Tentacles Change a Man

"Junior Security Officer Luke Jones, beginning my sweep of the western wing," I muttered into my communications device embedded into the left breast of my jumpsuit as I opened the airlock leading away from the main hub. I knew everyone else on the space station were currently in their sleep pods, so it wasn't as if I expected a response. Our communications devices were recorded, however, and I felt it always made sense to verbalise my actions for the sake of covering my arse if the recordings were ever reviewed in event of an untoward incident. A friend of mine who'd worked in maintenance on the Orion XV had once been accused of sabotaging the oxygen filter but had been saved thanks to his communications device. I'd always thought him to be a bit of an irritating chatterbox, but thanks to his non-stop wittering being recorded it was used as proof that there was no way he could have snuck into the main control unit without anyone hearing him. I was considerably less vocal, but still tried to keep the good habit of signposting my actions.

Despite the skin-tight, full-body light grey jumpsuits we wore that were supposed to regulate heat, I always felt the cold on night shifts. It must have been something psychosomatic, as deep in space it wasn't as if there was a strict day/night cycle to rely on for warmth. I took another step, my foot taking longer to reach the metal grating on the floor this time as I recognised the artificial gravity being temperamental. We were on a deep space research vessel, the Koh-i-Noor IV, and our current flightpath was taking us via the Jacinta nebula. I suspected the cosmic dust was interfering with our systems somewhat, as this was the third time this week there'd been an issue with gravity and the umpteenth time one of our systems had gone on the fritz a bit. Thankfully none of the main systems had played up, shielded as the main hub was with Alartonic plating - but the unreliability of our systems had made our workload more intensive lately. People had been tired and irritable, and a bit sloppier with protocols as a result. I knew I hadn't done all the light coil checks I should have done on the eastern wing of the ship, but who really cared? If there was a light outage someone else would notice - it didn't have to be a night shift job in my opinion.

I passed by the cargo hold, checking all the crates were properly secured with magna clamps before moving on. As I stepped towards the science laboratory I lurched forwards, the gravity playing up more severely this time as I felt myself launched into the air briefly before coming clattering back down onto the floor. I thanked my lucky stars that had happened in the empty corridor instead of the cargo hold - and that all the crates were properly secured. If not, I could have been looking a lot flatter round about now. That wasn't to say everything was alright, though - behind the pressurised security door that led into the science lab I had heard the sound of glass shattering - presumably from some inadequately secured test tubes or equipment being smashed onto the floor. I retrieved a suction device from behind one of the corridor panels to help tidy up any loose glass that might be floating around and keyed in the code to the door.

The door whooshed open in front of me and I wandered inside, cursing as I realised the ceiling lights were all out in the lab - the only lighting coming from glowing liquids in jars and flashing lights on scientific devices. Whose job was it to check the light coils were properly serviced? I cursed internally, before remembering that should have been my job these past few nights. I tapped the built-in torch on the right shoulder pad of my jumpsuit which helped illuminate my surroundings a bit better, but the lab was still pretty dark - even more so when the pressurised door slid shut behind me. I reached back to touch the console and open the door up again, planning on locking it open so I could get a bit more light in here, but the console simply fizzled under my touch. I tapped it again, inputting the access codes, but the screen simply buzzed, the electronic display juddering before dying completely. Great, another system playing up - just at the right time, I sighed to myself. Thankfully there was another way out of the laboratory, but I'd have to make my way through the dark to the far side of the room and with such low light I was concerned I'd bump into something or step on broken glass.

Looking around I struggled to locate any shards of glass lying around - but I was convinced I'd definitely heard something shatter. I turned this way and that, angling my torch around to find anything that looked broken, which is when I finally saw it - one of the storage containers secured to a desk had broken. The glass panel on the side was shattered in the middle, glittering shards of glass scattered underneath and a thick, slimy liquid dripping out of the hole and onto the floor. I quickly stepped back and shone my torch around, trying to see if anything had fallen out of the container that I might step on - or worse. I wasn't much of a scientist, but I knew some of the team liked to collect live specimens and the last thing I wanted was to be tangling with some strange lifeform in a locked science lab with most of the lights dead.

