"Oh god..." She groaned, her face heating up further at the indecency of it all. She didn't know what to say, what to think of it all. Did she want that? She could stop it now if she didn't...
Surprisingly, it felt rather... Good. "Be gentle." She whimpered, even as a larger, thicker tentacle pushed up against her needy pussy. This she embraced happily, her hips squirming as it gently pushed its way inside. It wasn't too large, and the sort of pliability of the 'monster' made it even easier to accept the intrusion as it pushed its way inside, splitting apart her lips and barging in without so much as a 'by your leave'.
She stifled a groan, gladly accepting the tentacle before her into her mouth once more to avoid screaming out for her family to hear. It was thicker this time, more like a cock than a tongue, but that didn't matter much by now. It pushed in and out of her mouth as she licked and suckled it, her mind focused entirely on the cock below, how it pushed in steadily until it filled her up, how it expanded and twisted to rub at every inch of her insides.
It felt wonderful, like the massage across her body was being carried over to an internal massage as well. She'd never felt so relaxed, so satisfied. When it began to thrust, she could tell it was entirely for her own pleasure. It bumped and ground and teased at her insides, even as a smaller tongue-like tendril lapped gently at her clit.
Her first orgasm came quickly, as her newly softened muscles clenched and spasmed, her back arching in her bonds. She clenched down on her muscles, stretching them until they burned pleasantly. "Yes...." She hissed against the cock-tentacle in her mouth, groaning as the deep feeling of satisfaction worked its way through her.
And the monster continued.
Blearily, Amy realized that it hadn't been close to an hour yet. How in the world did people keep this up? Was she supposed to just lay here, being molested until the water went cold? She could kill it instantly but...
The tentacles continued their work, pushing in and out of her body with ceaseless determination that slowly stoked her fires up once more. They changed it up regularly, swapping between simply thrusting to adding twists and bulges to their masses. Even the tongue-tentacle on her clit would randomly switch between simply licking at it gently to sucking hard on the nub of flesh.
As her second climax drew near, Amy felt the tongue on her rear entrance change. She'd almost forgotten about it, so lost was that pleasant sensation amidst all the others. As the tentacle changed shape, becoming almost pointed, and began to push into her ass, Amy's eyes widened. She did her best to relax, helped along by how blissed out she was so far, but the feeling was entirely alien to her.
The tentacle twisted and pushed, slowly opening up her tight ring for access, worming its way inside of her and allowing the faintest trickle of hot water to flow into her rear. Throughout it all the others continued their important work, and just as she felt the tingle of another impending orgasm, it happened.
A small spherical mass, like a marble or a large bead, pushed against her ass and entered her with a 'pop'. That single jolt of pleasure set her off again, and by the time her head cleared several more of those beads had pushed their way inside.
They feel like eggs. Amy noted idly, wondering where that idea had come from. She'd heard of anal beads before, even seen a few pair at the store earlier that day. Why did she think of—
Her mind flashed to the bank, being held by the bug-controlling girl. Being pinned by a literal bug-girl as her bug-cock pushed into her ass. The eggs coming one by one, growing bigger with each one that rolled into her waiting ass.
Amy shook her head, at once confused and disturbed by the image. Mostly because of how turned on that had made her. How could she sexualize such a traumatic moment like that? Another popping sensation as an even larger ball of tentacle pushed into her made her groan, resolving to put aside all that deeper thought until her carnal desires had been met.
Apparently loose enough, the tentacle back there shifted into a proper cock, long and thick and bumpy in all the right places. It began to move with the others, setting its own pace as it plumbed her unexplored depths. More. Amy tried to moan against the cock in her mouth, feeling it push even further against the back of her throat.
The tentacles seemed to reach even deeper inside of her, prodding at new soft bits, eliciting shudders and moans from Amy as they drove her to new heights. The one in her mouth pushed forwards even further, entering her throat proper as the young medic's eyes widened. It shoved forwards and back, dancing across her gag reflex as if mocking what a natural born slut she was.
