Hitching a lift
- 3 years ago
- 19
- 0
Cecaelia free porn video
Cecaelia
by Kachakali
See a picture of this story as well as other captions and short stories
at my hobby site
http://fantasyspiroscaptions.blogspot.mx/
Enjoy.
I need to get to water. The ocean is calling for me. He's calling for
me.
My long pink tentacles are squirming. They want to drag me out of my
cabin and out to sea. I don't know if I can stand upright anymore, but
my new appendages look strong enough to carry me. I am moving around in
my dark home. My tentacles going over my things. Things that don't
matter anymore. This home is no longer mine. I'm worried. People are
going to know I'm missing. I miss them already. But something is
reassuring me. I should be scared but I'm not.
As I crawl towards the door, my new tentacles struggle, but they lift
me up higher. My little suction cups are sticking to the wall and
holding me steady. I grab the latch and open my door. The moonless
night and darkness welcome me. I can hear the ocean waves crashing
along the beach. I find myself wanting to get into the water. That
voice in the back of my head is getting stronger. He's welcoming me. He
wants me in the water. Closer to him.
I feel the other changes in me. I'm skinnier and feminine. My face is
completely different now. I have long blond hair. I have breasts now. I
have slender arms and long fingernails. I remember I used to be a
teenage boy. But now I'm some sort of octupus girl.
Not that being turned into a half-octopus is a good thing. I struggle
to keep at least some of my human thoughts. I wonder if my thoughts are
mine or the creature that I'm becoming. As I crawl over the rocks and
make it towards the sandy beach, somehow, that voice I'm hearing is
helping me. I try to think rationally. I remember what has happened
these last few days and what led to my new self......
It started one night when I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing things in my
head. I left home and was walking along the beach. The night and cool
beach breeze should clear my head. As I walked along the shore, I saw
this gelatinous, tentacled mass washed up there. The ocean waves were
hitting it. It looked injured. I looked around. It was just me and that
thing on the beach. I somehow felt compelled to help it and push it
back to water. As I pushed and dragged the slimy, heavy thing back,
some of its tentacles and suckers bit me. The thing awkwardly swam away
and I made it back to the beach. Soaking wet with cold water.
I woke up a few hours later, laying on the beach. Sand coating my cheek
from my own drool. My head hurt. The memories of last night were coming
back. Did last night really happen? I went back to the place I think I
saw the creature but the waves removed any evidence along the shore. I
cleaned myself up, brushed more sand out of my hair and went back to
town to do my errands.
As I went around helping my friends and townsfolk, my feet felt weird.
My toes had a mind of their own. They kept wiggling and moving. I could
see them moving around beneath my shoes. People saw me struggle, But I
would tell them I was fine. I finished a few more errands. I ate a nice
lunch with my baker friends. I went back to work. I love my seaside
town and everyone knows me as the helpful errand boy.
The next morning, after a long difficult night of trying to sleep, my
feet looked very different. They looked wrong. My toenails are gone. My
toes were pointier and longer. No, they weren't longer. The gaps
between my toes were widening. Little slits were forming at the soles
of my feet. My body was changing. I should be freaked out but something
in the back of my head is telling me not to worry. I grab some bandages
and wrap my slimy feet in it. I wrap the cotton bandages many times
over. All the way up to my sweaty shins. I struggled to put my hard
leather boots on. They were pretty tight with all those bandages. My
feet did not like being contained. I had a hard time walking, but I
managed to find my stride.
As I did my little jobs around town, people were telling me how
different I looked today. A few shop girls told me that my skin was
very smooth and soft.I enjoyed their compliments and kept on. But I had
a harder time walking around. I kept stumbling and tripping. It felt
like my ankles weren't there anymore. I could feel the dampness of my
feet traveling higher up my legs. Since I couldn't feel my ankles
anymore, I had to make a funny walk with my knees and hips. I got funny
looks from people because of that.
I had one last errand to do before I called it a day. By then I had a
really tough time getting around. My legs were buckling I used the
walls of buildings for support. Other townspeople were walking right
past me. I was frustrated by my sudden shortcomings.
A kind old man on horseback walked towards me and said, "hello miss, I
see you're having a tough time walking. Did you forget your cane? That
happens to me a lot too. Look, I'm on horseback and I don't need this
spare cane with me. I'm sure you need this more than I do. So please my
lady, take it and I hope you make it home safely."
I thanked him, but I was a little confused. Did he just call me a girl?
I wasn't going to correct him. We both went our separate ways. With his
cane I now had a little more support. I adjusted my sack and I finally
made it to the tailor shop. The lady in charge saw me struggling and
opened the door for me.
"Hello there miss. Are you helping Jacopo? I'm glad he's got help now.