I turned around and nearly jumped with fright as I caught sight of something moving - but it was only my reflection in another glass contained. I rolled my eyes and groaned, panting deeply and realising how fast my heart was pounding. This was stupid, I sighed to myself, taking stock of myself in my reflection. I mean, I had valid reason to be concerned about a live specimen being out and about - it wasn't as if I was the biggest or strongest of the security team - far from it. 5'6", with a slim build only made more obvious by the skin-tight jumpsuits we had to wear. I hated how it hugged my body, making my hips and butt seem more noticeable. I already got teased by the guys for my shoulder-length shaggy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and delicate facial features without being told I had "a girl's butt" too. If they ever found out about my below average penis I might as well request transfer to another galaxy...

There was a clatter behind me that snapped me to my senses and made me spin around, my blood running ice cold. I quickly scanned the thin light from my torch backwards and forwards, desperately trying to locate the source of the sound whilst edging back towards the wall. I had to reach the far door - but unfortunately the source of the noise was directly between me and it. If I could reach the wall then I could edge along it until I reached the far side - but I felt my back bump into another table, flasks rattling on it as I stepped into it, and froze in case I'd drawn the attention of whoever - or whatever - was in the lab with me.

I listened intently, struggling to hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, and squinted as I thought I heard a faint squelching noise. Trying to pinpoint the noise was fruitless, however - the room was too large; too echoey for me to find it. It was getting louder, though, there was no mistaking that. I continued trying to back towards the wall behind me but tripped over a cable and landed flat on my back against the metal grating of the floor with a deafening clang.

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, scrabbling to get back to my feet. I froze, however, as I finally spotted the source of the noise from my new vantage point on the floor. Squelching its way towards me from under a table was a light brown fleshy blob that looked a bit like a large water balloon made out of chocolate. It glistened in the dim light, leaving a sticky trail behind it as it slowly oozed its way over towards me, moving a bit like a slug - its body contracting and relaxing as it inched ever closer. It didn't look threatening in the slightest - almost cute in a way - but I had no idea what it was and wasn't stupid enough to lower my guard based on its appearance alone. For all I knew it could have been made of a toxic substance that would melt my bones if I let it touch me - this wasn't my first deep space mission, after all.

The creature pulsed its way across the floor towards me, getting steadily closer with each passing second. It wasn't fast, though - if push came to shove I could probably outrun it. I didn't want to stay laid on my back on the floor, but I also didn't want to make any quick movements. The creature had no obvious ears, eyes or sensory appendages, so I had no idea how it detected its environment. I assumed because it was coming towards me it could hear or use echolocation, so began to move quietly in the hopes it wouldn't see me trying to get away. This plan was foiled, however, when I tried to push myself up onto my feet and a thin, fleshy tentacle shot out from the amorphous blob and wrapped itself tightly around my left ankle.

Gasping, I struggled and tried to break free but was horrified at the sheer strength the translucent brown tentacle was able to exert considering its relatively slender size. I cried out and tried to claw myself away as I saw the material of my jumpsuit begin to bubble and melt under its touch, dripping off my skin as it liquidised and ran down through the grating on the floor. I flinched and panicked, expecting my flesh to soon begin to burn as well, but the agony never came. To my horror, I watched as a second tentacle emerged from the creature - slower this time but no less avoidable - which began to probe my left foot curiously. Again, I saw the material of my boot ripple and melt off my body, followed by my sock, until my bare foot was exposed to the air of the laboratory. Clearly something in the body fluid of this creature reacted powerfully with the material used to produce our clothing - that, or it was doing it deliberately, which was a far more concerning thought.

