Authors note: I recently pitched this idea to Lheriss, a good friend of mine, and we had two different views on what should happen in the story. Therefore, you get the same story, with the same start, and two very different paths. Enjoy the introduction up to the splitting point of the story
Ever heard of those rumors about secret places where the mega rich have their super secluded sex parties? Where the people running the nations would rather to do whatever they desire? The backroom within back rooms? What kind of things really go on in such places?
Marian Dureo knew quite a bunch about it. Well, she had glimpsed at it. Officially, she worked in the kitchen of Gran Morte’s a high end restaurant in the Eastern District. Unofficially she was also in charge of supplying the secret sex club “Club 17” located 3 stories underneath the kitchen.
Marian was young, upright, and organized. Everything about her screamed straight, professional, and tight. While she was not the most impressive woman around, she carried herself firm, her black hair short and straight, her thin-rimmed black glasses giving her an eagle-eyed look and the stiff way she deliberately walked were certainly weapons she used to be taken seriously. No nonsense, no bullshit, just getting things done. Most of her days she was running the kitchen but occasionally she had to ensure that food and especially drinks were being delivered to the club. Being a true consummate professional she only covertly glanced at the kinky things she saw going on down there.
The rules were simple for any of the supply staff. Move in. Ignore all you see. Deliver the goods. Get out. And never, ever engage with any of the patrons. There was a significant bonus to the paychecks of all involved in this secret business.
With a subdued smile on her face she listened to the “clack-clack-clack” of her stilettos. The response among the kitchen staff was the best part as they all seemed to cower and increase their pace as she approached. Inside, Marian fiercely enjoyed the grasp on power she had within her work as she made everyone on edge.
Her face soured a bit as she felt natures call. Not really paying attention to the world around her she headed over to the fancy marble coated womens’ bathrooms. Behind her, another high-end patron of the restaurant (and of the club), followed quietly. Marian paid the redheaded woman no real attention as she stepped into one of the bathroom stalls. To her own detriment.
Andrea Lencroft-Creneth smirked as finally her target went to a secluded place. Now she had to work quickly to get it done. She was currently wearing one of her own skinsuits to acquire a more impressive body shape than her own. She wore a dark red cocktail dress and her usually frizzly hair was now very straight and long.
She walked quicker, slamming the stall door behind her and locking it shut. She reached in her black leather purse and pulled out something…purple and slimy. It looked like…well, a tentacle with an eye at the end, but then deflated. She didn’t know how much time she’d have but she wasn’t going to be late, oh no!
With a violent thrust she put her first foot and leg inside it, watching as the material, slippery though workable, stretched out to match her leg. She plopped down on the toilet, pressing her second foot inside the suit, tugging it up to her middle now. With two of her hands she seemed to stretch the hole inside the purple tentacle wide as with a powerful thrust she raised the suit over her own head, and brought both hands together. From down below her legs melted together, and the tentacle thinned out into its regular form that seemed to stretch upwards and devour the redhead within.
With a wet plop and a thwack, the tentacle fell on the ground, producing slime underneath itself. The strange alien eye looked around it, leaning under the boundary of the stall.
Marian had just finished her business, hearing the weird sounds next door but ignoring it according to protocol. She had preferred that the special patrons did their business downstairs but this occasionally happened. Probably best to immediately send a clean-up crew to that specific stall.
Andrea had gotten accustomed to this form quite easily and now saw her chance to get the fun started with a clear shot to her goal.
Marian had little time to respond to the baffling sight of a slippery wet tentacle with one eye on the end slipping underneath the barriers between stalls and sliding up the toilet.
“WHAT THE-” As the eye reached over the edge, it suddenly pierced forward into her uncovered nether region. A sensual moan escaped Marian’s lips as the tentacle violated her, its slime oozing slowly from her vagina as it fully crawled inside her. Marian could no longer finish her sentence but fell silent.
“And the fun has begun.” The look on Marian’s face was now…perverted and evil, at best. A thin grin slid across her face. “Look at me, I’m such a stuck up broad that loves to be in power. I have but one secret…two actually.”
