Week End Update: An Early Update and Future Speculation

After surgery, I'm supposed to be resting and recuperating. If I get up the motivation, I may start working on my next story... I definitely don't feel right doing absolutely nothing, so here's the blog post early this weekend!

Octopodded

So far I've gotten some good comments about this work. It's one of the strangest stories I've ever written, and it came out the fastest. It's hard to capture lightning like that in a bottle, so I wouldn't expect a miracle like that again in the near future.

Though, if I magically start feeling better, who knows what I might end up accomplishing?

At any rate, the third chapter, which comes in at about 15,000 words, will be posted on my usual Wednesday schedule. The first chapter has been posted to Literotica, and the second shall be following as soon as their scheduling system decides to allow it through.

Robotic Restitution

I've waded through editing the nineteenth chapter today, putting me one chapter away from the first editing pass being completed. That will be a major milestone, but will simply herald the start of the next phase of editing, where I hope to catch any embarrassing errors before I attempt to publish the books. 

There's a lot of fun scenes in them, so if you're a fan of my work, stay tuned, this is still on schedule so far. I expect to publish the first book in about a month and a half, and then hopefully the rest shall follow on a more or less monthly basis until they're all out and released.

This has consumed so much of my time, I really do hope there turns out to be a few fans of this work out there!

Purple Balls

What is it about circuses that attract a fair number of fetish stories? Perhaps it's the ability for almost anything strange to happen, especially since the circus has been known to attract more than a few nonstandard types of people.

Anyway, I've been tossing around the idea of writing a strange circus story the past week, ever since I saw Junkrat's new circus skin in Overwatch.

Crazy clowns are pretty popular in horror stories, no?

The purple balls he fires are delightfully wacky.

Now, it wasn't the costume that is giving me the first glimmers of inspiration. No, it's the wacky purple balls he's shooting from his grenade launcher.

Those bring back a memory of art from the early 00's where someone had drawn a grotesquely transformed futa sailor moon with gigantic balls that had stars on them. S/he was impregnating another sailor scout, corrupting her and transforming her into another similar monster.

After doing some Bing searching, I was able to locate the image I was thinking about on hypnohub. I don't know the original artist, so I can't attribute this image properly. If anybody knows, let me know so I can credit it properly.

Anyhow, what if a couple goes to the circus, and the male is captured by the evil ringmaster for use in his circus? He's bred with the existing, single humanoid female beast. Somehow, this makes his balls grow. He takes on a purple skin coloration and his balls get gigantic with stars on them.

His girlfriend is turned into a clown and becomes his trainer, perhaps. Maybe he ends up impregnating and transforming another of her friends into a second, female beast so that he has more than one in his harem?

Maybe others are visiting the circus with them, they split up to experience the different attractions, and end up encountering different fates? 

1. One of them goes through the hall of mirrors and falls prey to their reflection?
2. Another visits the snake charmer, and through her charms, is converted into a humanoid snake she uses for her performances.
3. One of the performers is a succubus, and has her sights set on the main character's best friend.
4. The trapeze artist is secretly a vampire and she steals away one of their party to become her thrall.
5. A crazed puppet master coerces one of the group to see his doll collection and she gets turned into one of them.

So many good ideas for bad ends! Probably too many for a short story. But enough for a medium sized one without getting too fatigued? Not sure, I'd have to start writing to find out.

But maybe I really ought to be starting that other Hive story in preparation for the release of my novels? We shall see.

Story: Octopodded - Chapter Two

Tags: MC, FD, FF, MF, SF, Oviposition, Octopus, Minor Vore

Octopodded

Chapter Two

Rosanna sat in the bushes with a group of podded humanoids, blinking in the light of the afternoon sun. It was hard to credit, but it had only been a few hours since her initial capture. Mistress worked quickly, preparing for the landing party.

The area outside the cave was quiet, long stalks of the soporific flowers filling the under canopy. Above, the waving branches of tall evergreens filtered the light trickling down to her sister slaves.

Rosanna was situated on an outcropping above and to the side of the entrance to the cave, giving them an excellent view of the clearing below. An earthen ramp wrapped around the side, a grass strip leading from the top of the cliff to the small clearing. Everything was quiet but for branches waving in the wind.

She looked down, admiring the contours of the octopus creature sitting on her pussy. It was wrapped around her waist beneath her swollen belly, watching her with animalistic devotion. It had climbed onto her body as she had left the cafeteria cave, settling into position with a wet slap. She didn't question its presence; this, too, was the will of her Mistress.

Running a hand over its bulbous head, she moaned as it stroked its rough tongue over her pussy. She thought about how the one on her head was doing the same to her brain, treating her like a pet. *Good thought* She wanted to stand here and think about her slavery all day, *bad thought*, but she needed to be ready to follow her Mistress' commands. *Good thought*

She focused as her comm chirped. She wasn't wearing her utility belt, but that didn't matter. One of the octopus arms dangling on her shoulder was helpfully curled around the small device. She retrieved the device in the palm of her hand, lacking the fine control necessary to manipulate it with her arms. As she acclimated to her new position, she was certain that with practice she would learn to use these new appendages as if they were her own. *Good thought*

"Rosanna here," she said, careful to leave out any hint of her arousal.

"This is Abbott," came a prim voice. "We have landed near your position. Please give us directions." His tone was clipped.

Rosanna rolled her eyes. Abbott Prosser was an idiot. A well connected idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. She wondered why he had been assigned to lead the expedition, as his only achievement was failing upward to first lieutenant. Even that much power was more than enough to go to his head. She had been ordered around by him like a peasant more than once.

She curved her lips, viciously pleased at what Mistress would do to him. All she needed to do was set the hook and lead him into the trap. She glanced at the comm's readout.

"Direct your path to grid coordinates 543841. You're looking for a small clearing butted up against a small cliff face. Watch for the cave opening, and group up. It's easy to get lost in the forest. Rosanna, out."

"Abbott received," he replied, voice dripping with condescension. "We should be there within minutes, if your directions are sufficient. Out."

Rosanna curled her lips in a snarl. The backhanded insult was an unfortunate pleasure of dealing with the supercilious bastard. Never mind, it wouldn't be her problem for long. A sudden realization hit her. This wasn't her problem at all. Mistress would solve the problem for her. *Good thought*

She stroked her fingers over the Octopus on her waist, taking comfort from its rubbery presence. Ten other podded humanoids crouched all around her, hiding in the long grass that grew at the cliff face. The clearing below was only about ten feet down, not a long drop. She imagined jumping from the top, landing in the circle of green grass as if it was a bed of down feathers.

Her imagination was being silly again. She shook her head, narrowing her eyes. There, against the far edge of the clearing, she could see motion. Was that the landing party? If she had her full complement of equipment, she could have used her spotting scope, but most of her usual gear was hidden somewhere in the cave. Mistress must not think she needed it to accomplish this task. *Good thought*

Her initial intuition was correct. The waving fronds of vegetation soon resolved into a line of heavily armed crew members, scanning back and forth as if they were in a hostile environment.

Damn, they were being overly cautious for what this mission should entail. The spearhead of the unit was led by a woman, who stopped in the middle of the clearing and held one hand up in a fist. The rest of her people spread out behind, forming a circle of troops that watched their surroundings warily.

Abbott wasn't with this bunch. She hadn't expected him to lead the party, but she certainly had thought he would be close behind. She couldn't have missed him. His thin, gaunt frame would be unmistakable. Where was the rest of their party?

The lead soldier raised a hand to her helmet, popping the visor open and waving her hand. The other soldiers followed suit, the red lights around their neck lines making them look like armored beetles.

"We're here!" Sally declared in a commanding voice. "Rosanna, where are you?"

Rosanna froze, not sure what she should do. Leading this unit was her friend Sally, the security chief, not that bozo Abbot. Sally was no push over, and could beat Rosanna's butt twice over without breaking a sweat. She had never won a tennis match against the chief.

If she gave away her position now, without knowing where the rest of the landing party was holed up, Mistress might not be able to capture them all in one fell swoop. If anybody was able to get away and warn the ship above, they were all as good as dead.

Indecision kept her frozen, unable to move a muscle. If she did nothing, this would all be over. Her pulse raced.

The tentacle in her brain shifted, spearing her core. She could feel her body straightening. She waved an arm, her lips moving, not under her control. "Hello, the party!"

Sally blinked, looking up at Rosanna's position with surprise. The sun beamed from behind her head, making it hard for them to see her clearly. Still, it was impossible to hide that she was completely nude, and it wouldn't take much longer for them to realize that she had an octopus sitting on her head.

"Mistress welcomes you to Antasia," she declared, not bothering to hide her strange condition.

It was mighty bold of Mistress to take a direct approach. She must be confident of success. *Good thought*

Everything happened all at once. The tall flowers surrounding the soldiers leaned over, expelling their spores into the air, a yellow cloud suffusing the area. "It's a trap!" declared Sally, pressing against her neckline to snap her helmet back on.

Some of the others on her squad weren't quite as lucky, the soporific effect seizing their autonomic nervous systems before they had a chance to react. At least half of them succumbed to the flowers, but that still left five more to deal with.

The soldiers snapped up their rifles into firing position, but Rosanna had dropped into a crouch, leaving them no target to attack. What else were they going to shoot, a bunch of flowers?

They turned around in circles, looking for an enemy. It didn't take long for them to find one. Podded humanoids ambushed them from all sides, a swarm of naked bodies rushing them in silence. They tackled two of the soldiers before they could got off a shot, octopus arms ripping at their helmets.

Rosanna stood at the command of her Mistress, the others around her doing so as well. A singular goal glowed in her head. This party must be captured, for Mistress. *Good thought*

She began to run, legs pumping down the grass ramp. Her brain noted flashes of red light, blistering beams of light firing wildly. The other podded humanoids ran with her, but she only vaguely registered their presence. She had eyes only for Sally, who by now had regained her composure and was blasting her attackers with stunning beams of energy from her rifle.

Many of the attackers fell, tumbling over themselves as they dropped to the forest floor. Splashes of red in the green grass, octopus arms twirling wildly.

Despite the ferocity and increasing accuracy of their fire, there were far too many attackers for them to handle. It was obvious to Rosanna that they were quickly becoming overrun.

Sally shouted, audible over the silent assault of the podded humanoids. "Go lethal! Go lethal! Go, go, go!"

The hum of the energy weapons increased in tenor, actinic blasts of red light lancing through some of the podded attackers. Blood arced through the air as shots slammed home.

The bloodshed spiked her anger. There was no reason to kill and destroy the servants of Mistress! This what was what Dry people always inevitably did. There could be no peace with the Dry, not as long as they killed indiscriminately.

She sprinted at full speed, hands curled into claws. Despite their lethality, the troopers were dropping, one by one. Hands grabbed at their weapons, yanking them from their hands and tossing them away. Octopus arms wrapped around their shoulders and heads, holding them in position as others worked to remove their helmets. One of them struggled, pulling a knife to slice at one of the arms wrapping around his neck.

Rosanna felt a sharp pain at her hip, a scorching burn impacting the octopus straddling her hips. It shrieked piteously, its tentacle writhing inside her. Far from pleasurable, its pain pierced her ears until she would do anything to make it stop.

Eyes wild, she spotted Sally lowering her rifle for another shot. She grabbed hold of the barrel, yanking it downwards. A shot blasted the ground, sending up chunks of dirt which speckled the front of her body. She slammed into Sally, throwing her off balance.

Two others joined her in an instant, holding Sally down. Tentacle arms slapped over the top of her helmet, suckers straining in an attempt to remove it.

Rosanna moved her hips over Sally, squeezing her thighs to hold her in place. She leaned forward, giving the security chief a good view of her breasts while she inspected her captive.

Sally's helmet was an interlocking design, meant for hard use on hostile planets. Tearing it off would be quite difficult without damaging it irreparably, but if you knew where the manual release was located, it was child's play. She ran one hand down the side of Sally's neck, stabbing down with her index finger.

The helmet popped off, removed by the pressure exerted by the octopus suckers, and was discarded. Sally's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Rosy? What the fuck is going on here?"

