#mtf oc

The air was filled with moans and grunts of pleasure. Bodies writhed and liquids squelched. And beneath it all a constant low hum.

The sounds of this orgy had become the background music to your life. A chorus of worship to your god. Each person here had been converted into the new faith of pleasure and fertility. Not all who were part of the hum participated in the sacred orgy. Most took turns, rotating between exalted worship, resting, and other duties. A few cared for those not ripe enough to participate in the hum but would be later in life. There were those that continued a version of their past lives, working in stores and gas stations, waiting for travelers to arrive so they could be enlightened.

Then there was you. The centerpiece of the sacred orgy. Broodmother of the blessed tentacles. Avatar of your god.

You were never without pleasure. Rarely was there a moment that passed where you did not have some sort of stimulation. Whether that was feeling the warm glow of pleasure from an acolyte’s orgasm through the hum or being filled with cum to empower your god. The time of its rebirth was drawing near. You could feel the seeds of essence deep within your womb thrum with energy.

You needed a few more within the hum. A few more minds to strengthen the psionic resonance. These past weeks as your god’s avatar have taught you much. Not just about the pleasures it imparted but knowledge few others could know. Secrets of the mind and soul. Truths about reality and how to bend space to your will.

Heidi approached you and worshipfully stroked your gravid stomach pulsing with divine eldritch power. Leaning up she placed a loving kiss upon your lips which you returned. Both of you parted with a smile. Even after all of the others that had been brought into the hum with you, Heidi was the most special. As promised she was your high priestess, the one that tended to your needs the most.

“The ritual for our god’s birth will be upon us soon,” you told her, stroking her cheek gently.

“The site for the ritual has been finished. I had to stop the three workers from spoiling it before the right time.”

As the nexus of the hum you had felt the punishment though the details of why had been lost on you. “Yes, quite a tortuous edging you gave them.”

Heidi opened her mouth to respond but through the hum a mental alert was sent out. At the gas station. A van of four young adults was filling up. On their way for a camping trip in the national park. They were perfect.

Gabby browsed the little knickknacks for the little town of Holtcroft. They were mostly for the national park along with some average outdoorsy themed things. She picked up a little booklet on the attempt to repopulate the black bears and their importance to the ecosystem. Flipping through the pages she began to read about the endangered creatures.

Suddenly, hands grabbed her arms. Gabby screeched with surprise and jerked out of the person’s grip. She swung around to punch her attacker and heard laughing. A short man was laughing at her.

“Fuck you, Kylar,” Gabby swore, pushing his arm in anger.

“Sorry,” he replied, still chuckling. “But if you’re that easy to get you won’t survive campfire horror stories.”

“Please, jumpscares are way different from actual horror,” Gabby replied, sticking her nose up in the air. Kylar stuck out his tongue.

“Excuse me,” a deep authoritative voice interjected. Both Gabby and Kylar jumped in surprise. An older tall man with a thick but trim beard, wearing a warden’s uniform was looking between them. “Are you two with the van out front?”

Kylar and Gabby slid closer together defensively. Even with the new government it was hard for trans people to trust the authorities - especially older ones that might have participated in the persecution of their trans elders.

 “Yeah,” Kylar then replied, posturing just a bit. “What’s it to ya’?”

“I spoke to your friends outside. A tree collapsed on the road to the park. We’re getting it cleared but it is going to be a couple of hours before it is ready at least. There is a cafe just down the street if you want to settle in there and get some grub. I can let the owner know when everything is clear.”

The pair relaxed just a bit. “Alright, thanks, we’ll just finish up here.”

“You do that now,” he said before departing.

“Well that sucks,” Kylar pouted, “I wanted to get in a hike before nightfall, we probably won’t have time now.”

“We’re here for a week. There will be plenty of time to hike. Come on, let's go to that cafe. Support a local business and what not.”

Heading outside, they looked around for their other two friends, but they weren’t outside. Their van was parked a ways down by a building. “Jerks didn’t even wait for us,” Kylar complained.

“Well, you wanted a hike, it is just a seventy-some foot one.”

“Ha. Ha.”