At the same time, two tentacles arose from her anus and vagina, and unlike the first one, these were clearly phallic in nature, if very smooth and dark purple all around. The first positioned itself as such that Marian had a purple testicle-less erection of significant size. The second anal tentacle was just below it, producing a sort of “double-dick” effect. Marian put both of her well-manicured hands around them, suddenly going wild with pleasure as she began jacking off twice. Both of the tentacles felt like a real erection would, but her nether regions practically vibrated with pleasure as she pushed and pulled her tentacles in and out while keeping the tips in place. All of this, combined with the sheer knowledge of doing this as the stuck up manager of Gran Morte’s sent Marian over the edge pretty quickly. Both tentacles stretched forward as they each aimed to the side. Marian could see and feel the cum roll out from her orifices through the tentacles into, and out of, her cocks, splattering against the walls an unrealistic amount of cum. As Marian finished getting it all out there, she wiped her cocks against the stall to get them a bit cleaner before carefully retracting them inside her, leaving only minimal trace.
Andrea would’ve gone absolutely wild normally, but this wasn’t the place for it yet…” Marian put her pantsuit back in place, doing a quick check up to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary and cautiously made her way out of the cum covered stall.
She crossed through the kitchen to the back,rooms motioning at one of the overworked kitchen crew to “Get someone to cleanup to the womens bathroom, stat.”
Andrea enjoyed playing other people in public. As of late shed been playing Markus for a few official occasions, except that version of Markus had to…”excuse himself” like five times during the night for a quick onesie in the mens bathroom. While his wife “Andrea” was ever so restrained and annoyed at “her husband”. Not that “she” would do much about it, Andrea just got turned on by being a man…and then pretending to be her husband at official gatherings. There was a response downstairs to her thoughts drifting off but she very easily maintained her composure and her cover. When she wanted to she could be a very convincing actress but most of the time she couldn’t really care.
She passed through the kitchen to the long walk, through the poorly lit hallway with a bouncer and a lift at the end.
Like most bouncers Gareth Montblanc was an absolute unit of a man. Just over 2 meters high, with an imposing amount of muscles on both arms. Formerly a bodybuilder, now he had the privilege of standing here all night and standing before a lift. But the work was boring, the paycheck was great. He was as bald as possible, even lacking eyebrows. his jaw was big and meaty and everything about him screamed power.
He immediately stiffened up even more as the hag that bossed him around showed up around the corner.
“Gareth. Ive been smelling this awful smell around here. Is it you?”
“No, ma’am”
“Open your mouth and breathe at me, i swear its your teeth.”
Gareth grumbled but complied at the insane request. As he leaned forward and opened his mouth, Marian did the same, and a bulge arose from her neck. A tentacle literally shot out of her mouth into his. He fell back and struggled for a moment. As the tentacle wormed it’s cockhead down into his stomach it fused with him, and within two seconds Gareth had become a part of the hivemind led by Marian (or rather, Andrea possessing Marian). Technically speaking, Gareth was now a skinsuit worn by Andrea. If she wished, she could unzip and have a second Andrea running around with a Gareth skinsuit.
The communication between the two was instantaneous. Marian looked around, and stood in between Gareth and the other side of the hall. Gareth lowered his pants and stroked his equally massive penis to full mast. Marian smiled. “My , what a shame that we don’t have time for this. “
“Agreed.” Gareth used his key to unlock the elevators doors. “Move on ahead, me.”
“Thank you me.” The elevator doors closed behind her and Marian leaned back against the back wall. “Now to bring some new friends aboard for tonights fun.”
It was now clearly visible that there was something squirming around in Marian’s pants. Yet, the moment the elevator doors opened there was
nothing going on and the stuck-up manager of the restaurant stepped onto the well hidden underground floor of Club 17.
“Time to play.”
