itself back into the rough stones, but when he looked for it again it simply wasn't there. Swimming in a little closer, he smiled, this was a perfect secluded little underwater glen, shrouded from the coast by the waving foliage. He was pausing to admire it as something brushed against his calf, and then stung into his skin, causing him to sputter cough as the snorkel left his mouth with a series of silver frothing bubbles.

Panicking, he turned to see the thick metallic end of one of the largest fishing hooks he had ever seen lodged in the fleshy part of his leg, red and white bobber suspending the line it was attached to. He tried to push himself up through the water, but the hook caught fast, and pulled at his leg, causing a thin crimson ribbon to drift through the water before his thrashing erased it. The thick high gauge line was tangled in the rocks below him, and he desperately swam down and tried to pry it away as his lungs began to heave and sear with the need for air.

His arms were getting tangled up in the line and his vision was going black as he struggled, mouth filled with the biting taste of salty water. His vision was getting dim when he felt the waving green plants seem to condense and slide against him, trapping him in the briny depths to die a terrible death. He closed his eyes and made one last tug, pulling fruitlessly as his limbs began to feel dull and heavy.

Something wrapped against his head curiously, tugging off his rectangular goggles and letting the cold water splash in against his eyes and nose. All he could see when he opened his eyes was a stinging blurred blue, but something wrapped around his head with odd strength, sticking to the flesh of his neck as a hard smooth object pressed itself against his mouth, prying his lips open and forcing a jet of terribly salty water down his bile filled throat in a pressured stream. Hunter felt the thing pulling out and pressing in, roughly kneading above his shoulders as the water filled his lungs and the pressure felt like it was making the flesh of his neck bulge out taut.

The grasping protrusions on either side pulled back, stretching his flesh until with a grinding pop they pulled away, letting the pressure flow out of him as the burning in his lungs began to die down.

Was this it? Was he dead? Hunter could feel cool water somehow drifting in through either side of his throat and he raised his hand up, amazed that he had enough energy to move his arm. The skin on his neck felt strange and rubbery, twitching with odd muscular contractions as he rubbed over it. Something was wrong though. There were gaping pulling holes there, and he could feel the water rushing in and out of them as the pain of having water in his lungs slowly faded . . . It felt like he was trying to breathe through a heavy blanket, but somehow he _was_breathing . . .

He tried opening his eyes again, but he still couldn't make out anything other than vague dark and light shapes before the stinging salt water made him clench them shut again. What was going on . . . How was he possibly still alive? Something brushed against him again, and he thrashed around in fear, the hook in his leg tearing against his flesh, water searing his wound as he felt something suddenly wrap tightly around his legs, preventing him from making any headway, or from damaging himself further. He lashed out with his arms, which pressed against something soft and rubbery, muscular and yielding before they too were encircled by impossibly long wrapping appendages that pulled against his skin with a thousand points of tight suction.

Whatever it was clenched itself tight against him, even going so far as to wrap around his head and pull back, holding his body still as that smooth hard protrusion scraped over his skin towards his eyes. He had no defense against the beast's immense strength as he felt that odd beak-like thing open and something slippery slide against the corner of his eyelid. It forced itself up under his clenched skin, licking across his salty orb in measured strokes before carefully repeating the process, flicking across his other eyeball before pulling back.

When he opened his eyes again, it was like the difference between night and day. The water was perfectly clear around him, but he found himself staring into the jagged pupils of something pressing against his face. He tried screaming, but all that came out was a rush of water, and all of the sudden the thing unclenched from around him, darting back and pulling itself behind the big pile of dark rocks. It was amazingly fast, but looked like some kind of squid or octopus of some sort, but really big . . . and not right somehow.

Yet the question remained, why was he still alive at all? Somehow, he didn't even feel the burning need to rise to the surface anymore, and he realized that his body was pumping water through those strange rounded rubbery protrusions on his neck. . . Were they, gills? His mind raced, and his leg flared into pain, tugging as he drifted to the end of the slack in the fishing line still lodged in the rocks. There were pinkish rings left on his skin where the thing had grabbed him, but they were quickly fading, leaving no permanent damage.

Had that thing . . . saved him? Hunter ran a hand through his hair which bobbed out in all directions around him. It had to have been, there was no other explanation . . . and he had tried to hit it, to kill it. He wasn't sure exactly how this had happened. Perhaps this was all just the fevered dream of his oxygen starved brain, but it felt so real, and now he wished that he could apologize somehow, or at least express that he was thankful to . . . whatever it was. As he thought, he still had to very meticulously focus on pumping his lungs, which left him feeling slightly out of breath.

