//I'm not too happy with the way this story turned out. I tried to use less rape and imprisoning and I think the story suffered for it. You've been warned.
 
//Tags: happy ending, Tentacle Girl, tentacles, onaholes, sounding, lewd, nerdy, relationship, short story, modern day monstergirl setting
 
Tentacle Girl
 
As you paw through the sci-fi section in your local library, you finally find a book that looks interesting. You take it over to one of the tables and begin reading. You like to see if a book is any good before you check it out, it never hurts to read the first chapter.
 
As you are reading every so often you take a little break and look around. You happen to notice a tentacle girl making eyes at you from a table across the room. She is doing that half predatory, half sultry gaze monsters are famous for. You quickly look back down to your book; eye contact is a bad idea when they get like this.
 
She gets up from her table and comes over to you. Oh boy, here we go. She sits down across from you, but doesn't say anything. She simply starts reading her book. She has on black plastic framed glasses and a snuggly looking sweater. Her hair is pulled back in a simple pony tail. She is reading Atlas Shrugged, you notice. Every so often she reaches out a thin tendril and turns the page. Nothing happens so you go back to reading. You keep catching her making that same sultry gaze as before, but every time you look up she quickly looks down at her book.
 
You are debating on weather or not you should bail. She seems interested in you, but also seems pretty harmless. Besides, you are in a public library with lots of people around, how much damage can she do? You decide to keep reading, doing your best to ignore her.
 
You start to feel something slide up your leg under the table. Something wet. You look up, and she is giving you a demure but lewd smile. The tentacle quickly unzips your pants and engulfs your dick. This entire scene is hidden under the table so no one else notices. You are debating about shoving your chair out and getting out of there, but you don’t want to make a scene. A guy with his shlong hanging out in the middle of a library seems like something that might attract attention.
 
Oh to hell with it, you were just going to go home and jerk off anyway. It actually feels really good. Besides, it will probably make her day. Your dick rapidly hardens inside the tentacle's maw. It starts sliding up and down on your shaft as you try not to squirm. Little tendrils inside the larger tentacle flail about your glans and rub around your dick hole.
 
The tentacle girl is now shooting you a look of pure smoldering sex. She is still holding her book out like she is reading, but is not even looking at it. You are doing the same. If anyone were paying attention they would definitely notice.
 
Her tentacle starts to pump you more vigorously. Its slamming you up and down and starting to make a lewd squelching sound. The smell of sex fills the air. You have no idea how no one has noticed this yet. Finally you begin to cum. You try very hard to stifle your gasps as thick ropes of creamy jizz fly into her appendage. She shoves it all the way to your base and the tendrils shoot out and play with your balls. Her tentacle seems to drink up every drop.
 
Finally spent, you glance up at her. You are both wearing a furious blush and guilty grins. “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” She whispers across to you, the first words she has spoken to you. You nod your head and zip up your pants. That was actually pretty great, all things considered. You want more. “Lets go back to my place.” She says.
 
You get into her car and take off. She talks about all kinds of things, but mostly intellectual subjects. The latest tech, some politics, things like that. She drives you to a middle class house in the suburbs. “You live alone?” You ask. “Yeah, I’ve never been all that good with other people.” She replies.
 
As soon as you get through the front door she is on you like a ton of bricks. She pulls you into a messy kiss, her tongues (there are more than one, apparently) darting all over your mouth. They curl around your molars and push your tongue to and fro. Her tendrils curl under your clothing and along your skin, leaving trails of slime as they go.
 
She quickly removes all of your clothing simultaneously using multiple limbs. She suddenly realizes she is still dressed and does this... undulation type movement that drops all of her clothes in about 2 seconds flat. Apparently she has no bones; no human could move like that.
 
And then she is on you again, dragging you to the floor. You thought you might get a beer or something first, but I guess this is OK too. Foreplay is overrated anyhow. She coils her tentacles all over your body. She shoves the entirety of your arms into hers, or where her arms would be if she had proper arms.  Tentacles wrap around your waist again and again as they slither back and fourth. They twist around your legs and the flagellated underside pulls and sucks and kneads at your skin.
 
You notice she has you positioned you a bit low for direct vaginal sex. You are a little confused at this until you feel a tentacle slide across the crack of her ass and latch on to you. This one is different than before; it has bumps and knobs and rotates slightly as it fucks you. You bury your face in her tits as the tentacle pistons into you at high speed. You both groan as it pushes you to the edge very quickly. Finally you begin to cum, and rocket your jizz into its hungry maw. Both of you cry out in ecstasy as the orgasm pulses on and on.
 
As soon as your climax subsides the tentacle slides off you and another one takes its place. This one has strong musculature that clamps down on you with wavy contractions. You are about to protest that this is too soon after your last orgasm, but she begins thrusting away and all thought of complaint leaves your head. It feels just as good as the last one, maybe better. She must secrete something that messes with your refraction period. This sort of lewd evolution is not so rare in monsters. She begins pounding away at you while you cry out incoherently. You are quickly pushed over the edge into another roaring orgasm.
 