Club 17 was a place that had been deliberately kept as it was 35 years ago as it was in the middle of the 80’s. Deep underground and way off the charts, club 17 was a place where only the most perverted of the local elite would find their way to.
a black floor and black walls with white edges and neon pink colors everywhere. on the main floor every bit of floor had some slope on it leading to a drain for easy cleaning
to the right was the bar at which a few couples hung out and two highly paid bartenders were at work. in the middle the dance floor which was barely used except for what seemed two latex coated lovers making love. and to the left and the back were the private booths which were more akin to hotel rooms. finally on the far left a woman was pole dancing fully naked for a mostly (but not exclusively so) male clientèle
Marians eyes darted around the room, looking for the most cover. She maneuvered behind
the bar as if she was making a delivery and in a way she was. As she walked behind the bar two bumps rose from her rear and down her pant legs. two greasy nasty tentacles rolled out of her pants sliding across the floor. The two scantily dressed girls and a equally scantily dressed man stood no real chance as the tentacles slid up their legs and defiled their behinds quickly. One of the girls twitched a short bit before they joined the hive mind.
The couple kissing at the bar was next. This one was easy. Marian approached, tapped the man on the cheek, and when he looked at her in confusion, she smooched him. And of course, mid-smooch forced a tentacle down his throat. His girlfriend, a blond woman looked pretty outraged, but after Marian immediately left she calmed down a bit.
“What is wrong with that woman?”
“Oh, nothing, let’s just continue…” As he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, he put his lips to her and immediately brought her on board.
The two bargirls loaded up a plate of drinks and both walked off in unison to the “booth” in the far right corner. Inside, three men were going at it with a woman. Andrea, the hivemind, having now taken 6 people without any problem got cocky. The two girls put the drinks down. “Ah nah, we didn’t order any of that, take it back?” The man in the rear answered. Then the two girls suddenly had tentacles crawl from their orifices and attack the four people there. One yell of panic got out before the far right booth fell suddenly silent. More then a few people looked up, and Andrea wasn’t far enough yet. The two bargirls and the patrons now blocked off the exit from the second booth as Marian moved in on the people viewing the dancer on the far left. As she reached the sets of chairs Marian she began spawning a stream of tentacles from behind that slipped out her soaking wet pant leg, like a waterfall.
Chaos was now spreading, and people were losing their cool as occasional shouts and things arose. More and more minds and bodies were added on to the hivemind as people started noticing the mass of purple tentacles spreading across the place like a virus out of control.
Parr Johnson was the adolescent woman working as the nude stripper as she noticed all this going on, and noticing the infectious tentacles moving across the ground and violating her customers. She took the hint immediately and with an athletic leap, she booked it to the elevator doors, the only way in and out of this place. With a big slam, she hit the button and watch the doors close before whatever happened hit her
All of it currently stopped, as the club went awfully quiet
There were a few people left, who were now wrestled into the center of the dance floor by the groups of silent people with smiles on their faces.
Marian, the oh so tight demanding boss fully revealed herself as 8 tentacles shot out of her vagina, practically lifting her into the air as she “floated”
“Welcome, everyone, to the new management of Club 17. Enjoy your stay, and enjoy your infestation.”
No one heard the screams of the last people still independent down there. By design, what happened in Club 17, stayed in Club 17.
Parr breathed in and out as she heard the soothing sounds of elevator music, bracing to run out of the restaurant and get to safety. She was naked and terrified, but she made it out. “DING”
She prepared to book it, when the doors opened, and the tentacles squirmed inside en mass.
Marian, or rather, Andrea had put everyone at work cleaning up the mess and restoring the club to its originial state as the elevator opened once again.
“Ah, miss Parr. Welcome back.”
Parr Johnson had a wicked smile on her face as two thick tentacles wriggeled about from her rear and front. She ascended onto the stage once again and resumed dancing while everyone around her was cleaning up.
Marian leaned back at the bar, getting a drink handed to her via tentacle. She lowered her pants once again to have another tentacle arise from her once again, this one wrapped around a slime covered high end phone.
With her fingers she tapped in Markus’ number while letting the barkeeps tentacles pull off Marian’s head revealing Andrea’s underneath.
“Hi dear, i thought you were being so boring today so i went down to Club 17. Are you coming?”