Sinking down towards the rocks in a surreal spiral, the man did his best to look non-threatening. It was hard even thinking of how to communicate underwater, but he held his palms up in front of him lamely in an attempt at parlay. Although he was glad when he saw movement, the hairs on the back of his neck still pricked up like he was watching a monster movie. First a bluish tentacle slid out from between the rocks, and the thing's bulbous head peaked over, almost like a curious ground squirrel peaking out of its hole.

Hunter felt his skin crawl as the thing pulled itself slowly out into the open water: a strange flowing creature of dark blue skin with red spots and rings, its myriad curled limbs drifting around it. The underside of its thick tentacles were much lighter, almost white, and as they rose up to connect to its main mass a thin stretched-out membrane connected them, looking oddly like a dress in the partially lit shadows of the waving seaweed. What was odd though is that it was not entirely octopus. Above the tentacles was something resembling a smooth torso, with two strange tentacles as arms, bifurcated at the ends which gave them a strange abstract finger-like quality. Between these two appendages rest the thing's head, a thick long fleshy sack that hung back and pulsed as the thing . . . breathed? Is that what the man's own neck looked like, widening holes flaring in and out like that?

Its jagged pupiled eyes were the strangest part. Obviously intelligent, but Hunter had no clue of the creature's feelings as they just seemed so dispassionate. And they flanked an odd avian looking beak that must have served as the thing's mouth . . . If he could have laughed underwater, he would have, just from the sheer insanity of it as he tugged at the thick line, pointed to his hooked leg, and then put his hands together and bowed his head in thanks as the creature watched him with undulating tentacles and a wary, almost shy gaze.

Cautiously, the strange animal approached him, myriad suckered legs working in synchronicity, pulling it along the ocean floor. Hunter's labored breathing came out faster, but his perceived debt kept his nerves calm as the wriggling mass approached. It reached out haltingly with one of its forked arms, brushing against the skin of his cheek and his shoulder at the same time. Its skin was rubbery, but the man could feel the strange sinewy muscles clenching underneath as all of the suckers seemed to move independently, gently popping against his flesh in a strange tattoo.

Hunter raised his own hand slowly, and the thing pulled back, skin fading into a bright and alarmed red as it poised, ready to bolt. He stopped moving for a second, letting the creature relax before gently letting one fingertip brush against the thing's strangely textured tentacle that grasped against his ear quizzically. The tip rubbed around his lobe and poked into the hole in the center gently, almost like it had seen a human before, but never got to touch one up close.

Well, whatever kind of strange first contact this was, Hunter realized that he would be dead now if it wasn't for this thing, so he let it continue. He wasn't sure how he was going to pay this thing back, but Hunter had always been a man with an archaic sense of honor, and so he felt that he had to try.

The creature's other tentacles moved in tentatively, feeling around the rest of his form with the same curiosity. Hunter reciprocated, running his hands over the thing's strange rubbery chest, moving up to feel its strange parrot-like beak and undulating pulled-back head. It was like that strange mouth adornment was the only hard part of the thing's entire body, and the rest was all stretchy tensile flesh. The odd beast seemed to have no problem controlling all of its waving limbs at once as it puzzled over the man, tugging quizzically at his Hawaiian print swim trunks like they were the one thing it didn't understand.

Well, it probably hadn't ever encountered clothes . . . it wasn't like it needed them. So the man decided to explain in the best way he could as he loosened the knot holding them tight against him, and began to wriggle them off, exposing himself completely. He twitched in pain as they passed where the hook was still lodged in him, and the octopus-like creature let go in alarm as he fidgeted. It didn't work quite the way he wanted to as the shorts were now stuck on the line between him and the rock, but at least it would be a little easier to understand this way.

The thing curiously poked and prodded the Bermuda shorts, and Hunter helped him explore the empty pockets and and understand that he could run his white curious suckered tentacle through the leg holes. Smirking, Hunter thought it looked like some kind of cartoon character with octopus legs curling through the bright fabric. But past that, he was getting really tired of the hook painfully embedded in his leg . . .

