Thoroughly.

Author's note: Sorry for the wait. I got lasik surgery for my eyes. I no longer need glasses.

“Well Citrinas, any other ideas for convincing me to give up marriage?” Verdi asked, mockingly holding her chin as his main tentacle dangled in front of her, soft moans and wet squelching accompanying his voice as the rest of his body violated the others. The aphrodisiac she gave him still coursed through his system, but he had plenty of control over his body when it came to Citrinas.

“Plenty, but I’m patient. Tonight is all about you having fun.” She said casually as Verdi’s tentacles dripped with anticipation, gallons of precum gushing out at the mere thought of violating her. Just before he could have his fun, he ed his final gift for Citrinas.

“Ah, before we start, I thought your look could use a few changes.” Verdi said, a familiar injector tentacle dangling by her as she cocked her head, giving him easy access to her neck as though he were a vampire. Reaching with another tentacle, he gently rubbed an anesthetic on her skin, the slime clinging to her as he pressed the needle close to her.

“My chest is never big enough for you, is it?” She asked wearily, feeling a soft prick in her neck only for the pain to instantly fade away as the anesthetic numbed the pain. Fluid slowly flowed into her throat, warmth building in her neck before making its way downwards, coalescing in her chest. To her lack of surprise, she found her already swollen chest throbbing as they grew, the H cup breasts growing outwards as Verdi teased and licked at her nipples. She could feel their weight against her chest as Verdi held them, massaging them with multiple bumpy tentacles as the lumps dug into her skin. To her surprise, she could see far more milk gush out of her than usual, the slightest touch giving enough milk to fill a bowl. With her chest this big and productive, she was closer to a cow girl than a normal human.

“You know me so well.” Verdi said, holding her new P cup breasts in his tentacles, milk almost audibly sloshing in them as he licked and sucked at her. Her now massive pink nipples were almost the size of a finger as Verdi squeezed her chest, a splash of milk squirting out from her as he relished in her soft moans.

“Besides Citrinas, you should be glad. This’ll be the last time I modify you for a while.” He added cheerily as a sudden burst of milk gushed from her chest, her body like a broken spout as she felt her clit-dick twitch. Last time?

“Eh?” She asked as Verdi sent another tentacle down, stabbing another needle into her waist as he hummed to himself, changing her further.

“See, these potions are specially made to be permanent. You’ll be living with this body for the foreseen future. Don’t worry, I’m tweaking you so you won’t have back pain.” He said, warmth filling her waist only to suddenly disappear as her lower body went numb. She heard a soft creaking inside of her as he continued to pump fluid into her, each drop altering her on a fundamental level. In most situations she’d be worried about her body making weird noises, but she knew that Verdi was oddly meticulous when it came to bodily transformations. In an entire city of people, he had a 100% satisfaction rate among everyone he modified with potions. She knew because she always saw him reading through reviews with a spare body. It was almost cute watching him read through reviews praising his work.

“What are you doing now?” She asked, more amused than concerned while looking at the needle in her waist. He’d usually injected her in the neck, breasts, or clit. Seeing him mess with her waist was a first, and she couldn’t help but be curious about his new interests.

“Well, you’ve always been on the petite side, so I thought I’d help even you out.” Verdi explained, a soft creaking accompanying his voice while Citrinas remained numbed below the waist. He sent a tentacle to Tris, coating it in her glowing breast milk before smearing her sister’s fluids onto her waist, illuminating her immediately. She gasped, watching her waist grow wider and wider with each ing second, her build going from top heavy to a perfect hour glass. She almost wanted to compliment Verdi for how well his alchemy had evolved. He was essentially on par with a life mage with how extensive he had changed her build.

“Fuck, Princess. You look ready for a litter!” Fenri shouted, suddenly noticing Citrinas’ improved body while continuing to use her kitsune fucktoy, her hands exploring every inch of the fox’s curves. She pressed her cheek against Tris affectionately, almost nuzzling her as she held Tris close, both knots throbbing outside the kitsune’s holes while she held the kitsune tightly. “But don’t you worry Foxy. I actually prefer my girls on the slimmer side. I’ll never stop using you as my little cock warmer.” She reassured, grabbing Tris by the waist and easily lifting her up, earning a yowl at the sudden movement, the outline of Fenri's cock in her belly disappearing in an instant. Grabbing the tentacle gagging her, Tris tore it out and coughed, spittle coating her face as she waved at Verdi desperately.