On the other side she could hear a sigh. “You know i don’t like being out in public like that.” Andrea looked around the well isolated and hidden secret club barely anyone knew about. “You and i have a different opinion on what is public, dear. Are you coming or not?”
“What are you up to?”
“A fun session in the club, what else.” Andrea answered, while in Marian’s body, while the entire club of infected people were cleaning up from her previous rampage.
There was a long and drawn out sarcastic “Mmmhmmmm.” from the other side.
“Ill see you there.”
“Do you want me to bring Jeremy down too?”
“Nah.”
“Okay then.” Markus hung up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“He knows something is up…but not yet what.” Marian put her face back on and turned back to letting her servants clean up the rest, taking their places as they did before, and waiting for him to arrive.
Markus Creneth parked his car, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t decide what to wear so he just put on a fancy suit Andrea was up to something. He knew it. He felt on edge. When it came to skinsuits, Andrea had endless creativity. Part of him worried that today would be the day she went too far. That thought came to him more and more lately. He pushed it aside. Things were going to be fine.
Markus walked through the kitchen of Gran Morte’s, casually greeting the kitchen staff. They never said a word back, but they appreciated him doing it unlike most of the secret clubs visitors that had to walk through the kitchen to the long path leading up to the elevator to the club.
As Markus approached Gareth notified the rest of the hivemind of his presence. He nodded in recognition, and Markus stepped into the only entrance (and exit) that led to club 17, not knowing that everyone there was now a puppet of his sex-crazed wife. As the elevator descended, so did Markus into the belly of the beast.
“Get me one, will you Henry.”
The barman who was dressed in not much more then shorts to show off his impressive abs recognized Markus and handed him his regular drink, a cola. Non alcoholic because he wanted to remain sharp in such situation, and not…well, have one of their drunk masking sessions in public. Plus, they still had to get home.
“Welcome back to Club 17, mr. Creneth.”
“Seen my wife around lately?”
Henry pointed behind him to Andrea, who was approaching the bar with a wide smile and surprisingly was dressed for a normal evening out in one of her fancy red dresses.
She walked up to him and shared a tender kiss.
“So…what are you up to?”
“What?”
“I heard the whimsy in your voice, you were practically giddy when you called. You’re only like that when you have something new to play with.”
Markus motioned to the club around him. “Doesn’t seem like new to me yet.”
Andrea wanted to respond but smartly decided against it. Behind her a pretty patron walked up to the bar and talked to the female bartender. Moments later they both leaned over the counter and began making out on the spot. Markus raised an eyebrow but disregarded it. That just was the type of thing that could happen in Club 17.
“This whole place is stuck in the 80s, you know that, its by design.” As Andrea prattled on about interior design and nostalgia Markus merely nodded as he absentmindedly glared at the female patron hopping the counter and pulling out her dick for a futa on female make out session against the bar. His eyes faded back to Andrea going on when there was a sudden splatter of cum on his suit.
Markus turned around to see the two women in extacy. “Watch where you shoot, you dunce.”
Markus finished his cola and headed to one of the sitting places on the side of the room.
“Why are you being such a sourpuss, Markus. Lets make use of the clubs services, dear?”
As Markus sat down at the table Andrea hailed a waitress that was fully nude but hauling a plate of empty glasses. A cute brunette which you’d see more likely in a bookshop then working nude in a sex club.
She walked over and looked at Andrea who immediately stood up, picked up the waitress’ plate and began making out with her kissing her and touching her tenderly.
“Let her do her job. Already.”
The waitress broke the kiss and smiled. “This is in the job description though, sir.” She leaned over to Markus baring her tits at him with a smile.”you look quite wound up, let me take the edge off.”
She began fondling Markus and casually pulling off his clothes, looking him right in the eye with a cheeky smile. He at this point relaxed a bit until he felt a dick rubbing against his leg. As he looked it was just Andrea’s as she had gotten rid of her dress to show her full futanari form rubbing
The thick cock against him.
“Someones getting excited now, i see.”
Andrea positioned herself behind the waitress letting her massive erection stick out from underneath her.