Their tenuous relation was strengthened by mutual inquiry, and hunter began to examine the hook lodged deep withing the flesh of his calf. It burned whenever he flexed the muscle, and he could barely touch the thick metal base without wordlessly screaming. It must have been expertly barbed, because it seemed almost irreparably stuck inside of him. The thin end of a tentacle carefully joined his fingers, pulling back as he winced again in pain while the strange creature made eye contact and its skin pulsed into a deep calming magenta color.

Hunter was surprised as myriad tentacles begin to clasp gently around his feet, suction cups sticking against his flesh. They grasped and writhed around his toes, getting a good grip before slowly beginning to constrict, not painfully, but more like a strange wrapping massage. The creature steadied itself, grasping against the man's shoulders with its strange boneless arms, staring into his altered "W" shaped pupils as all eight of its other tentacles writhed in and kneaded around his toes.

His skin began feeling nice and cool, relaxed in a way that it never had before. His toes curled against themselves in strange pleasure as the teasing rope like tips bound his smallest two toes together, and then the next two, and then wrapped around his biggest toe, squeezing them all at the same time, it was a mirror image on his other foot as the tentacles worked in perfect synchronicity. His curling toes began to feel strange, more adroit than he remembered them being as they clenched against the rubbery flesh around them. There was also a strange pleasant crackling in his smaller toes as they were clenched together with firm constrictions until they almost felt like one supple digit.

After a brief pause he looked up into the thing's seemingly passive gaze. Its skin lightened slightly before it began to tug out in all different directions, stretching his feet out with maddening tightness before there was a strange slick feeling that lanced pleasurably through him. It felt like something had given way, like a knot of flesh being kneaded out during a physical therapy session. And then, with a halting twist, there were a million new sensations to process that caused his mouth to hang open in the shadowy depths.

He looked down through the mass of entwining tentacles as he tried to make sense of it. His toes writhed, but more than that, something about them wriggled. Something that was amazingly sensitive, and seemed to tell him more and more about the strong thick tentacles tugging at his flesh. Hunter's feet grabbed against the rubbery appendages in a way that he wasn't able to a second ago and he tried to process this strange new feeling, looking closer through the obscuring limbs, until he saw a few strangely colored pale thin tentacles writhing amongst the dark blue ones and suddenly understood.

His legs clenched as the creature gingerly yanked again, pulling out three fleshy writhing tentacles from the flesh that used to be Hunter's foot. His bones popped and dissolved with each yanking tug, feeling amazingly sensitive as hundreds of tiny suction cups formed and wiggled into questing new existence, seeking out and wrapping around the creature's own grasping limbs. His shocked mind couldn't even register the other tinny sensation beginning to build up as he watched the bulge of his ankle smoothed down and gently pulled out into three separate clenching thickening limbs that all seemed to have minds of their own.

Should he be screaming and running . . . or swimming? He didn't know. It didn't hurt, but . . . was he changing into a monster? It didn't feel like it. It just felt strange. Very, very strange. Hunter's hands balled into fists as he tried to think straight. The tentacles wrapped around him, pulling his own flesh out longer and thicker, becoming boneless and strong. It was like something was unzipping the insides of his calves with a tickling feather duster. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a silent motion of his lips that made the octopus-thing cock its head to the side, color deepening into a questioningly violet shade of purple.

It almost had a look of concentration in its strange orange eyes as it squeezed and writhed, strange bifurcated arms still grasping his shoulders tightly. There was a strange tense moment as it tenderly pulled apart his flesh before hunter felt a sudden surge of relief. It took him a second to see what it was. The wickedly barbed massive hook was pulled down into the water, no longer a part of him as his old swim trunks getting tangled on the barbs while Hunter stared in amazement.

This thing was just helping him . . . in its own strange pulsing way. And here he had been second-guessing it. With a mental resolve, he decided that he was going to let this thing try what it may without judgment. It was so alien, but so far it only seemed to have his best interests in mind as it continued stretching and wrapping around him all the way up to his changing knees. His breathing was still seemingly constrained, his chest beginning to ache with the effort, but he barely noticed it as he smacked his lips together and tried to puzzle something out.

As his forming tentacle-like legs writhed and wrapped around the creature's own, pulsing thicker as they grew closer towards the rest of his body, he realized that he didn't even notice the taste of the salt in the water anymore. There was something else though. It was vaguely metallic, but also strangely comforting, with a strange tinge that reminded him of lavender. But the water didn't taste like that. . . He reached down to where the tentacles writhed around him, not wanting to interfere, but far too curious as he let the wriggling tip of one of his new appendages wrap tightly around his finger.

