Authors note: I was uncertain of whether this would fit better in the Fetish, NonHuman, or Transsexuals category as you will understand as you read on. I tried a different writing style, first person, and I hope it worked out.
As always, please comment and vote! If you like it I want to know and maybe it will motivate me to write more chapters. If you find something to critique tell me as well, I want to grow as an author.
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This is the story of my rebirth. My life before is a bit hazy in my memory but I remember that night and my following life with absolute clarity.
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I was walking up my driveway, slightly drunk and disappointed by another Friday night of striking out at the bars. I don't think I'm that bad looking; 35, a bit overweight but tall and strong with broad shoulders and a square-jawed face and a well groomed beard. I'd been going out every weekend since a month after my wife left me, just trying to find someone to warm my bed and hopefully help with my loneliness. Before I met my ex I can remember being pretty decent at picking up girls but now I was striking out again and again. It might have had something to do with the fact that every so often I remembered how I walked in on my wife having the orgasm of her life, experiencing pleasure on a level I had never been able to give her, getting eaten out by our neighbor's twenty year old daughter. Now, this might sound like a fantasy scenario for some, but seeing my Sarah with someone else had brought me to my knees and I was still trying to get up. I can only imagine the look on my face when the image flashed before my eyes but it definitely scarred any potential conquest away.
I walked up the steps of my porch and got the front door open. To my surprise I saw that the back window, at the far end of the hall, was open and a trail of dirt and knocked over stuff led towards the bathroom. I cursed loudly and slammed the door behind me before I grabbed a nine-iron from the closet and headed towards the bathroom, intent on kicking some serious ass. If I had been sober I probably would have called the cops but I wasn't, I was angry and sad and a burglar would be a legitimate target for my rage.
I tore open the door with a shout and my club raised to strike. I had only a moment of surprised confusion at what I saw before the golf club was ripped from my hand and I was pulled forward into something fleshy and pink. My entire body was suddenly submerged in translucent pink gel, it worked its way into my nostrils and I started to panic and struggle. Something grabbed my flailing arms and legs and easily stopped my struggles, and as I looked over through the pink gel I saw that there were purple tentacles wrapped around my arms and legs, and more heading towards me. Two thin tendrils made their way up my nose and suddenly I could breathe again. This eased my panic some, from; I'm drowning! to a slightly more manageable; Oh my God, I'm gonna be eaten alive!
The tentacles worked their way up the legs of my jeans and tore them from me without any apparent effort. My shoes, shirt and underwear swiftly followed and I was left naked, floating in pink goo. The way the tentacles moved against my body made me feel really uneasy, the way they slithered and caressed was obviously meant to arouse. Getting raped by tentacles was something that happened to Japanese schoolgirls, not to a big, brawny American man!
This was exactly what was happening though. A new group of tentacles approached in front of me, different from the ones holding and massaging my arms and legs. Two ended in large suction cups and headed straight to my chest where they eagerly latched on. What felt like small mouths sucked and licked my nipples and it felt strangely good and I realized to my shame that my cock was starting to swell. A third tentacle, that looked an awful lot like a fat dick approached my mouth and started to nudge my lips, trying to get in. I turned my head from side to side and clenched my jaw tight, determined not to let it in, but then another tentacle opened at the tip and swallowed my shaft whole. The incredible pleasure of it made me gasp and the tentacle at my mouth took full advantage and filled my mouth.
The shaft in my mouth tasted unbelievably good and I couldn't help but to lick the slick surface and swallow the tasty, addictive goo. When the jelly reached my stomach I got a rush of ecstasy all through my body that made my hair stand on end as I moaned loudly. I swallowed greedily again and the tentacle took advantage and pushed itself into my throat. The taste and feeling of ecstasy was so good that I eagerly let the purple cock fuck my throat, I even tried to make it feel as good as possible, licking and sucking and bobbing my head as I relaxed my throat. At the same time the sheath was sucking, massaging and sliding up and down my cock. It felt like a an incredible combination of the milking walls of a cumming pussy, the tightness of a virgin ass and a soft tongue licking my cock head and the sensitive spot beneath the opening, all at the same time. Normally I would have cummed within a minute from this much pleasure but somehow I could ride the high without exploding.