“Verdi! Give me the biggest rack and ass you can! VERDI!” Tris yipped, her body now a blur as Fenri used her like a fleshlight, each thrust distorting her belly as the bulge halted between her D cups. Since he could still ignore her commands, Verdi let the two lovers be as he returned his attention to Citrinas, the numbing agent wearing off as she reached down and stroked her waist, her soft skin alone enough to make his tentacles gush precum.

“I’m surprised. You’ve never been into waistlines.” Citrinas said as Verdi’s tentacles wrapped around her body, enjoying the curves she now had. He could sense her body from the vibrations alone, but he wanted to have a hands on test to make sure everything was fine. He wanted to be sure she had the perfect hourglass figure before he bred her.

“I’m not, but I wanted to be sure that you had the perfect body for motherhood.” Verdi said as Citrinas’ pussy quivered at his words, her stomach throbbing as she looked down at her own body. A massive chest, an equally large waist, if he just removed her clit-dick she'd be the perfect embodiment of fertility.

“Motherhood?” Citrinas asked, startled by the sudden ission, her womb crest throbbing as Verdi rubbed at her flat stomach, his tentacles tracing her new womb crest as he spoke.

“With a chest like this, you could feed dozens of kids and have leftovers for me. As for your waist, I made it wide enough to make giving birth a breeze.” Verdi said as a thin tentacle entered her pussy, thick slime coating it as she felt it rub every inch of her body before toying with her cervix. “And this one is to make you a bit stretchier. You'll barely feel a thing when you're giving birth.” Verdi chimed in happily, finishing off the last of her changes as he let his tentacles slither around her body, feeling her up as she grinded against him. Feeling her new body with her hands, Citrinas explored every nook and crevice, even fingering herself to test out her improved pussy. She could see he was right, every inch of her body was built for breeding, and she wanted, no, needed to test it out. But first, she needed to add a few more additions.

“Can you give me plumper lips, a fatter tongue, and make it so my mouth makes more, slimier saliva?” She asked, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, letting Verdi snake a tentacle around it in a mock kiss before injecting her tongue. She could feel warmth flowing through her mouth as her tongue and lips swelled up, her mouth growing moist as she gently sucked on his tentacle, her wider tongue covering far more area before it slid out of her mouth with a pop. It was nowhere near as long as Fenri’s but the thickness gave a unique texture.

“Okay, here you go. Bit of an odd ask though. Not sure how this will help you give birth.” Verdi said as Citrinas licked the inside of her mouth to get better acquainted with her new tongue. After letting spittle build in her mouth, she opened wide and stuck her tongue out, letting him poke and prod at it, her saliva drenching several tentacles with ease.

“So what’s with the new mouth?” Verdi asked, letting several thin tentacles trace her lips and tongue, the sensation akin to a kiss as Citrinas let him probe and toy with her mouth. She gently sucked on the tentacles, letting her tongue roll against his tendrils as her newly improved lips were wrapped around his tendrils. After a few seconds, Verdi slowly and reluctantly emerged from her mouth, thick strands of spittle connecting him to her mouth as she licked her lips, breaking the strand as she stroked one of his tentacles with her hand.

“I when you had me judge a blowjob competition that the girls with the plumpest lips and fattest tongues felt the best. I want to be sure you have another hole to use while I’m pregnant.” Citrinas said, lowering her hands to her pussy and spreading her lips, thick strands of grool dribbling out of her hole as her massive clit-dick throbbed in front of her, the oversized shaft contrasting severely with her overly feminine body.

“Oh, you didn't have to do this.” Verdi said, overtaken with emotion as she kissed his tentacle.

“But I want to.” Citrinas rebutted as Fenri rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Ugh, cut the lovey dovey shit and get to fucking already!” She snapped angrily, still thrusting into Tris as she spoke.

“Shush from the peanut gallery! We were having a moment!” Verdi snapped back, forcing a tentacle down Fenri’s throat as she growled at him, the vibrations in her throat like a massage as he focused back on Citrinas, her naked body still suspended in the air by his tendrils. Rather than dawdle, she had been quick to act, grabbing a tentacle as thick as her arm and pressing it between her bountiful chest. As soon as she squeezed her breasts together, milk overflowed from the two tendrils still latched onto her nipples, her production exceeding what he could drink. Opening her mouth, she sucked on the tip of his tentacle, her soft lips like pillows as he felt her new tongue lather him with saliva.

Not to be outdone, he sent half a dozen tentacles the thickness of a finger towards her, the bumpy surfaces teasing her pussy as he penetrated her, the relatively small size mere foreplay as he poked and prodded her weakest points. He could feel how much wetter she was with each movement, the way she tightened and relaxed with every touch. He could feel her body heating up with his every movement, her vaginal walls ten and relaxing as he gently stroked her insides. Feeling her body grow more slack in his grasp, he sent 4 more tentacles forward, gently pressing against her ass before forcing their way in with an erotic squelch.