The strange circular gills in the side of the creature's head pulsed jovially as the man's eyes widened. He could taste his own flesh, the weird salty human taste of the skin on his finger, but not in his mouth . . . it was completely different, and he realized that what he was tasting was the other tentacles that were now haltingly dividing his legs into six fleshy appendages. It wasn't the same as licking them necessarily, but each of his new pulsing rubbery suction cups told him strange new snippets of odoriferous information.

This creature was old, but solitary. It had a bitter tang of loneliness to it, but more prominently his changing legs absorbed the flavor of a hopeful eagerness, something that made his new tentacles twist and writhe against themselves. Something decidedly slippery and sultry that made him grit his teeth and clench tighter as his knees crackled and popped, each pulled out into three separate fleshy contracting limbs by tender but firm tugs.

With a blush, he realized that his member was bobbing about before him, now rock hard as his body was kneaded out longer and stretchier. He couldn't explain why, but he wrapped his arms around the thing's ductile shoulders, making it jerk slightly in alarm. But Hunter was gentle, and he slowly pulled himself in, opening his mouth and licking over the edges of the surprised creature's hooked yellow beak. This was how humans tasted each other.

The edges of the smooth beak were thin and hard and he ran his tongue slowly over the enamel as the stretching tugging below him faltered for a second, and he slipped his warm tongue inside of the animal's surprised mouth. It wasn't warm like he had expected, but it was delightfully slick, and the creature's own smooth black pointed tongue stirred and tentatively lapped against his own as he leaned in further.

As his legs were slowly kneaded and tugged longer, a stretchy membrane began to connect all of them and he could feel it pull and contract as his new limbs writhed. Near their forming bases his new tentacles were all amazingly thick and strong, wider around than his arms and filled with supple clenching bands of corded animal muscle. His suction cups were now as wide around as quarters, and instead of the writhing tingling at the end of his skinny tips, he could feel them squeeze and press out individually, grasping desirously against the creature's own as he tasted its rising passion.

Closing his eyes, Hunter leaned in and lapped around the insides of the beautiful animal's smooth dark mouth as his lips began to twitch and quiver. They lightened in hue, feeling oddly stiff as they began to condense and click against the smooth enamel of the beak-like mouth. The tip of his tongue wriggled and writhed, squeezing down and taking on a smooth black pigmentation that raced out to spread around the inside of his altering mouth. His jaws ached, pulling into a bony ridge as the sultry being leaned into the kiss as well, licking around his changing maw.

The flavor inside of his mouth was different than the tastes he could feel with his tentacles. More distinct, and flaring into sensation as his forming muted yellow beak clacked against the animal's own as it pressed slowly out of his face. The feelings of the hazy passionate taste and that strangely audible clacking resounding into his core made him grind his hips against the thing's rubbery flesh, made slightly slicker by a steady dribble of pre from the tip of his throbbing member.

Hugging him close, the thing clenched its writhing tentacles tight around his changed legs, straining and pulling, stretching the strong membrane between them taut with one last sinuous tug that showed just how pliable the man's desirous new limbs were before unclenching his suckers and pulling back with a series of pops that rang like bubble-wrap being pressed against the man's spine. Untended for the first time, Hunter's new tentacles flailed out uncontrollably. Well, he could move them, but it was difficult to keep track of every sinuous movement as they bobbed all around him.

The creature pulled back from their kiss, giving his shiny beak a cute lap as he reached out with his own tentacles and showed Hunter how to roll the tips of his new legs up against themselves. That made it a little easier to comprehend, but it was disconcerting because he could taste his new flesh with his thousands of tiny little suckers . . . and it was oddly comforting. He grabbed one of his sensitive thick tentacle-bases in his hand and squeezed. It was so strangely pliable, boneless; however, as soon as he flexed the appendage, he could feel his corded muscle tighten until it seemed stronger than steel. But, there were two rents in his smooth pliant membrane that he found while rubbing his hand along the smooth skirt-like skin, one in front and one in back, like something was missing, or unfinished . . .

Hunter was so absorbed by the sensations of controlling his new body that he barely realized the playful beast had bobbed up above him, casting its shadow down on the man's changed body as he looked down and his blue skin changed to a pleasing rosy pink a moment before a huge cloud of inky blackness exploded out under his tentacles, engulfing the man in a musky scented cloud of swirling pigment. Confused, the man gyrated about in blindness for a second before comforting entwining tentacles slid down and grasped him under the armpits, sliding around and clenching against his chest, sticking to the thick bases of his new legs, and even wrapping around the sides of his head and tugging with the full suction of their suckers both large and small.

