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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 men's 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. "Get me one, will you Henry?" The barman, whose abs gleaned from the lights of the bar, wore only shorts. He recognized Markus and handed him his regular drink: a cola; nonalcoholic. Markus had always wanted to remain sharp in such situations...and try to avoid having one of their drunk masking sessions in public. Plus, they still had to get home safely. "Welcome back to Club 17, Mr. Creneth." Markus cut right to the chase. "Seen my wife around lately?" Henry took a moment to think about it and shrugged. Out of sight, a tentacle crawled out of Henry's ass and excitedly squirmed away. It snaked down and immediately came into a drainage vent. Andrea couldn't hold her excitement from pretending to be Club 17's big bartender and needed relief from the buildup of pressure. Markus leaned back, looking over the rest of the room. There were a few people dancing, a few people fucking, and a few of the Nouveau riche staring at the local pole dancer. Same as usual, basically. Most people were off on their own booths, and he could hear quite a bit of action going on. The only thing that really stood out to him was Marian...whatsherface hanging out in the club when she was supposed to be running the kitchen above. Markus shrugged. He was just waiting for Andrea to show her face. A fully naked woman appeared out of one of the booths, cum dripping off her chest. She wasn't that pretty, but her breasts were pretty large compared to the rest of her shape. Most notably, she was wearing a black wig. It was a fact Markus picked up on due to experience. "Evening, Andrea." "Who?" She motioned at Henry, who slid a shot of dark green liquid her way. She gulped it down and stared at Markus. "Andrea. You're not very patient, you know that. I knew, the first person that walked up to me that looked kind of hot would be you. Patience is a virtue, but you'd rather focus on getting fucked at first sight." "Do you always act weird to strangers?" "A-plus acting, dear, very convincing. Loving it." The compliments were sarcastic, but at the same time there was a warm tone to his voice. It was adorable to him how she thought she was fooling him. "The name is Irma." "Very well, 'Irma'. Would you like to start now or keep messing around?" Markus unzipped and pulled out his erection while sitting on the barstool. Irma smiled as she motioned for another shot. As she finished it, she licked her lips and began servicing the pseudo-stranger. With a smile on his face, he motioned Henry for another cola as Andrea/Irma was already sucking him off furiously. He leaned back against the bar, feeling good about himself when he could hear people approaching. Three women, in a "V" formation, looking nude and pissed, walked towards him. Markus repositioned himself to sit upright, putting both hands around Irma's head and pressing her down even more. He could already tell she was fully committing to it. He was dominant here. Markus was the alpha. The woman in front was a redhead, which confused Markus for only a moment, as he thought that he may have been wrong about the woman giving him a blowjob. He then realized that the face was all wrong, more cold- looking than his wife. Besides, the real Andrea would never walk around like that. To his mild surprise, he noticed the dark-haired woman and the blonde on either side of this redhead were packing erections. "Excuse me," the redhead said. "We were using that." Markus smiled. "And now I'm making use of it. There's plenty of willing partners in this room, go find 'em." He waved dismissively at the three. The lady in front motioned at the two futanari and they circled around him. "Don't you think that stealing other people's property is rude?" "Aaaaah." Markus tugged at Irma's hair, pulling her off his erection. "How much did you pay them, dear? Not that I really care, more of a...curious question." The three ladies around him shared a smile amongst themselves. "Oh she didn't share any money with us...more of a revelation..." To Markus's surprise, all three of them opened their mouths and three tentacle-cocks stuck out. Irma looked up at him and did the same. "Put those away, now!" Mark was clearly surprised at this new knowledge. It wasn't the fun kind of surprise that he could have just laughed off, like when Andrea and Jeremy had thrown him a surprise party with all those robotic skinsuits. It was the darker kind; the kind that made him feel squeamish (for once) and very, very angry. The surprise that made him realize that someone he loved just crossed a bad line. "Tadaa," the four of them spoke in unison. "Let's go." Markus zipped himself up as he dragged Irma along, the three others following behind. He immediately stormed off to the private booth from which all four ladies came from. In the booth, there was a big bed and a bunch of pillows if