*Author's Note*
Finally a new chapter and all I can do is apologize for the long hiatus. I have had a ton of personal issues that have me tied up and unable to concentrate on writing. Unfortunately, this will not change in the foreseeable future. I will not give up writing and I am working on other projects to get published hopefully soon in the future.
This chapter, as well as other side stories to the Egg, will be vital to the story I am telling here. Special thanks as always to my hard working editor Pixel_Panda. Lastly, email with questions or suggestions as I thoroughly enjoy feedback.
*End*
Pleasure is the meaning of life.
That's what Lea truly believed now. Her shape-shiftable nymphomaniacal body of writhing tentacles sought more stimulation. Her first partner was gone, now completely absorbed into her flesh. Every atom of his body was now a part of her forever. She shuddered in pleasure realizing it wasn't enough.
The change brought upon many things. One was a heightened sense of smell. At the moment, she smelled blood, sex, and more potential mates. If she didn't have any control, she would be storming through the area looking for any living males. That would be disastrous though. She now understood the reason for having the compound.
"That wasn't enough punishment for someone like him," she sighed, licking her lips with a sultry purr. Another shudder of pleasure and her stomach growled. "Cum tastes even better now."
Her tentacles maneuvered gracefully through the air and undulated freely in the filth of the place. The kicked up dust brought her back to reality. With a mental pull and physical strain, her tentacular alien form shifted back into its human form. Not much time passed before she was sitting naked on the ground in her human form.
"This feels wrong," she said to herself. After sitting naked for a few more moments, she transformed her body's outer surface to mimic her work clothes. Standing up, she enjoyed a stretch before deciding that maybe she should head on back home.
Home.
She made it back to her old apartment and found herself growing horny all over again. Not that she didn't like it, but she knew it wouldn't be for long that she could put off the whims of her newly changed body. The demands of Worship now entrenched themselves firmly in her newly accepted role. Even as she opened the door to her place, a sniff of the air filtered out a multitude of smells and gave her a shudder as different scent trails illuminated in her field of view.
Visible only to her kind, those were paths leading to human men. Fertile as she was, she would need to pursue many human men to find a suitable mate. Someone who would be able to keep up with and satisfy her body's needs. Then, hopefully, a long-standing mate would provide her a way to become pregnant. To possibly be the one to birth forth a vessel of flesh for their Goddess to inhabit. She shuddered as her body ignited into a frenzied amount of need.
Her apartment door barely closed shut behind her when her new natural form burst forth. Hair morphed into tentacles as other tentacles sprouted out of different parts of her body in their twistingly long glory, a testament of her alien visage. She wanted to keep going for the day, but things twisted and she fell against the door in bliss.
Tentacles of every type, even the unimaginable, as they were, filled every open orifice in her body. They spread their reach everywhere, her own bodily appendages taking control of her. It needed relief and it intended to get it. Soon, she shook in orgasmic bliss as her own tendrils reached for every pleasure point in her body. The slimy rhythmic rubbing and pressure brought her to an extremely pleasured state. By the time she stopped screaming against her own writhing tentacles gagging her, she fell back to the door in a puddle of her own juices.
"I need a shower," she said with a sigh. "A shower and a great cock."
She got up and looked at the expanding wet spot on the floor. Her tentacles started wrapping around themselves absentmindedly, briefly forming many crude imitation cocks. The apartment, a sea of pheromones now, and she wondered if a male would answer them. There probably was enough of it to permeate the air in the entire building for days. She wouldn't mind and even made sure to close the door in a way so that the latch didn't fully seat. Already, she could hear the effects of her personal perfume wafting through the complex.
There were increasingly more moans and groans. Men masturbated as well as women. Each of their carnal desires increased a thousand fold. The imagined sounds of things sliding in and out of other things. She wandered briefly about all of the possibilities.
"All an offering to you, my Goddess," she said with a shudder. The thoughts about her neighbor's carnal activities soon had her body reignited in its own need for stimulation. Sighing heavily, she moved effortlessly through her apartment to the shower.
Lea loved to shower. Even before her gifted transformation, showering was like a hobby to her. Not because of the relaxing hot water that she used, but because of all of the different soaps she collected.
Each aromatic scent brought her joy. Researched and tried, she often loved anything that was mixed with honey. A tentacle from her nether regions coiled itself in response to this thought around one of the thicker body wash bottles. She paid no mind to it as she turned the water on.
The shower running, Lea moved to look at herself properly in the mirror. That being something she really wanted to do since emerging from the pod. Her initial look at herself was rushed and now was a perfect time for a longer look.
She looked absolutely alien in many ways. Looking humanoid with the right amount of limbs at the moment, she held fingers up. Her skin, while not an off color, was more pale and definitely not passable as human. Black freckles started on the top of her hand before they turned into bigger blotches. Her countless tentacles, which sprouted from the top of her head, back, nipples, belly button, limbs, anus and her pussy also sported the same spotted pattern.
Lea, who thought she might be a bit chubby before, no longer thought so. There didn't seem to be even an ounce of fat on her except maybe in her newly sensually sized breasts. Huge as they were now, something she discovered that they felt more right in a bigger cup size.
"You're one hot creature, you know that?" she said to herself, licking her plump lips. "Oh what?"
An explanation of surprise as something hard and cylindrical inserted itself into her ass. She bent over the sink and moaned. Reaching back, she spread her ass apart as the thick circumference of the makeshift dildo slid into her wanting anus with no resistance. As her sphincter barely began closing around the top of the soap bottle when her body began to work in and out of herself. Before long, she was listening to the splashes of her squirting pussy while she shook in pleasure.
The soap bottle slid out of her and fell to the floor with a wet plop. She felt her tentacles sliding across her body and felt incredibly turned on. Looking over to the shower, she saw a few more thick soap bottles that would perfectly spread out some orifices of hers.
