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Safety is for Suckers - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 06:54:22 +0000 UTC“Alright, let’s see what we can work with,” Siliva muttered to herself.
She rummaged through the extra pantry storage of the sea lab, her fingers shaking slightly in a mix of excitement and anxiety. With each shelf she swept past, she sorted high-calorie density rations from the semi-fresh supplies. Some military rations were in a case in the bottom of the pantry, in case of an emergency. She found a supply of protein powders, and even packets of seaweed gel.
The Reddit string she had come across had suggested that if she could ensure an adequate intake of calories and nutrients, then gene serums would have fuel to develop additional appendages rather than simply converting her existing mass. So calories, protein, organic matter—a delicate balance to ensure that the serum added to her rather than devouring her.
Silvia glanced down at what was left of her legs, the wet skin shimmered faintly under the harsh lights. The smooth swell of her thighs twisted into what could only be described as two tentacles; the soft, pliable flesh shifted color into a mottled reddish pink color past her waist. Her toes were gone and the only reminder that these two appendages used to be legs was the slight contours where her knees and ankles once were.
As she shifted her weight from one limb to another, a strange sensation welled up through her body. She felt her suckers snaking around all the way to the former arches of her feet. With each movement, they twitched and undulated, responding to her thoughts, her desires. Silvia could feel the delightful grip of their suction as they took hold of the floor, a pleasurable sensation that still sent shivers skimming down her spine.
She sat down and twisted her calf around. It responded with a fluidity that would have been impossible before. Surprisingly Silvia still could see her ankles, but they felt soft, like cartilage, as if there was no longer a rigid structure. The first dose had a deliberate and sensual affect on her, unraveling what had once been human. The second though…
Silvia darted a glance at the reflective surface of one of the lab’s gauges, catching sight of her eyes. Their alien horizontal pupils stared back, a stark reminder of the risks she was taking. But, she had come so far and was so close. u/horsegirls post was helpful if not a little too instagramy. But it was proof that even with her… setback… it was still possible to get the result she wanted. To be a real Scylla she needed to prepare better for this next dose.
“1130 hours depth check and monitor handoff,” a new voice on the radio squawked.
“Depth reading 500m, topside do you copy?” Silvia responded quickly. Just a few more moments and she wouldn't be tethered to this station monitor anymore and she could get ready for her next dose.
“Topside, this is Agena 1, begin transmission and handoff of nav data.” Silvia recognized Calvin’s voice coming over the radio.
Topside returned that data handoff was a success. Breaking protocol Silvia popped on the radio again. “Good luck and hurry back!”
Silvia hoped Calvin would reply but Dr. Reed's voice responded “Agena 1, copy”.
“Hmmph, well he's no fun,” she said to herself.
Silvia pulled herself back onto her…. feet? Without the rigidity of her bones to hold her up she felt her core and back muscles and hips take the load. She had always been a bit chubby but underneath the pouch of her belly she felt a new strength in her muscles. She flopped her legs forward, still determined not to crawl on the ground. She was learning to move her more tentacle legs but 20 some years of habit was hard to shake.
Silvia awkwardly slipped and slid along the hallway making her way to the confines of the med bay. As she worked over to the digital scale mounted against the bulkhead, she kept reminding herself of her purpose, to keep the surrealness of her situation at bay. Right now she was in between what she wanted to be and what she once was. Silvia placed her body firmly on the scale, feeling the cool surface beneath her suckers, curling the ends of her legs upwards to make sure her weight was correctly measured. The numbers flicked and whirred for a moment before settling.
“Hmmm, a little heavier than last time. I can work with that,” she said. Truthfully she didn't really know what to expect when it came to her new body’s features, nor how much she “should” weigh. What she did know was she was going to need an accurate weight to prepare enough serum for this next step.
One hundred eighty eight, Silvia jotted it down on a sticky note, the anticipation bubbling within her. Each pound needed to be counted precisely to convert the calculations for her dosage.
“Let’s see… let’s see…” she murmured, tapping her finger against the sleek-touch interface of the med bay terminal. She pulled up the dosing chart created for cephalopods. It was easy enough to convert it for her weight, given that a large octopus could weigh about 100 lbs. She just added in her weight from the scale into the formula and calculated how many cc’s would be appropriate for an octopus her size.
“Alright I think that's everything I need!” Silvia couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.