one wanted romance. There was a comfy corner sofa nearby. To the right, there was was a rack used for bondage and a small supply of different sex toys. Markus motioned all four of them inside and shut the door behind them, putting the switch on to PRIVACY mode. "So, how do you like it?" All four of them were talking at the exact same time. "One at the time please..." "We are one. That's what it does, do you not remember?" All four of them spawned tentacles from below and let them hover in the air, facing Markus menacingly. "Just one of you talk. Irma." Irma nodded but her tone was not very enthused. "As if this changes the fact that there is no individuality with us. I am...all of them. I see and feel everything." Without dropping eye contact, all four of them began masturbating. "Don't you know how it feels to masturbate four times simultaneously? To feel all?" Markus ignored the panting and stroking of the three and got closer to Irma, the purple tentacles continuing to aim at him. "You just turned four innocent people into puppets for your sick kicks." "And your kicks too, dear. Face it. Your crotch doesn't lie, but it does look delicious." One of the tentacles gently poked Markus's bulge. Markus backed up to the door as four women; two normal and two futa stared at him. "I only got one dick, you know? And while this is like...enticing, it's also wrong, Andrea. You gotta do the right thing and let these people go." "Come on, let's have some fun first." The four women all lined up and got on their knees, showing themselves off for him. "Which one do you pick?" Markus couldn't really decide in the moment but it was tempting for sure. What was the harm...they were under Andrea's spell. She wasn't going to release them until he released in her. "Alright, give me the one with the biggest cock." Three of the girls stood up and retreated to the corner. The one left was the blond woman with short, spunky hair. She had a cock comparable to Markus'. She rolled on her back, stroking her cock with one hand and her breast with the other. "Take me, Markus." Markus grabbed her feet, lifted them up and slid himself inside her with one smooth movement. Without skipping a beat, he began pounding her ass furiously while she relaxed and masturbated with her free hand. In the background the three people went at it. The futa got a blow job while the last woman was in the corner, masturbating furiously. "What's this woman's name?" "Pat Longhaven. Escort hired by Mr. Ralome. Do you want to know her social security number?" Pat responded in between pants, as Markus was going all in. "I love you...I love you so much, you know that?" Pat spoke, but the intonation was 100-percent Andrea's. "I love you too, even though you don't realize how your actions impact others." "No one will remember a thing. All we need to do is clean up the evidence left behind afterwards." Pat came, deliberately splattering her ejaculation over herself to catch as much as she could. "Ladies first, as they say." Markus grabbed Pat tighter as he could feel it build inside himself. It quickly spread and Markus deposited his load inside her. With that finished, Markus pushed Pat off of him. "All right...you got your fun, now let's head home...just possess me and walk me home, alright, dear? No more delays through the club." All four of them rose to their feet and lined up once more. "My creation is complete. I just had to delay you while I went to work." There was a knock on the door. Against his better judgment, Markus unlocked and opened it. He stared not into Club 17, but...what could best be described as living walls of flesh...of tentacles. Two of them shot at him, wrapped around his arms, and pulled him inside. ---------------------------------------------- Markus couldn't believe it. Club 17 was gone. He was walking in...what could only be described as a body, a sentient system of tentacles. He was in the middle of it, standing on a "floor" of cross-stitched tentacles laying silently, unmoved by his steps. He could not see much, only fragments of pink lights coming through the ceiling. He had almost no words to express his shock and horror at the realization that he had been swallowed by a giant alien. "What." The word basically fell out of his mouth. "DO YOU LIKE IT?" Andrea's voice was calm yet loud, echoing around him from all directions, as if there were fifty Andreas speaking the exact same things at the exact same time. "I HAVE ASCENDED BEYOND THE HUMAN BODY. I AM A HIVEMIND NOW." Markus would never admit it, but he was absolutely terrified. He had to put up a front of confidence. Andrea truly was that level of crazy. He had no doubts that she was capable of this...permanently. if this form provided her with such an insane sexual thrill, she would be totally happy staying like this forever. "Well this is certainly surprising." Markus fully committed himself to appearing unimpressed, ignoring the pressure of standing within the sentient flesh of his