The two set off down the street. They were still near the edge of town but were walking towards the small downtown. Entering the cafe they didn’t see their friends but noticed their stuff at a table with four waters. Sitting down at the table Gabby picked up the menu while Kylar texted his mom that they had arrived in town and would spend some time there before heading to the campsite.

A few minutes passed and their friends had yet to return. Kylar glanced at Gabby. “Do you think they’re making out in the bathroom?”

“Probably, those two lesbos were making gooey eyes at each other all trip. If Nevaeh hadn’t been driving they definitely would have been making out in the back seat.”

“As if we would have let them sit together. Bad enough we’re gonna have to deal with them in the tent next to ours. Even if I turn off my ears I’ll feel their vibrations.”

“Oh, I made sure Paula packed the gag for my sake,” Gabby joked. “Can’t help with the vibes though.”

“Well, are you going to check on them,” Kylar prompted as if that was his whole reason for starting the conversation.

Gabby shrugged. “They’ll be fine, it isn’t like there is anyone else here. Besides, I don't want to walk in on them again.”

Kylar shrugged, it wasn’t like he was going to go into the women’s restroom. 

Another few minutes passed and the waitress came by to ask if they wanted food. Gabby glanced at Kylar. “Alright, I’m gonna go see what’s up. Hopefully, Nevaeh isn’t sick after all that caffeine. Order an app or something so we can at least eat a bit.”

“Don’t fall in,” Kylar joked, glancing at the appetizers. “Yeah, some of the Captain Rodney’s Dip.”

As the waitress walked away Kylar turned off his hearing aids. He kept getting this strange humming sound. It must be getting some weird feedback from the pre-Incursion speakers in this place.

He glanced at his phone. The message to his mom was still trying to send. Shitty ass connection all the way up here in the mountains. Looking around the table he found a little trifold with the wifi. Logging in he browsed his phone a bit.

Only after ten minutes passed did he notice that Gabby hadn’t come back. Glancing up Kylar looked around. The waitress was nowhere to be seen either. With a loud sigh Kylar got up. There was no harm in poking his head in and shouting at them. Maybe they were doing makeup or something.

Following the signs for the restrooms he headed into the back of the cafe and down a hall. He blinked at the signage, a bear and deer. What the fuck were those supposed to mean? He supposed bears were more masculine but that was definitely a male deer with antlers. Also with how old this place was, wasn't there an old pre-Incursion saying that women always chose bears? Was it a reference?

“Whatever,” Kylar sighed. It wasn’t like there was anyone else here. Opening the deer door he froze at the sight before him.

Gabby was pinned against the sink by the waitress. Her back was bent oddly as if she had been trying to get away. Yet, Gabby’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her arms lovingly holding the waitress - not struggling. Not struggling, despite the fact that a massive black tentacle was traveling from the waitress mouth and down Gabby’s throat.

Kylar screamed in shock. Running forward he slammed into the waitress. She was forced away from his friend. The rest of the tentacle popped out of her mouth, hanging like an obscene tongue from Gabby’s lips. Kylar grabbed at the tentacle to pull it from her but the thick, viscous slime prevented his grip. 

It writhed and undulated like a worm inching its way down Gabby’s throat. Kylar watched in horror as Gabby’s body shook. At first he thought it was pain but as he continued to stare Gabby grabbed at her small breasts massaging them through clothes, as if masturbating to the tentacle’s movements. Even through his severely diminished hearing, Kylar could hear soft moans from her. The moment the tentacle disappeared Gabby seemed to cried out in ecstasy, her legs half giving out under her. 

Suddenly, a massive weight slammed into Kylar. He had been so horrified by what was happening to Gabby that he forgot about the waitress. She forced Kylar against the wall outside of the restroom. The waitress was not throwing punches or kicking but just holding him down. He saw her mouth open and nothing happened.

The waitress blinked and looked at him in confusion. She pressed further against him and opened her mouth again. This time Kylar could feel the faint vibrations from her throat. Steady and consistent like a hum. The waitress pressed closer again and now Kylar could see an undulating tentacle rising from her throat like a snake. The sight spurred him into action.

With a great shove he pushed the waitress away. Turning heel he ran. Demons. It had to be demons. This cafe was corrupted. 

It hurt to leave his friends behind but he knew there was nothing he could do for them now. He had to get to a safe area and call DOMA.