The tentacle of one of her octopus arms wrapped around Rosanna’s right breast, giving it a light squeeze. "You are Dry. You cannot understand until you have been made Wet."

She smiled with pity as the octopus she wore as a belt relaxed its remaining arms, climbing onto Sally's chest. Three of its arms had been blown off, big gaping wounds oozing blue ichor. It left a trail of liquid behind as it pulled itself up her suit. Sally stared at the beautiful creature in disgust.

"First, you shall be made into a Tentacle. Understanding will come. In time, you will yearn to be podded. I cannot imagine living Dry. I wish to be podded more than I can say. Serving Her is the purest form of living."

She realized it was true. Somewhere along the way she had accepted her destiny and wished to embrace it. Being podded was more exciting than sex. Being Mistress' Tentacle was Purpose.

Sally cursed like the sailor she was, her jaw moving uselessly as the octopus maneuvered its way over her face. She tried to bite an arm as it flipped past, but its spongy surface survived the force without injury.

The two podded humanoids lifted up her shoulders, giving the octopus easier access to her head. It rotated into place, the injured arms making it tilt off balance. Its eye blinked slowly, red with distress. To counter the odd angle, the remaining arms wrapped around Sally’s head, some of its suckers sticking onto her nose.

She didn't stop cursing until the octopus hammered down on her head. She turned white, her eyes rolling as it ate its way into her skull. Her body shook, once, twice, then was still. Her lips moved involuntarily.

She blinked, eyes suddenly more vividly blue than before. The tentacle had pierced her mind, making her Wet. Her new hat rolled its eye, the angry red coloration around the periphery fading. Implantation was complete. She was a Tentacle.

It was only now that the adrenaline was fading that she evaluated her own condition. She had gotten incredibly lucky. The octopus on her waist had acted like armor, absorbing most of the energy from the blast, leaving only a small, red mark on her right hip.

Her muscles ached from the short run, belly protesting from her adrenaline fueled movements. She stroked her chest, hoping that none of her precious cargo had been injured. She needed to birth more octopuses to spread her mistress' commands.

Sally was still being processed, her mouth working as the tentacle plugged itself into her mind. Now that the initial rush of the attack was over, Rosanna relaxed, sitting back and looking around the clearing. The other soldiers hadn't fared much better than Sally, their helmets removed, cute octopuses perched on their heads like hats.

In several cases the soldier’s helmets had been destroyed. The podded people must have been unable to figure out where the manual release was located. She marveled at the twisted metal, impressed by how much strength their octopus friends possessed.

It hadn't gone smoothly for all of them, however. One unfortunate crew member's head had been crushed like a grape, nothing left but a wet, red hole in the top of an armored suit. She looked away, distressed by the waste. Death was Dry; only the living could be Wet.

She wondered about what was happening elsewhere. Abbott was still out there somewhere, and the landing party must have left a pilot behind on the shuttle for a quick escape, if necessary. If they found out what had happened here, the jig was up.

Sally stirred beneath her, blinking cerulean blue eyes. "I am Wet," she declared. "I am a Tentacle. Mistress commands me."

Satisfied that her friend was sufficiently under control, Rosanna stood up and gave her an arm. The surrounding podded humanoids stood back, waiting silently.

Rosanna got a good look at the octopus on Sally's head, surprised to see that the bloody stumps had sealed up. Looking closely, she could almost see the ends of tiny wiggling appendages in the center of the wounded areas. Their octopus friends had amazing regeneration properties! She marveled at her Mistress and what she was capable of. *Good thought*

Sally stood, staring straight ahead as the tentacle worked itself deeper into her mind. "I obey. Yes, others must be made Wet."

The other crew members were standing, too, all the remaining soldiers paired with a new octopus friend. The clearing belonged to her Mistress. Her mind worked, trying to figure out what else needed to be done to accomplish her Mistress' goals. Plenty of time had passed, enough that the rest of the landing party should have found out what was going on by now. Did they need to seek them out and implant octopuses on them as well?

Her feet began to move, turning her back towards the cave. She laughed, realizing that this was not on her shoulders. She didn't need to come up with a plan. Her Mistress was in control of them all.

She walked through the entrance, other podded people following her in a single line. From her previous stay, she knew the next side passage lead to the mating room, filled with octopus spawn. They marched past, heading down the far hall towards the strange little cafeteria.

The rest of the complex was a mystery to her, but she supposed that Mistress would reveal it to her as necessary for her duties. She was just a small Tentacle, part of a larger whole.

She stepped back into the cafeteria room, the beige tables providing a strange sort of familiarity. The room was empty, but they soon started to fill it up, lines of podded humanoids standing against the walls. Rosanna's feet carried her to the end of one of the tables and she turned around, facing the others as they piled in.

Sally stood next to her, gurgling with happiness. Her joining must be going well. The rest of the soldiers took the far table. She looked around, noting the lack of Regina or Brenda. Were they somewhere else, performing duties for Mistress?

A communicator beeped and she reached for the unit gripped by one of her octopus arms, but it wasn't hers. She tilted her head and looked at Sally as the woman raised her own unit to her lips.

The speaker crackled. "Captain Roger, calling expeditionary force. Expeditionary force, come in please."

Sally pressed the button, staring far off into the distance. Her lips moved, the rest of her face without expression. "Security Chief Sally here, what's going on, captain? Situation nominal on the ground here. The aliens are even trying to feed us some of their food."

A podded humanoid had retrieved a plate of fruits, serving a row of others who had sat down at the far table. Tentacles had voracious appetites; she was feeling rather hungry herself.

"It's the shuttle crew," replied the captain. "I can't reach them. Can you send a detachment to check up on them?"

"Aye aye, captain, I'll send Roberts now. I don't think we'll be here too long, the xenos look friendly."

"Good, tell the salvage crew to get back to work when they can extricate themselves safely. We still have a job to do here."

"Aye captain," replied Sally with clipped diction. "I will let them know. Sally out."

The communicator chirped as she cut the connection, dropping her arm to the side. She stood still, waiting for further commands from Mistress.

Motion came at the far wall, more podded humanoids marching into the chamber. She was pleasantly surprised to see that they were led by Regina, who appeared uninjured.

Following in the rear were faces she recognized. Yes, that was definitely Abbot and the rest of his crew. They must have been ambushed by Mistress and mated with octopus spawns before they could warn the captain.

A wise smile on her face, Regina walked up to her and clasped her arm. "This mission has been a complete success, thanks to your efforts. There is nobody else who remains Dry on this planet."

Rosanna burped, feeling the eggs sitting heavy in her belly. How long was gestation for octopus spawn? She was eager to experience a birthing. She ran her hands over her swollen belly. "I'm feeling so full," she moaned.

Regina pressed a hand over her belly button. "You are eager. This is good. However, it is not yet time. You must carry them for me a while longer. Our spawn will be necessary to assault the ship, and I lack sufficient room to house them all here."

She grinned. "I think you will like what comes next, however. Since the expedition leader has been captured, your voice is not necessary to convince the captain that everything is going well. You are ready to be podded."

She ran her hands down her own hips, highlighting her swollen belly. "This body is ready, too. Do you want to take the next step?"

Rosanna nodded, happy to be transformed by Mistress, ready to be turned into her perfect slave. Regina lifted a finger, turning to walk down the tunnel in the far side of the chamber. "Follow me," she said.

The tunnel had been dug out wide enough to fit a decent sized truck. The ground was smooth under Rosanna’s feet, a transparent red coating covering the natural rock. The passage was dotted with a series of human sizes holes, leading to what appeared to be small alcoves. A dim blue glow came from each chamber, many of them filled with large, oblong eggs.

"Podding doesn't take up too much room," explained Mistress. "But to prevent new pods from being in the way, I like to take them here until they have finished their transformation."

She turned left at the next tunnel, ducking to dodge the low ceiling. Inside was a circular alcove about as large as a medium sized closet. This one was occupied, a large, rust colored egg propped against the rear. The egg was as tall as Rosanna, the top almost scraping the ceiling. She wondered what kind of animal could produce something this size.

On the egg’s surface near the top third, there was an imprint of one of the octopus creatures, as if it had been cast into the exterior. She touched its eye, feeling nothing more than a dry grit. It was almost as though an artist had added the octopus onto the shell with modeling clay.

"She's almost finished," murmured Regina. "She is ready to come out."

The leathery outer coating flexed, something probing outwards from the interior. Small cracks formed around head level, something wet picking at them until they turned into holes. Octopus arms jammed through the holes, wriggling as they muscled their way out. The egg shifted, another area flexing around its middle.

The exterior cracked, an arm jamming through the surface. "She would make it out eventually on her own, but we need this chamber," remarked Regina. "With all the new arrivals, our conversion chambers will be filled to capacity."

She jammed a hand into one of the cracks near a tentacle arm, pulling off a piece of the shell. A crack propagated all the way down the side, curling underneath the oval bottom.

Following her lead, Rosanna grabbed a piece of the shell as well, the jagged edge digging into the skin of her palm. It felt warm to the touch, crackling as a large piece came off in her hands. It was a bit like shelling a gigantic hard boiled egg.

The progress went faster, a gap widening as the podded humanoid inside was able to assist. She caught a glimpse of its remodeled body, reddish skin wet from the juices of transformation.

The egg rocked again, the shell bursting apart at the seams. The occupant stood up, unfolding from the fragments of her birth. She was large, slightly taller than Rosanna, her reddish skin leathery. The humanoid's breasts were as large as her head, with well defined nipples. This would have looked quite strange on a normal sized human, but her body was large enough to make them appear proportional on her frame.

Her belly was filled with eggs, but only appeared slightly enlarged. Her internal egg carrying capacity must have been increased, adapting her to make her more efficient for breeding.

Her head had been melded with an octopus, a single large eye staring out at her helpers with curiosity. A circular wrinkle of skin opened where her mouth used to be. The mouth area moved, making sounds that were alien to Rosanna's ears.

"You won't be able to understand her," said Regina. "Her voice box and brain have been remodeled, she doesn't speak our language. Only other podded people can understand. Only other podded people need to understand."

Regina stroked the newly podded humanoid's hip. "Hello, Brenda, you're looking beautiful. I'm glad to see the transformation has gone so well for you. If you could please wait outside, Rosanna would like to take your place."

A shock ran through her chest. This is what had happened to Brenda? She looked over the alien with critical eyes. It looked nothing looked like Brenda. Her body had been completely remodeled, from head to toe.

Brenda dipped her head, making a strange noise with her rounded mouth before shuffling out of the alcove. Mistress shifted her attention to Rosanna. "It's your turn to undergo conversion. You will be podded, like Brenda. It is necessary to increase your breeding capacity so that I may spread to the stars. Don't worry, this will only be uncomfortable for a moment."

Rosanna's body jerked, an uncomfortable pressure squeezing down on the exterior of her skull. The octopus atop her head was pulsating, its body expanding to fit over the top of her head. Something squirted inside her brain. Her vision blurred, the world filling with visual snow.

Her lips moved, voiceless, a great joy filling her center. A dark membrane slipped over her eyes, the creature swallowing her head whole. The bottom of its mouth cling around her neck as it stretched on its journey downwards.

Was this what it felt like to be swallowed whole? Unable to breathe, her vision faded to black as the creature squeezed over her shoulders.

***

At first she was aware that she hadn't been thinking about anything for quite some time. It was strange to her, as her inner monologue was usually incessant, never leaving her alone. Now that it was back, she wasn't sure what she should be thinking about. It was as if her brain had been turned off and back on again like a light switch.

A core truth was in her mind, that hadn't been there before. She was podded. What that meant, precisely, she couldn't explain. The situation before she had been eaten by her octopus had been quite odd, a fact that had escaped her at the time. It was not normal for someone to be controlled by a tentacle stuck in their brain that told them what to do.

Not normal, but wonderful. She had always been aware of its presence, but now it was missing. Something had changed, and she wasn't yet sure how to feel about that.

She still belonged to the Mistress, yes, but she wasn't being piloted by an external force. She had been integrated, one with her Mistress. A cool presence sat in the back of her mind, the entity coloring her every thought with devotion. It was almost as though she was a lake being fed by an underground stream. She was an outlet for her Mistress' will. She was her Tentacle.