sociopathic wife, who could devour him in a second. "I FEEL EVERYTHING. I SEE EVERYTHING. I AM EVERYTHING, BUT YOU." "The question is more...how do I make love to this thing?" One of the cocktackles in the walls shot out at him. Markus dodged out of the way with a quick jump to the left. The tentacle turned around to reach for him but Markus did a roll, passing under it. The tentacle further circled around him while Markus repositioned himself, his fists raised and ready for a brawl. The tentacle hung silently in the air. "ARE YOU AFRAID? DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD HURT YOU, MY LOVE?" "It's called instinct." Markus growled. "When I see something come at me in a dark room, I'm not going to let it nail me down...and no, you wouldn't hurt me, but you'll damn well would hurt others. What the fuck did you do?" "I INFECTED THEM. I BECAME ONE WITH THEM. AND IT FEELS AMAZING." "Can you quit sounding like a supervillain at least?" "NO, BECAUSE IT AMUSES ME." Her voice was everywhere around him, inescapable. It was loud and calm. "NOW, LET ME DEMONSTRATE." A tentacle shot out towards Markus' crotch, enveloping onto it. "THEY MAY BE COCKS, BUT THEY'RE FLEXIBLE ENOUGH TO BE PENETRATED." The walls closed in on Markus as it seemed like the entire room began to gently rub across him. It was leaky and messy, but Markus was able to keep cool by the fact that the squiggling tentacles felt sweet. They practically gave him a massage. The "cock" on his cock was servicing him the same way as Andrea usually would. He recognized the patterns of his wife even in this strange situation. He blushed as the whole... threatening aspect of this situation fell away. He was being stimulated all across his body in the most pleasant ways possible. The tentacle on front was relentless, and pushed him further and further over the edge. Markus could feel the tentacles flip him onto his back and form a soft mattress to hold him. "Give me a second, before you continue your recreation of tentacle hentai." "SPEAKING OF WHICH." The tentacles in the middle of the bed parted, and a few arose carrying the skinsuit of a woman. Of course, the hive mind being Andrea, it wouldn't be a run-of-the-mill woman. She was a big bimbo blonde with... Markus's thoughts were interrupted when he realized he recognized just who laid there. He felt his jaw drop. "ELLEN GREENGRASS!?!?" Lying before him was the only woman in town who could actually match his wealth and influence. Ellenore Ariana Greengrass, heir to the Greengrass agricultural fortune. She was his old ex-girlfriend (Not that Andrea had to know that). This woman was going to own a tenth of all agricultural land in the United States. She lay there before him now...as a skinsuit. "Do you have ANY IDEA how fucked you are if she is missing? If anyone misses her?" A tentacle shot up into the empty skinsuit and breathed life into it. Ellen Greengrass, the average-looking, blond girl of 23 years waved her hand at him. Her perky, E cup breasts and massive nipples poked out. Her curves were perfect for a woman of her age. Her body was 100-percent artificial, brought on by a multitude of plastic surgeries. In fact, the scars could still be seen on her chest. "Who's going to miss me? I'm right here, mister policeman!" "You can't just...do that." "Who's stopping me?" Ellen opened her mouth and let two tentacles roll out. She had a cheeky look on her face as they suckled on her nipples. "mmmhawingthebwesttwimeofmylwife" Ellen continued on with two massive tentacles sticking out of her mouth. She retracted them, licking the slime off her lips with a face of fanatical glee. "You've seen Ellen around, you know she's one of us--deviants. Don't act shocked that I'm soon going to be the richest woman in America. In fact..." Ellen crawled over to Markus, sex on her mind. As he tried to move away, the tentacles formed a wall, locking him in place. "Tssk, tssk tssk, you forgot that I am the bed, I am the floor, and I am everything else. Think about it Markus, suddenly Ellen Greengrass falls deeply in love with you. You divorce Andrea and she heads off to Antarctica and dies in a horrible crash. Think of how much money we'd have together." Mark didn't want to tell her that such events almost happened before Andrea was a thought in his mind. "Why would we need more money? Let's face it, we're already incredibly rich. We're rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. If we lose a million a day, we'd still have enough money to keep us going for a millenium." Markus pushed Ellen away with one hand. She didn't try to get closer, even though she had the ability to completely molest him with a mere thought. "Fine then. I'm not going to be playing Ellen, you are." "Absolutely n....." Markus glared at the hundreds of tentacles that now surrounded him. They all aimed in his direction in a threatening shape. "All right. I get it, I get it. I'll put her on and get hentai'd." Markus sighed in defeat. "Oh, but