Immediately excited, the waitress grabned the cock and began playing with it as if it was her own.
“Come on dear, you know what to do.”
Markus shrugged, getting on his knees to suck “the waitress’ dick while stimulating her vagina with his hand. Already the two women were moaning to the expert stimulations of bodies grinding together. Already it was getting too much and Andrea had to release a bit of pressure by cumming in Markus’ mouth. As she did the waitress spawned a tentacle from her mouth that
dripped cum over his hair.
Markus went deep and took it all in before letting it go and feeling the wet cum in his hair. Yet when he looked up the waitress had already long retracted her tentacle inside.
“How did you do that?” Markus rubbed his hair clean of cum looking around for a possible culprit. “What are you doing Andrea i KNOW that you’re doing something, i just haven’t figured out what yet.”
“Still stressed out? Let me help.” The waitress got down on her knees and immediately began to suck him dry with great enthusiasm while Andrea began kissing him on the mouth tenderly. Better to get him off the subject before he thought too much, so the Hivemind decreed.
Andrea was now gently rubbing and squeezing his nipples while a tentacle slipped from the waitress’ behind, sneaking forward into Markus’ left pant leg. As she could feel the tension in his cock increase she timed so that a shot of cum would be shot up into the pant leg the moment Markus came. As it was planned, it happened, the tentacle immediately pulling back inside the waitress before Markus had time to react.
“What the FUCK!” Markus pulled back and looked at his pantleg now dripping with cum.
“Whats wrong dear cant handle a bit if cum?”
“Like the British say, sod off.” Markus got up and left
“Hey you can be rude to me but not to her Markus she’s just doing her job. Come on dear…my cock is not yet finished with you.” Andrea pulled the giggling waitress off to a side booth for further fun.
Markus returned to the bar grumbling.
“Cola, please.”
“Yes sir.” As Henry got to work a tentacle slipped out of his rear. Waiting for Markus to look away he put the cola in the glass and then the tentacle deposited some of its cum into the cola. Henry then mixed it through a bit to cover it up.
“Here you go.” Markus drank it all in one motion, before his face turned sour. “Yuck, that was not what it was supposed to taste like. Get me a new one, Henry,this one’s disgusting.”
“Right away.” Henry did the exact same process but this time Markus happened to look the exact moment the cum was squirted in. Markus, overcome with anger grabbed henry’s hand, twisting it around so that Henry was forced against the bar.
“Did i just see you slipping something in my drink, henry.” His angry voice was like homey to the hivemind, and the constant relieving of sexual pressure in the booths increased. If the hivemind didn’t release some tension constantly it would’ve broken up the carefully kept illusion it was building.
“No sir. Please let go.”
“Then what is the white stuff you just put in my cola?”
“Nothing.”
Markus grappled Henry further and forced him to look at the cum floating in the cola.
“Tell me before i actually get mad.”
“Mister Creneth?” Inwardly, Markus swore. The voice of faked kindness approached. Markus was well aware when someone was sucking up to him. And this lady was the worst of them. Some stuck up woman in a Grey pantsuit who thought she was the big boss in town, with what Markus could only describe as “evil German teacher glasses”.
“Marian, i just caught this man slipping something in my drink. Do you think that’s normal?”
“Can you please release my employee mister Creneth.” Marian smiled but Markus saw through it with ease
“Check the drink.” Marian obliged and picked up the glass, knocking it back in one try. The hivemind noted that it liked the taste and thus decided to make some more cum and colas for later use.
“Nothing wrong with it. Let him go, please.”
Markus sighed and let Henry go, crossing his arms like a pouting little child. “As if this night couldn’t get any better.” Markus pulled out a bottle from the bar, and didn’t care what it was as he began chugging it.
“We’re sorry that things haven’t gone as you had wished, but we can offer you a fine service on the house to make up for it.”
“What kind of service are we talking about?”
“Our harem experience, of course.” Marian snapped her fingers, and practically every woman and futa seemed to stop with whatever they were doing and approached Markus who now suddenly felt very much cornered. 30 women, most of them fully nude approaching around him while Marian retreated back to the corner of the room.
