Part 5 - Understand (2/3)

‘Ah, ahh~! Wha- What is this? How, just how do those things feel so damned good!?’

At first, I had been scared as to what might happen once I touched the alien things protruding from my crotch. After all, how was this not almost the same as embracing the monstrosity my body was turning into? Yet, no matter how much I would have liked to deny it, I had seldom felt any greater sensation than today. I really hadn't been a stranger to fingering myself before; when you are a frustrated teenager who can't hold a boyfriend, you spend a lot of nights alone under your blanket.

Sadly even with me coming of age, not all that much had changed. The men may have grown less childish, but still, they could easily be swayed by using just the right words and coquettish looks. Let's just say that in combination with my “condition”, my infidelity didn't help in finding friends, neither under the boys nor girls. So, yes, even while I did have a boyfriend at the moment, I also had extensive knowledge of pleasuring myself, be it with tools or without. And still, a single moment of this was better than anything I had experienced before!

Not only did the skin around my crotch area feel entirely different than before, but it also was curiously slick to the touch, as if it was extruding moisture. While that had been odd, it had gotten really weird when I touched the actual tentacles. As if sensing my approach - which honestly they probably did considering they were part of me - they almost had seemed to perk up when my fingers drew closer. Most of them withdrew from snaking around my thighs or each other and closed in on my hand. They almost seemed like pets eager to please, well except for one, that little guy still clung tightly to my leg and apparently didn't care for my affection.

That or this one had more self-control than the others, I was unsure as to what that said about me. What one of them lacked, the others made up more than enough in vigour and excitement. As soon as my hand was in reach they darted forward and wrapped themselves around my digits. I was honestly a little shocked by this, but the sensation I got from the caress made more than up for that, and soon enough my fingers had already automatically started pleasuring my little tentacle-bouquet.

Curiously it actually seemed that my ministrations had more of an effect on my body than I had initially thought. Because after several seconds of giving myself the weirdest handjob ever, my tenta-dicks went from slick to straight-up wet. It was as if my body was producing its own lube! With every stroke I got wetter and wetter; not only the tentacles themselves but even my gash was now straight up dripping with clear fluid. Gripped by equal parts of sexual desire and morbid curiosity, I bend over fully and wrapped both my hands around the four wriggling tendrils.

Faster and faster I rubbed them up and down, while they were coiling around each other ever tighter. I could feel myself quickly reaching my climax, but before I let myself go, a sick idea crossed my mind. With a wicked smile, I brought my lips closer and puckered them into an ‘O’. The very moment my mouth closed around their tips, I couldn't hold back any longer and the oddest thing happened: I came, and like a Waterfall at that! My until then soft moans turned in to ecstatic delightful screams, which almost instantly changed to panicked coughing, as I inhaled what seemed like half a Litre of viscous spunk!

Coughing and retching I dragged myself to my feet, still not understanding what had just happened. My whole face was covered in the slimy mass and it was so sticky that I had problems even getting it off. I couldn't see and barely breathe with the spunk coating both my eyes and nose not to mention the amount I had straight-up inhaled. Blind and maybe slightly suffocating I did the only sensible thing, I stumbled straight back into the shower cabin. Feebly I grabbed around for the control panel and through the weird haze just managed to put in the bath setting before slumping to the ground like a fish gasping for air.

Somehow I didn’t suffocate but instead woke to the subdued chirping of the intercom. I had to blink a few times, too confused to really understand what was going on. My breathing problem had seemingly managed itself but not because I had cleared my airways, but because I was breathing through a completely different way. I was actually breathing underwater! This was incredibly weird, especially because I felt worryingly content at the moment. I didn’t even seem to have the need for air at all anymore. It was almost as if I could spend down here forever. Bringing my fingers before my eyes I was astonished at how clear my sight was despite the water around me. While I was logically confused and a bit scared about what the changes were doing to me, a part of me was simply fascinated. Maybe this change was not so much of a curse after all; just maybe it could be a chance. Possibly even a way for me to get out from underneath my father’s thumb. Away from all the noise of high society...

