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Have you ever heard of those common rumors about secret places where the megarich have their super secluded sex parties? Where the people running the nations would whatever they desire? The backroom within backrooms? What kind of things go on in such places? Marian Dureo knew quite a bit about such things. In fact, she had even laid eyes on it. Officially, she worked in the kitchen of Gran Morte's, a high-end restaurant in the Eastern District. Unofficially she was also in charge of supplying the secret sex club "Club 17", located three stories underneath the place via elevator. Marian was young, uptight, and organized. Everything about her screamed professional. While she was not the most impressive woman around, she carried herself with an air of confidence. Her black hair was short and straight; her thin-rimmed, black glasses made her look akin to an eagle; and the stiff way she walked were most certainly tactics she used to be taken seriously. No nonsense, no bullshit, just getting things done. Most of her days, she was running the kitchen but occasionally she had to ensure that the food and especially the drinks were being delivered to the club. Being a true consummate professional, she had only covertly glanced at the kinky things she saw going on down there. The rules were simple for any of the supply staff. Move in. Ignore all you see. Deliver the goods. Get out. Rule of thumb was to never, ever engage with any of the patrons. After all, there was a significant bonus at stake to everyone involved. With a subdued smile on her face, she listened to the "clack-clack-clack" of her stilettos. The response among the kitchen staff was the best; they all cowered and increased their pace as she approached. On the inside, Marian fiercely enjoyed the grasp on power she had within her work as she made everyone feel on edge. Midway through her check-up on the kitchen, Her face soured as she felt nature's call. Ignorant to what may be going on in the world around her, she headed over to the fancy, marble-coated womens' bathrooms. Behind her, another high-end patron of the restaurant (and of the club) followed quietly. Marian paid no heed to the patron as she stepped into her favorite bathroom stall. As she opened the door to the farthest stall in; the one with the most privacy, Marian gasped as she saw a giant cumstain and the two suspicious-looking women that had surely created it. By the way they were breathing and the amount of cum on the floor, it was clear they had just finished something loud and messy. The two women noticed her simultaneously. One was a curvy blonde, clearly in her forties. The other was around the same age; a redhead with a larger rack than the blonde. The thought of the two middle-aged women going through a sexual midlife crisis in what was supposed to be her stall gave Marion a flash of fury that gave way to shallow disappointment. "Please pay your bills and leave quietly," she uttered. "Yes, ma'am" The redhead replied. She quickly grabbed her partner and hurried out, humiliated. As was her duty, Marion grabbed her phone and barked into it: "Cleanup, women's bathroom. Regular affair." Satisfied, she took a different stall. Andrea Lencroft-Creneth smirked as her target finally went to a secluded place. She had to work quickly to get this step in the plan done. She was currently wearing one of her own skinsuits; to acquire a more impressive body shape than her own. She wore a dark red cocktail dress and her usually frizzly hair was now very straight and long. She walked quicker, slamming the stall door behind her and locking it shut. She reached in her black leather purse and pulled out something...purple and slimy. It looked like...a deflated tentacle with an eye at the end. She didn't know how much time she'd have but she wasn't going to be late, oh no! With a violent thrust, she shoved her leg inside it, watching as the material, slippery though workable, stretched out to match her it. She plopped down on the toilet, and pushed her second foot inside the suit. She tugged it up to her midsection. With her hands, she stretched the purple tentacle's the hole as she raised the suit over her own head. Then, she pulled the ends together. The tentacle suddenly shrunk into its regular form, apparently devouring the redhead within. With a wet plop and a soft thwack, the tentacle snapped shut and fell on the slippery ground. It began producing slime as it wriggled and got used to itself. The strange alien's eye looked around it's surroundings, the wide eye landing under the boundary of the stall. Marian had just finished her business, ignoring the weird sounds in the stall over according to protocol. She preferred that special patrons did their business downstairs, but this still occasionally happened nevertheless. It was probably best to send a clean-up