The tentacles began to writhe with muscular contractions as he was dragged from the dissipating cloud of darkness back in to the brilliant clear blue waters with light flowing in through the waving green underwater foliage. Blinking, he looked down and realized that his entire body was dyed a deep shade of charcoal black that seemed to have seeped into everything except his still light suction cups, even under his nails. It felt so nice to be clenched in tight by the strange creature, and he felt its tentacles all over his body begin to pull up without unclenching their suckers, raising up little mounds of his skin as it became more pliant and incredibly sensitive.

It stung in the best of ways as they snapped off of him, pulling up his now rubbery skin and letting it slap back down, leaving red circles and spots against his inky black skin. Hunter gasped, opening his beak and sucking in water as the sultry suckers rasped and tugged at his flesh, leaving behind their strangely attractive patterns. As the thick tentacles ripped off of his chest, he raised his fingers up, rubbing against his smooth pliant skin where his nipples used to be, but were now lost amongst the crimson circles making up his dazzling markings.

It was then that the tentacles wrapped around his head and pulled him up, nestling him against the strong thick supple bases of his mentor's appendages. He could feel the huge writhing cups suckle in at his hair as it seemed to melt away, falling into the ocean and drifting off unseen as that strong nexus of flesh began to pull and stretch around him. His mind felt strange as his skull softened and his skin thickened up, becoming as strong and flexible as the creature's own as the thick tentacle bases massaged him while the drifting tips of the thing's appendages occasionally brushed against his own, creating a delightful mix of blue black and red. His beak clacked in bliss as the strong suckers continued kneading his fleshy head to the tune of some firm and lusty unheard rhythm.

Breathing was becoming easier, and he felt the cold sea water rush inside between his ears. It felt so much better as his eyes bulged out to the sides and the skin on his changing head stretched and gently pulled outwards into wonderfully sensitive soft and jostling blackness. His nose slowly sealed up and pulled back into uniform pliant softness as tentacles kneaded his ears against his bulging skin, pressing them slowly back as they merged seamlessly into his jet flesh with a slick cool sensation that made him shiver and wriggle the tips of his tentacles as his strange savior unclenched from around him with a lusty squelch, letting his new soft jet black head hang back over his shoulders as he wriggled and contracted it experimentally.

He no longer needed to think about his breaths at all, and the water flowed in and out of him with a pliant ease. Hunter realized that he could now feel the currents in a strange new and sensitive way, knowing exactly where the gently rocking water would take him a second before it happened. It also made him keenly aware of the creature swimming back before him, looking towards him expectantly as it paused for a moment, as if savoring its work.

Multitasking seemed to come naturally to the cute blue and red beast, and it was picking up the pace as Hunter felt his body begin to change more, becoming soft and squeezable; perfectly at home in the wonderfully calm water. First, the strange animal divided its lower tentacles between Hunter's front and back, right where he had noticed the gaps in between his tentacles earlier. It payed special attention to his rock hard fledgling tentacle in the front, wrapping around it and squeezing hard enough to make Hunter's whole body tense in bliss. What's more, the creature knew that there should be another tentacle in the back, and so it strained and tugged at the flesh above his tailbone, slowly pulling out a straining pseudopod of jet skin that it began to squeeze and stretch out longer.

Hunter found that his hands were drifting down to his cock that was being ever so roughly molested by the thing's careful attention, wrapping and pulling against him with impossible swelling sensation. But his arms were intercepted by the being's own amazingly strong and adroit forked tentacled limbs. The dexterous dual tips wrapped around his hands, one part clenching in at his thumbs as the other wrapped around all four of his other fingers, pulling them tight against each other. The man squeezed against the beast's strange limbs tenderly as they began to squeeze and contort around him, seeming to make his thumbs thicken and swell out as his fingers were crackingly ground together into one strong wriggling mass.

Down below Hunter felt his cock begin to jerk and tug of its own volition, harder than it ever had before as it was teased and fondled. His flesh seemed to be curling back against the four tentacles that grasped and tugged at his most sensitive maleness above his clenched testes.