I switched my focus back to trying to escape its clutches, pushing against the tentacle wrapped around my left ankle with my right foot, but all this achieved was melting my boot and sock off my right foot as well. I had clearly bothered the creature, though, as a third soft brown tentacle slithered out from inside it and wrapped around my right ankle, restraining me in place. This was quickly getting out of hand and I felt my breathing quicken. The free tentacle continued to probe, wiggling its way up my left leg and disintegrating my clothing as it went. I had thought the flesh of the creature only affected my clothing, but I realised with confusion and alarm that where it had touched my skin my body hair had also been removed. Reaching down to rub my exposed leg I gasped as I felt how soft and smooth my skin now was. This was getting very weird, and I needed to escape before anything else happened.

"Help! Requesting help in the science laboratory!" I screamed into my communication device hopelessly, tapping the left breast of my suit. "Something's got loose and it's-" I began, but I yelped as two more tentacles shot out from the creature and grabbed each of my wrists, lifting my hands up and away from my body so I was held spread-eagled on the floor. I gasped as it then lifted me into the air, suspending me in front of it helplessly. "Look, I don't know what you are or what you want but please, please let me go!" I begged, watching that same free tentacle roam about my body, melting away my spacesuit and body hair wherever it touched. It was a weird, warm feeling as it caressed by bare skin and I flinched as it finished on my legs and began moving upwards. Another tentacle sprouted, reaching under me and beginning to rub against my back. The two tentacles worked quickly and fastidiously, and before long I looked down to find myself completely naked and hairless from the neck down.

My body looked so strange without any hair on it. Sure, I hadn't had lots beforehand and I'd never been able to grow any facial hair of consequence, but staring at my soft, smooth skin I realised how feminine my body actually looked. The loss of body hair certainly hadn't helped my penis or testicles look any more manly - or larger. In the cool air of the laboratory and the fear of this creature holding me my penis had, in fact, shrivelled up in fright.

"What now?!" I asked in fear, not knowing whether the creature could hear me or not. Even if it could, it didn't seem to care for my panic as it retracted one of the free tentacles back inside it. The remaining free tentacle appeared to be looking me up and down, before it began moving towards my crotch, almost as if it was tasting the air around it curiously. I tensed up, trying once again to pull myself away and finding the tentacles wrapped around my limbs preventing any movement whatsoever. "Please don't - please don't..." I whimpered as the tip of the tentacle prodded at my limp, terrified cock.

I watched in curious terror as the tip of the pulsing brown tentacle swelled and opened up like a flower bud, revealing a glistening pink interior with a puckered sphincter inside. A sharp intake of breath followed as the sphincter relaxed slightly and the tentacle moved forwards, sucking my penis up inside the warm, wet opening and wiggling down until I was fully inside it. It was tight but not unpleasantly so - much like I imagined the inside of a vagina to feel like. Having never had sex, this wasn't exactly what I'd imagined my first time to be like. The tentacle began to throb and pulse, the tissues inside squeezing and contracting in a steady, rhythmic manner. I panted and gasped with pleasure as I felt it bathe my penis in a liquid that seemed to work swiftly in stiffening it. Despite myself a moan escaped my lips as the creature allowed its tentacle to pleasure me, combining what I imagined the best bits of a handjob and blowjob were in delightfully terrifying synchrony.

Whilst I knew my earlier distress call wouldn't have reached the sleeping ears of the other crewmates, I dreaded the idea that someone might walk in any moment and see me suspended airborne by this tentacle creature as it pleasured my penis. I knew there was nothing more I could do - any and all attempts to escape from its clutches had proved fruitless - but my mind still raced and panicked as the attention on my penis ramped up. I moaned again, my mouth lolling open as the tentacle around my cock throbbed more, vibrating every inch of it whilst continuing to rub my length firmly.

"What... what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly, wondering why one of our scientists had decided to bring aboard such a perverted creature. Did they know what it was capable of? I thought to myself. Did I know? So far I knew it could strip someone naked and suck their cock, but was that everything it could do? What was the point of such a creature? My mind began to melt into hot slush as the marvellous thing continued its attentions on my penis, and I felt a droplet of drool fall from my mouth as I felt myself building to an orgasm. "Oh God..." I panted as I felt my hips begin to buck and writhe. "Oh God!" I squealed as I felt my hot cum squirt forth into the tentacle's... mouth? Pussy? Whatever...