“Marian, I don’t think that is necessary…” The first woman, a spunky looking goth with black lipstick and too much eyeshadow immediately began kissing him. Markus gently pushed her away but mere moments later he was basically being devoured by a large group of women who all wanted a piece of him. Pressing him against the bar as now at least ten women were touching and kissing him, one lucky one going down on his erection with absolute fury. Markus could feel himself be dragged onto the dance floor where the motions continued. He could barely comprehend what was happening as his entire body was coated in tongues and hands, tender loving touches.
Then he felt something enter his behind, and immediately ejaculate. He roared in fury, attempting to break free but it was basically futile. He couldn’t’ figure out what was going on and who did it to him, it seemed like everyone around him just endlessly adored him with maniacal looks on their faces, their pure weight and pressure pinning him down without relief. Markus managed to work one hand free, wrapping his fingers around his thumb and forming a fist. The first punch thundered through the air, hitting a woman in the face and devastating her nose. The motion allowed him to break a wedge and let his second hand free. With a fast flash of furious flying fists into feminine faces fiercely freeing him from the formation of feral females, Markus got up to his feet, roaring like an animal unleashed. The loose formation of loving was broken up as Markus rose to his feet.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
There was no response as the group of women seemed to just tackle him, this time holding him down on the floor.
Clack-clack-clack. As all the women coordinated to hold him down in place, fully naked as he continued to squirm.
“And now you’re harming other patrons of this fine establishment. I’m sorry mr. Creneth, but you need to be shown that everyone is equal here.” Her pantsuit suddenly had a bulge in it that started to grow. Within a moment the zipper holding the lower half of her clothing seemed to uncurl itself as Marian grew an erection that was bigger then her own legs, with two massive hairy balls plopping out at the same time.
“It has become clear to me that you need to be shown your place for these violent, agressive actions” Marian let her thin, feminine hands roll over her comically massively proportioned erection that was dripping cum.
“What. The. Hell.”
Marian began rubbing her cock all over Markus, it was leaking a lot of cum while Markus was too stunned to really do anything. EXPAND THIS SECTION.
Andrea made her appearance again excitedly hopping over to Marian going “do me, do me, Marian.” With a smug smile Marian turned her dick around and let Andrea go full on draping herself all it squeezing and prodding it to get any of the semen in it. .
“i knew you were involved in all of this Andrea, how much of my money did you waste on this?”
Andrea ignored him as she continued on going down fully on Marian
Markus did another attempt to break free, .Getting one hand up and tugging at one of the futanari’s erection out of desperation, and to his surprise it came free. It was some sort of high tech sock with balls that t revealed a puling purple tentacledick.
“Oh.”
Everyone in the club froze as Marian pushed away Andrea to begin pulling at “her own massive penis. it soon was tugged off revealing four tentacles wrapped around each other, spreading wide and unwrapping themselves.
“Tadaa!” Marian did a presentational pose.”you were so close at times but you fell for it hook line and sinker”
“You’ve…you’ve infected all of them at he “same time?”
“Of course i did dear. when was i going to find a better use for such a precious tool. Two of her tentacles floated over to Markus and began to ejaculate all over him , covering all of him while the other two did the same to Marian, the stuck-up woman revealing her naughty side with showers of ejaculate. more and more of the “futanari” pulled the sheaths off, revealing tentacles in stead of penises.
“im going to letvyou go now, dear, but there is no escape from this club until I’m done with you.”
Markus stood up and cleaned his face of cum immediately. “So all these people…all of them.”
“ALL OF THEM ARE MY PUPPETS.” the entire club spoke in creepy unison “WEPCOME TO MY DOMAIN.”