crew to that specific stall after she got out. Andrea had gotten accustomed to this form and now saw her chance to get the fun started with a clear shot towards her goal. Marian had little time to respond to the baffling sight of a slippery, wet tentacle slipping underneath the barriers and sliding up the toilet. "WHAT THE--" As the eye reached over the edge, it suddenly pierced forward into her uncovered nether region. A frantic yell escaped Marian's lips as the tentacle violated her, it slime oozing as it crawled fully inside her. Marian could no longer finish her sentence but fell silent. "And the fun has begun." Marian's face appeared perverted and evil. A thin grin slid across her face. "Look at me, I'm such a stuck-up broad that loves to be in power. I have not just one secret...but two actually." At the same time, two tentacles arose from her two lower holes. Unlike the initial tentacle, these were clearly phallic in nature despite still being very smooth, dark, and purple all around. The first positioned itself as to make Marian have a purple erection of significant size. The anal tentacle was just below it, producing a sort of "double-dick" effect. Marian put both of her well-manicured hands around them, suddenly going wild with pleasure as she began jacking off both tentacocks. Both of the tentacles felt like a real erection would as her nether regions practically vibrated with pleasure. She pushed and pulled her tentacles into her holes. All of this, combined with the sheer knowledge that she's doing this disguised as the stuck-up manager of Gran Morte's sent Marian over the edge. Both tentacles stretched forward as they each aimed to each side. Marian could see and feel the cum shoot from her hole and out of her cocks. An unrealistic amount of cum splattered against the walls. As Marian finished, she wiped her cocks against the stall to get them clean before carefully retracting the two tentacocks inside her body. Andrea would've gone absolutely wild normally, but this wasn't the place for it yet. Marian put her pantsuit back in place, doing a quick checkup to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary and made her way out of the cum covered stall. She crossed through the kitchen, towards the backrooms. Marian motioned at one of the overworked kitchen crew. "Get someone to clean up the women's bathroom, stat." Andrea enjoyed playing other people in public. As of late, she'd been playing Markus for a few official occasions, even that version of Markus had to "excuse himself" like five times during the night for a few onesies in the mens bathroom. "His" wife "Andrea" was restrained and annoyed at "her husband", not that "she" would do much about it. Andrea just got turned on by being a man. Her mind came back to reality when she needed to respond to some worker trouble, but she easily maintained her cover. When she wanted to be, she could be a very convincing actress but most of the time she couldn't really care. She passed through the kitchen, through the poorly lit hallway, and stopped at the bouncer and a lift at the end of it. Like most bouncers, Gareth Montblanc was an absolute unit of a man. He was just over two meters high, with an imposing amount of muscles. The man was also completely bald, even missing the eyebrows. His jaw was rigid, and everything about him screamed power. Formerly a bodybuilder, he now had the privilege of standing in front of a lift all night. Although the work was boring, the paycheck was great. He immediately stiffened up as the hag that bossed him around showed up around the corner. "Gareth. I've been smelling something awful around here. Is it you?" "No, ma'am." "Open your mouth and let me see, I swear, it's your teeth." Gareth grumbled but did comply with this insane request. As he leaned forward and opened his mouth, Marian reciprocated. A bulge rose in her neck. A tentacle shot out of her mouth and into his. He fell back and began to struggle. As the tentacle wormed it's cockhead down into his stomach, it fused with him. Within two seconds Gareth had become a part of the hivemind led by Marian (or rather, Andrea possessing Marian). Technically speaking, Gareth was now a skinsuit worn by Andrea. If she wished, she herself could unzip and have this second Andrea run around with the Gareth skinsuit. The communication between the two was instantaneous. Marian looked around the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Gareth lowered his pants and stroked his massive cock to full mast. Marian smiled. "My, what a shame that we don't have time for this. " "Agreed." Gareth used his key to unlock the elevator doors. "Move on ahead, me." "Thank you me." The elevator doors closed behind her and Marian leaned back against the back wall. "Now to bring some new friends aboard for tonight's fun." Something was now visibly squirming around in Marian's pants. Yet, the