Out in the main cafe, Kylar saw a tow truck lining up in front of their van. It wasn’t like he had the keys but did it mean more than the cafe was compromised?

The truck stopped and the driver got out. He looked straight into the cafe and began heading towards the door. No. How had he known?

Kylar turned heel instantly and ran behind the counter. There had to be a back entrance right? In the kitchen for deliveries and trash? Darting through the swinging doors Kylar saw that it was empty. No cook? No - the cook had taken Neveah and Paula hadn’t they?

Bursting out the backdoor, Kylar saw he was in a small backlot right before the tree line. He ran behind the buildings towards downtown. His hearing aids were still turned off, unless it was a loud noise he wouldn’t be able to hear if anyone was following him and he didn’t dare distract himself or stop to turn his ears back on.

At least five passed before Kylar allowed himself to slow down. He had made several turns in his escape and was now in the center of town. Leaning against an alley wall he tried to get his bearings and catch his breath. A stitch had formed in his side, his heart pounding from adrenaline. 

There was movement at the end of the alley. Kylar ducked behind a big trashbin to hide. Peering down the alley he saw people walking around, all heading the same direction. Across the street he saw Gabby walking with the waitress in that same direction. He waited a few minutes in the alley watching people walk by. Where were they all going?

He checked his phone, the signal was a bit stronger but if he was going to contact DOMA he had to get a better signal and proof of what was going on to show how urgent it was. To be prepared he bought the DOMA Nimbus page up, ready to send a message when had proof of the corruption.

When people had stopped walking past Kylar slowly snuck down the alley. Poking his head around the corner he saw a small crowd of people filing into what appeared to be the local church. Waiting for them to enter Kylar snuck forward and ducked along the side away from the doors. There were large windows stretching up along the front and sides of the red brick building and Kylar peered inside. What he saw made him blanch. 

A mass of adults of all ages undressing. He could see that they were all heavily aroused. Where were Gabby and the others? 

Creeping along the edge of the building to the front he finally saw them at the base of a massive stone phallus. Navaeh and Paula were making out, gently caressing each other. Gabby approached, half naked, the other two stopped their love making and turned to her. They began to strip Gabby kissing and stroking her tenderly. 

Kylar felt a burst of jealousy at the sight. He may have had a slight crush on Gabby and seeing their friends touching what he wasn’t able to was maddening. But he had to concentrate on gathering evidence. Something big was obviously happening. 

Pressing against the window he watched looking for any signs of the corruption. Yet, despite being naked no one besides his three friends were doing anything. They just lined up circling the giant phallic rock, their mouths a jar just like that waitress’. Through the glass Kylar began to feel vibrations. A low steady throb of sound caused vibrations that permeated his skin through his hands and face pressed against the window.

Kylar’s eyes kept returning to his friends, to Gabby. He felt his nethers begin to swell and his skin grow hot. A flash of an image in his mind - him thrusting into Gabby, filling her hole with his cock. No, not his pre-bottom surgery t-dick but a big thick cock with a heavy set of balls. He would fill her up his seed and watch her belly swell with life.

The door swung open in welcome. Kylar’s feet had carried him to the entrance without him even realizing it as caught up in the fantasy as he was. His body kept moving forward even as his mind realized what was happening. With the last bit of his will and control he sent a message to DOMA. ‘Help corruption mind Connell’ 

His phone slid out of his hand as he walked down the length of the interior. The naked bodies made a path for him. The vibrations engulfed his body. Kylar’s mind shook with the strength of the vibration and through the thought clouding pressure he heard it. Not with his ears, with his mind. A hum.

Kylar stripped as he walked forward. Before he saw his friends in the midst of making out. They parted as he approached and they held out their arms in welcome.

It was time for your god to be born.

You felt as the final young adult fell into the hum. He had been a tricky one but before he turned off his ears he had synced just enough to with the hum that you had been able to guide him to the right location. Then when he felt the majesty of your god through the worship he had surrendered to the hum, just like everyone always did.

“Let us begin,” you told Heidi with a smile. She returned the smile and started the procession. 