That boy is going to wear himself out doing too many things around
town. But look at you, you're no different than he is. Come sit down
and have some tea."
I followed her into a backroom. I was going to say something, that I
was a boy. But again, I am too polite to correct her. Her thick glasses
must not let her see things right. She grabs the bag of cloth, yarn and
thread that I brought in. She points to a chair and wants me to sit
down. She pours me a cup of tea. I try to make myself comfortable. But
I struggle with my wobbly legs. My feet are twitching and toes are
still yearning for escape
"Young miss. I'm not sure if you have parents, but they should have
taught you how to dress properly. I tolerate someone being a tomboy.
But you are a growing girl and you need support for your chest. All
women do. Here, have this brassier. It's a spare from a client that
didn't like the color. The material was too thick as well she said.
With a little adjustment it should fit you perfectly. Now take these
coins as payment. Young miss, go home and get some rest. You don't look
too good."
I reluctantly took The seamstress' gift and I eventually made it home
to my cabin outside of town. I was quite tired. The long walk left me
feeling very thirsty. Even my slimy, squishy feet felt dry. I walked
into my home, The late afternoon sun was creeping in through my dirty
windows. Poofs of dust go by as I get around. I help a lot of people
but yet I don't have time to clean my home. I walked towards my
backroom. There was my big wooden tub. It was filled with water, that I
was going to use to wash my pile of dirty clothes. The cool water
looked so refreshing. I slinked my way toward it and dropped right in.
Clothes and all.
My whole body should have reacted to the cold water, but it
surprisingly felt good. I was completely soaked. I let myself forget
the days troubles in the cold water. I sit in my tub for bit. Seagulls
are heard in the distance. I focus on my weary body, only to find new
troubles brewing. I saw long blond hair floating along with me in the
tub. Somehow throughout the day, my hair got longer. I had failed to
notice it. My wet cotton shirt heavily clung to my body. Two unfamiliar
mounds were on my chest. I could see the outline of large nipples
poking through my wet clothes....Breasts!
I was starting to lose it. I was thrashing in the water. Dirty water
was spilling out of the tub. My long toes are flailing wildly in my wet
boots. Suddenly, I stopped. Something in the back of my head was trying
to tell me something..
'It is okay' 'you want this' 'New you emerging' 'soon'
Somehow those words were comforting. I relaxed my body and let myself
further soak in my tub. My eyelids got heavy. I calmly fell asleep.
When I awoke again, I could tell it was night. My home was bathed in
darkness like I was covered in water. But I was able to see everything.
My eyes are able to see in darkness? My other senses were active as
well. I could smell things in the room. Plain household objects now had
new sensations. I could smell the dirty water I was soaking in. I could
hear ocean waves crashing in the distance. I stretch my arms out, I sit
up in the tub and look at my new body.
As I sloshed in the water I unbuttoned my wet heavy shirt. As I pull
off the shirt I can tell my shoulders are different. My shoulders were
getting broader because I was working hard at the docks. But now they
looked very petite. My new long, wet hair sticks to my cheeks. I brush
it aside and touch the rest of my face. I have big round eyes and a
small pretty nose. I look down on my body My breasts are larger than
they were a few hours ago before I fell asleep. I could feel my smooth
stomach. Even my belly button felt different. My hands follow an
outline of my sides. I have a slender waist. My hips are much bigger as
well.
My legs are aching. They want freedom. I adjust my body to try to take
off my trousers. My thick pants are sticking to me. I can feel the
throbs of my legs as I wiggle off the pants in the smelly water. I
manage to get them off to what I think are my knees. I cant go any
further because of my shoes and my pants are bunched up. My skin and
muscles feel weird. I don't feel my thighs. Only thick, throbbing skin.
I lift my legs up above the water. I can feel my soft butt at the
bottom of the tub. I stretch myself farther out and manage to slip off
my boots. Squirmy, tentacled toes wiggle and greet me. My soggy
bandages begin to unravel a bit. I pull my pants off, finally. I fling
them away from the tub. My old bandages are stuck on my skin. I peel
them off, carefully unwrapping them. Threads of slime drip away. Thick
pink skin appears. I can see vertical lines going down what should be
my legs.
I'm puzzled by my new lower body. I stare at my strange legs. There is
nothing to tell that I ever had human legs. Toes, ankles, knees all
gone. The outline is there, vaguely human shaped, but replaced by
different colored flesh. I feel a strange pulse going up and down my
legs. My toes begin to wiggle and squirm, violently. It hurts badly.
Feels like I'm tearing apart. I grab the sides of the wooden tub. I
wince in pain. I open my eyes again. My legs are splitting apart! From
my former toes, right up to my thighs along those vertical seams. With
each twitch, my throbbing legs break apart even further. Like a fist
opening up into a palm. I can see little cups opening right where my
legs are spreading.