Waves of afterglow wash over you, but she is not done yet. She lines up another one and slides down on you. This one has tendrils inside it that squirm over your length. She thrusts a few times, then you feel one of the tendrils slide up against your dick hole. It slides into your slit and all the way down your urethra. You cry out at the strange sensation, but it doesn't hurt. She begins slamming it up and down, the small wiggly tendril fucking you from the inside while the rest fucks you from the outside. Struck with mindblowing pleasure you begin to cum immediately, ropes of hot jizz having to force their way past the slippery tendril. The cumming goes on and on as she fucks you relentlessly.
 
Finally she slows down a bit to let you catch your breath. She doesn't let go of you, but pulls you in close as she rests her head on your chest. “Unnnnghh. That was something else.” You manage to murmur out. “You like that, huh?” She says back to you as she fondles you everywhere. It occurs to you that you have been the one on the receiving end this entire time. You mention this to her, and your desire to reciprocate. “It doesn't work like that with us. Tentacle girls are what science calls “Trans-tactile empaths.” We literally feel what you feel. Anyone we touch. I cum when you cum. I can't cum without you, actually. Leaves a girl a bit frustrated sometimes.” “Well, you've got me now.” You say. “Mmmmhmmmm.” She hums back in a satisfied way as she gives you a squeeze.
 
You're starting to get hungry. “You want to get something to eat?” You say as she lays on top of you. “You are what I eat.” She says back with a smile. “Your energy, not you, relax.” As she feels you tense up. “If you are feeling hungry, suck on my tits.” This seems strange to you, but you indulge her. To your surprise something comes out. A warm, rich, savory liquid of some kind, sort of like beef broth. “Tentacle girls evolved from tentacle plants.” She explains. “They held their prey indefinitely, and evolved to have built in life support. Have to keep their prey alive, you understand. Everything you need to live, right here in my tits. Drink up.” Its kind of weird, but kind of cool too. You drink your fill, draining one breast and then the other. She coos and murmurs as you do this, reveling in the sensation of your suckling.
 
“Feeling better?” She asks you. You are feeling better. That broth is great stuff. “I feel like a million bucks. Best I’ve felt in a long time.” you say back to her as you nuzzle into her again. “That was actually rhetorical: I already know what you're feeling, remember?” She says. Oh yeah. You forgot. This is going to take some getting used to. You briefly wonder if she can read your mind too.
 
She nuzzles back into you and soon you feel another tentacle on your dick. You are rock hard again. Chemicals in the broth? Who cares, this feels great. This one has little tongues all over the inside that lick you from all directions. After that came one with intense suction. After that there was one that vibrated.
 
It goes on like this for hours and hours. You expected to become too sensitive or get tired or something, but you never did. You feel like you could fuck her forever. Eventually you fall asleep and she just keeps on fucking you as you sleep. Your dreams are interspersed with intense orgasms every couple of minutes. The tentacles all over you keep you warm and comfortable. You wake up feeling refreshed and invigorated, and she is still pounding away on you. “Aren't you getting sleepy?” You ask her. “I’m a plant, remember? Plants don’t sleep. I usually use this time for reading, but as long as I've got you here... you know. Shouldn't let a good opportunity go to waste.”
 
You lift her up for some more titty food. This is quite convenient, you must admit. You are surprised when her milk has changed flavor. This time its more like syrupy coffee. “Variety is the spice of life.” She says. “My milk adapts to your body chemistry based on what you need.” Very, very convenient.
 
Finally you have to go to work. The two of you jump in her shower and wash off all the slime. Well, she is sort of naturally slimy, but you freshen right up. “Can I see you again sometime?” She asks as you are leaving. Is she kidding? You would stay forever if you could. “Yeah, is tonight OK?” She seems to brighten up at this tremendously. It looks like she was dreading the answer. With a warm goodbye you hop in a cab and head off to work.
 
 
-----Weeks later---------
 
You've started spending every waking moment with her. You don’t even have hobbies any more: your girlfriend is your hobby. Other than work every spare second is spent in her embrace. Like 14 hours a day, every day. You haven’t officially moved in with her, but you don’t go to your own house for days at a time. Your only solid meal is lunch; breakfast and dinner are provided via her breasts. Your girlfriend seems ecstatic at your enthusiasm. You get the feeling she was very lonely before she found you.
 
She has proven to be a very low maintenance girlfriend too. Every time you try to take her out on a date she always says something like "I would really just prefer to say home with you tonight." Introverts really are the best girlfriends. Its just as well; when you do take her into public you always get weird looks from other guys. Guys who like tentacle girls have a reputation for being into ass-play. Well yes, ok, you actually have developed an appreciation for a good prostate massage since meeting her. But it was definitely an acquired taste!
 