The bartender from before and the patron she was making out from before approached,tentacles out. She smiled as she Tpulled the sheath of her own tentacle, tossing the empty skin with filled balls to Markus. in a moment of confusion Markus picked it up, and slid it on to his lefthand which to his surprise actually turned it into a penis. immediately he tossed it aside. The two women began to make love to each other on top of markus, one of them sitting down on his erection. They were now having fierce lesbian tentacle sex using Markus as their bed. As he sought to speak up one the women shot out a tentacle from her mouth, immediately deepthroating Markus. yet not so deep as to assimilate him. the girls stepped up their pace as tentacles shot out of all orifices possible the tentacles seemingly rubbing themselves off while Markus had already accepted hi fate as an impromptu pillow. He did his best to suck off the tentacle, hoping to get it over with ASAP. He two women came closer their breasts touching as their tentacles and hands stroked one another. Markus could feel the tension build in the tentacle and braced, but the moment he did the tentacle pulled out and aimed at his left shoulder while two others aimed at his right. Markus’ upper half was now fully coated in it too.
The two women concluded by stepping up and leaving the exhausted Markus for a moment.
“Do you know for how long i had to wait for this moment? Ive had to constantly relieve myself behind the scenes to keep this going you know.” Markus had a quick moment of clarity. Maybe, maybe that would work and get him out of this situation. Sure, it was great so far, but he was getting exhausted quickly and was in no situation to tell Andrea no
“And now for the g…” Andrea spat out some cum from her mouth. “Grand finale” Andrea seemed to collapse on the floor to Markus’s absolute horror. She began twitching and shaking uncontrollably, spitting out more and more cum from her mouth. She looked up to Markus’ stunned stare with a grin before she opened her mouth wide. A massive, massive cockhead appeared from her mouth, stretching it open wide while her limbs turned to empty skin. The cockhead split Andrea’s face in half as it stretched forward, as bigger then Andrea and Markus. It slithered out of Andrea’s mouth which had now stretched beyond all recognition. The cock slithered fully out, before two massive balls popped out as well. It was anatomically correct, except for being the size of a grown man…and the tentacles in the back that it used to keep around.
Marian smiled. “Andrea can’t speak right now, she’s being too cocky right now.” The megacock rose in the air, supporting itself with 8 tentacles on its underside.
“I’m not wearing a suit, I can’t…that…”
It paid no attention to his pleas as it used two of its tentacles to grasp Markus, beginning to rub its massive cockhead against Markus. It massive balls rubbing against his legs, scratching him gently with a bunch of hair. Markus was now pinned down along for the ride. He didn’t have time to try out his plan, so he had to wait for a lull in the action. Everyone around watched at Markus being molested and rubbed over him, spilling ludicrous amounts of cum over the already fully coated Markus who was at this point really not enjoying himself any more.
“Before you go out…how about you go out with all of you, men, women, futa’s all alike?” Markus grasped for air as he saw the massive cock pause for a second and nod. On command, everyone in the pub with exception for Marian started to furiously masturbate, a few people were rushing off to penetrate one another, and there was now a choir of moans and such filling the room. “Let’s hope this works…” he thought to himself as he braced. He could see a small twitch in the massive cockhead, and he took a deep breath. Markus braced, and suddenly everything went absolutely dark as his face was smothered in a truckload of ejaculate. Markus waited, being happy that he used to do breath training before as he could hear the choir of moans continued on. He could feel the tentacle release him out as the flow semed to thin out. Markus arose from his “cumbath” , taking a deep breath.
“This is just too much.” The massive cock in front of him was still fiercely leaking loads of ejaculate. Markus got up, dripping on all sides. To his surprise the cockhead suddenly rose up to face him again. He braced and took another deep breath when in stead of another stream Andrea’s head popped out, stretching forward and gently and tenderly kissing him on the mouth.
“So, did you…did you like…it?” Markus looked at Andrea…the cockhead, and at the people that surrounded him that all seemed to waver. “I don’t..feel so…” Within a second everyone around collapsed in unison, quickly drifting off to sleep. The massive erection didn’t just go limp, it seemed to fully deflate and splatter on the ground. Andrea who was now sticking out of the cockslit, gently snoring away.
Markus dragged himself to the bar, taking a look around in the club that now had a layer of cum floating inside of it, with all patrons asleep in it. He himself was…covered, inside and outside with Andrea’s madness. He breathed heavily, feeling quite deflated and tired.