Behind him, one teasing appendage circled around his tight anus, feeling him writhe against its sensitive tip as the other three pulled out the thick base of a fresh new tentacle from his lower back as if it were some kind of tail. His tight balls were grasped and pushed at with intense tender pressure, and hunter gritted his teeth as they slowly sank throbbingly back into his tensile flesh, making his dick pulse that much harder as it began to jerk and pull, even bending back to touch itself which made his synapses light up with ecstasy and his skin lighten for a second; communicating his pulsing pleasure with his impressive chromatic detail.

As the base of his new tentacle thickened behind him his asshole was pulled into the center of his writhing new "legs" flanked by the thick strong white suckers of his tentacles as the beast's sensitive wriggling tip rubbed in harder and his ass began to stretch and shift, skin lightening as it became more pliant and sensitive than he could imagine as the little suckers pulled and popped against the clenched rim of squeaky flesh. It felt so different, but good in a way that he had never considered before.

His hands were beginning to pull out, newly formed dual flexible fingers twining in with the creature's own as they thickened into rollingly flexible digits, little cups welling into existence on the light colored bottoms, much more fine and sensitive than those on the the limbs below him, well, except for that one particular puling one in front which was being rolled and kneaded between four thick tentacles with tender rhythmic motions. He looked into his new lover's orange eyes and leaned in, pulling their sinuous chests together as his new thick fingertips were pulled in opposite directions, making his senses flare into sensitivity as his wrists were divided into limber black flesh that writhed against the creature's own.

Cock aching, the tentacles began to pull against it, stretching his flesh as a dull smoldering heat began to build up inside of him. The tip slimmed down, becoming slimmer as it was squeezed and kneaded, but oddly no suction cups formed along the end, and it remained smooth and pliant, making him shudder as it writhed against his rubbery flesh as the base began to pulse and swell, becoming massive and girthy as white grasping cups pushed out and twisted needfully below the smooth black tip.

The betentacled being pulled out his flesh behind him which twitched and yanked with increasing strength every time his anus was poked and prodded, becoming smooth and delightfully lissome as he clenched. It felt almost as good as his twisting cock being teased out longer and thicker, but in a different, more body-wide way. It made him shudder as the tentacle was replaced by another, one that was a little smoother, and made his tentacle being pulled out above his ass wrench and pull out further as it scraped against him with its tip which was oddly devoid of grasping little suckers . . .

Arms beginning to writhe and undulate, his two fingers were stopped being bifurcated out somewhere halfway up his forearms. His fleshy sack-like head was pulsing and bulging in the equivalent of deep breaths as he felt his unneeded bones twist and be reformed into sinewy muscle. Bigger dime sized suction cups flared into existence where the fork of his new fingers met as the creature's caresses moved further up his arms, stretching and massaging them in the best of ways.

The writhing tip of Hunter's tentacle-cock leaked out a viscous goo that his other tentacles could taste diffusing in the water as it was wrapped around and tugged longer. It was now twisting and squeezing against the tentacles encircling around it with amazing mobility as it was stroked and teased. The whole length pulsed as it was yanked longer, membrane connecting to the base as it was nestled at home between his other billowing limbs. The sense of odd completeness made his other tentacles writhe and pull sympathetically as the larger suckers begin to well into existence along its thickening base, jostling against his others as the creature's smooth prodding length rubbed against them all, nestled in his nexus of large white writhing cups.

His rounded gill-holes widened as the smooth tentacle pressed tighter and tighter against his clenching altered orifice. Hunter could taste the spicy heat of the thing's slippery pre as it pushed against his clenched white flesh. Behind him, his new rear tentacle was stretched longer as the base thickened up, pulsing as it connected to the black and red spotted billowing membrane, making it a full circle that caught against the water in tugs that made them bob together. Then with a slick shove, the cup-less tentacle tip strained and writhed forward, slowly slipping inside of his clenching ass.

It slid deeper and deeper, straining him gently wider as it began to lubricate his hole with spurts of slick clear gel. Hunter's tentacles all curled back on themselves in bliss, except for his transformed penis and his new flexible arms that wrapped themselves around the animal and pulled him tight against it, his jostling head straining against its smooth blue chest. The pulsing tentacle built up a rhythm inside of him, sliding two inches deeper for every inch it slid out as the man could feel himself actually clenching hard enough to strain and flatten the mussels of the flexible tip that writhed within him. Having no bones felt amazing . . .

The tip of his own cock turned tentacle jolted out another spurt of more viscous goo, lighting up his strange new senses while the bizarre member inside of him pushed in tighter and tighter. But it was strange. He felt like he had no limits, it was so tense and tight, but there was no pain, his hips had long sense changed into a writhing solid muscular base, but that just meant that the possibilities were limitless, not nearly restricted as they had been when he was a simple constrained human being.