My legs finally stopped coming apart. I was breathing heavily. My body
felt a heavy rush. But I managed to breathe and calm myself down. My
legs were now like octopus tentacles. Some of them were still and
others were slapping the water. I could feel a few sticking to the
sides of the wooden tub. There were so many of them, I couldn't count
how many I had. I focused on trying to control them. Eventually I
managed to calm them down. I was no longer surprised that my lower half
had turned into this.
A curious thought creeped into my head. I knew I was a girl now. But do
I still have my thing? I moved aside some tentacles. I feel around
trying to find my penis. But only cold, slimy, puffy skin greets me.
I'm compelled to keep exploring down there. I come across a new
opening. A slit. It's soft and it feels good the more I touch it. I
realize they're my girl parts.
As I pleasurably keep probing my new hole, my twitchy tentacles once
again grow restless. Each time my fingers go in and out, it sends
shocks all over my body. I moan in delight. My other hand gravitates
toward my breasts. My whole body is feeling erotic! I want to grab both
my breasts and touch my vagina. I grow a little frustrated. I want to
please my body but I only have two hands?
But then it clicks. I don't just have two hands anymore! I remove my
fingers from my vagina and I grab my other breast. I massage both my
breasts with my hands. It feels good kneading and touching them. I will
a few of my tentacles, and they move towards my girl parts. One
tentacle parts open my folds and another finds its way deeper into me.
Deeper than my fingers ever could. My body spasms in bliss as one of my
tentacles slicks itself in and out of me. My eyes roll back in joy as I
grab my breasts and get penetrated by myself.
I feel something building up inside of me with each thrust I give
myself. My back arches and my other tentacles tense up. I bite my lip
and let out a ferocious scream. The most wonderful feeling I've ever
had courses through me. I came. My tentacle pops out as a cloud of
black ink shoots out of me. The water in the tub is thick with a new
smell. But I didn't care. I was in bliss of my new woman parts.
'Yes' 'ready' 'Beautiful' 'Come to me'
That voice in my head was much clearer now. I realized now that the
voice was not just inside my head. That was the creature that I saved a
few days ago! It's been controlling me. It's been making me accept the
changes that I've been going through. I crawl out of the tub. My hands
brace myself as I flop to the floor. I try to stand like a human, but
my tentacles aren't strong enough to do that. I sit up as best I can. I
talk out loud, hoping that he could hear me.
"Why did you change me creature? I wanted to save you and this is how
you thank me? Can I change back or am I stuck as a creature of the sea
like you?" My feminine voice was sultry. I wanted to sound a little
angry but my words did not convey that. I heard that voice again in my
head.
'procreation' 'forgive me' 'race dying' 'time will tell'
I could feel his sadness in my head as the creature spoke. I began to
resent what the creature did to me. But I've never been one to hold a
grudge. I love helping people and this time its no different. Only this
time its not a human that needs help. I sighed.
"Well, what do you want from me?" I spoke to the nothingness again.
'come to sea' 'please' 'still hurt'
I drag myself along the floor. The goal is to head outside. I shudder
to think that I hope I'm doing this because I want to, not because he's
telling me to. I look back and see a slimy trail across the floor, I
spot my bag with the woman's bra in it. Strangely, I remember the
bespectacled seamstress' words. I reach the bag and pull it out. I look
at it for a second. Lean forward, and then put my arms through them.
Two of my tentacles hold up my bra as I use my hands to clamp it from
the back. My breasts fit nicely in the garment. I wonder how the bra
will hold up in the water? The thought comes across my mind. It
probably wont last, but I wanted to look a little more humanly
feminine.......
I snap out of my memories as the first ocean wave hits me. It was a
little foamy and it went up my nostrils. I sneezed. I feel him closer
now. My senses became more acute in the water. I can tell where he is.
He's a few miles away by a rocky outcropping. My body ached to meet
him.
I look back to land one last time. I see a long swirly trail in the
sand. It's from the direction of my cabin. It's my drag marks. In a few
hours, the waves will wash away any trace of them and me along with it.
I wonder if I can ever come back. No, I have to come back. I'm still
half human. I have to find a way.
"I'm coming creature," I said out loud in the starry night as another
wave crashed into me. "I may not human anymore and you may have turned
me into this, but I expect you to be a gentleman. You may be an animal,
but I am not." I drag myself farther into the water. The water is deep
enough for me to swim. I find myself able to breathe like if I was on
land. My tentacles start to expand and contract. I'm suddenly swimming
in the water with great speed. I find the my new movements
exhilarating. Maybe this wont be so bad?
'Come to me'
Tammi
- 28.01.2023
- 16
- 0