“Mph…” Citrinas moaned, feeling the tiny tendrils enter her. As soon as he was inside of her, slime oozed from each tendril, the aphrodisiac laced fluid soaking into her as he continued to plunge deeper into her body. He could feel how tightly she gripped him, every inch of her ass swallowing him with ease as he felt his tentacles tingle as he entered her stomach. Lathering her stomach with more and more of his juices, he finished by spreading her urethra with two tentacles, the tight hole almost drawing him in as he readied a special tentacle for the final hole.

Unlike the other tentacles that were flexible and almost form fitting, The last 6 inches of the tentacle was completely rigid and covered in fine bristles like a brush. Pressing it against Citrinas’ urethra, he let his precum gush out, using it as lube as he slowly stretched her around his length. A pained moan escaped Citrinas’ lips as the bristles brushed her insides, her hips gyrating as she felt a hint of pleasure within the sensation. Taking his time, he hilted all 6 inches of the tentacle in her, pausing to enjoy the tightness as he could feel her clench around him. It still remained her most inexperienced hole, barely able to fit a finger sized tentacle, but he was more than happy to train it. Pulling it back one millimeter at a time, he relished in her soft groans as she spasmed around him, each bristle digging into her as he felt her clench around him.

He continued to writhe and squirm inside of her, each tentacle like a tongue as her insides were lathered in precum. Before long, her white skin was flushed red as hearts filled her eyes, her switch completely flipped as Verdi slowly withdrew his tentacles, strands of saliva, precum, and femcum connecting them together as Citrinas swallowed, her hips spasming as she tried to catch her breath.

“So Citrinas, which would you like first?” Verdi asked, holding up a countless array of tentacles, each one a unique shape and size as they throbbed and oozed perversely. Licking a strand of precum off her lips, Citrinas reached forward and gently clasped one of his tentacles, stroking it to get a good feel for the shape and size. Even with her hand outstretched, she couldn’t fully wrap her fingers around the course, bumpy tendril. As she traced his tentacle with her fingers, she could feel the tiny feelers wrap around her fingers, her pussy throbbing at the thought of them exploring her insides.

“I want this one.” She said as Verdi let out a slight laugh, placing the massive tendril across her belly, a wet slap filling the air as he pressed himself between her breasts, precum spilling out as she looked down and gave his tendril a kiss. Having the massive thing pressed against her body reminded her just how massive he was, her bountiful chest still far from large enough to engulf his shaft.

“Do me a favor and lube me up.” Verdi said, letting the tentacle slide past her face as she peppered him with kisses and licks while pressing her breasts together. She could taste sweetness on her tongue as she continued licking him, her own breast milk coating his tentacle as she felt her thighs go damp from the mere thought of such a monstrosity entering her. His tentacle glistened, her spittle and milk coating him like oil as he pulled back, the fat head spreading her lips as the tapered tip slid into her. She let out a soft, unladylike grunt as she felt him plunge deeper, her lips stretching out as his feelers teased her most sensitive spots. 5 of his feelers reached forward like fingers, grabbing the tight ring of her cervix and spreading it outwards.

“With your new waist, we could have gotten a bigger tentacle.” Verdi said, relishing in the thought of training Citrinas to take larger insertions as his tentacle entered her womb, her cervix latching onto his tentacle as her belly distorted around him. He could feel her entire body clench around him, his feelers playing with her most intimate place while Citrinas’ tongue lolled out, her pussy drenching his tentacle with fresh fem-cum. He gave her a moment to acclimate to the size, letting her serve as cock warmer while he prepared another tentacle. He couldn’t help but think about how tight she was when they first met, how she could barely handle a normal sized tentacle cock. A thought entered his mind as he searched his massive body for the organ he had in mind.

“Aw, look Citrinas! this? It’s the first one I ever put in you!” Verdi said, holding up a tentacle several inches thick devoid of any bumps, barbs, or knots. It was a plain tentacle with a mushroom head identical to a human’s cock. For almost any other girl it would have remained a perverse organ with its wriggling movement, but to Citrinas it was something meant for foreplay. As he held the tentacle up, Citrinas frowned and stared at the shaft, confused as she raised an eyebrow.

“Wasn’t it bigger?” She asked, ing how tight he felt on their first tryst. She felt ready to split open when he entered her, and he had to truly bash her cervix to enter her womb. How could this stretch her wide open?