Its not always all sex all the time with her. She is a real bookworm. She reads to you sometimes. You lay your head down in her lap as she coils all around you and she reads out loud. She even does voices for the characters, much to your amusement. Every so often she creeps out a tendril to push her glasses back up her nose. Her tentacles slowly get more and more amorous as she reads until one of them starts pounding away on you, at which point you two set the book down for the night. You can always pick up where you left off tomorrow.
 
Your coworkers have noticed the extra spring in your step, and the monstergirls you work with keep exchanging smug, knowing glances with each other. You have never felt better. Its not all physical either: you have more confidence, less anxiety, you feel like a new man.
 
Part of you wonders if your mind has been broken. That happens to guys sometimes, they get addicted to some monster and they never want to do anything else. You don’t feel broken. You still feel like you. You suppose if someone really was broken they might not even be able to recognize it. Maybe you are just in love? You are awfully fond of her. You think about her all the time. And its not like she is holding you prisoner or something, you can stop seeing her any time you want to. You just don’t want to. “That’s exactly what drug addicts say,” that part of your mind warns. You decide that you are happy, and that’s what's really important.
 
-----Years later-----------
 
You have finally become an incubus. It really shocked you at first. You knew it was coming, but you didn't think it would be so soon. You are a tentacle variant, of course. No surprises there. You woke up to find your wife overjoyed. She told you the change happened a few hours before you woke up. She was impatiently waiting for you to wake up like an excited child on Christmas morning. You ran into the bathroom to check yourself out.
 
You have 10 tentacles now, of various lengths and purpose. They run symmetrically along your sides and upper back. Most of them are utilitarian, with little grabbers and claws and tendrils. Only 4 were full blown cocks. All of them seem to function as erogenous zones though. You practice moving them around in the mirror, but they are quite easy to control. It feels strange though, you have sensations from places you never even had before.
 
On top of this your body feels stronger, and you have become more handsome. Your face isn't that different, just somehow a perfected version of what it was. You have a couple stubby horns up off the side of your head, less than an inch long. Your entire body is ripped: you could be a male model if not for all the swaying appendages hanging off you. You still look much more human than your wife. You would need an xray to be sure, but you seem to still have bones, at any rate.
 
You are so focused on your upper body you almost fail to notice your cock. Its like 2 thick feet of length now, and fully prehensile. So make that 11 tentacles, all counted.
 
Your wife makes you call in sick. No way she is letting work have you first. You kind of wanted to show off to your coworkers, but this is good too. They can wait until tomorrow.
 
She starts off with a tender kiss, then takes your new cock all the way to her womb. You cry out at how sensitive it is. You try wiggling it around inside her and are almost blown away by pleasure. Not done yet, your wife starts sliding your tentacles into hers one by one. Foot after glorious foot of your length gets slurped up until she has fully hilted you 11 times. Its incredible. Beyond indescribable. Its like you were made for each other.
 
Then she starts moving. Fucking you 11 ways at once. 11 different sensations all slamming into you. You notice some of your cocks seem to be approaching orgasm sooner than others. Your wife of course can feel this, and slows down as needed to time them all simultaneously. Finally you reach the strongest orgasm of your life. You fire off stream after frothy stream of jizz into the waiting orifices, twitching and jerking as you roar your delight. You cum on and on and on, more than even your wife can handle, and that’s never happened before. The excess spills out onto the ground as you continue to spray your joy into her depths. Your wife has ahegaoed pretty badly as she feels your climax.
 
After that she practices slowing down and having each of your shafts to cum in series, chaining them together one by one so she can keep you in a permanent orgasm for hours and hours. You groan and laugh and twitch and squirm around as she masters her craft. You are loving this. She is loving this. Far better than either of you imagined.
 
This goes on for a full day before you finally head back to work. Your wife wants to keep you home another day, but you tell her there is no rest for the wicked. Your coworkers seem impressed. You strike a very imposing figure now. Your monstergirl coworkers swoon; you think they are jealous. You keep catching them whispering to each other while looking at you. Even the human girls you work with seem intrigued.
 
You thought clothing would be more of a problem, but you just cut a few holes in your shirt with a knife to slide your tendrils through. It doesn't look as ghetto as it sounds. You should still probably find a tailor or something though, you are going to need a more long term solution.
 
----------Many more years later-------------------------
 
You are a father now. A pair of beautiful girls to call your own, with a 3rd on the way. You never used to think of yourself as a family man, but now you cant think of yourself as anything but. Some days they run into your bedroom and jump right on top of you, two squirming balls of tentacles shaking you awake. You just coil a few of your tendrils around them and lift them into the air in a big hug.
 
You thought it would impact your sex life, but it hasn't proven to be as bad as you thought. Parents can't live the same kind of debauchery filled life as singles. Most days your wife sneaks a tentacle under the  table right there at dinner and latches on to you discretely. It reminds you of the first day you met. Everything comes full circle in the end.
 
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