Oh god more. Amy begged mentally, feeling the shudder of a micro-climax wash over her. She hadn't had enough, couldn't get enough, needed more of that wonderful creature inside of her. Deeper, fuller, she wanted more so desperately that she didn't even notice her powers activate. In her sex-crazed state she didn't notice the creature change in subtle ways, moving to coat her entire body instead of simply holding it down.
Encased entirely by the creature, she could only squirm helplessly as even more of it pushed its way inside of her. It was like the entire bath tub was emptying into her lewd snatch and gaping ass, filling her up as the tub drained away. The tendrils expanded slowly, stretching her open until it was almost painful before shrinking down again. Before Amy could even mentally protest the lack of fullness, the tentacles inside of her lower holes inverted inside of her, turning about and coiling around themselves, filling her up without stretching her entrances at all.
Amy couldn't help it, she climaxed immediately as she watched her stomach bulge outwards. She shuddered and shook with a chain of powerful orgasms as the creature seemed to crawl up inside of her, even pouring down her throat to the point where she thought it would touch her stomach. Her hands clawed at the mass of supple fleshy goop, trying to find purchase as her air was cut off from the intrusion.
Not a moment later the tentacle in her mouth drew back, just as her eyes began to roll back and her face began to turn red. Sputtering and coughing, Amy slumped back into the water, letting the creature catch and cradle her head.
Over an hour passed as she lay in the tub, cradled and caressed by her little monster. It continued to rub at her softly, tickling her most sensitive places as she continued to experience little orgasms every few minutes. Her eyes were hooded, and her grin was wide and peaceful. For the first time in quite a while she felt completely blissful.
She didn't realize until much later, when she attempted to leave the tub, that the monster hadn't dissolved as advertised. Instead, it clung to her like a second skin, happily stroking and teasing her body even as she climbed out of the bath on shaky legs. The tendrils inside of her squirmed, rearranging themselves so that her bulge was no longer visible, but the very sensation of having them present nearly doubled her over.
"What the hell..." She muttered, tempted to use her powers to fix the problem. But how? Simply kill the thing? It seemed cruel, to end the existence of something that had brought her so much joy. Maybe... Maybe she could experiment a little bit?
A bit of work had the creature take on her skin tone, making it impossible to tell she was wearing it like a full body stocking. The bits inside of her nethers were still problematic, but she eventually got them to sit still when she didn't want the moving. She'd considered removing them entirely, but didn't quite know where else to put all that extra mass.
As she took a few steps around the bathroom for practice, she realized exactly how sexy it felt. Like having a toy in, or not wearing underwear. Only so much more... Naughty. This, she decided, warranted further experimentation.
* * *
-Eros—
"I understand your concerns, Armsmaster, but I don't see why any dildo would really need a twenty three year battery life." I sigh, leaning on the counter. The man in front of me is... Well, I really don't know what to make of him. Unlike many of my customers, the man is completely shameless, simply strolling in whenever he pleases without even bothering to hide his identity as the leader of the local protectorate.
He scares the crap out of many of my favorite customers doing that.
"Then the battery can be made even smaller, leaving room for more features." He insists, waving the toy around in a rather absurd fashion. "As it stands, there are at least two other systems that are entirely inefficient, if not redundant entirely. If you reduce the size, you could install an entire anti-gravity system to reduce the weight."
"It barely weighs anything at all, as is." I shoot back, hiding a grin.
"You could replace the material with something denser, more durable." And once again the argument circles around again. Why he cares so much about a toy he'll never use...
"I do appreciate your input, Armsmaster, but is there anything I can help you with, business-wise?" I catch him staring once more at my arm, and stifle a blush. I'm rather proud of my work with it, and Armsmaster is quite the fan.
We'd even gotten intimate once, well... Almost. Right there in the back room, on top of my work bench. A few spilled chemicals and a bit too much tinker-talk was the main cause. I was nearly there when he mentioned my arm was 'flawed'.
Killed the mood right quick.
Since then we'd had numerous arguments about potential fixes and upgrades, but I still hadn't forgiven him for the insult, and I'm certain he doesn't even realize what he did wrong.
Boys.
Ah well, I guess I'll have to make do with knowing the size of the scandal that would get out if anyone discovered the one-time affair. The door beeps, saving me as Armsmaster begins to round on another toy. I've 'inspired' him before, which is the only reason I put up with his attempts to help my business.