you know it's going to be fun, being a fellow billionaire...taken by the supernatural tentacles from beyond earth and totally...used." Ellen immediately started masturbating. The mere thought of it got her so turned on that she even blushed. Then, she leaped at him, collapsing in mid air into an empty skinsuit. Markus sighed once more. Putting on Ellen Greengrass was the last thing he wanted to do right now...and the only thing he could do. He could feel the entire room waiting for him to get in. He had no real alternatives...and besides, maybe it was going to be incredible. Incredibly wrong, but that had always been the perverted appeal of Andrea's madness. Markus focused on a zipper and watched it appear on Ellen's back. Deliberately taking his time for this one, he casually opened the back hole, making it as wide as he could. He lifted up the legs. He could feel one of the tentacles gently poke against his rectum. "Not yet, not yet. You should work on your patience." "SO YOU KEEP TELLING ME." The raw power and reverberation of the voice caught Markus off guard once again. He flinched. This was immediately followed by a humiliating "tee-hee" giggle from the walla. Markus frowned, but continued to slip his legs inside it, making sure to realign his thicker, hairier ones into the near flawless ones of Ellen. He wriggled with her red-coated toes before sliding in his lower body, his erection smushing against the skinsuit until it hit it's correct place. It fused against the bushy vagina in front of it. With a fierce tingle, his new, soon-to-be-abused female genitalia came online. Next came the stomach, and her upper half currently hung off of Markus' own. He pulled it up and the belly melted onto his within a second. Her very fake, but still impressive breasts perked up and fell into place. Finally, he slipped inside both hands and let his new feminine fingers slip the mask onto his face. One of the tentacles pulled up the zipper on the back. Now Ellen's memories flooded into Markus' brain. He quickly did a search of her memories for any secrets, just in case it would be useful. Nothing except relationship memories. She had no clue what she was doing in business but... For the second time that day, his jaw dropped. A tentacle shot out, yet stopped at the sheer sight of a raised finger. "WHAT?" "I just, did you bother to read her memories?" "NO. I WAS TOO BUSY PREPARING." "Let's just say...the greengrasses...greengrassi, keep it in the family." "REALLY?" "Yeah. I'm seeing memories of family-only sex parties. Everyone doing everyone." "WELL, SHE WAS IN HERE, SO THAT PROVES SHE WAS A DEGENERATE ANYHOW. ARE YOU DONE? I WOULD LIKE YOU TO STRUGGLE AND SQUIRM AS IF IT ISN'T CONSENSUAL." "It isn't. Almost none of this was, but of course, you don't give a shit!" She pretended to ignore that. "PLAY ALONG WITH ME, THE INVOLUNTARY STRUGGLE COMPLETES THE TENTACLE HENTAI, WOULD YOU NOT AGREE?" "WellAgchhhuckgkggghhhh." Ellen was lifted off the ground by 8 tentacles gripping around her arms, holding them back. Another 8 wrapped themselves around her legs, pulling them open wide. Ellen tried to break free but the grasp was inescapable as she was easily spun upside down, the "bedroom" around her reshaping into a hellish cavern of flesh with a thousand cocks pointing at her. Behind the freaked-out mask of Ellen, Markus had to admit that this was, in fact...incredibly hot. Ellen faked a scream before it was silenced by a tentacle immediately deepthroating her violently. Two more tentacles shot out from the mass, wrapping around her arms, binding them together behind her back. The two cockheads wrapped themselves further until they fit through Ellen's hands. Realizing this, she gripped both of them with her free hands so they could masturbate as well. Ellen could feel the tentacle in her mouth slide deeper and deeper inside, resting inside her stomach as it began just poking at her front, creating bumps. It suddenly spread out, wrapping around itself in a ball, giving Ellen the appearance of being pregnant. Four tentacles, two for each hole, began to violate her. One of them not only made its way up her ass, but crawled through her body. Ellen could feel her body shift and shape unrealistically to let the tentacle through. With a rough cough, she could feel it crawl past the other tentacle in her esophagus and exit her mouth. It crawled out of her lips, turned around and ejaculated in her face. As if on cue, cum started dripping from above as a few tentacles had formed into a shower that streamed onto her face. Ellen closed her eyes and kept them closed, letting the feeling of being truly ravaged come over her as the tentacles wriggled around her insides. Two of them now hung in front of her, opening their cockslits wide and applying themselves to her nipples as impromptu suction cups.. Another tentacle wrapped around her shoulder-length blonde hair and pulled it back. Inside her, the feeling was incomparable as 5 different