General RP The Occultist Club's Stud (Crow)

As her tits got heavier, she felt her body changing. Her hips broading a bit, her ass feeling heavier too. The needles in her belly were even changing her reproductive organs but...she'd figure that out later. Once it was finished with her, Pluck pulled it's injectors away, though her body could feel everything so much more intensely now, like it had been edging her all day long. It's hold on her legs forced them to part further. "Now human. This experience, it involves this, correct?" It rumbled as she saw a large pale tentacle slide out in front of her. "I've sampled your brain and your flesh, you human organ use...this?"

The tentacle morphed and spread itself open, a cock like tip slurping out of it, oozing precum and letting off all kinds of pheromones and other signals to scramble the human mind into arousal.
 
Pluck seemed to pulse in her body, sensing psychic ripples inti her mind as it's mimicking cock pushed inside her, yehumpung inti her womb, digging into it easily and rubbing inti the back of it, another tentacle shifted out of the darkness, ribbed and textured with knot like structures , it attached itself to her clit, flexing and sucking in the bud, the hard textured knots rubbing and bumping against it, tickling and working on it. "Hmmm humanoid orifices are soft and warm, but make a satisfying sensation on this new organ. I must see what the others do." It said thoughtfully as Gwen felt her new explorer lifted her body, her vision noticing small yet flexible tentacles dash our and grab on her ass, parting her new cheeks as another hole destroying tentacle formed out in the darkness.
 
Wens eyes would widen as she sees the way too bick cock form. She didn't know what all he did to her but she knew her human body could not fit that, not in her ass at least. She would start struggling despite rhe drug like hypnosis. Hwoveet this struggle would just cause her to wriggle her way down onto his second cock, moaning out loud enough for anyone nearby to hear
 
As she cried out, Owen paused by the door...but he couldn't bring himself to touch the door to open it. His hand wanted to...infact he knew he wished it. But something in his mind was holding him at bay, the sense that something inside was...wrong and to see it with his own eyes would shred at something he couldn't describe in words. He leaned closer, resting his ear to the door. The muffled sounds clear to him. Her Seance....touched something and it was definitely touching back.

Pluck wriggled it's tentacles in her stretched asshole. Pumping it ruthlessly with inhuman force and speed, his tentacle mouth grabbing hold of her nipples tightly and pullin,, spinning in them and pressing on them. "Perhaps more shall may it better-" Pluck thought as mother tenctles slip forth, thankfully...somewhat smaller, less of a knee thick girth, and more like forearm width in comparison. The entity thrusting them toward to fill her mouth, her throat, digging two in at once.
 
Her hands were pushed full of tentacles, forced to stroke them while jer body was simply used, Pluck adding more and more to the party, hell it even started using her arm pits and her knee joints bending them just enough to rub in. But her body was getting only supercharged with more mana than ever. While the spiritualist was climaxing, she felt herself hit the floor, her back pressing on it as the entity was throbbing, it's psychic ripples getting more abd more intense in her mind, pressing its pleasure into her mind as it dug in and sge was forced to feel its climax on top of her own, liquid ectoplasm- mana? Starting to pump into her by the bucket full again and again. Staining her skin and covering her in the juice.
 
As she laid there..Pluck finished glazing her like a holiday ham in its essence, the entity hummed and sifted in the shadows. "This experience is interesting, I shall accept this as your offering." It said as it slithered its presence back from this mortal plane into the thinning veil. It seemed to be reyreating, quiet happy to simply leave her before she could even ask for its aid...ofcourse if she could even remember what she wanted to ask it by now.
 
As she called him...his phone runging he jumped and opened the door, blushing slightly. "Gwen- how did it- OH MY GOD-" he cried out as he stepped in and saw the mess akl over the floor. "How many ghosts di yooooooo- oh-....mu....mama-" he mumbled as his eyes fell on her enhanced body proportions.
 
"It's...uh so....uh...i..." He stammered to himself as he...barely could focus on her words. "Uh...how do I put this...you...um...might need...to get a new underwear supply." He said swallowing. He reached around in his bag fir the doll....pulling out a sticky, messy voodoo doll that for once wasn't his fault to see if it changed.
 

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