"Ah, hello again." I smile, trying not to laugh as my new favorite customer enters.
"Eros. Armsy." Bakuda curtsies, looking sinfully cute in her sundress. Her mask is barely there, just a small black thing that circles her eyes and hides the bridge of her nose. The extent of her costume entirely seems to involve her dress, broad hat, and a basket on her arm. No doubt she was carting around some of her favorite explosives under that blanket.
"Good to see you again, back for another dose already?" Already the girl was making me a fortune in repeated costs. I'd given her a discount, she was one of my more valuable customers, but it was still a hefty price tag to be doing repeatedly. Apparently she'd been working on modifying one of her time-stop bombs to keep her young forever, or at least let her reset her age and grow normally from there.
"I've decided you can call me Hanabi, when I'm like this." She giggles, spinning around fast enough to flash an indecent shot of her underwear.
"Aren't you too young to be in here?" Armsmaster states, looking down at the loli. 'Hanabi' giggles, turning to face him.
"I'm actually in my twenties, you know?" She smirks up at the man. "This beautiful body is the result of one of Eros' projects, which I'm trying to perfect. You know us tinkers, we're always trying to reach perfection."
"You're a tinker..."
"That's right. I'd love to collaborate with you some time. I know your specialty is 'miniaturization', but I think I can help you appreciate making some of your things... Bigger." The seductive approach just doesn't seem right coming from her shrunken form. Though the devilish grin is something she should certainly keep.
"If you're really a tinker, I'd be interested in studying some of your work." And once again the innuendo goes right over Armsmaster's head.
"She wants to sleep with you." I state, saving everyone the headache of lines right out of a trashy romance novel.
"Aww, you take all the fun out of it." Hanabi pouts.
"That would be highly inappropriate."
"That's what makes it so much fun. Can you even imagine how tight-" I'm spared from the awkward as the door chimes once more, admitting two more customers wearing masks. One was Emma Barnes, a recurring customer of mine. She had a regular appointment booked to use the machines in the back for about an hour each week. Most people couldn't even take an hour at a time, let alone pay for one. An expensive habit, no doubt about it.
Apparently she had 'issues' to work out. Who am I to judge though.
The second girl I didn't recognize, though she came in with Emma so they were probably friends. The way she actually froze at the sight of Armsmaster wasn't entirely uncommon. I dearly wished he'd ditch the armor one of these days and wear a mask.
"Hello dear, here for your appointment?" I smiled, turning away from the two arguing capes, dimly wondering what Armsmaster would do for a chance at one of 'Hanabi's more esoteric bombs. The grenades that destroy only clothing, for instance, had to have a practical use to them somewhere.
"Actually... I was wondering if you could let my friend here take my spot." Emma replied, pushing her friend forwards. "She's been really wound up lately and I worry it's affecting her-"
"I'm fine." Her friend hissed, rounding on the redhead. "Honestly. I don't need to be hooked up to some fuck machine to feel better about myself."
"Oh no." I state, smiling widely as I hop over the counter. "This isn't a machine like you're imagining, really... Here, let me show you." I grab both girls, noting the way the dark skinned beauty flinches at the physical contact. Hmm, definitely a good choice for the device.
I lead them both into the back room, a brightly lit space practically dominated by a large gel-like chair. "Tada!" I chirp happily, always ecstatic to share my inventions with others. "This is the result of a huge collaboration, so I can't take full credit for it but..."
The two follow me in, Emma looking as enthusiastic as always, her friend seeming nervous. "Oh, right, now that we're alone, I need your name."
"Sophia." Emma replies happily, much to the other girl's annoyance. "She's Sophia."
"Nice to meet you Sophia. Has Emma explained any of this to you?"
"No."
"Alright then. Basically, this devices is used to draw out your most intimate fantasies and desires, allowing you to experience them in incredibly vivid detail. The chair stimulates your body in synchronization with your fantasy, letting you feel everything that's done to you in the simulation."
"So... What, this thing lets you star in your own porno?" Sophia raised an eyebrow, turning to eye the chair.