Suddenly, something tingled against the edges of his amazing new cloacal hole; little white cups that ground against him and lit up his senses as they too were forced inside of his pliant body. His insides wrenched and convulsed around the wriggling mass, making the invading tentacle shudder against his insides as its skin blushed into a pleasured pinkish hue. The cups that strained into his flesh like some velveteen saw made his gills begin to quicken their gaping pace as the tentacle shoved in up to its girthy midsection, making Hunter's own skin flush a dark maroon color as his eyes widened and he felt the entire long length within him begin to arc and twist and writhe.

Their limbs all entwined and the beast's beak clacked opened and shut repeatedly, pressure building up as his flesh all stiffened, deliciously stretching out his insides as coursing heat began to pulse through that tentacle and hot waves of cloudy whiteness were pumped out in forceful clenching waves inside of the man's changed contorting insides. Hunter's belly bulged out slightly with the force of the molten waves of seed within him and his black tongue ran over the smooth edges of his yellowish beak while his insides went ballistic. He felt himself writhing and clenching, kneading at the twisting mass of rubbery flesh until he had milked it for every last ounce of that delicious octopine seed that seeped into his mercurial insides.

The long slippery length of the tentacle embedded in him slid slowly back, letting his taut hole relax and his eager cups sample the flavor of the amorous creature's potent maleness. They both were quickly pulling in labored "breaths" of water as the man leaned in and their beaks pressed together in a passionate kiss, tongues running together in an almost human fashion that the octopus-thing had never considered before, but now enjoyed as his exhausted form smouldered with heat at the slick smooth contact.

Pulling back and looking down at himself, the man saw that his body had finished changing into something that was flowingly beautiful. His tentacles all billowed with languid grace. All of them had red circles and spots adorning them that thinned out toward the inky tips except for two that were solid jet black, save for their whitish grasping suction cups. The beautiful membrane that connected the stocky bases of his lower appendages rippled and pulsed as he moved with a lovely satiny flowing motion that concealed his great tensile strength.

The octopus admired his new found companion, eyes tracing up his smooth torso with attractive rounded splotches of vivid carmine. His belly bulged out slightly with the aftermath of their mating, and made the creature happy to have seeded such a beautiful sultry animal. The once human's arms were now thick and rope-like limbs that split off some way down their length into adroit dual tentacled tips that pressed against the man's own body, feeling the firm bases to his tentacles, rubbing across his supple chest, sliding over his smooth solid beak, and grasping his flexible pulsing head. He still hadn't quite mastered the art of pigmentation, but as one of his wandering two tined hands brushed down the length of his one _unique_tentacle, his dark color lightened into a needy blue.

Hunter pulled himself towards his savior turned lover, wrapping around his various limbs gently, entwining around them as he reached down with one of his flexible arms, and squeezed between the thick pulsing bases of his mate's blue tentacles. His suckerd fingertips found that clenched white-fleshed hole waiting there, tensing as he teased at it in small gentle circles that made the beast's lovely "W" pupiled eyes widen in surprise. The slippery cups of his fingers tightened, grasping against either side of the tense fleshed hole, pulling apart and then pushing back together gingerly, feeling as the flesh began to reverberate and writhe and the heavy tentacle bases began to squeeze against his arm as their tips curled up on themselves.

It felt so different, and the creature shuddered in bliss as it was massaged by the creative forked hand of its lover. He was just so bold and lusty now that the Octopus blushed a greenish hue tinged with a red that matched those spots dappling his protege's form. Hunter's other hand wrapped around the smooth wriggling tip of his own cock turned tentacle, smearing it with his passionate, tasty pre as he let it go and it snaked about underneath him. The creature could also taste his slippery animal lust as it poked in between the bases of all his tentacles that clenched gently around the slick member as he slipped past them.

As soon as the tip of his maleness pressed against that tight hole that had been loosened up by his teasing fingertips, Hunter huffed out a stream of water, head contracting in pleasure as he rubbed in against the tight rubbery white opening. It resisted, being pressed in tighter and tighter as his pre made it slick and smooth, making the tip of his wriggling cock burn with pleasure. His tongue ran over his sharp enamel lips as he tensed, sliding slowly and intensely forward as the hole slowly gave way, opening before him as the entire tip of his snaking altered member slid solidly into the clenching flesh.