moment the elevator doors opened, there was nothing going on. The stuck- up manager of the restaurant stepped onto the well-hidden underground floor of Club 17. "Time to play." -------------------------------------- Club 17 was a place that had been deliberately kept as it was 35 years ago, in the 80's. Deep underground and way off the charts, Club 17 was a place where only the most perverted of the local elite could find their way to. It had a black floor, black-and-white walls, and neon pink colors everywhere. The main room had several slopes to it, all of which led to drains. These drains were there for easy maintenance. To the right of the room was the bar, at which there were a few couples and two highly paid bartenders. The middle of the dance floor displayed two latex-coated lovers making love. To the left and the back were the private booths, which were more akin to hotel rooms. On the far left, a woman was pole dancing fully naked for a mostly male client?le Marian's eyes darted around the room, looking for the most cover. As the real Marion usually did, she maneuvered behind the bar. It was as if she was making a routine delivery. As she walked behind the bar, two bumps rose from her rear and down her pant legs. two greasy, nasty tentacles rolled out of her pants and slid across the floor. The scantily-dressed threesome stood no real chance as the tentacles slid up their legs and defiled their behinds. One of the girls even twitched before they joined the hive mind. The couple kissing at the bar was next. This one was easy. Marian approached, tapped the man on the cheek, and when he looked at her in confusion, she smooched him. And of course, mid-smooch, she forced a tentacle down his throat. His girlfriend, a blond woman looked pretty outraged, but after Marian immediately left, she calmed down a bit. "What's wrong with that woman?" "Oh, nothing, let's just continue..." As he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, he kissed her and immediately brought her on board. The two bargirls loaded up a plate of drinks and walked off in unison to the "booth" in the far right corner. Inside, three men were going at it with a single woman. Andrea the hivemind, having taken six people without any problem, got cocky. The two girls put the drinks down. "Ah nah, we didn't order any of that, take it back." The man in the rear said. Then the two girls suddenly had tentacles crawling from their orifices and attacking the four people there. A lone yell of panic got out before the booth fell deadly silent. More than a few people looked up at the commotion. The two bargirls and the patrons now blocked off the exit from the second booth as Marian moved in on more people. As she reached the sets of chairs, a stream of tentacles that slipped out her soaking wet pant leg, like a waterfall. Chaos was now spreading, and people were losing their cool as further shouts arose. More and more minds and bodies were added on to the hivemind as people started noticing the mass of purple tentacles spreading across the place like a virus out of control. Parr Johnson was the adolescent woman working as the nude stripper when she noticed all this going on, seeing those infectious tentacles moving across the ground and violating her customers. She took the hint immediately and with an athletic leap, she booked it to the elevator doors, the only way in and out of this place. She hit the button and watched the doors close. She was relieved; whatever happened to the rest of them couldn't get to her, now. As quickly as it began, the chaos stopped. The club went quiet. There were a few people left, now wrestled into the center of the dance floor by the groups of silent people with smiles on their faces. Marian, the oh so uptight, demanding boss fully revealed herself as 8 tentacles shot out of her vagina, lifting her into the air as she "floated" "Welcome, everyone, to the new management of Club 17. Enjoy your stay and enjoy your infestation." No one heard the screams of the last uninfected people still down there. It was by design. whatever happened in Club 17, stayed in Club 17. Parr breathed in and out as she heard the soothing sounds of elevator music, bracing herself to run out of the restaurant and get to safety. She was naked and terrified, but she made it out. Oh thank god she made it out. "DING!" The doors opened, and tentacles squirmed inside en mass. Marian, or rather, Andrea had put everyone at work. She had to clean up the mess and restore the club to its original state. The elevator opened once again. "Ah, Miss Parr. Welcome back." Parr Johnson had a wicked smile on her face as two thick tentacles wriggled from her rear and front. She ascended onto the stage and resumed dancing while everyone around her cleaned up. Marian leaned back at the bar, getting a drink handed to her via tentacle. She lowered her pants once again