“Damn. Never thought a day would come when you say I’m not big enough for you.” Verdi said, spreading her urethra open as he pressed the tentacle against the still tight hole. “But don’t worry, it’s still plenty big for this hole.” He said cheerily, her urethra resisting the penetration as he pressed forward.

“W-wait, it’s still too big for that hole! Use a smaller one!” Citrinas begged, feeling him pull her legs down while thrusting upwards. Rather than listen, Verdi pressed onwards, feeling her body give in as she stretched around him, the smooth tentacle plunging deep inside her bladder as Citrinas let out a groan, a familiar pain of stretching ravaging her body as she took in the oversized intruder.

“See? I told you that you could fit.” Verdi said happily, Citrinas’ urethra spasming around him in a vain attempt at forcing him out. Despite the pain, Verdi could actually see her clit-dick growing harder from his abuse, the tip of her shaft spewing the precum his other tentacles were spewing into her womb. As much as she wanted to deny it, he knew she was a masochist.

“Ugh… Do you have to use every hole I have?” Citrinas complained, fighting the urge to moan as Verdi toyed with her clit-dick with a series of feelers, her body fighting the urge to climax from such foreplay. Precum continued to gush forth from her, the precum in her womb making its way out of her as a devilish thought struck Verdi.

“No, but I should! Thanks for the idea!” Verdi said, his tentacles creeping to the tip of Citrinas’ clit dick. Reaching the precum dripping tip, he spread her clit-dick open, giving him a direct line to her womb as she yelped, realizing what he intended for her.

“Wait. Verdi, don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing!” Citrinas exclaimed in a panic, realizing Verdi could still find new holes to violate in her.

“You said I could have as much fun as I want, and there’s a new hole I’ve never tried before.” Verdi said, two tentacles spreading her clit-dick’s slit open as he held up a tiny tentacle studded with grape sized beads down its length, giving it the appearance of anal beads. Holding her open, he ignored her struggling as he forced the first bead into her, the thick bulge completely halting her from letting a single drop of precum leak out. Before long, her clit-dick bulged obscenely, pressure building up inside of her as Verdi slowly fed another bead into her, forcing the bulge deeper into her as Citrinas felt an agonizing new pleasurable hell.

“Take it out! I’m going to break!” Citrinas exclaimed, feeling entirely alien sensations within her every hole was toyed with. 1, 2, 3, 4, Verdi ignored her words as he forced his length into her, denying her the slightest release as he teased her further, stroking her with one of his tentacles. He let the feelers on them dance across her shaft, the sensation akin to a dozen tongues as Citrinas whimpered and begged him for release, her oncoming climax entirely denied with his tentacle clogging her. Just as he reached the base of her clit-dick, Verdi began pulling himself out of her, the massive beads leaving with an audible pop. A perverse squelching could be heard as he

“Isn’t this fun?” Verdi asked, his words accompanied by squelching, thrusting, and moaning from Citrinas. She looked like she wanted to speak, yet the second she opened her mouth, an eager tentacle lunged into her throat, her throat bulging obscenely as he made a beeline for her stomach. Spittle dribbled down her chin as she used her new mouth on him, her new tongue lathering him up as she felt him exploring her guts. She sucked intently on him, her throat ten and relaxing while she moaned, the vibrations causing him to writhe inside of her. Before long, she felt her ass open up as his tentacle emerged from her, her entire body now completely filled with tentacle cock.

Now fully packing her with cock, Verdi gave himself a moment to gather himself, Citrinas’ body an endless fountain of pleasure. Her cervix and vaginal lips were constantly twitching and sucking him in while her womb instinctively pushed him, her body almost forcing his body to thrust on its own. Her urethra was stretched around his tentacle, slowly growing accustomed to the size of his current tentacle. After he finished he’d go up a size and continue to train her. Her new, thicker tongue lapped at him like a dog, her eagerness making up for her lack of skill. Her milky chest served as an endless bounty as he drank from her, the taste of her like a drug. Despite how perverse her body had become, how her belly was a canvas of writhing limbs, and how rough he was, she loved every second of the treatment. She was truly a mindbroken seedbed.

After enjoying himself, he let loose as his tentacles ravaged her body, a shrill cry of bliss escaping her lips as juices sprayed out in every direction, his thrusts growing more frenzied as he let his body’s instincts take over. He focused on her womb, relishing in the tight age while he still could. Soon, it would be packed with his children and remain full of his children for the rest of her life. As if reminding him of their presence, he felt Fenri’s pussy clench and relax, a telltale sign her climax was approaching as he felt her knots swell in size, his tentacles and both of her dog dicks still sharing Tris’ pussy and ass. He could feel her gush and spasm shortly afterwards as she shoved both knots into Tris, the orange sized bulges stretching Tris open as Fenri locked herself to her furry lover.