The urge to do something for her Mistress was foremost in her mind. However, it didn't seem like there was anything for her to do at the moment. Her eyes felt open, but all she perceived was a warm glow. She was crouched in a ball, tight pressure holding her arms and legs tightly against her body. She was unable to move them even an inch.

Her pulse throbbed through the comfortable red warmth of her bondage, a triple echo vibrating with every pulsation. She didn't recall her heartbeat ever sounding like that before, but she dismissed it as unimportant. She just needed to leave. To get out.

This urgency turned into action. She tried to pull her arms apart, with little success. Concentrating on her end goal, she commanded her body to move with all her strength.

There came movement around her head, a faint tapping sound tickling her senses. Her command had been heard, but not by her usual limbs. A sharp poke hit the front of the egg she was trapped in, cracking a hole at eye level.

Light flooded her senses, dazzling her for a short moment. There were so many colors! She marveled at the kaleidoscope, burbling as greens and blues burst into her mind. Light sparkled throughout the chamber, bright blue stars speckling the walls.

Reddish tentacles infiltrated her vision from either side, widening the crack they had started earlier. She stopped struggling, watching her arms in delight as they followed her commands.

Whipping through the hole, suckers on her arms slapped against the front of the shell. They tugged outward, providing negative pressure. She turned, shoving her shoulder against the crack. The egg split open from top to bottom, her body rolling out to splay on the ground.

She stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. She hadn't expected that result. Just how strong was she? She whuffed, happy to be free of the confines of the egg.

An egg fragment was jabbing her in the back. She shuffled, sitting up to take stock of the situation. Her eye widened, brain confused at what she saw. Her thighs were enormous! Her chest was enormous! Her breasts were enormous, too!

It was as though her body had been run through an enlargement ray, inflating her to two or three times her former size. She thumbed a nipple, a burst of air escaping her mouth hole as a flash of pleasure thrilled up her neck. Nothing wrong with those!

She rubbed a hand over a thigh, marveling at her reddish skin. It felt scaly, like that of a reptile. It wasn't an angry red, like a burn, but leathery and cool to the touch, with a thin layer of wet lubrication over its surface, making her look shiny. She pressed the tip of a finger into her swollen stomach, surprised to see how much her new skin could stretch.

At least the transformation had not hurt any of her eggs. She circled her palms on her belly, enjoying the sensation of being filled. She was not as bloated as before, leading her to believe that her storage capacity had increased.

She turned her hands back and forth, noting that her hands were webbed. A side effect of being made Wet, she was certain. Her fingernails had faded away, replaced by short talons. She wondered what it would be like to grip a fork or talk on a communicator with these new hands. Perhaps it wouldn't matter, as she had new arms to use if her old ones weren't suitable.

Her octopus arms flexed, wriggling around her head in the air as if she was a snake queen. She reached up and tugged on one of the arms, surprised to feel the force through the sides of her head. She wasn't just commanding the arms to move, they were actually hers!

What else had been done to her body? She became suspicious, as the strange stars of light in the alcove had not dissipated during her self exploration. She reached her hands up to her face, a little concerned at the rounded distortion at the edge of her vision. Blinking, she moved her hands left and right, following them with her eye. It was as almost as though she was peering through a fish eye lens.

She brought her hands in close and back, blinking slowly. As she had suspected, it was impossible for her to go cross eyed, as she had only one, large eye! She brushed her taloned fingertips along the sides of her face, confirming that her former features had been replaced with that of an octopus. She had melded with her former hat, becoming an entirely new being.

She moved her head back and forth, watching the ground shift beneath her hands. That felt super trippy. It would take some time to get used to her new monocular vision.

She whuffed again, closing her mouth. Again, that was different. Her throat felt as though it was plugged with alien material. Reaching for her mouth, she discovered that her teeth and lips had vanished. Instead, there was a smooth, circular opening. She pushed a few fingers inside, feeling around the fleshy tube that had taken over her throat.

The octopus that had become her face had repurposed her mouth. She wasn't sure what the hole would be used for, if it wasn't for food. She felt around the top of her head, finding a funnel like opening. Yes, like the other podded people, she also possessed a vertical feeding tube.

A creature didn't need two mouths to survive. Was her old mouth now for reproduction purposes? She whuffed, eager to find out. She wanted to know everything about her new existence to better serve her Mistress.

Experimenting, she found that the noises she could make with her new mouth hole were rather limited. Now she knew why the quadrupeds were mainly limited to making excited whuffing noises. The Drogons were not as intelligent as she was, however.

She flexed her mouth hole, experimenting with different sounds. She could manage whistling chirps, but not much else. Either her voice box had been removed during her transformation or it had been covered with a new layer of fleshy material. The strange part was that she didn't feel the need to take air in through her mouth hole.

Feeling around her neck, she found out why. Two layers of gills graced either side, close to her shoulders. They flapped open and shut automatically, drawing air into her lungs via a different route than her esophagus. That would take a lot of getting used to.

She stood, making the whuffing noise from her mouth hole. It was a satisfying sound. A happy sound. It was no wonder the quadrupeds made the sound during impregnation. She hoped she would be able to hear them making it again soon.

Standing, she relaxed, taking an experimental step forward. Her new vision was still distracting, but she was certain she would get used to it, in time. The odd balance forced her to take slow steps forward, feeling every inch of the eggs that shifted in her body. That felt so good.

She put a hand over her pussy, wondering if that had been changed during her transformation as well. No, it seemed just as sensitive as ever. She dipped a finger inside, swirling a fingertip around her clit. She whuffed, pleased at the intense sensation that lit her core. Yes, this was very arousing. It would be easy for her to get off.

This wasn't the time, however. Her re-birthing complete, she wished to know how she could be of service to her Mistress. She dragged herself out of the alcove, determined to know what was going on.

She could wait passively for her Mistress' next commands, but that didn't sit well with her. In her previous life, she had been obsessive with getting her work done, and that trait hadn't changed with her transformation. There was also a deep seated need to know what was going on. Had Roger figured out what had happened to the landing party and left them on the planet to call in the military, or was the salvage ship still sitting in low orbit, easy pickings for her Mistress?

Shuffling forward, she tilted her head left and right, looking in the alcoves. Most of them were empty, which surprised her. From what Mistress had said earlier, she thought more of them would have been full, gestating more podded slaves.

She juiced thinking of all the new servants her Mistress would have once the ship was Hers. More enslavers grew in her belly, waiting for their day to implant themselves on human heads.

Her hips shimmied, the delightful weight of the eggs shuffling with each step. Her large feet swiveled to touch the ground without a noise. She marveled at how mobile the muscles in her ankle seemed to be, flexing as she rotated forward for another step. The bottom of her foot was hard, exoskeleton built up to allow her to walk confidently without worrying about injury.

Her long legs ate the distance, bringing her to the cafeteria much sooner than she had expected. The chamber was empty, but for a solitary figure sitting at the end of one table. It was Sally, hands folded, staring straight ahead. The octopus on her head gave Rosanna a faint wave.

Sally looked up, her face animated. "Ah, there's my favorite slave. Are you enjoying being podded?"

Rosanna tried and failed to make an intelligible noise. Her mouth hole deformed with frustration.

"Don't worry, slave, the other podded Tentacles will be able to understand you just fine. Humans won't, though. If I wasn't borrowing this human's body, she wouldn't understand you at all."

She sighed. "Which is necessary for the next stage of the plan. Are you ready to take over a ship?"

Rosanna nodded, eager to put her eggs to good use. She needed to fulfill her purpose.

She looked around, her mouth moving as she tried to communicate her confusion. Where had all the other podded humanoids gone? She had seen Abbott being taken earlier, but what about the ship’s pilot? They would need him to leave the planet.

Sally walked up next to her. "Don't worry, everything is going to plan. The pilot is under our control and is readying for lift off.”

She reached a hand out and caressed the bottom of one of Rosanna's breasts, the large fleshy sphere sitting at Sally's head level. "As much as I'd like to stay here and play with you, the rest of the boarding party is almost ready to go. You took a bit longer to get right, as I experimented with making you much larger than the standard pod slave. Yes, even larger than Brenda, and she’s already at the upper end of the standard size distribution."

Rosanna squeezed her mouth hole shut as a spike of pleasure ran up from her chest. "You're a new breeder strain, fifty percent larger than usual. You'll be able to carry so many eggs for me. Doesn't that sound delightful?"

She began kneading her breast, sending Rosanna into a spiral of pleasure. She had never been this sensitive before, and she quite enjoyed the attention. She whuffed, badly desiring to reciprocate, but resisting the impulse.

Sally stopped her physical manipulation, leaving Rosanna hot and flustered. "I could top you off with more young, but the eggs inside you are almost ready to come out. Let’s wait until after the first birthing, shall we?"

She traced a finger over Rosanna's stomach. "You've been remodeled to be the perfect host. Your digestive tract has been removed, as it is no longer necessary. Your stomach has been converted into a spawning center, the perfect environment to manufacture more of my young."

Rosanna put her hands over her belly. She didn't feel any different than before, but it would be hard for her to tell with all the eggs already stacked inside her.

"As they grow, your urge to find a new body to implant will grow as well. Don't resist your urges. Breeding serves me. I need many children, healthy and strong, if my plan is to come to fruition."

She smacked Rosanna on the butt. "Let's go, the rest of them are waiting for us.

***

The trip to the shuttle was uneventful, as it had been moved closer to the cave. Rosanna walked up the ramp, accompanied by Sally and a couple quadrupeds, who were whuffing happily as they trotted. They were probably thinking about sticking their ovipositors in helpless crew members, eggs spurting from their tips until their victims were filled to capacity. She clenched her thighs, putting herself in the place of a Drogon. The idea of impregnating other humans was appealing, and she began whuffing herself in anticipation.

The interior of the shuttle was filled to the brim with podded humans, strapped into crash harnesses on the walls. The female Tentacles had all been podded, filled with eggs by the Drogons before being packed for transport. One Tentacle at the end of the row was still receiving her cargo, whuffing just as hard as her Drogon as they coupled, her hips jerking as she was filled with its eggs.

Crates were stacked in the center of the floor, a few feet high. They were secured by straps, preventing them from shifting on takeoff.

To her surprise, a few podded males accompanied them. That wasn't as crazy as it seemed at first blush. Not only could they prove useful at overpowering the guards, but they would also be necessary to fertilize the female Tentacle's eggs once the Drogons ran dry. She admired the thick length of one of the humanoid’s penises, thinking about wrapping her mouth hole around its girth.

Now was not the time, however, she needed to get ready for lift off. She took an empty spot at the end of the row and strapped in. Sally walked up to the front of the ship, standing next to the pilot's seat.

"You ladies ready for takeoff?" declared the pilot, an octopus jammed on his head at a jaunty angle. The Tentacles whuffed, signifying their agreement.

"Alright then, this shit box is coming off the ground as soon as I get clearance." He looked at Sally. "Your turn, darling, I need that confirmation if we don't want our asses turned into a grass stain on this ball of dirt."

Sally chortled, fingering her comm. "Shuttle crew to the bridge. This is Sally, calling captain Rogers, over."

The frequency crackled with white noise. Sally raised the comm back to her lips to repeat her call, but a voice came through the speaker. "Roger here, has the package been planted?"

"Yes, Captain, the mission is complete and we're ready for lift, Sally out."

"Excellent, I expect you back up here shortly. Roger out."

Sally took the copilot's seat, strapping herself down. The thrusters lit, shoving them all back in their chairs. The Tentacle in the last seat had finished being filled by her Drogon, and was cradling it in her arms as the acceleration crushed them into their seats. The animal moaned, looking frail and thin without the eggs filling its belly.

Rosanna's lips curved upwards, thinking about their mission. She didn't worry about whether they had enough eggs to take over the ship. Not everyone needed to be turned into a Tentacle right away. Only key areas needed to be taken, with the rest locked out. Given enough time, she was certain they could breed enough offspring for everyone.

When they began their attack, the captain was sure to put the entire ship on security lock down, which would prevent the crew from escaping. They would be trapped, ripe for being taken. She hoped there would be the opportunity for her to personally convert a few of them herself.