In three short squirts I was done and the tentacle retracted, the flower-bud looking end closing up so it looked like it did originally. It continued to pulse - looking as if it was swallowing or digesting my cum - then reshaped itself into the flower-bud opening again and slid back onto my softening cock, looking small and vulnerable once more.

"Oh no, I don't think I can go again," I gasped as it bathed my penis in the same liquid as before and began sucking. My skin felt so sensitive I whimpered and struggled against it this time, my legs trembling under its relentless embrace. "No, I think I need a minute..." I begged breathlessly, my cock remained flaccid this time despite the tentacle repeating its actions. The tentacle withdrew once more, looking curiously at my cock as if confused why it wasn't getting the same results. Another tentacle emerged from the creature and the two circled around my genitals, investigating me like I was the weird alien here. "Look," I began, but this second tentacle morphed into a wider flower-bud opening and slurped up around my scrotum, massaging my testicles as the original tentacle adhered itself around my cock again. There was no denying the extreme pleasure I was receiving, but having just cum there was no way my cock was getting hard again so soon.

My mind was growing increasingly fuzzy and my eyelids grew heavy, moans escaping my lips as the creature continued in its attempts to pleasure me. I didn't notice a third tentacle slide forth from the main body of the creature and begin its ascent towards me until it was too late. This one appeared very similar to the others I'd seen, but the last foot or so of the brown tentacle appeared more swollen and hard, its tip very much like the flared head of a penis, bulging and throbbing.

"What are you-?" I began, but I spluttered as the tentacle lurched forwards and jammed itself between my lips, the thick tentacle stretching open my jaw and wiggling its way inside my mouth. I tried to speak, to close my mouth; to force the tentacle back out - but it only responded by squirting a thick, creamy fluid into my mouth and down my throat that made me choke and gag. I fought the urge to be sick as I felt the warm liquid reach my stomach, but as suddenly as it appeared the urge to choke faded away, as if my gag reflex had been numbed or paralysed. The tentacle wobbled contentedly inside my mouth, then my eyes widened and I forced out a muffled scream as it began to push further into my mouth, tickling my uvula and touching the back of my throat before withdrawing slightly. It repeated this motion over and over, and I whimpered and screamed helplessly, trying to flail my limbs in horror as I realised the tentacle was essentially fucking my mouth.

Despite myself my cock had grown rock hard again, and the creature took this as a positive sign to suck harder on my genitals and pump harder in and out of my throat. What had initially been a perversely pleasurable sexual assault by this alien bio-organism was now turning into something that felt far more invasive and unwanted, the movements of the tentacles moving in tandem with one another. My instinct to gag or choke was entirely suppressed by whatever liquid the tentacle had pumped inside me, but I still found myself making sucking and slurping noises involuntarily as the girthy brown phallic appendage pistoned in and out of my mouth. I debated biting down to express my displeasure but knew that was hardly likely to improve my situation - given how powerful this creature seemed the last thing I wanted to do was give it a reason to want to inflict pain on me. So it was that I submitted to its will, finding my tongue brushing against and licking the tip of the tentacle as it violated my mouth and throat.

They continued their intense assault on me, the lack of oxygen forcing me to breathe rapidly through my nose, my mind growing fuzzy - though I suspected part of the intoxicated feeling I was battling was caused by God knows whatever the liquid was that the creature had squirted down my throat. The sucking and fucking grew in speed and strength until I saw spots flashing before my eyes and I came once more, my penis spasming weakly as what little I had left in my testicles was pumped out of me. As if reflecting my own pleasure the tentacle in my mouth fired more ropes of thick, creamy fluid down my throat before withdrawing, making me pant and gasp as droplets of the liquid, mixed with my saliva, dribbled out the corner of my mouth.

