As the creature called No. 35 watched, the look of boredom on his face melted away and he furrowed his brow. He sat forward in his seat and stared intently at the video on-screen.
‘His change has already begun?! This video wasn’t filmed in our facilities… Are you conducting experiments on the outside? That is far too dangerous!’ No. 35 exclaimed angrily, his voice almost approaching a roar.
‘You’re one to talk. That… incident that you caused several months ago really got people talking in this facility,’ the Chief said with a wry smile. No. 35 froze and turned awkwardly away from the Chief, hurriedly changing the subject.
‘Wasn’t this the incident from two weeks ago in which the experimental symbiote escaped containment?’
‘Yes, it was reported by the research team responsible for the breach, although they claimed that everything was fine.’
A look of disgust crossed No. 35’s face, and he turned to the Chief, expecting further elaboration.
‘Yes, they discovered the escape of the symbiote rather quickly. But they recklessly proceeded with observation instead of containing the breach and eventually became unable to manage it. That’s when they came to us.’
In the video, the man’s body changed at an increasing rate. There was a noticeably enlarging bulge at No. 35’s crotch.
‘Fine… I’ll do it. I’ll bring him in.’ No. 35 sighed as he stood up. The sigh wasn’t in frustration though - it was almost lusty.
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The young man was aware of his currently abnormal physical condition, and he knew the cause. It all happened after he had visited that particular facility for a tour.
He was in the middle of walking down one of the endless corridors when he felt something land on his left shoulder.
The smooth, long and thin substance moved like a snake, slithering quickly along his arm. He only caught a glimpse of the glossy green substance before it disappeared into his left arm. It simply jumped and sank into his skin painlessly, almost as if he were made of water.
‘What…!?’
He yelled out in surprise and rubbed the area where the substance had vanished, but it appeared normal.
He looked around, but the other visitors simply stared back at him with quizzical faces. Nobody else had seen what had happened!
He continued rubbing his arm with a puzzled look on his face for the rest of the tour and wasn’t able to concentrate on the visit very much.
After being dismissed, he immediately went to the hospital, and requested that a doctor take X-rays of his arm. However, everything appeared normal, and the doctor reassured him that nothing was wrong.
That night, he lay awake in bed, still absent-mindedly rubbing his left arm.
‘Will people think I was drunk or on drugs if I try to explain what happened to them?’ He thought to himself. ‘Or was all of that really just a daydream?’
He wasn’t able to sleep for a while.
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The next day, he had a strange feeling in his body as soon as he woke up. It felt as if there were something swimming around inside of him, but there was no pain at all. In fact, it was almost comfortable, a ticklish sensation that permeated his insides.
‘Is it a parasite?’ He wondered as he prepared for university. He made up his mind to visit the doctor again after his classes.
The weird sensation made it impossible for him to focus in class, however. Whatever the substance was , it seemed to be swimming around his body on its own free will. It would sometimes keep still, but every time it moved, he would feel a sense of comfort, and he would smile almost dreamily.
Suddenly, it moved across his crotch, causing him to let out a small yelp of pleasure. He blushed and covered his mouth in embarrassment, twisting his body and crossing his legs to control his lust, trying to hide the erection that was forming in his pants. Thankfully, no one had noticed, but he prayed hard that the substance would not move anywhere else, focusing his attention on where he wanted it to go.
Just then, he noticed that if he concentrated enough, he could almost direct the substance around his body.
He gave up on the lesson and focused instead on getting the substance to go where he wanted it to. For a while, he struggled to control it, but finally succeeded in containing it in his hand. The substance would still eventually move around, but quietened down as soon as he concentrated on it. Finally, he was able to pay attention to his lecture in peace.
Towards the end of the lesson, a bright idea flashed in his head. He would experiment with this substance during his lunch break in one of the unused classrooms.
‘Maybe I can get this thing out of my body this way!’ He thought gleefully.
He sat at an empty desk and placed his hand on the table, palm up. Then, he focused hard on moving the substance through his hand and out of his palm.
It worked!
The tip of the green, glossy substance emerged from his hands, causing his skin to ripple like the surface of water. He was amazed, but simply wanted to get the substance completely out of his body.
His expectations were soon crushed, however, and his expression went from surprise to frustration as an endless supply of the substance seemed to flow steadily from his hand, - much more than what had originally entered his body.