***

The shuttle maneuvers seemed to last forever, but in reality, it took only a few quick orbits to match the mother ship's heading and speed. The salvage ship RLG Agrippa was large in the front window, and they were closing quickly.

It wasn't a pretty ship, as it didn't need to be in the vacuum of space. It looked like someone had welded three large boxes together and called it a day. There was no useful weaponry to speak of, but what it did have were enhanced traction beams for ship salvage. These operated on the same principle as those used by shipyard tugs to position cargo freighters, but were much more powerful.

If you weren't careful using them, you could easily tear apart the ship you were putting under tow. This could theoretically be used as a weapon, but the distance between ships in space was usually far too large for it to be practical. Traction beams were purely short range equipment.

The shuttle adjusted its y-axis, aiming for the shuttle bay near the aft of the ship. Rosanna assumed that the pilot must have requested that docking bay for a reason, but she didn't know what he was thinking.

She could think up some good reasons herself. Their primary goal needed to be engineering to prevent the ship's crew from doing anything bravely heroic. The bridge was their eventual goal, of course, but with nobody nearby who could hear a hail from the ship's comm array, there was very little the captain could do beyond locking down the ship. They would be trapped like rats, forced to wait as their crew members were converted, one by one. She shivered with anticipation.

"Get ready for a jolt," declared the pilot. "Retro burn in three two, one… !"

They jerked in their harnesses as the rockets killed their momentum. A gigantic hatch began to open in the side of the ship, beams sparkling from the periphery. The ship jolted again as the they were caught in the landing field, pulled onto the correct trajectory. From here, the pilot had no additional duties, the autoland feature taking direct control.

Sally unstrapped herself from the jumpseat, looking around proudly at her children. She walked up to the crates piled on the floor, removing a strap. The lid came off easily, exposing a bin full of cut flower heads, the size of dinner plates.

"The pollen from one of these is sufficient to down a grown man," she declared. "Take as many as you need to help you subdue the crew."

She raised a finger, counting out Tentacles on the left side of the shuttle. "Brenda, take these four with you and a box of flowers. Your goal is to find the environmental systems on this ship and spread the gas through the ventilation system to soften up any opposition."

Rosanna's eye snapped over to look at the Tentacles Mistress was taking to. They all looked the same to her, no physical identifying attributes remained. It was impossible to tell which of them used to be Brenda, though if she had to guess, the largest one at the end was probably her former crew member.

Mistress continued to count off more podded people, their octopus eyes turning to follow her voice. "Regina, use these four and assault engineering. We need to take away their ability to scuttle the ship. It's hard to know what they'll do once they find out their situation is hopeless, and I want you to ensure that their only option is to be podded.

The humanoid on the left nodded her agreement. Rosanna studied this one as well, and decided that Regina looked about as large as Brenda. If they were standing next to each other, it would be impossible to differentiate between the two of them. The podding process had removed any unique identifying characteristics, making them identical Tentacles. If she was sitting next to them they would all look the same, though her altered body was much larger than theirs by another level of magnitude. All of them harnessed in service to Her will.

Mistress looked at Rosanna. "Your goal is the bridge. Take whoever you like for the assault."

Startled by the sudden attention, she raised a hand in acknowledgment and blinked, nodding her head. She immediately started plotting how she was going to make it there without being stopped by any of the security measures the captain could come up with.

"The rest of you, spread as far and as wide as possible, capturing all that you find. We will convert them wherever they may be found."

The rest of the podded humanoids hummed, ready to obey her will.

She looked over the invasion force, pleased. "Before we open those doors, we need a lot of octopuses for implantation. For those of you who were bred before being podded, it's time for you to give birth."

At these words, Rosanna found her belly crawling with unease, bulging. Something was stirring inside her, and that something wanted out. She spread her legs, liquid leaking from her vagina to splatter against the floor.

She groaned, a heavy thrust spearing her innards. It was large, slippery, and filled her insides to the brim. She could do nothing but whuff, breathing heavily from the gills at her neck.

The other mothers were having just as difficult a time as she was. It was good to know she wasn't alone. A contraction of pain split her body. She winced, straining at the thickness that filled her vagina.

Liquid continued to rush out. She felt a burst of coolness, a slimy protrusion slipping between her legs. Looking down, she spotted a tiny arm wiggling out of her nether lips. It almost looked… cute.

Waving in the cool air of the shuttle, the end of it pushed out farther during the next contraction. The rest of the podded humanoids were in a similar shape, wiggling their hips as octopus arms squirmed out of their vulvae.

She tensed her muscles again, pushing with all her might. A tight blob slid down her inner passage, getting stuck right at the end. The small octopus arms wrapped around her butt and thighs, tugging gently to try and help her. Yes, her child wanted out just as much as Rosanna wanted her to be out.

She gathered herself again, feeling invigorated instead of tired. The birthing process was painful, yes, but she was excited to see the new life coming from her loins.

She pushed again, hard. The blob was expelled from her passage, the head of the octopus coming out with an audible pop. Free from its confining prison, the miniature beast maneuvered around her legs with its tentacles, climbing up her side. Its bulbous body was stained red, translucent.

She had little time to spare for her offspring, as a fresh wave of contractions was beginning. Now that she knew what to expect, the second time around was somewhat easier, the lubrication from the first birth helping the second.

It still wasn't a cakewalk by any means. The second seemed larger than the first, her pubic area swelling with its large, oblong shape. "Come on, little one," she murmured. "Mother needs you out so you can meet your siblings."

Taking advantage of her distraction, her first baby had crawled up her side, its sucker arms attached to her back and under her left breast. After the next contraction, it slipped into place over her left breast, positioning its mouth on her nipple. Her breasts had been swollen recently, and now she knew why. Milk spurted from her nipple, suctioned up by her baby before a single drop could spill.

She moaned as her next baby squeezed its way out, marveling at how her first child suckled gently at her breast. As the creature worked her nipple, it slowly became more solid looking, as if the feeding was anchoring it to her reality.

Her second baby popped out, this one not having enough time to anchor itself to her thighs. Its legs grasped desperately at her legs, but its efforts were in vain. It dropped to the ground upside down, its legs wiggling pathetically in the air.

She got a good view of its underbody, marveling at the black hole of its mouth. It looked like a black eye sitting in a sea of pink flesh, the faint shape of its beak closing below the surface giving her the shivers.

It was a ridiculous reaction to have, given that her body had been melded with one of them, but her deep seated aversions couldn’t be that easily banished. She concentrated on the mission. This was a necessary step towards taking over the ship and achieving her purpose.

She lifted the octopus from the floor, setting it over her right breast. It immediately wrapped itself around her pendulous orb, squeezing itself onto her nipple, nipping at her gently with its beak. She knew it was capable of drilling into a victim's head with that beak, so she appreciated its restraint.

It was time for yet another to emerge. She squeezed again, a familiar weight dropping into her birth canal. How many had the Drogon put into her? She was annoyed that she hadn't kept track earlier. This might go on for quite a while.

She was pleased to find that her body was accommodating her spawn without too much protest. The other girls in the shuttle weren't nearly as lucky. They moaned, squirmed, and groaned as their octopuses birthed. The ones on the petite side were having far more problems than she was.

She praised her Mistress for giving her a large body with which to more easily birth her children. It might not be much, but when the third baby slipped out without too much fuss, she gained confidence in the process. She had been made for this, to carry her Mistress' young, to send them out them out into the world to catch and convert others.

She squeezed her mouth hole together, reflexively trying to lick her lips with a tongue that no longer existed. Pressing her hands around the octopus suckling at her left breast, she tugged at it gently. She worked her mouth, making whistling noises. Somehow it understood her intentions, giving her a cute squeak as it detached.

Rosanna felt warmth for this small creature. It was doing its best to become big and strong so that it could implant itself on a human head. This was the first of many. She sat it down on her left shoulder, helping up her third child, which had just been expelled from her vagina.

She settled into a rhythm, working with the contractions to push out her next spawn while coaxing the octopus off her other breast. This one she settled on her right shoulder. Her body didn't seem to be running out of milk, but her womb wasn’t running out of octopuses, either, the contractions continuing.

Her body had been adapted for this purpose. She was a breeding mother. She pushed the next one out without much fuss, smiling at the spawn suckling on her breasts. She was proud of her fecundity.

She worked her muscles, going with the flow. Another came out, and another. Too many to feed all at once. They had to wait their turn. Octopuses were crawling up and down her arms, attaching themselves to her hips and legs. Her body was a host for a cavalcade of the little creatures.

All good things must come to an end eventually, and soon she was pushing out the last tiny octopus. Like the other new mothers, her body was wrapped up by her offspring, ready to find new hosts. She smiled a ferocious grin.

“Ah, mistress?” asked the pilot. “We have to open the doors now, or they’re going to get suspicious. I can only hold them off for so long.”

Mistress laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been a great help, we’ll take it from here.”

He looked confused, eyes flashing cerulean. The octopus atop his head pulsed, sliding down over his forehead.

Sally pressed a button on the console, the hatch opening up to reveal a ramp down into the landing bay. She turned to look at her progeny with a bright smile. "Go, my children, fulfill your destiny. Spread, breed, and make this ship Mine."

Whuffing issued from their throats in unison as they took off their crash restraints. It was time to accomplish their purpose. They spilled out and down the ramp, their octopuses riding on top of their bodies as if they were pack animals.

End Chapter Two

Week End Update: The Work Continues Edition

Octopodded

I've received some feedback on this story, and I want to say 'thanks' to those who took the time to write me. It's always appreciated, since I rarely receive feedback, good or bad.

For those of you interested in finding out what comes next, I have good news. Chapter two is in the bag, edited, and will be posted this Wednesday at 7 PM. It is around ~9000 words.

I can't/won't release it sooner because sometimes I need to change or tweak something before the final copy goes up, especially while I'm editing the next chapter.

Which leads me to the next bit of news, which is that I've finished the first draft of chapter three in a marathon writing session today. Dropping in at ~14,500 words, this is likely to grow to ~15,000 after editing, a bit longer than I usually like for a chapter.

Still, I'm not going to split it, as I don't feel it's necessary.

Look for that to be posted the Wednesday after, on the 5th of June.

My life is going to be rather complicated after surgery this Wednesday, so I don't know when I'll be able or motivated to get back to writing afterwards. Therefore, I plan on getting the editing of chapter three done tomorrow, so at least this story won't linger incomplete.

I suppose that means I could post the finale sooner, but quite frankly I'm low on blog post ideas and I need something to cover the gap so I'm not under pressure to write during any necessary recuperation.

Robotic Restitution

I know nobody really cares about this trilogy of stories yet, since it's still too far away from release, but I did manage to finish editing my requisite chapter this last week. With two chapters left to go, I am rapidly nearing completion of the first editing pass.

The second proofreading pass will begin the week after. If everything goes as planned, the first book should be ready for release in about a month and a half.

I hope to sit down and try to work out the book cover for that story before I reach that point, but we'll have to see how it goes. I'm playing it by ear, since there are so many unknowns around this process for me. Please be patient!

I'll be back... hopefully soon

I have at least 4-5 story ideas on the backlog, and quite a few more sets in my notes. There's one in particular I find rather interesting, but I'm not sure if it's something I want to dive into right away.

Writing something shorter would probably make more sense, but most of my stories tend to run long no matter how much I intend for them to be short.

I'll have to drag out some ideas the next time I feel well enough to work on a story and see if any of them are worth pursuing. Perhaps I'll even post here and see if anybody has a preference for what I work on next. :)

With any luck, I'll be back in the saddle soon, but with life, one never knows. Sayonara until next time!

Story: Octopodded - Chapter One

Synopsis: A salvage ship from the Regulated League is sent to retrieve a crashed cruiser. Thrust into a first contact encounter with alien life, Rosanna and her crew discover that they are not what they first seem.

Tags: MC, FD, FF, MF, SF, Oviposition, Octopus, Minor Vore

Octopodded

Chapter One

 Brenda dropped her tray onto the table with an audible clank. “Shitty burnt eggs again,” she complained. “I know we’re out in the ass end of nowhere, but that just means there’s no excuse for ruining good ingredients.”