to feel a tentacle arise, this one wrapped around a slime-covered high-end phone. She tapped in Markus' number as the barkeeps' tentacles pulled off the Marian mask, revealing Andrea's underneath. "Hi dear, I thought you were being so boring today, so I went down to Club 17! Are you coming?" At the other end she could hear a sigh. "You know I don't like being out in public. Especially at Club 17." Andrea looked around the well-isolated hidden club that itself was a secret barely anyone knew about. "You and I have a different opinion on what's public, dear. Are you coming or not?" "What are you up to?" "A fun session in the club, what else?" Andrea answered. The entire club of infected people cleaned up her previous rampage. There was a long and drawn out sarcastic, "Mmmhmmm," from the other side. "I'll see you here." "Do you want me to bring Jeremy down too?" "Nah." "Okay then." Markus hung up, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He knows something is up...but not what." Marian put her face back on. Her servants had finished cleaning and took their places as they did before; waiting for him to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Markus Creneth parked his car and took a deep breath. He couldn't decide what to wear, so he just put on a fancy suit. Andrea was up to something, he knew it. He felt on edge. When it came to skinsuits, Andrea had an endless creativity for intense and insane situations. Part of him still worried that today would be the day she went too far. The thought came to him more and more lately. He pushed it aside. Things were going to be fine, he told himself. Markus walked through the Gran Morte's kitchen, casually greeting the staff. They never said a word back, but they did appreciate him doing it. Unlike most of the secret clubs in town, visitors had to walk through the kitchen to reach the hallway to Club 17. As Markus approached, Gareth notified the rest of the hivemind to the husband's presence. He nodded in recognition of Markus, and the fancily- dressed man stepped into the only entrance (and exit) of Club 17. What he didn't know was that everyone in the place was now a puppet of his sex- crazed wife. As the elevator descended, so did an unknowing Markus into the belly of the beast. Henry pointed behind him to Andrea, who was approaching the bar with a wide smile. Andrea was dressed for a normal evening out in one of her fancy red dresses, surprisingly enough. She walked up to him and shared a tender kiss. "So...what are you up to?" "What?" "I heard the whimsy in your voice, you were practically giddy when you called. You're only like that when you have something new to play with." Markus motioned to the club around him. "Doesn't seem like new to me yet." Andrea wanted to respond but smartly decided against it. Behind her, a pretty patron walked up to the bar and talked to the female bartender. Moments later they both leaned over the counter and began making out. Markus raised an eyebrow but disregarded it. That just was the type of thing that could happen in Club 17. "This whole place is stuck in the 80s, dear, it's by design." Andrea began prattling on about interior design and nostalgia while Markus only nodded. His mind unwittingly drifted to the unusual female patron next to him, who immediately hopped over the counter and pulled out her dick. It was time for a futa-on-female makeout session. His eyes moved back to Andrea as she kept talking about nonsense. He felt like something was happening. Andrea was never interested in this stuff. The only reason she would try to ramble on like this would be to distr--a splatter of cum splashed onto Markus' suit, snapping him out of his thoughts. Markus turned around to see the two women in ecstacy. "Watch where you shoot, dipshits." He finished his cola and headed to one of the booths on the side of the room. "Why are you being such a sourpuss, Markus. Let's make use of the club's services, dear." As Markus sat down at the table Andrea hailed a waitress that was fully nude but nevertheless hauling a plate of empty glasses. She was a cute brunette who you'd see more likely in a bookshop than working nude in a sex club. She walked over and looked at Andrea, who immediately stood up. Andrea picked up the waitress' plate and began making out with the woman, kissing her, and touching her tenderly. "Let her do her job already, Andrea. Stop bothering the poor girl." The waitress broke the kiss and smiled. "This is in the job description though, sir." She leaned over to Markus, baring her tits at him with a smile."You look quite wound up, let me take the edge off for you." She began fondling Markus and casually pulling off his clothes, looking him right in the eye with a cheeky look. At this point, he relaxed...until he felt a dick rubbing against his leg. He saw that it was just Andrea's naked futanari form that had rubbed