With a deep breath, Silvia struggled to the door, using her tentacles to balance and move. It was a strange and unbalanced sensation, bipedal movement on soft legs was difficult to begin with, but she was determined to get to the lab and finish the transformation.
When she finally reached the lab, Silvia's heart raced with anticipation, frustration and exhaustion. She had been working towards this moment for months in secret, and finally got the chance to try just yesterday. Then as if by fate the same time she found a compatible sample the rest of the team had to leave, and that scared her. It was all too easy. She already had a near miss with disaster.
She made her way over to the gene sequencer, one tentacle dragging along the floor behind her as she pushed forward with the other. With a deep breath, she pressed the large, gleaming power button on the sequencer. A series of lights blinked in sequence, and the machine whirred to life. "Come on, time to wake up!" she urged, as data began to scroll across the screen. Once the dialog screen popped up she reuploaded her gene program.
*****ANALYZED SAMPLE UPLOAD COMPLETE*****
***** SYNTHESIZE*****
***[EXECUTE]****[CANCEL]***
She looked around her scanning the room and listening for anything moving. Old habit from working on this without being able to tell anyone. Even though she knew she was alone it was hard to just ignore caution from being caught. Not that it mattered now. In a matter of minutes, the vial beneath the sequencer would begin to fill with a radiant blue serum. Silvia edited the output to produce enough serum for two shots. Then she pushed the execute button and watched the sequencer come to life.
The machine began its work, spitting out DNA sequences as she waited. "I could be fierce, I could be... desirable," she whispered, her breath quickening. The idea of being able to ensnare those around her, to dominate with a sultry smile. She could almost feel the weight of eight tentacles coiling around her, their soft suckers gliding over her skin. A shiver of arousal coursed through her own suckers, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as her vaginal walls squeezed in unison with them.
"Silvia, get a grip, not just yet" she reprimanded herself, but the images persisted. She imagined herself slithering through the depths of the ocean, drawing in those who dared to approach. The potential seductive power was intoxicating.
“Just a little longer…” Her heart thumped against her ribs, and every second felt like an eternity. When the machine finally emitted a triumphant beep, the vial stopped filling with a gentle gurgle. Her eyes widened as she leaned closer, marveling at the shimmering liquid.
She hesitated for a moment, a pang of fear rising, recalling the reddit posts of others before her in the pursuit of similar transformations. “What if it's all for nothing, what if it backfires?” she whispered. “Will I still be me?” Silvia shook off her concerns, sending a ripple across her skin and tentacles, she pushed those thoughts aside. “No time for doubts, Silvia!”
Her resolve crystallizing, she prepped the two syringes from the serum ampule, popping off the cap from a sterile syringe she then filled it halfway with the serum and did the same with the second. Silvia then pulled her suit aside to expose her ass. She drew the first syringe. The cold tip pierced the skin of her butt, an eager chill running through her veins. Pushing the plunger all the way down Silvia then grabbed the second syringe and injected the rest of the serum into her other butt cheek.
“Owhh!” She gasped, feeling a tightening in her legs, at least what little was now left of them. Her feet, already nearly completely tentacle, curled towards her body. Silvia stood there for a moment. the syringe still in her trembling hand, a drop of the serum still glistening at the tip.
“No salty taste this time. That’s… different.” she thought to herself.
Almost immediately, a wave of warmth rolled through her body, starting from the injection site and radiating outward. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was intense. “Wow, this is stronger than before,” she murmured, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, feeling beads of perspiration form almost instantly.
As the heat built, so did her thirst. “Gosh, I need a drink,” she said. Silvia hurried to the kitchen, her body relieving in the feeling of her suckers against the cool tile floor as she half pulled herself there.
As she entered the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water, watching the condensation drip down the sides as she downed it in one go. “Ah, that’s better,” she sighed, though it didn’t quell the thirst inside her. She leaned against the counter, feeling the cool surface press against her heated skin, the world subtly shifting. “Okay, okay,” she whispered to herself, “Focus. You're just experiencing the serum's effects, remember the first dose?”
As parched as she was feeling she realized she’d need more than just water. “A protein shake. Gotta keep my calories up,” she muttered, recalling the redditors advice from before.
She set to work, rummaging through the cabinets for the powdered protein. “I’ve got to be smart about this,” she said, pouring the powder into the blender with more urgency than precision. The blender whirred to life, the ice inside a stark contrast to the sweltering heat enveloping her.