The tentacles attached to my genitals also released their death grip on me as I let my head flop down in exhaustion. I didn't know if I was hallucinating or just imagining things, but my penis and testicles - whilst not particularly impressive to start with - looked even smaller than before. Surely that couldn't be right? I thought to myself through the haze of emotions and sensations, but I didn't have time to linger too long on my pondering before the tentacles advanced once again.

"No, please, I can't..." I mewled helplessly as the tentacles suctioned themselves around my penis and testicles again. My cock was numb and limp, held in the mouth of the tentacle as it threatened to suck my penis off my body with its repeated assaults, and try as I might to struggle against them it was hopeless to try and stop them. I watched as the creature sprouted two new tentacles, smaller this time, that slunk up my body and made me shiver where they rubbed. Their heads opened up into smaller yet identical versions of the flower-bud variety sucking on my penis and I only had a brief moment to think about where they were going before they danced closer and began to slurp on my nipples. I gasped and moaned as I felt tiny tendrils inside their mouths tickling me, licking and tickling my nipples tantalisingly in a way I'd never been touched before.

My penis was still limp and numb, though I was able to feel the tentacle try its old trick of bathing my shaft in its sweet smelling white liquid as it dribbled down my thighs. I sighed and groaned as the tentacle began to suck harder and harder on my soft, tingling cock, then gasped sharply as I felt the tentacles on my chest begin to soak my nipples in the same liquid as well. Only this time it didn't just feel like they were drizzling the liquid over the surface of my skin, and I found myself crying out in twisted agony as the sensation of the liquid being pumped into my nipples overwhelmed me. My eyes darted down to see my chest swelling symmetrically, a pair of breasts being coaxed forth by the tentacles inflating my body via my nipples. I started to scream out but the phallic-like tentacle that had been in my throat returned swiftly, using the freedom afforded by my open mouth to dive back inside and fuck my throat passionately once more.

The process repeated itself again until I found myself writhing in pleasure beyond exhaustion, my limp cock dry orgasming as I felt the tentacle deposit another load down my throat before sliding out again. Close to passing out I scanned down my body once more, horrified to see a pair of full, beautiful breasts on my body. My eyes looked down even further and this time I knew I wasn't imagining things - my testicles were all but gone and my penis was a tiny nub jutting out from my pelvis. What was this creature doing to me? When would it stop?! How had I let myself get into this situation?! I wept as I saw the tentacles return for more. One adhered to my shrinking cock and balls, pulsing and massaging as it pressed close to my skin. One each suckled at my new breasts, stimulating my nipples intoxicatingly, and the thick, firm phallic tentacle nestled back into my throat once again.

I had almost completely given up, my mind going blank and my eyes glazing over as the tentacles pleasured me again, but a signal shot up my spine and into my mind like a steel bolt as I felt two tentacles spread my thighs apart. "Nurghrh!" I protested through a mouth full of tentacle. "NRGSH!" I screamed as I felt another tentacle with a broad, thick tip begin to pulse against my quivering virgin arsehole. I tensed and spasmed as I felt it spraying between my legs with thick, lubricating fluid that made my arse feel warm and tingly. No, please no... I whimpered internally as I felt the head of the tentacle press against my opening, wiggling and wobbling as it worked its way inside me.

There was an intense burning and throbbing feeling as I felt the tentacle stretch me open and I'm sure I must have passed out briefly as the next thing I remember was feeling it sliding in and out of my anus slowly and deeply. I felt penetrated in every way possible as the tentacles spitroasted me whilst rubbing and sucking on every erogenous zone of my rapidly changing body. The thick tentacle in my mouth and the one in my arse pounded me at subtly different speeds, not letting me zone out as they used my holes thoroughly. The burning in my arse began to subside as it squirted fluid inside me - presumably the same thick, creamy liquid the creature was pumping down my throat - allowing it to slide deeper inside me, touching my insides and hitting against my prostate repeatedly. I dry orgasmed several times, my body a haze of prickly heat and fluttering electricity as my skin felt too hot for my body. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wept tears of shame and pleasure at once, my new breasts jiggling as the tentacle in my arse bounced me up and down.