the thick cock against him. "Someone's getting excited, I see." Andrea positioned herself behind the waitress, letting her massive erection stick out from underneath her. The waitress excitedly grabbed the cock and began playing with it as if it was her own. "Come on dear, you know what to do." Markus shrugged, getting on his knees to suck "the waitress'" dick while stimulating her vagina with his hand. Already the two women were moaning to the expert stimulations of bodies grinding together. Already, it was getting too much and Andrea had to release a bit of pressure by cumming in Markus' mouth. As she did, the waitress spawned a tentacle from her mouth that dripped cum over his hair. Markus went deep and took it all in before he released them both. Upon feeling the cum in his hair, he looked up at the waitress; no dice. She had already long retracted her cocktacle back inside. "How did you do that?" Markus rubbed his hair, wiping the cum off. His head swiveled wildly, trying to find a possible culprit. "What are you doing Andrea? I KNOW you're doing something, I just haven't figured out what yet." "Still stressed out? Let me help." The waitress got down on her knees and immediately began to suck him dry while Andrea began kissing him tenderly on the mouth. "Better to get him off the subject before he thinks too much." the Hivemind decreed. Andrea was rubbing and squeezing his nipples while a tentacle slipped from the waitress' behind, sneaking forward onto Markus' left pant leg. As she could feel the tension in his cock increase, she timed so that a wad of cum would be shot up into the pant leg the moment Markus came. As it was planned, it happened, and the tentacle immediately pulled back inside the waitress before Markus had time to react. "What the FUCK!" Markus pulled back and looked at his pant leg, now dripping with semen. "What's wrong dear, you can't handle a bit of cum?" "Like the British say, sod off." Markus got up and left the two women. "Hey, you can be rude to me, but not to her! Come on Markus, she's just doing her job." Andrea's attention shifted to the waitress. "Come on dear...my cock isn't finished with you yet." Andrea pulled the giggling waitress off to a side booth for further fun. Markus returned to the bar in a pissed-off mood. "Cola, please." "Yes sir." As Henry got to work, a tentacle slipped out of his rear. When Markus inevitably looked away, the tentacle deposited some of it's cum into the cola. After mixing it, Henry served it to him. "Here you go." Markus drank it all in one motion, his face turning sour as he did so. "Eugh! That is not what cola's supposed to taste like. Get me a new one, Henry, that was disgusting." "Right away." Henry did the exact same process, but Markus happened to look the exact moment the cum was squirted in. Markus, overcome with anger, grabbed Henry's hand, twisting it around so that the bartender was forced against his bar. "Did I just see you slip something into my goddamn drink, Henry?" His angry voice felt like honey to the hivemind. The constant relieving of sexual pressure in the booths increased. If the hivemind didn't release the tension constantly, it would've broken up the carefully-kept illusion it was building up. "No sir! Please, let me go." "Then what was the white stuff you put in my goddamn cola?" "Nothing." Markus grappled Henry further and forced him to look at the cum floating in the drink. "Why don't you tell me before I actually get mad?" "Mister Creneth?" Inwardly, Markus swore. The voice of faked kindness approached. Markus was well aware when someone was sucking up to him. This lady was the worst of them. She was a stuck-up woman in a grey pantsuit who thought she was the big boss in town. She had what Markus could only describe as "evil German teacher glasses". "Marian, I just caught Henry here slipping something in my drink. Do you think that's normal?" "Can you please release my employee, Mister Creneth?" Marian smiled, but Markus saw through it with ease. "Check the drink." Marian obliged, picked up the glass, and knocked it back in one gulp. The hivemind noted that it liked the taste and thus decided to make more cum-colas for later use. "There's nothing wrong with it. Let him go, please." Markus sighed and released Henry, pouting at the confusion of it all. "As if this night couldn't get any better," he snaked. Markus pulled out a liquor bottle from the bar and began chugging it, not caring what it was. "We're sorry that things haven't gone as you had wished, but we can offer you a fine service on the house to make up for it." "What kind of service are we talking about?" "Our harem experience, of course!" Marian exclaimed as she snapped her fingers. Practically every woman and futa stopped whatever they were doing and approached Markus, who now felt very cornered and uncomfortable. 