As Heather unlocked Cam's door and entered his loft, she was simultaneously hit with a wave of heat and the sound of his shower running. She figured he was cleaning up after his workday full of bicycling, and she approved. Not that she minded the smell of good clean healthy manly sweat, but hours and hours of heavy loads in city traffic could compound into a much more problematic stink.
First things first, Heather changed out of her sensible air-conditioned office work clothes and into a breezy light silk summer dress with a yellow floral pattern. As she continued to wait for Cam to finish, she got out ice cubes and fixed herself a big cold glass of water to hold onto. Then she pulled out the cheese, baguette, and fresh vegetables that she'd picked up on her way over and laid out a little spread for them to have for dinner. Nobody cooked in Cam's loft in the summer.
She'd had a mostly good day in the office, comfortably grooved in her routines, her professional focus on cleaning teeth keeping her attention away from her curious situation. Just once, while she was taking X-rays, she had started to wonder what she would see if she could use the machine on her monster mouth. Now, though, she was itching for the late summer sunset to bring darkness to the loft, and also a little concerned at how much she was wanting that.
Cam emerged from the bathroom, not just showered but freshly shaved as well. She knew that meant that he was horny too and taking care to make himself as nice as possible for her. He came to her and they kissed deeply, a promise of passion yet to come. Then she sat on her stool and watched his body from behind as he dropped his towel near his bed and put on clothes, her eyes caressing his manly shoulders, his tight ass, and the well-defined muscles of his thighs and calves.
Her nipples were tight as he came to the island on the side of the kitchenette where she had set their dinner out, her cunt a swamp of passion and desire. She didn't want to wait until after dinner to have sex.
"Hey sexy," she smiled at him with lust, "You're looking really good to me. Can I drag you off for a quickie before we eat?"
Smiling back, he took her hand in a firm warm grip. She rose from her stool as if in a dance. Cam made to lead her to the futon, but Heather pulled the other way. "Let's do it in the bathroom in the dark."
He hesitated briefly, but allowed himself to be led into the bathroom. Wanting to get right down to fucking, Heather carelessly flipped the switch immediately. She felt a sharp and pinching pain, soon gone, as her surging tentacles ripped apart her panties. The shredded fabric dropped down to the floor. Her dress and bra, fortunately, merely rode up on her larger body, as her torso was mostly longer rather than wider.
"Oops," she rumbled, laughing at herself.
"Did you just mess up your clothes?" Cam asked, unable to see her in the dark.
"My dress is fine, at least." She was still laughing at herself, but now she wanted Cam. She reached out slimy stretchy hands to slip under his shirt and wrap around his back, lubricating his strong back muscles and gunking up his shirt. The dank smell of tropical flowers wafted off her slimy skin. He moved toward her and she could feel him fumbling at his pants. A few of her tentacles wrapped around his legs and started pulling down, and the now undone shorts slid toward his feet, her slime spreading over both legs and pants. His boxers were still on, but not for long. He was pushing them down to release his nice hard cock.
"Come down, I want you to be on top," she said, then let go of him and settled backward to the floor, strong and supple tentacles spreading to move her smoothly down onto her back, shifting around their position in the small bathroom to keep from bashing her head against the toilet or the shower. Cam bumped around to settle over her in a push-up position and Heather tilted to open her cunt up under him. She found his cock with her rubbery hands and guided him inward toward the bulls-eye circle of her hairy monster cunt, flexing open to receive him into her. And then instead of legs she wrapped her tentacles around his waist, pulling him deep inside just like she had on the first night she'd gone monster on him. He sighed contentedly as his cock slid home. He wiggled around a bit to settle in and make sure he was nicely lubricated with his precome and her vaginal fluids, and then he started thrusting, strong body moving her up and down as she clung on to him, even in this larger form.
She rode him from beneath, sucking and squelching damply with her hairy cunt, then opened wider and pushed up to pull his balls inside as well, relishing the increasing stretch and more complex stimulation. Her slimy dress was riding up her body as her lover slid her up and down the floor. She felt him building up, thrusting more strongly and wildly as he approached his climax, shifting his hips around to try to go as deep inside her as he could manage. His motions pulled her tentacles in many ways at once, even as she was fondling his body with all of them, all up and down his legs, around his ass, and up his back, all the way up to where her arms were now wrapped around his shoulders. Her massive lipless gash of a mouth pressed up against his soft masculine lips, as she wished that she could kiss him. A protruding fang ripped at his lip, bringing a little grunt of discomfort from him, so she turned her head away, grumbling and groaning with her cheek slapping around against the linoleum, his breath coming and going hot in her ear. She felt him come, felt the shudder and the staggering of his rhythm, hot jets of sperm within her round and grasping cunt, his balls tightening up, and her hungry cunt emcompassing all of it. She pulled herself up against him then, rubbing her slimy breasts and nipples violently against his solid muscular chest to bring her to the top herself, her roaring echoing loudly in the little bathroom as she let go and vocalized in orgasm. Tight, tight, holding them tight together, sinking down against the floor, their bodies meshed together, stinking of sex and tropical flowers.
As she settled down, Heather began to wonder uncomfortably about the cleanliness of the floor her cheek was pressed against. She'd lost track of how they were oriented, but as she began to release her tentacles and feel around, she wasn't happy to realize just how close her face was to the toilet. The linoleum was sticky soaked with her lube-like slime, her dress all scrunched up in sodden lumps beneath her back, her bra popped off entirely somehow, and the farther she settled out of the mindless space of orgasm, the less enjoyable she found it all.
Cam was breathing hard above her and murmuring happy little post-orgasmic endearments to her. But he just had his hands and knees down in the muck. Oh well, it wasn't him who'd dragged her in here, shredded her panties, and laid her on her back. That was all her own fault for getting carried away in thinking with her cunt. Still, time to move.
"Up, Cam," she growled, beginning to lever him up herself with half a dozen tentacles, "I need to clean the floor gunk off before I give myself some sort of sex infection."
He laughed, a little breathlessly, "Time for another shower in the dark?"
"No, you can get the light. Now that we've had our fuck, I'm ready to be myself again." She readied herself for the shift from tentacles to legs.
When he flipped it on, she saw that he was looking curiously at her. She wondered what he was thinking now. But she just shed her filthy dress and got her little thin blonde self into the shower, cleaning up while he retreated back outside, pulling his clothes back on again. Her slime, of course, had disappeared even as her body reverted in the light, leaving things much less of a mess then they had been before when it was dark.