As she watched the mixture come together—she felt the sweat trickling down her back, pooling uncomfortably at her waist. “This is ridiculous,” she huffed, pushing her hair out of her face. “Why’s it so much hotter this time?”
With the shake in hand, she leaned against the counter, feeling slightly dizzy. The shake was thick going down her throat but the cool ice, soft texture, and sugary taste was exciting the small suckers on her tongue.
Yet, between the mixture of feelings, another sensation stretched through her. A tightness in her muscles, a new strength in her arms. Silvia noticed the definition to her bicep as she reached for another drink of her shake. Her arm looked strange to her. She had always been chubby! Whose ripped arm was this?! Her body felt like a furnace, every inch of her skin prickling and flushed with heat. She fanned herself futilely, trying to stave off the growing sensations.
Silvia pressed herself against the cool metal of the counter, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she attempted to steady the whirlwind of sensations crashing through her. The air felt thick and heavy. Sweat seeped from her pores, turning her swimsuit into a damp shroud. She could feel it trickling down her back, forming rivulets that pooled at the small of her spine before daring to slide lower.
BZZZZzzT BBBBBZzzzzzTT!
Suddenly the station radio crackled to life. Topside was paging the radio. "Pontus station, this is Calvin. Do you read me?"
“I copy, Calvin. What’s happening?” she replied, leaning against the counter, her pulse racing at the sound of his voice.
“Hey, just wanted to give you a heads-up,” he said, the faint sound of rain pattering against the hull of the topside ship tangling with his voice. “The storm we were monitoring earlier has turned. Dr. Reed's return from the conference is going to be delayed.”
There was a sudden rush of electricity sparking through her veins at the thought of being alone with him. Just the two of them, wrapping him up within her tentacles. A wild idea took shape in her mind—an improbable fantasy that felt increasingly possible with every syllable he uttered.
“We’re going to have some wild seas tonight. I just want to make sure you’re safe down there.” Calvin responded.
“I’ll be fine down here, I'm just… ughh… really hot.” The admission slipped out before she could stop it. There was an edge to her voice that made her heart pound louder.
“Hot?” He chuckled, and she could picture that teasing grin on his face.
Silvia wiped her brow with the back of her hand, swallowing down the heat rising in her cheeks. “So… just you and me down here for a few days, then?”
“Looks like it. I’ll be heading back early tomorrow morning,” he continued, but Silvia could sense the unspoken words lingering in the air.
As she leaned against the kitchen counter, her mind wandered toward a fantasy that was gloriously inappropriate for the scientific mission they embarked on. “I guess that means we’ll have to find a way to keep ourselves entertained,” she teased, her voice low, playful.
Calvin chuckled, and she imagined the way his eyes might twinkle with amusement at her insinuation. “You’re a smart woman. I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he replied, and the red of her cheeks deepened.
“Calvin…” she started again, the words slipping away from the heat. She felt the serum’s effects creeping stronger in her veins. “I should probably sign off, UGgghmmmm….. lots to do!”
“Oh… okay?, Take care, Silvia,” he said, his voice laced with warmth. The radio now silent Silvia was drenched in sweat. Pealing her suit off her tits to let some air circulate through her soaking suit “Fuck I’ve got to cool off!” she said.
“A cold shower maybe?” She thought. Really though she didn't want to try to stand upright in the shower. But she had to do something she was burning up. She was getting too tired and dizzy to try balancing using her tentacles to walk upright. But she found that it was easy to drag herself along the floor. Her arms pulled all 188 pounds of her weight with no problems. The thick layer of sweat lubricating her skin helped as well. However, as she was pulling herself towards the crew quarters she saw the prep pool by the moonpool opening. “.... That’d work! And I could lay out like a bath!”
Pulling herself upright, Silvia flopped her tentacle legs into the refreshing water of the pool. Relief washed over her—and a soothing splash sprayed her skin causing her nipples to stiffen—yet it was quickly followed by an intoxicating rush of newfound sensations. The suckers on her legs relaxed, eagerly absorbing the cool water, each gentle pulse sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. The pool cradled her body's weight as it filled with her essence, drawing her deeper into the throes of transformation, and every contact with the liquid made her limbs ripple and pulse with life.