30 women, most of them naked, surrounded him while Marian retreated back to the corner of the room. "Marian, I don't think this is necessary..." Markus croaked. The first woman, a spunky-looking goth with black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow tried to kiss him. Markus pushed her away, but mere moments later he was again pushed in on all sides. He was being devoured, in a sense, by a harem's worth of women who all wanted a piece of him. They pressed him against the bar as at least ten women were groping and kissing him. There was one lucky girl going down on his erection with absolute fury. Markus could feel himself being dragged onto the dance floor, where the motions continued unabated. He could barely comprehend what was happening as his entire body was coated in the tender feelings of tongues and hands. They were being remarkably gentle with his body. Then, he felt something enter his ass and immediately ejaculate. He roared in fury, attempting to break free but it was a futile effort. He couldn't figure out what was going on or who did it to him. It seemed like everyone around him just endlessly adored him with maniacal looks on their faces, their pure weight and pressure pinning him down without relief. Markus managed to work one hand free, wrapping his fingers around his thumb and forming a fist. The first punch thundered through the air, hitting a woman in the face and devastating her nose. The motion allowed him to make a wedge and free his second hand. He fought; flashing his furious fists into fanatical feminine faces, freeing him from this feral formation. Markus got up to his feet, roaring like an animal unleashed and feeling a red-hot rage burn inside him. The loose formation of loving was finally broken up. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" There was no response as the group of women tackled him, this time holding him down on the floor. Clack-clack-clack. The women coordinated to hold his fully naked body down in place as he continued to squirm. "And now you're harming other patrons of this fine establishment. I'm sorry Mister Creneth, but you need to be shown that everyone is equal here." Her pantsuit suddenly had a bulge in it that started to grow. Within a moment, the zipper holding the lower half of her clothing undid itself as Marian grew an erection that was bigger than her own legs. Two massive, hairy balls plopped out at the same time. "It has become clear to me that you need to be shown your place for these violent, aggressive actions." Marian let her thin, feminine hands roll over her wet, comically-proportioned erection. "What. The. FUCK?!" Marian began rubbing her cock all over Markus, spreading cum all over him. Markus felt stunned at first, but this quickly gave way to the rage- fueled figure struggling against his bonds and biting at her massive organ. Andrea made an appearance and hopped over to Marian. "Do me! Do me, Marian!" With a smug smile, Marian turned her dick around and allowed Andrea to go fully onto it; draping herself on it, squeezing it, and prodding it to get a taste of the semen from within it's cockslit. "I knew you were involved in all of this Andrea," Markus growled. "How much of my goddamn money did you waste on this?!" Andrea ignored him as she continued on going down fully on Marian Markus made another attempt to break free. He threw one hand up and started tugging at a futanari's erection out of desperation. To his surprise, it came free.The cock and balls were a shell; some sort of high-tech sheath with balls that revealed a pulsating, purple tentacle- dick. "Oh." Markus sincerely didn't know how to react. He felt angry, desperate even. However, it was just one of Andrea's sick games. None of these people...had any control over themselves. Everyone in the club froze. Marian pushed Andrea away and began pulling at her own massive "penis". It was tugged off, revealing four tentacles wrapped around each other. Upon release, they spread wide and unwrapped themselves. "Tadaa!" Marian stood in a presentational pose. "You were so close at times, but you fell for it; hook line and sinker!" "You've...You've infected all of them...at the same time?" "Of course I did dear. When was I going to find a better use for such a precious tool?" Two of her tentacles floated over to Markus and began ejaculating all over him. Semen covered him while the other two tentacocks did the same to Marian. With this, the "stuck-up woman" revealed her naughty side with numerous showers of ejaculate. More and more of the "futanari" pulled the sheaths off, revealing tentacles instead of regular cocks. "I'm going to let you go now, dear, but there is no escape from this club until I'm done with you." Markus stood up and immediately began to clean his face. "All these people...all of them..." "ALL OF THEM ARE MY PUPPETS." The entire club spoke in creepy unison. "WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN." The