With a weird gurgled sigh I lifted my body out of the, by now, cold water. Curiously it seemed like an oily sheen remained on my skin, trying to wash it off didn't really work so I just wrapped a towel around me and stepped out on to that hideous pink carpet. Still, the intercom kept blaring on, why had it set such an annoyingly peppy tone for it? I grit my teeth and smashed my fist into the answer button.

“WhAt!” I couldn't even be bothered to change to telepathy.

“Yikes, is this thing broken or what?” Sadiya’s voice seemed to almost be pained when she answered.

“Anyway, I've been trying to reach you for minutes! We will leave soon so get your damned ass ready already!”

She didn't even bother to wait for my reply and hung up as soon as she was finished. The audacity this woman had! How dare she be so disrespectful, I should teach that stupid human a lesson! I continued standing there for a moment, thinking of how to pay her back, when it suddenly dawned on me, I had thought of Sadiya as human. This was only logical, as she was one, but I had specifically thought about how she was just that, a human. I had instinctively thought of her as lesser, in other words, I had thought of being human as a lesser existence. But lesser than what? After all, I was human too, right? Only, what if that wasn't true anymore, what if not only my body but my mind as well, was changing into something alien!? Before the spiritual agony of that idea could grab hold of me, I shook my head and left the bathroom.

Right now I had more important things on my mind or more specifically getting dressed so that Sadiya had no reason to call my father on my behaviour. After what that piece of human garbage had done this morning, I was probably on probation. I was glad enough that I would have the weekend for myself, as my parents would be busy with their laughable fundraiser. It was such a joke, my father cared not a single bit about the less fortunate, this entire thing was just to clean up his image and feed his massive ego. Because no matter what anyone told him or what the media reported, my father saw himself as a great philanthropist, yeah, one that philanthropically punched his daughter in the face. I chuckled at the idea of ripping down his little castle in the clouds. Maybe someday I would have that power, someday I would be able to make him dance like a puppet on a string, just he wait.

No matter how frustrated I was I still had to go to university and therefore I had to get ready. A fresh pair of panties, a leather skirt and my favourite peach coloured hoody later I made my way towards the door but had to stop when I looked into the mirror. Underneath both of my eyes, the skin was rough. Not simply the little wrinkles one gets from sleeping badly, no, it was more like you could actually see the way my tears had taken earlier. There were red inflamed streaks going down either cheek as if my own tears had burned my skin. I already went to grab foundation and powder when I realized this had happened before. Once in the Backside hospital with the needle and a second time when I had puked on the road. By the ancient one, my bodily fluids were turning fricking caustic! This shit was straight up like that remake of that ancient alien movie. I could only groan as the thought of all my clothing melting away crossed my mind. I really didn’t want to have to deal with that.

Violently pushing the thoughts from my mind I did my best to cover up my “beauty marks” but after a bit just gave up. Instead, I grabbed a pair of sunglasses from my collection that covered enough of my skin as to make the blemishes appear at least a bit less pronounced. I tussled my hair a bit to make it look more of a wild look and less of “I didn't style my hair”. Somewhat content with my outwards appearance I stepped towards outside and almost instantly felt slick tentacles slip out of my vagina and right back into it. I forced a smile, ignored the sensation my body so wilfully produced and soldiered on. Towards a new battle and a new enemy but also a very new dawn for me.

Okay, it is official now I hate Sadiya. Not only had she apparently plundered half the kitchen, no, in addition she had absolutely no shame. When I had come down into the living area I was, not as one would have expected, seeing a hardened mercenary there to escort me but instead, I was faced with a sight I could hardly believe. The so-called Lieutenant Sadiya Crook - yes, I had remembered her full name - was dressed in what could only broadly be described as clothing and was more than certainly not dressed like a bodyguard.