The palanquin you sat upon was steady as four of the strongest people from town carried you behind the priestesses. Heidi had the lead and behind her were the other five chosen to serve you and your god directly. They were dressed in sheer red robes through which the marks of their devotion had been tattooed on to their flesh by the repeated touch of your god. Thick black marks, like tentacles wrapped around their arms, legs, and breasts. 

You were wrapped in a robe of pure white satin, your massive stomach barely covered as it pulsed with black divine energy. A shiver ran across your body and your pussy clenched. The precipice of the divine birth was upon you.

As the procession entered the ritual space the hum of your congregation embraced you. You felt their yearning and desire for pleasure and the excitement at the prospect of meeting their god in its true form at last.

The four newest converts were still making love in front of the altar. The first few days of being within the hum were always overwhelming causing new followers to endlessly seek pleasure unless stopped by you. There was no need to stop them. However, there was one final task before the ritual could come to its head.

The palanquin lowered before the four young adults caressing and grinding against one another. They paused as you stepped forward, overwhelmed by your presence. You reached out to the boy, he still needed a fragment of your god within him.

Pulling him into a kiss you allowed one of the many tentacles residing within your body to creep up your throat. He had seen what was going to happen with his friend and opened his mouth eagerly. The tentacle slid from your mouth and deep into his, coming to rest within his stomach where it would divide and multiply as he consumed the sexual essence of those around him, ready to spread.

Through the hum you felt his desires for his friend Gabby. His desire to impregnate her himself even though neither he nor she had the right genitals for that to happen. Luckily, through your god all fantasies were possible. What kind of fertility god would not be able to give its followers a blessing like that?

Lowering yourself to his crotch you saw his throbbing t-dick and the slick dripping down his thighs from his soon to be changed slit. You lapped at his t-dick sending him into spasms of pleasure before taking the swollen member into your mouth. It was so small compared to many of the dicks you had sucked before and it was strange not to have balls at your chin. That would soon be remedied. 

You felt the tentacles within your rising up, carrying with them the unhatched eggs that had been produced that morning. The first tentacle to arise latched onto Kylar’s t-dick fusing into his skin, connecting to blood vessels and nerves.

Opening your mouth wide the other tentacles began to squirm out and down. They slid into Kylar’s slit and deep within him. Their ends hung out attaching to the skin of his slit, fusing it together and forming a large heavy sack full of unhatched eggs. The tentacles deep within him would continue to produce eggs and slime to be delivered through his new ink black tentacle cock. A divine blessing for being the last mind needed to ensure the birth of your god.

With one last suck of his new massive tentacle cock you released him. Kylar fell back into his friends, his hands instantly going down to jerk his new member in wonder. His friends fawned over it. Gabby knelt between his legs and began to suck and lick at it worshipfully. 

“I used to have one, let me show you how to enjoy it,” she told him with a loving smile.

The smile on your face widened at the sight of the pure love and pleasure shared between the friends. It reminded you of you and Heidi. Speaking of…

Heidi helped you to ascend the last few steps to stand before the newly erected altar of cock rock. Leaning forward you place a reverent kiss upon the altar before lifting your arms to the side. Her hands slid over your arms and across your back before shedding your robe. You turned and officially presented your gravid stomach to your congregation. Black, pulsing stretch marks graced your stomach. Around your arms, legs, and across your back were the black images that manifested your god. Your tits had grown large and heavy with milk that leaked blessed black from your hardened nipples.

The unceasing hum of the crowd did not change but the wavering oscillations increased in frequency. Some in the crowd had begun to touch themselves ready to welcome their god with holy ecstasy. Others were waiting for the birth to begin.

A sudden contraction hit you. Painful but in the most pleasurable way. Your god was ready to be born.

“Now you all shall witness the birth of our god, Ch’thon. Divine essence of lust, fertility, and the earth!”

The tentacle markings across your skin rose. Strong tendrils of Ch’thon’s will wrapped around cock rock. They lifted you up and placed you on the carved ballsack, perfectly carved for your ass. You raised your arms up in supplication and they were pinned to the idol. Another perfectly painful contraction racked your body. 

Spreading your legs wide, the tentacles held them in place. Your congregation could see your gapping vagina through your swollen lips that dripped with pre-birth slime. An ecstatic scream tore from your throat as another intense contraction racked your body.

