Chapter 3: Expanding
A chill hit John, as he entered the gym which hid down a side ally. Scarlett, his aunt, was a fairly intense woman, one who spent a good amount of their time working out, and going to work. It was fairly ambiguous where the 5'11" tank of a woman worked, but it was somewhere that didn't mind tattoos. Her entire body was filled with tattoos, and hardened muscle, well all but her breasts. Like her sister she had enormous tits which moved attention to her chest, and slightly flared hips which failed to move attention to her ass, the globes of which were shaped by the gods, and as firm as their rule.
John passed Scarlett and meeting her eyes, dropped a note on her towel. A half an hour later he was in a shop down the street, which sold sexual paraphernalia. A 5'3" moody goth showed him around, her fishnet body suit boxing in patterns of modest cleavage. She wasn't thick like his adoptive family was, but she wasn't particularly skinny either, she was a healthy in-between.
In each aisle Roxy found a reason to bend, or grind against him, moving every which way to show more of her body to him. Pretending to get a text he stepped aside and messaged his partners, Susan needed no convincing and Kristen was fine, as long as she could have a chat on the phone with her.
As the phone rang in his hands, he passed it to Roxy, nodding for her to take it. Obviously confused, she took it from him with trepidation, and a clear uncertainty. John walked over to the windows, and surreptitiously closed the blinds with a force. This cashier worked alone as she had said multiple times, and was allowed to close for a lunch break. A break was on the horizon.
Her eyes from across the store met his, with a curt nod she slid the phone into her pocket. Kristen's ending words rattled in her cunt honey. 'Good. Then he's going to fuck you senseless'. Roxy's eyes were wide, and mouth open, fear and excitement stirred in her stomach till it dripped out her cunt. John cast a transmogrify spell on himself. From over the shelves, he would look normal, from up close he was a monster. In the woman's sales pitch, she had said lots of things along the lines of 'personally', and 'I really like'. Monsters, she had a recurring fantasy wherein a monster took her by force.
A set of tentacles moved up the aisle behind her, another set crawled over the aisles on either side of her. John pivoted, first his head then his body. He moved to her legs and arms unmoving, as tentacles lifted him slightly and moved him in her direction.
Roxy was heaving deep heavy breaths. On approach she went to pull off her boots, but was stopped by the sight of tentacles, wrapping up her legs. Her head lurched up, John now stood a foot in front of her, a swarm of tentacles pooling from his back.
"what are you?" Her voice quavered, small with fear.
"Today, I'm nothing but a visiting fantasy. Your safe word?"
"Tonka." A small relief seemed to hit her.
"Good. Now prepare yourself to be used like one of these toys."
Roxy nodded flush in the face as the first tentacle confirmed her dripping wet.
The tentacles on the aisle either side launched out, grabbing her arms as the tentacles on her legs worked in tandem to splay her like a star. John's hands cupped her face, as the tentacles on her legs coiled further up, under her skirt. The woman had picked the right day to go commando.
He kissed her as his tentacles started breaching her folds, moving with a steady intent. The tentacles on her arms moved with a speed, flowing under her clothes, and coiling around her breasts tightly.
John pulled out his cock, and as her eyes met it whispered.
"This is why I am the monster"
Roxy came on his tentacles, shaking fiercely in their grasp.
"Two taps to quit. Understand?"
Dazed and confused Roxy nodded. And in an instant a tentacle was in her mouth edging down her throat. Wide eyed and horrified she gagged, drool dripping off her wet chin, as the moist tentacles worked her. Muffled screams filled the store, as it was accompanied with the squelching wet sound of flesh being filled.
"Two taps" he repeated to her writhing form.
Makeup ran from her eyes, leaving dark black streaks, like a mourner crying over the death of their loneliness. Her body strained to accept the multitude, ecstasy coursing through her like electricity.
She met his eyes, hers still wide with fear, and nodded her understanding. With that suction cups from the tentacles latched to her diamond nipples, sucking madly like starving animals. A third tentacle was under her skirt, clamping onto her stiff clit, as the two already there moved deeper within her.
The tentacles in her moved in rhythm, one out, one in. Fucking her relentlessly as she contracted, and vibrated with pleasure. Precum drooled down his cock, but he did not have time for that and her, so instead he clapped her ass cheeks, and willed the tentacles into a barrage.
She came and came. John a mere spectator to the brutal fucking he delivered. Hydration seemed necessary after the fluids that pooled at his feet, they flowed out of her and off of him, pooling beneath them both. A few minutes in he pulled a tentacle from her mouth letting the empty hole gapped for fluid. John tilted a bottle to her mouth till she choked letting the fluid flow into his new toy, fueling it for further use. Consciousness was illusory and pleasure consuming. Roxy's mind was electrical bursts, and binding fullness; her new master was using his toy, her, so well.
After an intense half-hour, he moved her to the back, setting her down on a chair. With the help of the tentacles, he had given her a sponge bath, and snack in all of fifteen minutes. Sadly, she would need another few minutes to gather herself before she worked.
***
Scarlett came into the sex shop shortly after John had reopened it, taking over for the woman who now lay resting in the back. She wore tight yoga pants, and what must have been a custom sports bra. He hadn't cum during the interaction, and was sporting a consistent, painful erection when his buff and beautiful aunt came in.
"So. You're a magical being." She spoke low and pointedly.
"What makes-"
"I saw you. In here. And I hunt magical beings, so you weren't exactly hard for me to spot."
"oh."
"What. Pray-tell, are you dear nephew?" Scarlett's elbows leaned on the counter, pressing her large tits together, while her rough hands held her head up.
"Part incubus."
"Oh. Wow." It was her turn to be surprised. "And is this woman the first in your harem?"
"The third."
"I see who was-"
"I had planned to make you the third, but..."