But no, instead her assemble consisted of ridiculously short pants and a tank top tight enough that her more than considerable bust threatened to spill out. Honestly, tank top should probably be taken literally in her case, as her love pillows were almost weapon-grade in comparison to my own assets. But to be fair everyone knows that it does little count what size you are when you have no class and apparently also no idea of style. By the hells, she was wearing a red top with green shorts, she looked like the most busty traffic light ever! I could barely suppress a sneer when I noticed other signs for her obvious disrespect of proper decorum. Even from here, I could see the crumps in her cleavage and I was almost certain that I smelled booze. I hated the smell of alcohol, it was such a pedestrian thing to consume, just why would you want to inhibit your mental faculties!?

For a brief moment, I had to wonder if I - the girl turning into an octopus - wasn't actually still more human than this woman, for she was a wreck. After looking her over I realized that didn't solely apply to her behaviour but her body too. My whole initial suspicion of her being modded was true but not in the way I had expected. Large parts of her body had been replaced with cyberwear but not because of choice it seemed. Both of her legs were from the upper thigh down military duty replacements, and what her hotpants exposed of the remaining flesh was badly scared by large burns. As if keeping in theme with the rest of her, almost her entire right side featured similar burns and there wasn't even a stump of her arm left, in its place was a modern state of the art biomelt-prosthetic. The black cords of artificial muscle seemed to constantly ripple and twitch as if the nerves connected to them never had truly healed or as if Sadiya was expecting to be attacked at any moment. It was clear that the woman's body told a story, but even seeing this I couldn't bring myself to justify her actions through her past. Somehow she actually made me dislike her even more with her next sentence.

“So, see anything you like?” To emphasize her point she pressed her cleavage together.

I honestly wasn't sure what she was trying to achieve, but considering what I had seen of her personality and the state of her body she either was excessively lonely from extensive and pronounced PTSD that resulted in her falling out with social norms and adopting an overly aggressive stand on interactions with the same sex . . . Or she had at one point received a severe brain injury. As I wasn't a certified psychiatrist but a mage - or at least something close to one - I went with the second option. As that option didn't involve me having to be understanding and supportive of her as a fellow mental health patient, I simply snorted at her comment, grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter and left for the door. It was at that moment that I had to realize the futility of my act of defiance, for Sadiya obviously hadn't liked my response. I heard the sound of metal scratching stone and not even a second later a strong hand gripped the back of my hoody. With more power than I would have expected she shoved me straight into the wall.

“You- You are exactly like the others aren't you!?” I couldn't see her face but her voice was trembling, was she… crying? Well, it did not matter, not truly anyway.

“I have no idea what you mean, and I order you to unhand me right this instance!” I really didn't want her to pull down the hoody any further, considering how sparsely I had covered my obvious new additions.

“You can't even say it to my face, can you!? Just tell me you find me ugly and obnoxious!”

Wait! Where the heck was this coming from? I was so confused at the moment I didn't even react when she leaned forward and so I was more than surprised when all of a sudden her cheek touched mine.

::...please not her too. Just give me this one chance…::

I instantly froze up like a popsicle upon hearing her thoughts, they fit so little with what I had seen of this woman. It simply couldn't be, right? Her abrasive behaviour, violent disposition, and awful clinginess had those actually been her trying to… flirt with me!? But why did she destroy my phone and pull a gun on Tanya, had she been jealous? Seriously, just how fucked up was this woman! As I still contemplated on what this might mean, Sadiya went for a full out hug instead as if hoping unwanted physical contact would make me like her.

::...She will love me like this, people like hugs! They show one’s affection…::

Unbeknownst to her, hearing her thoughts actually gave me a great idea. A nasty little smile stole it's way onto my face as I thought of a plan. Yes, I could use this to my advantage, make her dance like a doll to my tune.

. . . .

‘Ah yeah, I should have honestly come up with a better plan there. Because now our dear mercenary is like a love-sick little puppy, one that also has rabies…’

‘Oh, by the way, Sadiya if you hear this, know that once I get out I have a very special plan for you…’

“ SisTer…”

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