It was so strong as it writhed around him, stretching out his slick tip as tight as it could go before relaxing and clenching again and again. Gingerly, he pressed in deeper, tentacles entwined with the wriggling beast's own as he began to slide back and forth, slickening the way as he ground in further and further into those intense engulfing depths. The pleasure made his mind hum with bliss as he rocked his body, but there was also something human that he wanted to show his lover that it was sure to enjoy.

By sense of touch only, Hunter knew which one of the sultry animal's tentacles lacked tiny cups around the tip, and he drew that one tenderly upwards, able to taste the echos of virility along its length. He took it tenderly between his writhing arms, and stroked it gently, eyes lighting up as he felt a shudder pass through his lover as its depths clenched around Hunter's tentacle-cock, the entire smooth tip now buried in its writhing depths.

Shaking with unconstrained pleasure, the once human drew the twitching tentacle toward his beak-like maw. For a fraction of a second, the beast's dark color faded to a frightened pale blue, wary of the sharp beak, but Hunter was gentle as he opened his stretchy jaw impossibly wide, and sucked the smooth tip of the tentacle down his contracting throat. The animal's body went from fear to unknown bliss in an instant as Hunter began to suckle at the tip of the tentacle-cock, pressured water sliding past it with every breath.

The new Octopus creature's own cock pressed in to the point that his little suction cups were grinding against his senior's clenching orifice, and Hunter could feel a hot tensile pressure begin to build up within him, making his tentacle piston in harder and faster, forcing the stretchy hole wider around him as his wriggly tip shook and jolted out slick pre farther into the wrenching depths. The wriggling cups could taste the creature's flesh from the inside as they popped and grasped at the slick convulsing walls. His mouth encircled the beast's cock-tentacle as he lapped his black pointed tongue against it, feeling it condense and undulate inside of his gullet.

With a desperate shove, he ground his cock deeper inside of the creature's needy opening. Their tentacles all entwined with one another, sliding around their lover's lengths as the sensations rose to a fevered pitch. With a final massive surge, Hunter forced his writhing cock in so far that the large cups in the center of his tentacle's length could grasp at the edge of the wriggling creature's ass before he felt something in his core begin to pulse and clench as the thing's insides went wild around him. He felt the lancing heat bubble up as hot octopine essence surged through his throbbing maleness, erupting through his wildly arcing tip into the spasming soft convulsing insides of his tentacled lover.

As the beast felt the silky thick warmth filling him his exhaustion was forgotten and his own penis began to stir in the man's throat. He could feel his slick insides squeezing with inhuman strength around the massive tentacle inside of him as his own maleness jerked, going stiff and clenching as he spilled out halting jerks of musky seed down his lover's throat. As the taste of fresh seed rose against his tongue, Hunter's throat contracted, and his glorious orgasm rose to impossible heights as he was filled with warmth while wildly pumping enough pressured jolts of seed to just noticeably fill out his blue mate's supple belly.

They both wriggled and spurted out rope after rope of thick essence into their partner's depths, tasting their lust leak out into the water around them. Every wrenching shove reverberated, echoing through one body and into the other in a spiral of lust that caused their slippery jostling forms to hold each other tighter and tighter until every last spurt of musky unimaginably delicious lust was extracted and savored with warm contentment while their lust slid back like a wave crashing against the shore.

The creature slowly slid back from his loose gullet as Hunter pulled his slick tentacle out of its tight passage and back into the cool water. They floated there wordlessly, just letting the shadows dance around them as they hung suspended there, a warm fullness nestled deep inside of their pliant bellies.

After a moment, his mate shifted, gliding through the depths towards one of those small crabs that put up its claws defensively as its wispy shadow passed over it. But the creature's finessed tentacle darted down, snagging the shellfish as its limbs waved uselessly in the water. It brought the animal up to its beak and quickly crushed the shell around its head with practiced ease.

With its strong arm tentacles it strained, pulling the crab in half, and drifting back towards his exhausted lover. Hunter's tentacles could taste the fresh meat even before he accepted the gift graciously, skin flushing into a thankful shade of gray as he let his hard yellow beak pulverize through the thin shell while he sucked out the sweet flesh of the body and then moved on to the delicious wriggly legs. As he ate his mate rested a supple arm over his warm belly, and his skin lightened to a cheerful and optimistic rosy purple.

The once-man's skin blushed a deeper red as he realized why his lover was so pleased. They were both now eating for more than just themselves . . .