female bartender and the patron she was making out before approached, tentacles out. She smiled as she pulled the sheath off her own tentacle, tossing the empty skin to Markus. Confused, Markus picked it up and slid it onto his left hand. To his surprise, it actually turned it into a penis. He pulled it off and threw it aside. He tried to get up, but he got forcibly pulled back and pinned. The two women began to fuck each other on top of Markus, one of them sitting down on his erection. The two had fierce lesbian tentacle sex, with poor Markus as their bed. As he tried to speak up, one of the women shot a tentacle from her mouth, which went deep into his threat. It was not so deep as to assimilate him. The girls stepped up their pace as tentacles shot out of all the orifices possible, the tentacles rubbing themselves off. Markus had already accepted his fate as an impromptu mattress and tried his best to suck off the tentacle, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. The two women came closer, their breasts touching as tentacles and hands stroked one another. Markus could feel the tension build in the tentacle in his mouth and braced. At the moment he did so, the tentacle pulled out and aimed at his left shoulder while two others aimed at his chest and right. Markus' upper half was fully coated in cum. The two women concluded by getting up and walking away. The two left the exhausted, still-pinned down Markus alone to face his "darling" wife. "Do you know for how long I had to wait for this moment? I've had to constantly relieve myself behind the scenes to keep this going, you know." In his exhaustion, Markus had a quick moment of clarity. Maybe, maybe if he could tire her out, that would work and get him out of this situation. Sure, it was strong so far, but he was getting exhausted and in no situation to tell Andrea "no". "And now for the g..." Andrea spat out some cum from her mouth. "Grand finale" She shook and seemed to collapse on the floor, to Markus's absolute horror. She began twitching and shaking uncontrollably, spitting out more and more cum from her mouth. She looked up to Markus' stunned stare with a grin before she opened her mouth. A massive, massive cockhead appeared, stretching her mouth open wide while her limbs turned into empty skin. The cockhead split Andrea's face in half as it slunk forward; it was bigger than Markus had imagined. It slithered out of Andrea's mouth, which had now been stretched beyond all recognition. The cock slithered, allowing two massive balls to pop out as well. It was anatomically correct, except for it being the size of a grown man...and the tentacles in the back that it used to move around. Marian smiled. "Andrea can't speak right now, she's being a bit cocky." The megacock rose in the air, supporting itself with 8 tentacles on its underside. "How...holy--I can't...that..." Markus could only sputter in absolute horror. It paid no attention to his pleas as two of it's tentacles grabbed him, rubbing Markus against it's massive cockhead. The balls brushed against his legs, scratching him gently with their hair. Markus was helpless and forced to be along for the ride. He didn't have time to try out his plan, so he had to wait for a lull in the action. Everyone watched Markus being molested and further grinded against him, spilling ludicrous amounts of cum over the coated Markus. It was clear wasn't enjoying himself anymore, not that he ever was. "Before you go out...how about all of you go out, men, women, futas all alike?" Markus gasped for air as he saw the massive cock pause and nod. On command, everyone in the pub with the exception of Marian began to furiously masturbate. A few people rushed off to penetrate one another and a choir of moans soon filled the room. "Let's hope this works," Markus thought to himself as he braced for the blowout. He could see a small twitch in the massive cockhead and took a deep breath. Everything went dark as his face was smothered in a truckload of ejaculate. Markus waited, thankful that he used to do breath training. He could hear the choir of moans continue on. The tentacle released him out as the flow thinned out. Markus arose from his "cumbath" and took a deep breath. "This is just too much," he said. The massive cock in front of him still leaked ejaculate. Markus stood up, dripping on all sides. To his surprise, the cockhead rose up to face him again. He braced, but instead of another stream, Andrea's head popped out, stretched forward, and kissed him on the mouth. "So, did you...did you like...it?" Markus looked at Andrea...the cockhead, and at the people that surrounded him that seemed to waver. He didn't bother to answer. She wouldn't like the response. "I don't..feel so..." Within a second, everyone around him collapsed in unison, asleep. The massive erection deflated and fell to the ground. Andrea, who