Inside of your womb you could feel your god writhing. The skin of your stomach bulged as the tentacles within you tried to escape. You knew they could have burst from your body in an instant but Ch’thon was a loving god. It would not sacrifice you like that. Saintly you that had saved it from starvation and carried it to such sweet bounty.

The priestesses surrounded you, stroking and massaging your body in an attempt to relax you. Heidi knelt between your legs and began to finger you. 

“Come, master, follow the pleasure,” she cooed as her whole hand worked its way into your slick hole.

Your contractions came regularly. The pain built up to the point that it started to override the pleasure. Tears leaked from your eyes as with one long hard push you felt it. The breach.

From your womb a single tentacle began to emerge. Heidi pulled her hand out of you as your god slowly slid out.

“I see it,” Heidi cried in awe. “It is so beautiful.”

You were stuck oscillating between the heights of pain and pleasure. From between your legs an opalescent black tentacle rose up. Around the room cries of orgasmic joy rang out as members of the congregation reached their peak. Through the hum, as connected as you all were, you felt their pleasure. It stopped the ping ponging sensations in your body and grounded you right where you needed to be. Blessed, ecstatic pleasure.

More and more of the tentacle slid out of your body as you came hard around your god’s form. The tentacle reached out touching Heidi’s cheek lovingly but knowing she had work to do in helping you would not distract her with its touch for long. Instead it found the new converts on the floor. 

Gabby’s ass was in the air as she sucked Kylar’s new tentacle cock. Both of her holes were displayed as she edged her friend. Kylar lapped at Paula’s pussy while she kissed and fingered Nevaeh. It went for the open holes.

With a single thrust the tentacle slid deep within Gabby’s asshole. It began to thrust in and out of her. Lifting her up, it placed her on top of Kylar’s tentacle cock. Slowly it lowered her slick canal down onto the blessed dick. Gabby cried out in pleasure at the double penetration. Kylar tore away from Paula’s pussy to look at Gabby riding him. The massive dick carved out space inside of Gabby shaping her to his tenta-cock. He was going to fill her up with his cum, the tiny eggs in his newly formed balls. It was all either of them had ever wanted.

The pleasure Gabby’s body was giving Ch’thon sent a ripple through the room. The congregation could no longer hold itself back. They fell upon each other feverishly, kissing and caressing, rubbing and grinding, thrusting and bouncing.

Another cry of pleasure left you as a new tentacle slid from your body. The first one was still in there attached to the core but the core didn’t have enough room to be freed with all the tentacles still inside. This new tentacle slid deep into Paula’s abandoned pussy. 

More and more tentacles began to slip from your womb. Each one found a pussy or ass to call home. Nevaeh, then the priestesses around you, and then spreading out to the front row of the congregation. Each one blessed Heidi with a stroke of promise but all left her alone to tend to you.

The mass of tentacles outside of your body already exceeded any estimates based on what you could fit. The size of your stomach had barely shrunk despite the twenty or so fifteen plus foot long tentacles coming from your pussy. 

Your mind lost itself in pleasure. Drifting on the haze of your god’s hum. Through the haze you felt your god reach out to you, just as it had when you first met. A vision. 

It was being born anew. From you its chosen saint and broodmother. A blessing would fall upon this land, rich fertility in the soil bringing new life to the plants. The animals would multiply and spread, even those thought lost. And you would be there as its caretaker, the one to spread its will. Beside you would be Heidi and the other chosen priestesses that would aid in its divine worship.

Time would pass and then the process would begin anew. It would put itself within you to rest and grow ripe with power once more. Again and again. Your body would not age, you would live as its incubator and its chosen saint until the final dreamer awoke. 

It was a beautiful prospect. One you wanted whole heartedly. Yes. Yes. You were already devoted to your master but now you knew you truly belonged to it. Ch’thon wanted to help the land, the forest, to bolster and preserve nature, to bring back the black bears! The two of you were one. It had touched and claimed your very soul.

Within you there was a massive pressure building. It was coming. Soon your god would be fully born. 

“I see the core,” Heidi called out excitedly.