tentacles rolled and squirmed inside her in all directions. They twisted and twitched, stimulating her most vulnerable regions without remorse. Her entire body shook and shivered under the sheer might of the horde intent on fully devouring her. With another painful, yet equally thrilling "SLAM! SLAM!" A third tentacle was violently inserted into her gaping bottom holes as they stretched to make place for it. Another tentacle slid through her system and emerged from her open mouth. Ellen, in the midst of all this abuse could suddenly feel the tentacles holding her aloft start to shiver. "Oh..." she thought to herself before the explosion hit her, rocking her insides and outsides as the juices flowed into through the tentacles before spurting out with great force. waves of cum splashed all over and inside her as Ellen's form seemed to get an extremely bloated belly. Cum filled up her insides faster than it could be contained and soon it was spilling out of her orifices, oozing past the tentacles that still moved and shook and shivered inside her. Ellen could feel that the tentacles inside her began to retreat, still cumming and shivering as the hold on her form lessoned. and They lowered her form onto the once again reformed bed. Ellen coughed and spat out no small amount of cum before she got on all fours and spat the last remnant from her mouth. She took another deep swallow and sighed as the dripping from her two lower holes continued unabated. "Ho-ly..." "WAS THAT AS GOOD FOR YOU AS IT WAS FOR ME?" "y-y-yeah.." Ellen rolled onto her back and could feel the seed literally sloshing from side-to-side inside her now-bloated form. She wiped the cum from her face and head, slowly rising up to a stand. One tentacle patted her oversized stomach. "OH LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE IN A LATE TERM PREGNANCY." Ellen got up, every movement oozing more semen out of her lower orifices. Her mouth and nose could taste and smell nothing but warm, salty cum. "I've never...felt so...full before..." As if on cue, two tentacles approached carrying what appeared to be a latex sex toy. The toy would strap around her nether regions and shut them tight. Without waiting for any sort of approval, they slid the device up her legs and pulled the straps. Ellen squirmed for a second before feeling the straps stop any of the leakage. "THERE, THAT SHOULD STOP YOU FROM LEAKING MY JUICE." "I feel so..full...it all...it needs to get out." "Clack-Clack-Clack" Ellen looked up at the hard sounds in a sea of softness and slime. It was Marian's signature sound. As she walked in her grey pantsuit, the tentacles in her path all receded so she could proceed with ease. "Ah, Miss Greengrass. I presume things have been according to your wishes tonight." Ellen sat back. "I presume that's the original host?" "Correct. What better way to get influential in this club than to immediately take over the stuck-up manager." In the most un-Marian like way, Marian opened her suit and showed off her B cup breasts with glee. "From there, it was just a simple bit of walking in and spreading out, as you can see. She motioned at the walls of tentacles around her. "Right, right." Ellen, or rather Markus could already see that she wasn't going to quit anytime soon...even though he was getting exhausted. The bloated feelings and sloshing didn't help either. His mind was rushing, thinking how to get out of this situation, when he got an idea. As she moved to try and take off her face, Marian shook her head. "No, I do not give you permission to leave that form." Marian got close to Ellen, her soft hands rubbing over the bloated belly. "You're my egg sac now. My children are growing inside you, like the monster in a horror movie." "You know, you're not too far off from a monster, Andrea." Marian leaned in for a sweet kiss on Ellen's cheek. "I know, isn't it lovely?" "I want to see all of these tentacles cum. All of them! At the same time! Think of that, dear!" The look on Marian's face was nothing but glee. "Oh, I like what you're thinking." "All at the same time, don't hold back." "Okay, okay." "Five." "Four" "Three" "Two" "One." Markus inside Ellen could only think of one thing as he braced for it. This was going to be an explosion of cum...that he hoped would finally wear Andrea out. Another deep breath as the world around him exploded into white. All the tentacles around him suddenly began cumming endlessly. As it kicked off, Ellen could see the "world" collapse around her. Ellen could feel it all drop in a giant mass of cum and slime and flesh. It was silent in Club 17. Then, with a majestic struggle, the completely cum-stained and bloated Ellenor Greengrass crawled out of the massive pileup of tentacles. Adrea had fainted. Markus pulled off the Ellen skinsuit and chucked it aside, happy to be back in his own skin for once. He 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 stuff?" "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.