“But someone’s got to clean up this fucking mess.” Markus climbed onto the bar, almost slipping over cum. He carefully landed on the other side and rummaged through the mini bar until he found three energy drinks in the back. Without skipping a beat he drank all of them, getting up to think.
“Clearly, that is RnD’s work. Kathy’s involved. They set this up.” Markus realized just how filthy he felt in the current moment, and quickly took an impromptu shower break using one of the nearby sinks with flexible taps.
Markus took a deep breath, and picked up his phone. Luckily, it was splash water-proof (after a past experience). He dialed up Kathy’s emergency contact number.
“Kathy, Kathy.” A male voice picked up the phone, yawning loudly. “Yes, this is Kathy.”
” I KNOW you set this up, I KNOW you were involved, call everyone, get them down here, you’re cleaning up the mess Andrea left behind.
Or I’m cutting your budget in HALF. Send some pretty girls to the entrance of Gran Morte’s ASAP before i lose my patience with you.” Markus cut off the connection before any response could be heard. “Now to get them inside…” Markus looked around before noticing Marian, her tentacles still out, lying face down on the floor. He lifted her head up, poking her, but there was no response. He tugged at her face, smiling as it started to deform, yet as it came loose Marian fully deflated with a small shape inside her remained. Markus reached in the neckhole and pulled out the tentacle with the eye.
“Ah..there you are… not that i have much use for you right now.” Markus put it aside, slipping into the Marian skinsuit. Considering how wet it was it was easier then ever, simply crawling in there and letting all parts slide into place. Markus stood up, quickly doing his best to wash up the clothing. It would now only be very wet, but at least it wouldn’t look like cum-covered any more.
With a gentle hand he lifted up Marian’s face and looked through the empty eyeslits.
“I know you’ve already been used today, but I need to make use of you right now.” Gently he slipped on the mask, realigning the eyeholes over his own, realigning everyhing onto his face until he gained her full form. He took a final moment to check in the mirror. Marian looked in the mirror for a final check. She was extremely wet (in the non-sexual manner) but it would be passable for now.
Marian stepped into the elevator, and mimicked the real Marian’s dour face. “Let’s do this.”
Marian shot a few nasty looks at the people working in the kitchen who all had questions on her mind ,especially considering how much she was dripping, but the sour look made them almost shrink physically. She walked through without a second look at them, making sure to show off just how pissed off she was. In a way, it wasn’t hard acting at all. Marian waited outside, taking in the night sky calmly, hoping to forget for a moment what had happened.
It took half an hour for the car to show up. 4 well dressed bimbo’s in an green SUV, parking outside.
“Kathy?”
The redhead in front of the group nodded. “Boss.”
“Don’t say a word and follow me.”
And thus, the still-wet Marian led a group of what the kitchen staff assumed to be escorts to the elevator. They dragged the sleeping Gareth along (with a few of them) and decended down to Club 17
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“Holy crap.”
“What did you expect when you hand her this kind of stuff?”
“Well, we…” One of the ladies began to speak but Marian cut her off. “Nnnnope. Now how are we going to clean this up?”
“Well, we could enter the original suit and make these puppets work for us.”
“Good.” One of the bimbos, a 10/10 blond with E cup breasts stood up next to the massive cock and Andrea’s head sticking out of it.
“Of course she used it like that.”
She pulled out a phone and held it over Andrea. “Ah, this isn’t the original, its one of the…possession copies unsuited. The original…is over there.” She picked up the tentacle with the eye, unzipped it, and with help of another dragged out the deeply-asleep Andrea onto the floor.
“Well, you made this mess. You clean it up. I’m taking her home with me. Help me put her inside me, please. Marian quickly undressed, dragging open a hole in the back. Three of them lifted Andrea up and slipped her inside the Marian suit. With a bit of struggling and stretching they pulled out the skin in the back to cover it together. A few seconds later, Marian was whole once again.
“Clean it up. Get me proof of everyone and everything being restored. Then get out. We’ll discuss this later.”
Without looking back, Marian stepped into the elevator, feeling relieved that she could put this behind her.
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