“Can it, Brenda,” said Rosanna. “Unless you think you can do better.”

“Yes, lieutenant,” replied Brenda, standing to give her a faux curtsy.

Rosanna grunted, ignoring her snide tone. Brenda’s complaints weren’t unwarranted, but Rosanna didn’t want her complaints to spread. If they offended the cook, their food would probably get even worse. She wasn’t sure how that could be possible given their current rations, but she was sure Heidi would find a way.

Brenda clutched at her heart. “I’m feeling terrible heartburn, lieutenant, I’m not sure I can finish my shift. I think I need to go lie down and rest.”

Rosanna shot her an evil eye. “Okay then, if that’s the way you want to play this. You can go see Brent. I’ll send a note ahead to make sure he gives you a thorough examination. I’m sure he has an extra bitter brew he can give you to make that pain go away.”

Brenda twisted her lips into a snarl and sat back down, slamming her fists onto the flimsy table. “That’s not playing fair, and you know it.”

Rosanna’s lips twisted, but she said nothing, slipping a forkful of burnt potatoes into her mouth. Brenda was just being moody. She’d calm down, in time.

“Are you going on again about the food?” asked Regina, slipping through the hatch with her own plate of burnt offerings. “Why don’t you come off it, this might be shit, but at least we get a lot of it.”

She sat her tray down and doctored her eggs with large dollops of ketchup. Taking a forkful, she made a display of chewing the food carefully, making loud satisfied noises.

Brenda fixed her beady eyes on Regina, teeth gritted. Regina had the unnatural ability to pull the worst out of her colleague, usually quite by accident. Even on her best days, her cheerful personality grated against Brenda’s grim attitude. And that wasn’t when she was doing her best to get under Brenda’s skin. It wasn’t much of a stretch to say that after months of being forced to work together on the same team that they hated each other.

“Yes, you certainly are getting ‘a lot of it.’ I know you’re spending a lot of time with Hank from environmental and Sparks from engineering. How often do they fuck you? Every week? Every day?”

Before Regina could reply, Rosanna raised an arm. “That was uncalled for. Brenda, apologize to Regina.”

Brenda sat there, stone faced. “Fine, then, this discussion is over. Brenda, you’re confined to quarters until the the next jump. You can use this opportunity to think over your actions and put together a proper apology. But don’t get too comfortable - tomorrow we have a job to do.”

Brenda slammed her hands on the table, leaving her food behind as she stomped through the hatch.

Turning her attention to Regina, Rosanna arched her brows. “You’re not blameless, either. You know how easily you get under her skin.”

Looking contrite, Regina swallowed a mouthful of eggs. “I’m sorry, I’m just fed up with her bad attitude.” She paused. “You should know. I’ve already put in for a transfer. I just can’t stand working with her any more.”

Rosanna sighed deeply. She didn’t want to work with her either, but they were stuck with each other, at least in the short term. “Tell you what. Let me see what strings I can pull. If we can get her transferred instead of you, would that be acceptable?”

Regina nodded her assent.

“Great, looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me.” Rosanna smiled wryly.

***

"Rosanna, this is the captain speaking. Do you have that ship rigged for tow yet?"

Rosanna cursed, pressing the button on her receiver. "Only half way down the checklist, sir, I can't guarantee we'll keep the whole hull if you reel her in now."

"Understood," he replied in a clipped tone. "We're on a tight schedule here, lieutenant, if that ship isn't rigged in an hour we'll have to get what we can and leave the rest for later. Roger out."

Rosanna scowled and jabbed the comm button. That man had a tick in his bum if he thought they'd be ready for a safe lift in an hour. She flipped the comm frequency to the local band and made a call.

"Gina, Brenda, captain has ordered best effort in one hour before we dust this rock. Concentrate on critical lift points and leave the rest."

"Shit, lieutenant, ain't that cutting it close? What

if she drops a reactor? How worried are we about the mess?" Brenda's voice came through tinny on the radio.

Rosa looked out over the jagged cliffs of Antasia and grimaced. The crashed ship had been mostly intact until it had the misfortune of smashing up against the rust red rocks. The forward third had separated from the rest of the ship, ejected three hundred yards away like a bad habit.

They hadn't bothered with that section, preferring to salvage the more valuable engineering section with its reactor cores. As the cleanup crew for the Regulated League, it was their duty to salvage what they could for repair and reuse. This also had the useful side effect of denying pirates and other interested parties their technological secrets.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, focus on the most critical sections. If we're lucky, this will be sufficient to get the job done. If not, I'll vouch for you in the court of inquiry. Do your duty, Rosanna out."

There was an exasperated noise on the other end of the line, but Brenda didn't protest further. Rosanna had made it perfectly clear that she wouldn't budge once she had made a decision. She was the solid rock of duty, the one everyone depended on to get the job done.

None of this duty stuff was helping her to finish this job, though. She unsnapped a target director from her belt and slapped it onto a critical structural point on the hundred and fiftieth frame, next to the port exhaust vent.

To perform a tractor pull, the salvage ship in low orbit needed to be able to precisely direct its energy beams to certain points on the hull of the target ship. Otherwise, the power of the beams stood a real chance of ruining the structural integrity of the hull. That could break the ship into multiple pieces, which would take weeks to cleanup. It was her and her crew's job to ensure that didn't happen.

She slid further down the side of the hull, unwinding the line that kept her attached to a winch anchored at the top of the fallen ship. As the ship had broken apart during the crash, it had fallen on its side, making for an almost impossible climb to the top. The shuttle crew had performed a tricky maneuver to drop them on the top of the ship to make their work easier. It was a hairy landing that she wasn’t eager to repeat.

She set a few more targets, working her way down. The work was going quickly, and she thought for a moment that she would be able to finish on time. Her communicator beeped, and she sighed.

Pressing the button, she clenched her lips together. "Rosanna here, this better be good."

***

"Shit," she muttered under her breath.

Brenda had been working her way around the tail section of the ship. A bag filled with her targets sat on the ground to the side, untouched. This would normally lead to a reprimand, but for the three alien figures who had approached the wreck from the east.

They looked vaguely humanoid, but were different enough to make her shiver. Their bodies had a deep red coloration, glowing in spots with a virulent pigment. Their heads were in the shape of an octopus, eight tentacled arms splaying out in all directions. The arms curled gently, displaying rounded suckers down their length.

Instead of a mouth, the creatures had a rounded, fleshy hole. Planted in the center of their faces was a single, solitary eye, overlapping the area where a human would have a nose. The eye was distracting to look at, as it was the size of a large grapefruit. The irises had variable colors, but all of them were vibrant with intense coloration. A single blink lasted a few seconds, languid in nature.

They were completely nude. Two of them were female with the third being… obviously male. She averted her eyes for a moment, but realized that she was being silly. What were human social mores to these aliens? Why would they care about her embarrassment?

The overall effect was as if a human body had been taken and adapted for life on this planet. A mad scientist grafting sea creatures onto people's heads. She had never heard of that happening before, though, and she knew better than to insult the aliens by airing her idle thoughts.

Rosanna had only trained in the basics of first contact and she had never considered it her job. The first rule stuck in her head: treat them like normal. No matter how strange or ugly they look, don't insult them, don't run away, don't display violence. Try to engage them in conversation or displays of friendship, then contact a higher authority for instructions.

As she arrived, it was clear that Regina had already been trying to communicate with them, as some tools from her toolbelt were lying on the ground in a jumble.

"Greetings," Rosanna began. "Do you speak galactic?"

Regina jumped up from the ground and darted over to her, face blushing with excitement. “No, they don't! Isn't that exciting? This is a totally new discovery!"

Warding off her enthusiastic colleague, Rosanna pulled herself together. Getting excited here could lead to bad results. She was the rock of the team. She would get through this.

She walked up to the aliens, who all rotated to face her, their eyes blinking slowly. Damn, it would be hard to get used to that. She picked out the one at the front of the delegation and focused on it, trying to focus her attention on the creature's body language.

"Hello, my name is Rosanna. Do you come in peace?" she spread her arms out wide in a gesture of openness.

The lead creature burbled, tilting its head. Its eye widened, bulging from its octopus-like body. It was so beautiful. She found herself being drawn inside its boundless, scintillating colors.

She blinked and shook her head, the moment passing. When the creature failed to do anything else, Rosanna continued, studiously avoiding its brilliant eye. "We welcome you and greet you. If you do not disturb us, we will not disturb you."

She tried to figure out what else to say, when the creature rushed forward and seized her arm, tugging on it. It wasn't trying to kidnap her, but it clearly wanted her to follow. She frowned, not knowing if she should.

"Just a moment," she explained, taking out her communicator.

The alien stopped trying to pull at her, all three of them making a strange whuffing noise. She concentrated on the device, hoping she wasn't offending the strange beings.

Flipping to the right frequency, she called the captain. "Captain Roger, this is lieutenant Rosanna calling, please respond."

"Roger here, what is it now, lieutenant?"

Rosanna sighed. "We've hit a snag - first contact. Three alien creatures have approached and they seem to want to take us with them." The alien creatures continued to whuff. "They're a boisterous bunch. What would you like us to do?"

The captain grunted. "I'm not in a position to assist, but protocol dictates you should do what they ask until we're able to send down a team with the appropriate specialists. I'll consider the lift tonight scrubbed. Keep me apprised, Roger out."

By the book Roger. At least he wasn't breathing down their necks to get the ship salvaged, but now they were in unknown territory. Rosanna had never considered herself to be the most tactful person, and now she had been promoted to chief negotiator. And now she had to bring her full team together, which meant they were liable to get pissy. Brilliant.

She set her comm back to group chat. "Brenda, you better get down here, we've been ordered to play xenobiologist."

The comm crackled. "The only way I like alien life is under my boot."

"Well, you better hurry up if you don't want my boot up your butt."

"Sounds kinky. Brenda out."

Rosanna sighed. This was going to be a bit of a problem.

***

The aliens led them down a single path trail which ran down a cliff side. The scrub brush around them gradually gave way to stunted conifers and grasslands around the verge. They even had to cross over a stream or two, which had been bridged with neatly trimmed logs.

This pathway couldn't have been hastily constructed, but that didn't assuage Rosanna's suspicions. The aliens seemed nice, whuffing as they toddled along, but she had no idea where they were being taken. She kept her hand close to her side, palming her personal defense pistol. A last resort, yes, but she wouldn't hesitate to plug one of these octopus beings if they turned hostile.

"Look at this, lieutenant," said Regina, who was studying the local flora. "It looks just like a plum. It's curious how similar the vegetation is to what we're familiar with. Seems a bit strange."

Rosanna's eyes narrowed. They weren't stuck in some sort of AI simulation, were they? The lush forest they were entering seemed like something out of old earth. Before the nuclear wars.

Brenda grunted." Looks like a transplant world."

The phrase brought Rosanna up short. Yes, she had heard of the naive experiments earthers had made in their vain attempts to terraform worlds to suit their nature. It usually ended poorly, especially when alien life was discovered that did not appreciate the 'enhancements.'

Was this a similar scenario? If so, these aliens might not be happy about their presence. She wrapped her hand around her pistol in a death grip, looking all around her with a nervous tic.

She wasn't security, damn it! Her friendship with Sally, the security chief, wasn't nearly enough to prepare her for an unknown threat scenario. Was she missing something subtle they needed to know? She was so far out of her depth she knew she wasn't making good decisions, but there wasn't much choice. Not if she wished to avoid a tongue lashing from the captain.

When the aliens gestured towards a semicircular opening in the rock face bounded on both sides with arched evergreens, she summoned fake confidence. This was on her, and her team would look to her for guidance.

"Come on, everyone," she declared. "Time to see the hospitality of our hosts!"

Brenda grunted, hands in her pockets. Regina grinned and skipped forward with ebullience, stopping to examine a large, flowering plant. "Look at this!" she declared with curiosity. "It almost seems to be breathing!"

Rosanna sidled around her colleague, examining the flower. Its head was huge, the size of a dinner plate, twelve inch petals flowing out In a corona. Half way down the stem was a bulbous swelling that ran up and down the neck like an Adam's apple. The flower swayed back and forth, turning towards them despite the fact that there was no wind.