The substance was starting to take on the form of a long and thick tentacle. Unnoticed by him, it extended itself towards the ceiling of the classroom, gathering more and more material from the never-ending supply appearing from his hand. The tentacle brushed against the ceiling, and it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
He was shocked - he could FEEL the tentacle like it was part of him! It was incredibly sensitive, and seemed to be covered in receptors that sent waves of pleasure throughout his body - He was enjoying himself immensely, and continued to rub the tentacle against the ceiling.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, he almost passed out from it when a loud voice from the corridor woke him from his stupor.
He rapidly retracted the tentacle into his hand and left the room.
He didn’t go to the doctor after school. Instead, he headed straight back to his room and jumped into his bed, eager to test out his new abilities. This time, he focused on the substance swimming within him and concentrated on extruding the tentacle from his ankle.
He managed to get the tentacle out much quicker than before. Bringing it to his face, he noticed the glossy surface was slightly translucent, and smelled strongly of rubber, which caused him to wrinkle his nose.
He extended the tentacle slowly and wrapped it around the half-empty PET bottle on his bedside table.
He brought it to his lips and tried to take a sip, but tilted it a bit too much and ended up choking. Nevertheless, he laughed as he sputtered. ‘Holy crap this is amazing! This tentacle is almost completely a part of me now!’
He tried to crush the now empty plastic bottle with his tentacle, but it lacked the power to accomplish that feat.
He then retracted the tentacle into his foot and extended it from his hand again. He attempted to swing it like a whip, but it moved too slowly.
‘Phew, I’m gonna need some training,’ he grinned to himself, looking forward to using his newfound ability.
Over the next few days, he practised using the tentacle in numerous useful ways. At the start, it took him several minutes to grow the tentacle and move it around. By the end of five days, however, he was able to extend it in seconds. Its power increased exponentially as well, and he was soon able to use the tentacle to grab things in places that would normally be out of his reach. He could also use it as a third arm when his original two were occupied, and he often used it to prank friends in class.
After about ten days, he was not just able to sprout the tentacle from his body, but could also transform parts of his body into one.
That night, he transformed his penis into a tentacle. The pleasure generated from the act washed over him like a tsunami, the euphoria generated from simply touching it indescribable. He no longer harboured any thoughts about getting rid of the tentacle.
Unbeknownst to him, his body was changing at the cellular level, being slowly replaced by the same substance that the tentacle was composed of as he proceeded with training.
One day, while taking a shower, all of the hair on his body, except the hair on head, sloughed off and was washed away. He rubbed his now flawlessly smooth and oddly glossy body in surprise. All the pores were gone from his skin. He didn’t mind that much though.
On closer inspection of his body in he mirror, he also noticed that while he was preoccupied with the tentacle, he hadn’t noticed his body putting on muscle mass, while all his excess body fat had simply melted away, leaving him looking more toned and fit than he had ever been in his life.
He also learnt that he had become much more resistant to bodily harm - almost invulnerable. He had accidentally sliced his finger with a knife while cooking, and no blood came out. Instead, the wound healed itself immediately and disappeared without even a scar.
He absolutely loved the transformation he was undergoing.
‘I might even be able to become a super hero!’ He chuckled to himself merrily.
But, on morning of the thirteenth day, all hell broke loose. The tentacle within his body seemed much more active than usual.
He had changed his right arm into a tentacle and was dextrously operating the buttons on his TV. Suddenly, a different tentacle grew from the side of the first, catching him by surprise.
He was able to adapt quickly though, and soon had control over the second tentacle as well, using it to grasp a glass.
‘Awesome! Now I’ve got two tenta-’
His words were cut short as his tongue shapeshifted into a tentacle on its own and lolled out of his mouth onto the table.
‘…!!’
Upset by the unexpected growth of this new tentacle, he tried to grab his tongue with his left hand to shove it back into his mouth. However, the fingers on his left hand simply wriggled limply and flopped around uselessly, having suddenly become boneless.
He was able to operate his right arm freely and could still return it to its human form. But the tentacles sprouting from the rest of his body were unstoppable, and continued growing in length and increasing in number. He was overwhelmed - he wasn’t able to concentrate on all of them at once!
The green substance rapidly propagated throughout his body, sprouting and growing from multiple places as tentacles and replacing parts of his body as well. Flesh that had been converted into the green substance would no longer revert back to human flesh, no matter how hard he tried.
As tentacles erupted from his head, thrashing violently, the hair on his head came loose and fell off, leaving him with a shiny green scalp covered in writhing tentacles.