was now sticking out of the cockslit, snored away. Markus dragged himself to the bar, taking a look around the club that now had a layer of cum floating in it, all patrons asleep. He himself was...covered, inside and outside with Andrea's madness. He breathed heavily, feeling deflated and tired. "Someone's got to clean up this fucking mess." Markus climbed onto the bar, almost slipping over a white puddle. He carefully landed on the other side and rummaged through the mini bar until he found a few energy drinks. Without skipping a beat, he drank all of them. "Clearly, this is R and D's work. They set this up." As he said this, Markus realized just how filthy he felt in the current moment. He hurriedly took an impromptu shower using one of the sinks with flexible taps. Markus took a deep breath, and picked up his phone. It was splash-proof (after a past experience). He dialed up "Kathy's" emergency contact number. "Kathy! Kathy!" A male voice picked up the phone, yawning loudly. "Yes, this is Kathy." "I KNOW you set this up, I KNOW you were involved. Call everyone, get them down here NOW! YOU'RE cleaning up the mess Andrea left behind or I'm cutting your budget in HALF! Send some pretty girls to the entrance of Gran Morte's ASAP before I lose my fucking patience!" Markus cut off the connection before any response could be heard. "Now to get them inside..." Markus looked around before noticing Marian lying face down amongst the mass of tentacles. He lifted her head up and poked her, but there was no response. He tugged at her face, smiling as it started to deform. As it came loose, Marian fully deflated while a small shape inside her remained. Markus reached in the neckhole and pulled out the tentacle with the eye. "Ah..there you are... not that I have much use for you right now." Markus put it aside, slipping into the Marian skinsuit. Considering how wet it was, it was easier than ever, simply crawling in there and letting all parts slide into place. Markus stood up, doing his best to wash up the clothing. It was still wet, but at least it wouldn't look like it was covered in cum any more. With a gentle hand, he lifted up Marian's face and looked through the empty eye slits. "I know you've already been used today, but I need your help right now." He slipped on the mask, realigning the eye holes over his own, massaging everything onto his face until he gained her full form. He took a final moment to check in the mirror. Marian looked back. She was extremely wet (in the non-sexual manner) but it was passable for now. Marian stepped into the elevator and mimicked the real Marian's dour face. "Let's do this." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Marian shot a few nasty looks at the people working in the kitchen, all of whom had questions on their minds. She was dripping without explanation, but the sour look made them shrink almost physically. She walked through without a second look, making sure to show off just how pissed off she was. In a way, it wasn't hard acting at all considering that shit Andrea pulled. Marian waited outside, staring into the night sky, hoping to forget what had just happened. It took half-an-hour for the car to show up. Four well-dressed bimbos in a green SUV parked outside. "Kathy?" The redhead in front of the group nodded. "Boss." "Don't say a word and follow me." Thus, the still-wet Marian led a group of "escorts" to the elevator. They dragged along the sleeping Gareth and descended down to Club 17. ======================= "Holy crap." "What the fuck did you expect when you handed her this kind of power? Scratch that, I did...." "Well, we--" One of the ladies began to speak but Marian cut her off. "Nope! Now how are we going to clean this up?" "Well, we could enter the original suit and make these puppets work for us." "Good." One of the bimbos, a 10/10 blond with E cup breasts stood up next to the pile of tentacles. She stared absentmindedly at the sleeping chaos. "Of course she used it like that." She sighed. She pulled out a phone and held it over Andrea. "Ah, this isn't the original. It's one of the possession copies unsuited. The original...is over there!" She picked up the tentacle with the eye, unzipped it, and with help of another, dragged out the deeply-asleep Andrea onto the floor. "Well, you made this mess. You clean it up. I'm taking her home with me. Help me put her inside me, please." Marian quickly undressed, pulling open a hole in the back. Three of the bimbos lifted Andrea up and slipped her inside the Marian suit. With a bit of struggling and stretching, they managed to meet the two skin parts together. A few seconds after, Marian was whole once again. "Clean it up. Get me proof of everyone and everything being restored. Get out. We'll discuss this later." Without looking back, Marian stepped into the elevator. At last, she could put this behind her now.