Realizing the danger too late, she attempted to push Regina out of the way as the flower expelled a large cloud of pollen with a loud whoosh. She coughed, wheezing as the irritant attacked her lungs. "We have to… leave!" she gasped.

Her vision hazy, she stumbled away from the cave, heart racing. More flowers surrounded them, hanging down from above and hemming them in from the sides. It was a trap! How could she not have seen it! She was such a fool!

It was too late to hold her breath. She had already inhaled too much of the initial blast. Maybe she could warn someone? She reached down to pull out her comm, but something grabbed hold of her arm.

Right next to her stood one of the octopus aliens, her hands and arms a scaly red. The hands felt warm on her arm, preventing her from retrieving the comm.

More than just her hands felt warm, now. Her entire body was flushed with heat, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to think. Her heart raced, blood rushing to her head. Right before she blacked out, a lingering thought bounced through her fading mind. What would the captain think of her incompetence?

***

She woke up to an annoying dripping noise, echoing from somewhere in the distance. She opened her bleary eyes, groaning at the aching pain in her wrists and legs.

She tried flexing her limbs, only to discover that she had been glued in place by some sort of secretions. Her utilitarian jumpsuit was missing, exposing her to the sharp, cool air of the cave. A soft breeze tickled its way past her privates and up over her well endowed chest, giving her the shivers.

Concentrating on her right arm, she pulled with all her might, looking at the opaque covering which held her fast. Hard as crystal, the coating refused to budge, gluing her to the wall from her wrist up to her elbow. It was the same with her legs, no joy there, either. She was a captive of the strange aliens.

She breathed slowly, refusing to panic. There must be a way out of here. Where had they taken her equipment? She made a visual survey of the area around her, taking care to inventory anything that might be of interest.

Luminescent fungus grew from nooks and crannies, illuminating the cave with an eerie glow. The enclosed area lacked stalactites and stalagmites, indicating a lack of groundwater. It instead looked like a giant hand had jammed itself into the ground, scooping out all the dirt.

The walls were smooth, coated with a glistening material that was hard to look at for long periods of time. She could see strains of blue and red in the reflections, a dazzling display.

A groan from the wall to her left focused her attention. She turned her head, pulse jumping as she realized Brenda was bound next to her. She licked her lips, dry from whatever that knock out pollen had done to her. "Brenda? How are you holding up?"

The moaning continued. "She's… in my head," Brenda complained, murmuring with delirium. "I must obey Her… yes."

Something was wrong. Rosanna twisted her head, trying to get a better look. She jumped, tugging against her restraints. On top of Brenda's head was a red octopus, perched on her skull like a hat.

Its arms waved languidly in strange patterns, the soft flesh stroking against Brenda's shoulders. She could see the suckers grasping gently. A faint hint darker red pulsed down its arms, circulating throughout the alien creature's body.

Shit. "Brenda, are you okay? Hold on there, we'll get out of here and get you some help."

Brenda's head turned to look at her, eyes cloudy. "Why does it feel so… good?" she slurred. "She's wearing me like a cheap suit, and I love it."

Rosanna tugged harder, but the secretions refused to budge. This was an alien intelligence far outside her capacity to deal with. She had studied the chart once, out of curiosity, and any being that could affect someone’s mind would definitely have made the grade for quarantine. Possibly… total destruction. All of their lives were at risk.

"Just hold on, everything will be okay!"

That was a blatant lie, but she didn’t know what else to say. Brenda might be an asshole, but even she didn’t deserve whatever was being done to her. If she could just reach her comm… but no, she had no idea where they had taken her tools.

A clopping noise echoed through the cave, drawing her attention back to the right. Another alien, this one in the form of a quadruped, trotted into the cave from a hallway. It was colored the same red as the aliens they had initially contacted, its head in the shape of an octopus.

It was about the size of a large goat, with hooved front and back feet. Its taut skin was a ruddy red, hairless. Its belly dragged against the floor, distended with rounded bulges. It stopped and looked at her for a moment, the eye on its face glaring at her with intensity.

As she watched, a thick tube extended from its mouth, swelling and lengthening with increased blood flow. It looks like a penis, though the end had a well defined rounded opening. The tube lengthened, curling downwards from gravity, its surface glistening. To her shame, her thighs instantly became wet.

Her lips parted, teeth bared. She had to look away. She didn't want to imagine that thick appendage plundering her privates, the hypnotic eye of that octopus creature pressing up against her pubic bone.

She forced herself to break her gaze, shaking her head to break its influence. The creature made a whuffing noise, air escaping its new appendage. It continued to her left, stepping up to Regina.

Bracing herself, she turned her head to watch its approach. She needed to see what it was going to do to her crewmate so that she could make a full report. It definitely wasn't her own lurid interest in what was about to happen.

Brenda sighed, a look of bliss suffusing her face. "She wants me to breed," she said happily. "I love to breed. She's going to fill me with her brood."

Rosanna frowned. "Snap out of it, Brenda, this isn't you. That's the alien talking."

Brenda didn't reply, spreading her hips apart as wide as she could in her restraints. The quadruped whuffed again, pressing in close to her crotch. The appendage inflated further, rising to stand out straight like a rod.

With little fanfare, it plunged itself into her pussy, sliding in and out with little effort. The effect on Brenda was electric. She cried with little yips of happiness. "Yes, Mistress, push it deeper. I am your breeding slut. I live to create, to birth them for you. Fill me up!"

The quadruped could not possibly have evolved to reproduce this way. The octopus aliens must be modifying other, existing creatures to meet their needs. What did that mean for her and her landing party? A dangerous thought to entertain.

She mustn't give up hope. Her only goal was to escape so that she could tell the captain to dust this rock and come back with the military. She accepted that her life was likely forfeit.

Brenda bounced her hips in an oscillating motion, encouraging the alien to plunge ever deeper. The whuffing sound came more frequently now, accompanied by a bulge passing up the creature's throat. The bulge moved through the tube and up into Brenda's vagina, a willing receptacle.

Those were… eggs! And they were being packed in, one after another while Brenda rolled her head and groaned, a willing participant.

Rosanna closed her eyes, the image burned into her brain. What the hell had they stumbled into?

She gasped as something wet slapped against her thigh. Her eyes took a moment to focus, but she soon realized with horror that one of the octopus beasts was climbing her legs. She shook back and forth, but was unable to throw it off, its legs wrapped around her thighs.

Brenda's breeding quickly became the least of her worries. With her arms still held against the wall, the only thing she could do was squeeze her legs together as much as possible. The octopus didn't seem to care, its limbs coiling slowly to wrap around her butt.

It moved upwards, positioning its bulbous head over her pubic bone before settling into position. Its large eye peered up at her, the cerulean circle gazing at her with intensity. What was it planning to do to her?

On tenterhooks, she jumped as something hard pressed against her vagina, a small knob rubbing against her opening. Was it trying to… pleasure her? She squeezed her hips together tightly, but the creature pushed them apart effortlessly, as if laughing at her attempt at resistance.

She had thought the horror of being assaulted by a cephalopod would preclude any notion of pleasure, but despite her aversion her body was responding. It probed deeper, one of its arms circling around to press against her anus.

Something squirted inside her vagina, a thick, fleshy protuberance swirling around her interior. She felt disgusted, but it felt strangely appealing. The tickling at her ass was becoming more insistent. She was being used by this horrible creature, and her body was responding to its presence!

Her mouth gaping wide, she stared at the alien's eye, sinking deeper under its spell. She stared in fascination at its pupil, a black rectangle squashed into the shape of a barbell. It looked right through her, seeing beyond her disgust, touching her soul. Its eyelid dropped shut for a moment, leaving her adrift for a brief moment before seizing her attention once again.

Brenda's moaning was a regular counterpoint to the assault the octopus was making on her body. She groaned as the thick knob inside her twisted and turned like a snake, getting the distinct notion that she might actually orgasm from this strange assault.

"Doesn't it feel amazing?" gasped Brenda. "It's in my brain, changing me into a more perfect host for its will. I am becoming one of its Tentacles."

She ran her tongue over her lips. "The Drogan is giving me its clutch to hold and gestate. I will be the perfect mother for its eggs."

Rosanna grimaced as the knot of the octopus twisted inside her nethers. She didn't think breeding more of the octopus creatures was all that great of an idea. Whatever it was doing to Brenda had completely changed her personality. She had never expressed motherly ambitions in all the time Rosanna had known her.

No, she had explicitly said once while drunk that children were parasites, and that it was for the best that she had been sent to the sticks so that she could avoid the murder trial that would result from knifing her former paramour. She was a cranky bastard, not prone to displays of any kind of affection. Whatever had happened to her was changing her personality, molding her to be a more perfect slave to whatever beings had captured them.

She would be more alarmed if it didn't feel so damn good to grind her hips and stare into that enlarged eye. The pupil on the octopus assaulting her pussy creased, as if it was winking at her. Yes, she liked the way it looked at her. It was making her inordinately happy.

Her trance was broken by a droplet of water trickling onto her forehead. By reflex, she looked up to try and discover its source. The terror flooded back in and she realized just how fucked she really was.

The ceiling was crowded with hundreds of the octopus creatures, arms interlocked to prevent gravity from hurling them to the floor. Their eyes stared down at her, small circles of light blending together into a spooky audience. They were watching her, watching everything she did. Watching her useless struggles. Watching her press her thighs together to increase the stimulation between her legs.

There was no escape, could be no escape from them all. She had been screwed from the beginning, and just hadn't known it.

With acceptance came a certain nihilism. This was inevitable. They had captured her and she would be changed to be a more perfect host for them. She glanced back down at the octopus massaging her pussy, staring at its the misshapen pupil. "You knew this all along, didn't you?"

It winked at her again, its bulbous body changing colors as it vibrated. She sighed, and looked closer. The more she examined her tormentor, the less she cared. It seemed like a fair trade.

She almost didn't react when a weight plopped onto her head, a cool presence enveloping her buzz cut. Twisting tentacles lowered from atop her skull, resting on her shoulders.

"What a cheeky buzzard, you were only the distraction," she remarked at the octopus on her pussy, amused by its audacity.

It winked again, sending her mind spinning. She felt a sharp pinch at the crown of her skull, cool wetness spreading inside her head. She was lost in a sea of uncertainty, thoughts running in circles.

The storm abated, confusion ebbing. She knew right away. Something was inside her brain. It was touching all parts of her, making her feel wet and cold. Calm, she welcomed its presence. She climaxed for the first time when she realized what had just occurred. She had been implanted with her own octopus.

She tilted her head, looking up. Above her was the forward edge of her new Mistress, red striations running throughout its flesh. Arms ran down either side of her vision, like an elaborate headdress. Twin rows of suckers curled in the damp air.

She shuddered, knowing that she was a subservient being. She would do whatever her Mistress commanded. One of its arms stroked against her cheek, rewarding her for the correct thoughts.

It stirred her mind like a mixing bowl, examining and discarding concerns and worries that were no longer applicable. It was being reordered in service of this new beast. They were linked. They were one.

A blur of movement attracted her attention. There on her right was another human figure. It was Regina, standing still with patience etched on her face. Like Rosanna, a Mistress clung to the top of her skull like a strange hat. They were sisters in slavery to these strange, no, cool and familiar beasts. Her nipples became rigid at the good thoughts, arousal from becoming more obedient.

"You have been installed," stated Regina in a matter of fact tone. You are Becoming. You are a Tentacle."

She nodded. Yes, she was a Tentacle. She would obey her Mistress.

Regina walked up next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We serve the Mistress. We are her hands."

One of the octopus arms dangling from Regina's head reached down and rubbed itself over the resin securing Rosanna’s right wrist to the wall. The restraint came away easily, dissolving at some solvent that must have been secreted in the animal's suckers.

Regina repeated this process, freeing Rosanna from her physical bondage. The bonds were unnecessary now, Mistress was in control. Rosanna would obey.

She stood, looking down at the octopus pressed against her pussy. She ran her hands over its head, marveling at the chromatic display it gave her as a reward. It continued to work her privates, bringing her to an orgasm, a gentle pleasure pulsing throughout her nether.

