Revenge of the Sinking

Zhao Tao looked at himself, a wave of confusion washing over him. What were these tentacles on his body? They were covered in fuzzy little brushes. With a thought, he found he could control them quite nimbly. When they contracted, they secreted a sticky fluid, which looked rather lewd. But where were his hands? Where were his feet? How could he possibly face people or go to work like this! Zhao Tao wailed, though not entirely out of fear, as he had been able to see strange things since childhood. The first time he encountered peculiar tentacles was when Zhao Tao was six years old, seemingly in a park. He approached the tentacle with curiosity. Strangely, he felt only a sense of familiarity, no fear. The tentacle slowly wrapped around Zhao Tao's small arm, playing with him. After a while, however, the tentacle died and turned into black ash. Since then, Zhao Tao often saw a furry man with ears and a tail reading a newspaper, and a three-eyed person drinking coffee. Of course, he had seen a few more tentacles after that. Magically, no one else seemed to notice them. Zhao Tao was clever enough; after being mistaken for mentally ill once or twice, he never revealed what he saw again. As a native of the city, Zhao Tao, like other children from well-off families, followed the prescribed path: studying, attending university, earning a master's degree, and becoming a moderately successful wedding planner. His parents paid the down payment for a house, and he had a car worth over a hundred thousand yuan. He was a small member of the middle class. In 2008, Zhao Tao, at 18, stumbled upon a peculiar section on a yellow website called "Rope Art" (绳艺). From then on, he was irrecoverably drawn down the path of BDSM. Over twelve years of dabbling, he had had seven or eight submissives, and countless casual encounters. Just as he was returning home to rest after finishing a project, he saw another tentacle on the street, larger and more robust than any he had seen before. Tentacles shaped like whips, brushes, penises, and suction cups appeared as if they were solid, their twisted muscles looking strong and powerful. After looking at the tentacle for a moment, Zhao Tao suddenly felt a warmth, a sense of familiarity, and then the tentacle slowly faded and disappeared. The next morning, Zhao Tao discovered his abnormality – he had become the tentacle he had seen yesterday. He violently flicked his right hand, now a tentacle, and felt a sharp pain. The sensation was no different from his original touch. He walked to the bathroom to examine his new body closely. His hands and feet had become tentacles. His left hand was somewhat flattened, covered in fine brushes. Mentally controlling the brushes, he could also secrete some strange, viscous fluid. His right hand was a tentacle whip, though not particularly strong; a hard flick had little power. His feet were both suction cups, their adhesion controllable, capable of sticking to walls at their strongest. However, Zhao Tao's waist and abdomen lacked the strength to support him walking upright. His penis, located below his waist, was the most peculiar. It had turned the color of the tentacles, its length and width unchanged. But he discovered a terrifying thing: he could freely control his penis, making it larger or smaller, even splitting it into several. "Damn it, can someone explain this to me!" Zhao Tao was utterly frustrated. Although tentacles could do many interesting things, he didn't have time for horniness right now. Mortgages, car loans, and getting married all cost money. He couldn't possibly go out to work in this state! "This is your true form," a voice, ancient and somewhat sharp yet hollow, echoed in Zhao Tao's mind at that moment. "What?" Zhao Tao forced himself to calm down. Being able to remain calm in the face of adversity was indeed his greatest strength. The ancient voice continued, "Let me explain about us."

Zhao Tao's mood wasn't so cheerful anymore. "Playful, aren't we? Playful indeed." Controlling the tentacles, he separated a thin one and carefully inserted it into Zhao Xiao's tightly sealed anus. Because it was so thin, Xiao Xiao's sensitive rear didn't feel a thing. Zhao Tao let out a sinister chuckle and began to spray the vinegar he had stored earlier. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!! Ahhh, no, no, I can't, Master, I was wrong! Ahh!! You knew that, didn't you? I'm just... *sob sob sob* I'm just a loose-lipped wench, Master. This slave wants to expel it, I'll never dare again, never again!" Zhao Tao ignored her pleas, controlling the small tentacle to expel approximately 700ml of vinegar. Then, he used its pointed tip to continuously prod the modified granules within the intestines. Xiao Xiao was on the verge of madness. She knew there would be trouble when she underwent the modification. The intense urge to expel from her lower body, coupled with constant itching and pleasure, was driving the already unsatisfied Xiao Xiao to the brink of collapse. She was unable to reach a true climax, yet the constant stimulation began to invade her very soul. The last vestiges of her composure began to crumble. "Ahhh~ Master, hurry... Ah, don't last so long at this moment! This slutty dog Ling'er is about to climax! Ahhh, Master, fuck me hard! I am the sinner who killed your father! Ah~ I want to give Master a daughter! Ahhh~ And... and be your slave again, okay?" Zhao Tao concentrated, listening to Ling Ling's seductive moans. Finally, he ejaculated all his semen into her, along with all his starlight. "Hooah~ I shot so much. Starlight, is this enough? It's about enough as a catalyst. But right now, I can only forcefully use about one-tenth of my peak. Master, you must protect me well."