“Mph!” Tris yelped, her mouth still filled with a tentacle as warmth filled her womb and ass, Fenri’s clit-dicks filling her with milk instead of semen. The red peckers sprayed and spasmed without letting a single drop escape, Tris’ pussy and ass built for knots as she watched her belly swell outwards in pseudo pregnancy, Fenri’s new shafts almost as productive as Verdi. As her womb swelled outwards, Verdi felt his own tentacles throb almost angrily next to Fenri’s. He could feel an urge grow inside him as he let his tentacles rub around Tris and Fenri’s wombs, his imagination growing wild as he imagined training them like Citrinas.

The three of them sporting chests larger than their heads and spraying milk with the slightest touch, their faces contorted in pleasure as he ravaged their holes. All three of their bellies swollen with children, begging him for more as they relished in their new lives as seedbeds. The thought of having them on their knees suckling his cocks in his human form, begging for more seed. He heard a whine as the hellhound trio were borderline insensate, his tentacles gaining an interest in their pussies as he felt each of them wrapped around his cocks.

It was a unique sensation, the texture of their pussies all identical, yet the sizes and temperatures completely different. He could imagine seeing them birthing triplets of their own, each hellhound happily submitting to him as they too ed in the growing ranks of seedbeds. He imagined it, all six of them happily spending their lives as his plaything. They’d never spend a moment not full of tentacles and they’d have a new sensation everyday, his massive body having countless new tendrils for them to play with. Losing what little control he had over his body, he could feel cum rushing down his tentacles, each of them growing a full inch thicker as his sperm made a beeline for his seedbeds.

“I’m cumming.” Verdi grunted, dozens of tentacles spraying out, all six of their wombs inflating in size as he let his seed flood their insides. He could see their bellies swell, entering the first trimester of pregnancy in size then to their second trimester with the second cumshot. By the third they looked ready to give birth, their bodies eagerly stretching out to accommodate his load. Audible splashing could be heard as the tentacle going through Citrinas’ mouth and out her ass ejaculated, his load painting the ground in an endless sea of seed.

At the same time, he could see the strangest thing happen as he came inside of Fenri and Tris’ asses, the tips aimed directly at their stomachs. No matter how much he came, their stomachs easily digested his seed, as though he were pouring water into a sponge. Before he could ask them where his semen was going, he felt pressure as the tentacles in their chests were forced out, milk violently gushing out of their nipples as he immediately latched onto their chests with suction tentacles, refusing to waste a single drop of their liquid bounty.

For a moment, Verdi was almost overwhelmed with sensation as he realized he couldn’t stop cumming in their asses, his tentacles endlessly spasming in Fenri and Tris while the two girls clenched around him in their own orgasms. The more he came into their asses, the more milk they produced as they absorbed his seed, his aphrodisiac laced semen entering their bodies and prolonging their climaxes. The more he drank, the hornier he became, delaying the end of his own climax. As if possessed, he let the tentacle that had snaked through Citrinas circle around, making a U outside of her and forcing its way back into her ass, the still climaxing tentacle gushing into Citrinas as her chest swelled with fresh milk, her body almost hot to the touch with his aphrodisiac in her. He could swear he could actually hear their minds breaking in real time, their eyes pure hearts as they could only whimper and moan.

His rational mind told him to pull out, yet his instincts as a male demanded he continue, his body continuing to thrust into them with reckless abandon. Their tits swayed about spraying milk, his hungry tentacles latched onto them while their cumflated wombs were constantly distorted and spraying semen with every thrust from his tentacles. Their tight urethras were clenched around him, the tight holes just barely handling him while they sucked and licked at his tendrils, all three of their throats working to coax more of his seed into their stomachs.

Hours ed by, his tendrils never idle as he continued using all 6 beauties to his whims. The protests, complaints, or comments that they gave at the beginning of their tryst was gone, their minds now completely overwritten with pleasure. They’d likely recover after a good night’s sleep, but for now, he decided he liked having them as his fucktoys, full of cum, and begging for more. He came close to using his Blessing and fixing his sterility, but he held strong. He’d marry Citrinas, and he’d be a loyal, loving husband who didn’t sleep around.

Even if he’d miss feeling Fenri’s mouth on his cocks.

And feeling his knots swell inside of Tris’ pussy.

And Eris’ sweltering hot pussy.

He decided that this was a later problem, and to just enjoy the moment.