Being a Tentacle was pleasure. She was a good Tentacle. Her crew members were excellent Tentacles, too. Her brain buzzed with reward, the octopus on her head pulsing with approval.

She turned and looked at Brenda, who was still locked to the wall. Regina was releasing her as well, but Brenda seems more confused about her new position than Rosanna was. It was possible that this was brought on by her breeding, which was still ongoing.

The Drogon was almost empty, its eggs nestled safely in Brenda's warm uterus. Her belly had distended proportionally, making her appear very pregnant. Brenda stared into the distance, saying nothing, a smile glued to her lips.

There came a slurping sound, and Brenda’s eyes rolled up into her head, her body slumping against the wall. The octopus on her head slid downwards, widening to accommodate the girth of her skull. The wet underbody of the creature swallowed the top half of her head, rapidly sliding past her ears and nose until it had wrapped itself tightly around her neck.

Her face had completely vanished, hidden under the pinkish red flesh of the octopus. Was it eating her? Were they all just food to these aliens? The idea bothered her, making her feel queasy in her stomach.

"What's happening to her?" questioned Rosanna, physically trembling.

"Do not worry," replied Regina. "She is being podded. She will be made Wet. We will all be made Wet. Dry is bad. Wet is good."

Oh. Rosanna calmed down. Of course. Mistress wouldn't hurt her. *Good thought* Her mistress only wished to improve her. *Good thought* She wanted to be made Wet, too. *Good thought*

By this point the octopus had expanded, covering Brenda all the way down to her waist. The Drogon whuffed, expelling its last egg into her snatch. It backed out, its seven inch long implantation tube flexing as it as extracted. Wet slime ran down her legs, lubrication from her successful mating.

Rosanna was surprised at just how wide the expanding octopus had become as it swallowed the remainder of Brenda's body. Her bloated belly was accommodated as if it was a minor bump, arms and legs sucked up into the beast. The last to go were her toes, slurped up by the mouth-like opening. All that remained was a reddish pod, a gigantic egg with the large eye of the octopus on its front staring out at its observers, blinking languidly.

Rosanna knew that this was likely her fate and felt a frisson of excitement. She wished to be podded. *Good thought* She wanted to be converted into a proper Tentacle. *Good thought*

"When can we join her?" asked Rosanna, jealous that Brenda was able to experience the pure joy of becoming Wet first. "When can I be podded?"

"Soon," replied Regina with a knowing smile. One of the arms on her octopus patted her under her chin.

"I, too, wish to experience that pleasure. However, it is more difficult to communicate with pre-podded humans after being converted. There is much to do before we will be given that pleasure."

"What do you need me to do?" She would do anything for her Mistress. *Good thought*

"The Mistress wishes to expand her presence. She was recently attacked by the Dry people and wishes to make them Wet. While they are Dry, they cannot understand her. When made Wet, they are are a part of her and must do as she commands. If all who are Dry are made Wet, they will not be able to make her Dry."

"I understand," replied Rosanna. "They will be made wet as Mistress commands." *Good thought*

"Excellent. Please follow me." Regina marched down the hallway, leaving the podded Brenda behind.

The cool, wet presence in her mind stirred, forcing her legs to follow Regina. She did not mind the forced march, for it was a command from Mistress. She felt the tentacles that pressed against the back of her head acutely, the weight of them splayed out behind her shoulder blades. This, too, was a part of being Wet.

She rolled her shoulders, pleased at the slimy sensation. She enjoyed being Wet. *Good thought* All of her crew members should be made Wet so that they could obey Mistress as she did. *Good thought*

The cave narrowed in diameter for a hundred meters, opening up again at the other end with multiple side passages. On their way, they passed a few Drogon shuffling down the passage way, tending to their duties. More octopuses must be made, grown, and implanted. That was the only way to achieve Wetness.

Their destination was a large, rounded chamber, similar to the last, except this one was filled almost to capacity with metal cafeteria tables. Her human brain recognized that these must have come out of the crashed ship, salvaged by the industrious aliens. They were just like her! And she was just like them. *Good thought*

Crowded around the tables were more podded humanoids. She idly wondered if they had originally been human as well. *Good thought* She wasn't too concerned if that was the case. They were all Tentacles, proxies of Her will. Together, they would all work together to achieve her goals. *Good thought*

Each podded humanoid had a large, round eye on the front of their octopus face. All of them were focused on the table in front of them with an intense stare. The first humanoid on the left lowered her hand to the plate in front of her. It was a filled with rounded fruits the size of large grapes. Grasping one with her hand, she raised it up high, above the large eye that dominated her face, above to the rounded dome on top of her octopus head.

Rosanna was surprised to see a mouth opening on top of her head, a gaping hole that opened up to receive the fruit. The podded humanoid’s entire body shook in pleasure as the food dropped into the cavity. The hole vanished, reforming the top of the octopus in a pinkish curve. Now that she knew where to look, she realized that the skin was wrinkled with sectioned flaps that allowed it to open like a mouth.

Curious, she reached up to her own octopus, but it was sitting too high on her head for her to reach its top. Instead, her hand got accidentally tangled up with one of her tentacle arms. She made a double take. Did she really think that this octopus hat was a part of her? *Good thought* Could she make the arms do what she wanted?

She moved forward to the end of the table and commanded the arm sitting on her shoulder to pick up one of the fruits. Slipping from its position, it flopped onto the plate, fruit spilling out onto the table. A few fell to the floor, rolling underneath.

Embarrassed, she concentrated and realized to her delight that some of the suckers on her arm had managed to capture the slippery skin of a purplish sphere. The arm lifted, presenting the fruit to her mouth. She opened her lips, pressing it against her teeth.

The tentacle arm mashing up against her face was rubbery and slimy, but to her surprise she realized that she was actually getting limited tactile feedback from it, which allowed her to maneuver it more precisely. The suckers flexed, relaxing to allow the fruit to roll into her mouth.

Crushing the fruit's gentle exterior with her jaws, she marveled at the fresh flavor and juice that spilled though her mouth. Swallowing, the gummy fibers of the fruit's capsule slid down her throat. She smiled, pleased at having such a satisfying snack after skipping lunch earlier.

This was all very pleasant, but this was not accomplishing Her will. *Bad thought* she shook, realizing that she might have stepped out of line. *Bad thought*

Regina scooted up next to her and stroked her shoulder. "Don't worry, Rosy. Those bad thoughts will be smoothed away with time. You cannot disobey her. If required, She will command your body to do what is needed."

She needed to hear that last reassurance. If She did not wish her Tentacle to do something, She would take control. Because of this, nothing she did could be wrong. *Good thought* She would relax and find out what her Mistress required of her. *Good thought*

The podded female at the table in front of her seemed unbothered by the mess that Rosanna had created. Her tentacle arms reached out, plucking each of the erstwhile fruit from the table and placing them back on the plate with flawless control. She even retrieved one from between the reddish orbs of her breasts with precision. Rosanna felt envious. "How can I achieve better control of my tentacle arms?"

Regina burbled. "These have been fully podded. You can't expect to be an expert until you've been integrated with your octopus."

Frowning, Rosanna turned to look at Regina. Despite the octopus propped on her head like a strange top hat and her lack of clothing, she looked the same as ever. She narrowed her eyes. "How do you know all this?"

Regina matched her gaze, taking Rosanna's breath away. Her eyes were cool, cold as the ocean bottom, blue as the deepest depths. Whatever inhabited Regina was so much more than what her former coworker had used to be.

"I am She, the One with a thousand eyes and a thousand arms. I am your Mistress and you are my Tentacle."

Rosanna bowed her head, suddenly struck by the feeling of an immense gap between her and the being that inhabited Regina's skin, an unknowable presence in the same room with her. It was rather terrifying. It was also rather exciting. This was what first contact should be like!

With the knowledge of who She was, Rosanna also realized the unalterable truth. She belonged to this being, irrevocably. She was bound to follow her will. *Good thought* The realization was intoxicating, locking her limbs in place.

She lowered her eyes, murmuring. "Mistress."

A soft hand rested against her chin, pulling her head back up. "Rise, my Tentacle. This is but a temporary state of affairs. Perhaps in the future I will borrow your body to use for my Purpose. You are a part of me. We are Wet."

Brightening, Rosanna smiled, her octopus arms waving in joy. The emotion was fleeting, her consciousness brought back down to ground level. "What is your Purpose? What is my Purpose? What comes next?"

Regina's face clouded, a hint of darkness flooding those cerulean eyes. "It is not safe here for me and my kind," she replied. "I have been hunted by the Dry ones before. I have fled long distances to escape them." She smiled, showing her teeth.

"I will flee no more. The Dry ones will be made Wet. I will spread far and wide until the Wet cannot be dried. I will spread, grow, and Flood myself through a thousand worlds, a million worlds if need be to protect myself and my Tentacles."

"But that is for the future. The largest goal begins with the smallest steps. In the beginning, there were few. You are a part of those few. You will help me to breed and become many."

Just a few short hours ago the thought would never have entered her mind. The tentacle swirling through her brain had changed her mind. She was Her servant. She would spread as she was commanded. *Good thought* It was in her head, making her think these things. She felt wonderful, hoping the rest of the crew would not prevent them from reaching their goal. They would all be podded. *Good thought*

It was in her mind, changing her thought patterns so that she would like her octopus Mistress. Worship the Mistress. *Good thought* How could she have ever imagined that getting mindfucked would feel so amazing?

Rosanna uncrossed her eyes, blinking as Regina reached out to stroke her shoulder with a tentacle. It was not an unpleasant sensation, the suckers tugging gently at her skin. Her mind blanked as she imagined the suckers sucking at her breasts, but shook off the good thought. It was a pleasant distraction, but there wasn't much time before the next landing party arrived. If Mistress wanted to make them Wet, they needed to be prepared.

Regina pressed a finger to her lips. "I know what you are thinking, but we only need to wait. They will surely try to call you when they approach. Until then, I have plenty of time to play with my Tentacles."

She leaned in close and gave Rosanna a kiss on the lips. It was soft, surprising, and far more pleasant than it had any right to be. She leaned into the kiss, helping her Mistress to plunder her mouth.

She felt no particular sexual attraction to women, but the dominance of her Mistress was attractive in and of itself. As she was pulled in close by Regina's body, she was surprised to find that the sensation of their breasts pressing against each other was making her body wet. That shouldn't be possible. Sexual attraction was not something you turned on and off like a light switch.

"I like you," whispered Mistress softly against her mouth. "You will make for an excellent breeder."

"How can this be?" asked Rosanna, squirming under her Mistress' control. Her arousal was building, bounding to higher and higher levels.

"It's easy. I'm inside your mind, and my desires dominate yours. You are aroused because I am aroused." She trailed her fingers down Regina's breasts.

"This body wants yours, did you know that? You have a secret admirer."

Rosanna gaped, flashing back to memories of Regina. How could she have missed the signs? Regina had always been kind and helpful to her, but she had thought that was just a natural part of her personality, in the same way that being a cranky bitch was a part of Brenda's. She spent an awful lot of her time chasing men, too. The discovery that this wasn't the case blew her mind. Regina… was bisexual? Had Regina made a pass at Brenda? Was that why they hated each other so much?

Mistress backed her up against the cafeteria table, forcing her to sit down. The Tentacle behind her grabbed her plate to avoid having her fruit scattered all over the table for a second time, moving to give them some more room.

Mistress slid one hand down Rosanna's body, caressing one hip before moving to massage the tip of Rosanna’s clitoral hood. She swirled her fingers in a circular pattern, exposing Rosanna's clitoris. She pinched the end of it lightly, sparking an involuntary convulsion in Rosanna’s body.

"Commanding a Tentacle is more difficult before they have been podded," stated the Mistress. "As you can see, however, even that is not beyond my boundless mental capacity. It is but child's play to split my consciousness to control many of my servants at the same time."

Rosanna found herself unable to move from her position, locked in place as Regina's fingers worked to pleasure her. She rested in the cool stillness of her Mistress, the tentacle in her brain rooting further into her consciousness. Losing control was intoxicating and she was on the verge of a climax almost before she knew it.

"Now, my slave, cum. Cum for your Mistress."