‘No!’ He cried in anguish.
‘No no no this can’t be happening… I don’t want to be a tentacle monster!’ He sobbed, but instead of shedding tears, his eyes were blurred by the same green substance that covered his body.
However, when several of the tentacles that had emerged from within him started to get entwined, sliding their smooth, sensitive bodies along his body and each other, the feelings of fear and regret were immediately washed away in a torrent of pleasure, and he yelled out as an orgasm rolled through his body, causing him to shudder in ecstasy. The tentacles overflowed from his body, and showered him with unparalleled pleasure throughout his entire being.
His penis elongated, stretching and morphing into a thick green tentacle which tore through his underwear and started to emit even more waves of pleasure without pause, not giving him any time at all to recover from his previous orgasm.
‘Nooooo, I can’t control it anymore!!’ He moaned, half in terror and half in pleasure, as a tentacle growing from his nipple entwined itself around his now lengthy and prehensile tongue.
Both of his arms transformed into bunches of tentacles, squirming and writhing around of their own accord. The lower half of his body abruptly liquified, causing him to fall forward as his legs turned to jello and he lost his balance.
By now, his penis had grown to enormous proportions, the long, sinuous, green appendage spasming as it ejaculated repeatedly, each convulsion causing the tentacle to rub against his body, repeating the process and making him climax again. White sperm spewed forth with each orgasm, but before long his balls had been emptied of its human seed, and only a black viscous fluid gushed from the tip of his snake-like dick.
Then, he started to regain the human form that he had lost. The tentacles growing from his body twisted around each other, merging and combining mass to reform his limbs. He was kind of relieved that he could at least return to his human form, even as waves of pleasure continued to wrack his body.
His silhouette slowly but surely began to resemble that of a human again, but that shape was completely composed of tentacles.
The muscles in his chest bulked up tremendously, and his washboard abs became even more defined. The muscles in his shoulder, back and neck expanded rapidly too.
At his shoulders, the squirming mass of tentacles started to recombine, bulging out and giving rise to arms and hands. However, his flesh did not return to its human colour, and the green hands that emerged at the end of his forming arms resembled those of a beast’s claws, the tip of his four fingers on each hand wickedly sharp, like talons.
His lower body began to rise up from the floor as well, the tentacles undulating as they merged and took the shape of two legs. Again, his lower limbs seemed more bestial than human, talons tipping the three toes on each foot, sharp enough to tear through steel like paper.
As the muscles throughout his body bulged and tensed up, he felt an overwhelming sense of power flow through him.
‘GRAWWWWWWWW!’
Like a feral beast, he let loose a tremendous roar, the tentacle in his mouth continuing to thrash about, spittle flying out of his maw.
His head started to transform, the front pushing out to form a long, sturdy muzzle like a lizard, while more tentacles emerged from the back of his head like horns.
He looked in the mirror and examined himself carefully - his appearance now resembled that of a muscular lizard man, his colour a glossy green with tentacles sprouting from the back of his head and from inside his mouth.
He shut his eyes tight, breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow of his numerous orgasms and the feeling of power.
After a while, his tentacle penis stopped moving around and shrank slowly, retracting and disappearing into his crotch.
He took several more deep breaths before finally opening his eyes. His pupils were noticeably absent, his eyes replaced by the same shiny green substance as the rest of his body.
He continued staring into the mirror, feeling up his new body.
‘Is this… me?’
The face of a feral lizard monster stared back at him from the mirror. But he didn’t feel fearful at all. The symbiotic tentacle had taken care of that, corrupting his brain and making him more accepting of his new form and abilities. To him, this was perfectly normal - all of his fears and regrets were gone with his humanity.
He stroked his muzzle with his new claw. All of his skin had been replaced by the rubbery substance - and any contact with it was pleasurable to him.
He bared his fangs in the mirror and chuckled. He was filled to the brim with confidence, bristling with the power that his new form gave to him.
Experimentally, he transformed his four claws into tentacles and used it to explore his body further, causing him to murmur in pleasure.
Now, he barely had to concentrate at all to control his tentacles - it was completely natural to him, as if they had been a part of him all along.
He commanded several more tentacles to emerge from various parts of his body and rubbed them together. Aroused, his crotch twitched, and several penis tentacles sprung forth, one after another, making him grin broadly and shiver once again.
‘This is great…’”
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