Her hip sockets cracked, the sound strangely echoing in the room, as her final leg bones slipped away, her legs now fully capable of fluid movement. She watched in amazement as her legs undulated like graceful tendrils of silken fabric, truly transformed into octopus tentacles. Each subtle shift and flick sent electric shivers crackling along her spine,
Panic flickered in her mind as she felt her ass swell and rise, It felt as though her form were expanding, filling the space around her, each passing second transforming her into something larger, something magnificent. With each moment, she could feel the skin stretching, the muscles straining, as her body changed. The sensation of expansion was overwhelming; she gasped, the air slipping from her lungs as wave upon wave of delight washed over her. Every inch of transformation was accompanied by a rise of heat that coursed through her, each tingle igniting her in an arousing mix of pleasure and empowerment.
Her hips bucking in sync with her body. Her pussy too, as if eager for the change, left a small inky squirt on the inside of her suit. It began a pulsing rhythm that matched the swell of her backside. Silvia writhed in fascination, watching as her posterior grew, the flesh swelling in luscious curves, accentuating her femininity even as it morphed.
Then came what she had been hoping for—two nubs began to push through her expanding flesh, budding into existence, clearly not human. She caressed the emerging forms, feeling their slick texture. As new suckers popped out in rows along the lengthening protrusions, she couldn't help but moan at the intense pleasure. Just like her first dose, It was as if every nerve ending in her body was firing at once, a feeling both agonizing and thrilling. She felt herself growing more and more aroused as the growths thickened and stretched, becoming stronger and more defined.
"Oh God, oh God," she panted, unable to contain her pleasure as her body continued to transform. She could feel her breasts expanding, the fabric of her swimsuit growing tighter and tighter. The seams strained and popped, threads snapping one by one, revealing her changing form beneath. Silvia didn't care; each rip sent waves of pleasure rippling through her until it finally snapped, revealing her changing form beneath.
She looked down and watched her belly tense up in response. She saw … abs. Silvia’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her stomach looked toned, strong. Her breasts swelled again under her hands. Her eyes followed her hands and up her arms. She looked sexy and dangerous. Arms ripped and her torso matching in form.
She threw her head back, gasping as the tentacles continued to grow, twisting and writhing in a way that was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. She could feel herself losing control, her mind spinning and losing track of time,while the pleasure threatened to consume her.
The sensation was akin to the feeling of stretching a muscle after being dormant for too long—but far more intense, electrifying every nerve. The first tentacle formed with a slow, agonizing pleasure, her cells dividing and reshaping, followed by the second.
“NNNNNGGggggHhhhh!” She moaned through gritted teeth. Getting closer and closer to climax. As she was trying to stave off her orgasm as long as possible she felt her nipples begin to push against the inside of her hands. The skin around her nipples darkened slightly, growing slick and glistening. the once-familiar softness giving way to the enticing wet texture of another sucker. Each tiny suction cup pulsed with a life of its own, awakening every nerve ending in her taut breasts, creating an exquisite tension within her.
"WHAT THE FUUUUCCCKK!!!" she screamed, the sensation too much for her to bear. She came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She felt her pussy clench and squeeze, squirting out a spurt of black ink that sprayed into the pool.
She had never experienced anything like this before, sensations from new limbs, and she couldn't believe how intense it had been. Every sucker on her body continued to pulse, and she knew that she could easily come again if she let herself. But she wanted to savor this moment, to remember every sensation, every feeling that she had experienced.
Panting, she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief. her body still trembling with aftershocks. She saw her body was bigger. Her breasts now considerably heavier with new brownish suckers replacing her nipples. Underneath her hips were four large thick tendrils. Their texture slick and mottled like octopus skin but thick and chunky. She lifted each of her powerful limbs one at a time as she counted again. “One, two…. three…. Four?” Silvia panted.
“Dammit,” she whispered. She looked as if her torso had been stuck on top of the legs of a starfish. Silvia looked down and pulled at the tatters left of her suit “Dammitt” She repeated while trying her best to remove it. Ripping the rest off with ease.
Bbbzzzztt bzzzzztt. The radio buzzed from far down the hallway. An automated weather alert voice mumbled something.
“OH just Fuck OFF!” Silvia yelled at the radio. All four tentacles lifted up and slapped down in frustration. She just wanted to enjoy the afterglow a little longer before figuring out what to do next.