I couldn't believe the situation I'd found myself in - I mean, I'd always known travelling in deep space would carry risks but I always thought I'd get a cool story out of it, or an awesome scar or cybernetic limb replacement. Instead I was getting feminised and fucked by a perverted alien tentacle creature that didn't seem to be tiring of its invasion of me in the slightest. Eventually, however, the creature seemed to have tired of its current way of violating me and I felt the tentacles retract. I looked down resignedly to see my shrinking genitals had completely vanished, leaving what looked like labia behind. There was an audible pop as the tentacle in my arse slid out, leaving me aching and feeling empty without it buried inside me; its juices trailing down my thighs.

"Please... what do you want from me?" I asked quietly, my throat raw from repeated fucking and sounded more soft and feminine too. "When will you stop?" I whimpered, the impassive blob that was the creature's body betraying no answer as the tentacles returned once more, affixing themselves to their targets or thrusting inside my holes like before - but with one key difference. Instead of a flower-bud tentacle sucking on my now non-existent cock, another long, thick, throbbing phallic tentacle rose between my legs. "Of course..." I sighed, before it hosed my new pussy with lubricating fluids squirted from the opening at its tip.

I felt fire and passion between my legs, my pussy aching and desperate in response to the aphrodisiac liquid coating it. This time I didn't even flinch as the tentacle spread my pussy lips apart, stretching my virgin femininity as it thrust its way inside me. I felt the tentacle fucking my arse rub against it inside me and I moaned and cried with hedonic joy from pleasures I could never have imagined. There was no way I could ever go back from this, I thought to myself as I was truly penetrated in every way possible this time. Even if I awoke to find all this had been a dream I knew I would be chasing this pleasure for the rest of my life. To be penetrated, stretched, used and abused... I craved it now. Whether that was also an effect of the creature's secretions - I didn't care. I wanted it. Wanted those tentacles inside me, filling me up. Pounding my holes. Shooting pleasure through every fibre of my being.

I passed out before it finished fucking me. The last thing I remembered was a synchronised blast of the creature's thick, creamy cum firing down my throat, up my arse and into my pussy as I orgasmed endlessly in its unwavering grip. It could have fucked me all night shift for as much as I remember, for when I awoke my holes were gaped and aching, the creature's fluids still leaking out of my naked, trembling form. It hadn't been a dream, that much was true. Sitting up I saw myself in the mirror - no longer Luke, but a female version of myself. Lucy, perhaps. Full breasts, curvy hips, tender pink pussy... and a full, swollen belly. Had it impregnated me? I gasped, my mouth dropping open. Was that what it wanted with me? It just needed to turn me into a more fitting host... I trailed off, turning this way and that as I examined my gravid abdomen.

I didn't even care any more. I was devoted to my creature. Whatever it willed, I would do. It must have rewritten my mind as well as my biology, but I didn't care. I was in love - and I was honoured to be the vessel for its offspring.

AFTER ACTION REPORT: THE FATE OF THE KOH-I-NOOR IV

All information relating to the deep space research vessel known as the Koh-i-Noor IV has been marked as highly classified. The historical text above is the last logged report from its data banks before we lost contact with it, apparently input by the Phallucians' first victim, Junior Security Officer Luke Jones - missing in action and presumed dead. His reasons for recording his account is unclear.

Following the loss of the rescue party sent from the Xanatos II during Operation Shine, any and all further attempts to locate or board the Koh-i-Noor IV have been marked as inadvisable. Any vessel found entering the quarantine zone around the Jacinta Nebula will be asked to leave and may be fired upon if they do not comply.

Contact with the tentacle creatures now referred to as Phallucians is highly dangerous and risks exposing the rest of the human population to further contamination.

The Galactic Federation thanks you for your compliance.