With both of her hands she reached inside of you. Your chest was heaving with effort, your brow covered in sweat but you looked down at Heidi to watch this critical moment. As her hands connected with the core you saw her body freeze. She looked up at you, the sclera of her eyes turning a blessed black and her irises becoming a glowing white. Her mouth opened in a scream but all that came out was the hum.

With a great yank as you pushed, the core was freed from your body. Heidi fell back still holding the core as a multitude of tentacles poured from your womb. The tentacles sprang to life instantly pulling congregation members into its fold. The chorus of moans and cries crescendoed as the nexus of the hum, your god, embraced his followers.

The tentacle rising from your body retreated, leaving you to slump. You laid against the stone fertility monument exhausted. You wanted to check on Heidi but you were drained of energy. Still, your mind was alight with delight. Your purpose for now was complete, Ch’thon was born.

Before you a mass of tentacles rose, pulling Heidi from their depths. Her eyes were closed, her body limp, black ichor poured from her ears and nose. The tentacles placed her body in your lap. You could feel her shallow breathing against your skin. Ch’thon caressed yours and Heidi’s cheeks tenderly.

In your mind you felt another impression, a message from your god. Rest.

The orgy of Ch’thon’s followers continued well into the next day. You and Heidi had slept, curled up in Ch’thon’s tentacles against the stone altar. When you awoke Heidi spoke of the terrible wonders she saw upon touching Ch’thon’s core. 

Stars and space folded in upon itself. Searching for an anchor, for a home. Eons of endless pleasure. Whispered truths about the invisible difference between dreams and reality. A verdant land filled with fertile wildlife, a utopia. You smiled at it all. Her mind had been flooded with the information Ch’thon had told you over the past two months. It was no wonder she had passed out.

Her eyes were black and white, and her palms were stained a sacred black, but she was still Heidi. The Heidi who loved you. The Heidi who would serve Ch’thon for an eternity with you. A life partner in the truest sense.

Heidi placed a hand tenderly upon your stomach. There was a small sliver of Ch’thon’s core deep within you still. The part that bound you to it, granted you a fraction of it powers. An eternal egg that could give birth to it again if somehow anything bad happened.

But nothing would happen. There was nothing that could destroy your happiness.

Agent Green of the Center for Corruption Control sighed as she looked over the mess in the desecrated church. This whole town had been corrupted by a tentacle beast. It was disgusting.

The beast’s tentacles lay twitching on the ground, leaking their corruptive essence. This place was going to need multiple cleansing before there was the possibility that it wouldn’t corrupt people. It might just be better to permanently ward off the whole area.

Some approached behind her. Turning she saw her partner Agent Ban climbing the steps. “All of the victims from the church have been processed,” he told her with a sigh, “They’ll be off to the clerics for long-term purification. And the quarantine alert has been sent out.”

“I sense a but,” Green stated.

Ban sighed again. “But cameras show that there should be two more. Female park rangers. The victims won’t talk but we found their employment records. They had those marks like the priestesses.”

“The leaders you think?”

“Yeah, so it might have started out there in the park. We’ll have to expand our search zone.”

“Any record of where they might have gone?”

“No, but with those tattoos on them there is no way they could hide. Besides, we have the creature’s core. They might be corrupted but they’ll be desperate to reconnect with the core until they are purified.”

Green nodded. “Right. Well, I’m gonna check the wards on the core one more time. We don’t need any of that eldritch power escaping the seals and fucking with the driver.”

“Sounds good, I’m going to call my girl. Let her know I’m finally heading home.”

“Tell Alvarez I say hi,” Green told him as she headed off to the heavily guarded van.

The guards moved aside to let her open the back and check the seals. Everything looked good…wait. Green narrowed her eyes, staring at the pulsing black core. Was it just the light or…it looked like a grape sized piece had been carved out of it. 

The glass of its cage vibrated as if it was humming. Green shook her head. It was nothing.

Closing the van she slapped its side. “Alrighty, we’re good to go. Let’s get this demon to lock up!”

Finally able to get the third chapter out! You and Heidi are on the run, will there be a part 4? Maybe...we'll see, I have lots of other stories that I am definitely going to work on first.

RIP Kylar's tenta-dick you got it just before you lost it. But hey you saved everyone - the one weakness of sound based mind control is Deaf people...until the vibrations from the sound waves get you.

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