Rosanna came, bucking against Regina's fingers. The tentacle flexed in her brain, tendrils of pleasure sparking through her neurons. She bit her lip, riding the waves of stimulation which had seized her body in their grip.

She gasped, sweat beading her brow. Her muscles were boneless, body sated. "That was freaking amazing!" she declared. The arms of her octopus wiggled in the air, showing off their approval.

"I will let you in on a little secret," said the Mistress. “This feels even better after you have been podded."

Rosanna's eyes widened. She breathed hard, wondering how that could be possible. This was pretty damn good already. She had no reason to doubt the Mistress, *Good thought*, but if it was any better than what she had just experienced she couldn't imagine wanting to do anything else all day.

"Happy slaves are productive slaves," Mistress murmured, reinforcing her thoughts.

From a side passage came the distinct clopping sound of hooves striking against the hard floor. Mistress smiled at Rosanna’s surprised expression, watching warmly as a line of the goat-like animals marched into the room.

The other women sitting at the table turned and sat, lifting their legs in unison. The curious quadrupeds whuffed, running up to them and sniffing their privates.

Rosanna gulped. It was her turn. Right here, on this cheap plastic table. The hard corner pressed against her ass, deadening her enthusiasm.

One of the last remaining animals sidled up to her position, nosing at her thigh. Regina chuckled, stroking her snatch. "Are you ready?" she asked. "The first time is always the most exciting."

Rosanna looked down her nose, equal parts excited and dismayed. The animal whuffed, its thick appendage starting to grow from its mouth as it became more aroused. This was really going to happen.

"I feel weird," Rosanna declared. "I'm about to be fucked by a goat creature and pumped full of octopus eggs. Does this seem strange to anyone?"

Regina smiled. "It's only strange if you make it that way. This is something beautiful. You have to experience it to understand."

"Just relax and let it in. It wants to give you its bounty. To fill you to capacity with My eggs."

Rosanna mumbled, knowing she didn't have much of a choice. Mistress swirled her tongue over Regina's lips. "If it makes you feel any better, Regina really wants this, too."

No, it really didn't help. She stared in alarm as the animal's ovipositor continued to grow, the girth widening at an alarming rate. Would that thing really fit into her?

The being that wore Regina jerked her legs apart. "Don't be a baby, I got you off once so you're already lubricated. You just need to relax and let it do its thing."

The rounded end of the tube probed at her hole, and she tensed up. Regina smacked her thigh, making her jump.

"It can smell your fear. It wants to stick its tube in your vagina, but if you tense up too much, you're going to have an uncomfortable time."

Mistress seized her shoulder with Regina's body. "Listen to me. You can't worry too much about this. It's going to happen whether or not you want it to, so your best option is to make it as pleasurable as possible."

Rosanna gulped. "I know that. I even want this. I want to be a mother for Your children. But I can't stop my body from being afraid."

"Hmm, if I seize your entire body, you won't learn to enjoy this at all. Look at my fingers."

Rosanna breathed quickly, almost hyperventilating. As commanded, she looked at the slender hand presented to her, fingers wiggling to attract her attention. "Forget about your anxious thoughts and listen to me. I am in command. Follow these fingers, they're dropping, they're wiggling."

She dipped her hand down until her wiggling fingers were right in front of the quadruped. She took her hand away, exposing the excited animal. The tube extending from its mouth had swelled up, the rod pressing against her vulva. She swallowed hard

Regina spread her hand out, hiding the protuberance. "Now, look closely at its eye. Look deeper. The Drogon wants you to feel good. It wants you to be filled."

Rosanna did as she was told, falling into the circle of cerulean blue. Her brain twisted, coated in the color. The tentacle swirled inside her, obedience asserting itself. She was a breeder mother. She would take these eggs and birth them for Her. The eggs she carried would make more breeders, spreading Her will to other worlds, making the galaxy a happy, Wet place to exist.

The wash of ocean waves was in her ears. The long rod of the quadruped sank inside, her butt sinking as she welcomed its length. The tube swelled, forcing her vaginal cavity wider. Her muscles clenched around the tube, the friction from its presence causing an explosion of pleasure in her mind.

The tube pulsed, a large object pressing against her nether lips. She shifted her hips forward, pressing against the ovipositor. The animal whuffed, a snort of pressure jamming an egg against her cervix. Her pelvis clenched around the oval shape, accepting the egg inside her as the inexorable pressure mounted.

The egg pushed hard at her cervix, slowly but surely dilating it large enough to accept the foreign object. As it pressed through the opening, she groaned, the muscle only reluctantly giving in, squeezing shut as the first egg barreled its way through. The second egg proved to be just as difficult as the first, the stubborn opening bottlenecking the thick pipeline of eggs stacking up within her vagina.

The Drogon whuffed and pushed itself in further, jacking its implantation tube into her cervix as the next egg dilated the opening. When it was far enough in, the muscles of the ovipositor were strong enough to counteract the squeezing force of her cervix. Blocked open, there was a clear path for the Drogon to feed the eggs straight into her uterus.

Rosanna’s eyes widened. The pain of dilation was giving way to a warm flow and tickling sensation as the Drogon pulsed its ovipositor. As time went on, she started to feel delightfully full.

Regina smiled, placing her fingertips on Rosanna’s clit, playing with the bud. Rosanna’s face flushed red, her breath chuffing as stimulation brought her close to a second orgasm. The Drogon whuffed, pushing at full power, its distended belly decreasing in circumference as her own was filled to the brim. She sat still, afraid that if she moved the ovipositor holding her open would shift. If that happened, it might fire out of her vagina backwards, spitting eggs onto the floor. Not only would that be a huge mess, she wouldn’t forgive herself if any of her Mistress’ offspring were destroyed due to her actions.

The spell of the Drogon’s eye had been broken, but she no longer found it necessary to drown her tension in the endlessly cool depths of its gaze. She became aware of a strange hum coming from the other podded humanoids. She looked around, surprised to find the others cuddling their Drogons as they were pumped full of eggs. The faceless, podded women were voicing their approval, pleased at helping Mistress to accomplish Her goal. Rosanna admired their ability to take the huge quantities of eggs without complaint. She found herself humming along, looking with pride on how many eggs the Drogon had stuffed into her.

All good things must come to an end, however, and soon all of the oblong eggs the Drogon carried had been implanted inside her. It snorted, a cool blast of liquid rushing to fill all the cavities between the fist sized eggs. Whuffing with excitement, the Drogon’s appendage withdrew, her cervix slamming shut to prevent any eggs from escaping. The long tube slipped out of her snatch, its slimy surface sliding against her thighs.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Look at you, you're well on your way to becoming a mother!"

Rosanna rubbed a hand over her belly, delighted at how full she felt. There were so many eggs stacked inside that she could feel some of their roundness from the exterior of her belly. She was completely packed with the alien young, surprised at how many she could carry.

“The Drogons are necessary for breeding now, but podded slaves are capable of gestating their own eggs. It’s not as efficient, since for podded humans, both male and female slaves are required for reproduction. Still, I’m sure there will be sufficient podded slaves to keep the cycle going. Eventually, you’ll all be breeding each other, in a self-perpetuating cycle! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

A funny smile was pasted to Rosanna’s face. “Yes, that does sounds wonderful,” she exclaimed, her brain blasted by the all hormones released from the breeding. Despite how good she felt, one thing was still bothering her. “You have so many slaves… what makes me special? Why are you spending so much time with me?”

Regina spread her legs, sitting back on the table as another Drogon approached, its belly dragging against the floor, gravid with eggs. A shadow passed over her face. “You might find this hard to credit, but it does get a bit lonely being the ultimate authority over everything. Every time I’ve tried to reach out before, I’ve been injured. Parts of me have been destroyed, made Dry.”

Her face turned stolid. “No, the only solution is to make everything Wet, like me.” She flashed a smile at Rosanna. “You’ll understand soon, once you’ve been podded. Being Wet is exciting.”

The thick ovipositor of her Drogon slipped inside her and she grunted. She shifted her body forward, helping the animal to slide it in as far as it would go. “There’s an art to being bred,” she said conversationally. A bulge pushed up the tube into her vagina. “If you thrust down hard right as the egg arrives at your cervix, your breeder can push in farther, faster, and you can avoid that first egg pain. I suggest you try it on your next breeding attempt.”

The Drogon pumped at her, the eggs sliding into her snatch smoothly. She licked her lips and cupped her breasts, smiling as she was filled. “I must confess I like to visit a breeding Tentacle every so often,” explained the Mistress. “I don’t get to breed that often myself, so it’s a guilty pleasure to borrow a slave to experience what they’re feeling. There’s nothing quite like being filled to the brim with my offspring.”

Rosanna grimaced at the turn of phrase. It sounded far too much like incest. “Oh, don’t be a prude,” replied the Mistress, picking up on her distaste. “You quickly learn that those sorts of taboos don’t mean as much when you can mind hop.”

Rosanna watched without remarking, jealous of Regina’s apparent pleasure. Yes, her own filling had been rather pleasurable, but now she was feeling a bit bloated, not really feeling up to more fucking.

A familiar tone sounded from the other end of the hall. A tinkling sound that heralded an incoming communique. She looked up, curious.

“Are you going to pick that up?” Regina slid her hips further down on the Drogon, taking it all the way in. The eggs were picking up speed now, her belly rising at breakneck speed. She seemed disinterested in whatever was making the sound.

Interest piqued, Rosanna stood and walked around the cafeteria table, waddling down the row of new mothers. The podded women were laying on their backs, hands rubbing at their red bellies. Their legs dangled off the table, pert breasts pointed at the ceiling. Rosanna wished nothing more than to lay down and join them, but the annoying tune of the communicator drew her onward.

Sitting at the end of the last table were her personal gadgets, the communicator, her pistol, and a bag of target directors. An octopus arm slid from her shoulder, the wet sucker picking up the comm and bringing it to her hands. Having six extra arms was turning out to be highly convenient.

She snapped the device on, hearing the tinny voice of her former captain through the speaker. “Lieutenant Rosanna, are you there? Pick up if you can hear me!”

This would be her best opportunity to betray the Mistress, if she wanted to. *Bad thought* It would hurt really badly, but she almost thought for a brief moment that she would be capable of doing it. *Bad thought* Telling the captain what was happening to them. That they were being podded, turned into inhuman creatures subservient to their octopus Mistress. *Good thought*

The tentacle churned in her head. It was probably artificial, but she found herself sympathizing with the octopus’ plight. She hadn’t asked to be lonely, to be hurt or destroyed by outsiders. She only wanted them to love her. *Good thought* She only wanted to avoid becoming Dry. *Good thought*

She never really had a choice, after all.

“Yes, captain, Rosanna here. I’ve been busy, sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner. It’s been going… okay. The aliens have invited us to lunch, as it were. I’m not sure I could describe to you exactly what it is they’re eating.”

“Keep up the good work, but you won’t have to do it for much longer,” replied Roger. “The relief team is almost there. I expect them to arrive in about fifteen minutes, and they will need an escort to your location.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Rosanna, simply. The relief team, once podded, would be a key part of their strategy to take over the ship. She looked forward to introducing her friend Sally to a Drogon.

“We’re with the aliens in a cave, sir. The location is a little difficult to find. We’ll come out to escort them in shortly.”

“I will advise them. Roger, out.”

That wasn’t a lot of time to prepare. Most of the podded Tentacles here were far too out of it to support her in dealing with the landing party. She wasn’t exactly in a state to capture anyone herself. She chuckled at the thought of tackling one of the expedition guards with her enlarged belly. What if Mistress didn’t have a suitable plan to capture them? *Bad thought*

She creased her eyes. She needed to have faith. Mistress would take care of them. *Good thought* Mistress would make sure the Dry would become Wet. *Good thought* They would be podded and become additional Tentacles for Mistress’ army. *Good thought*

The good thoughts stroked at her pussy, fanning her delight. She had betrayed the captain, and it felt so good. *Good thought* They were all going to be captured and podded, made to serve their Mistress, and filled with her offspring. *Good thought* They would all be her slaves, ensuring her survival for eons to come. How many offspring could she birth as a pod slave? She couldn’t wait to find out.

End Chapter One