Your humanity faded bit by bit, as the tentacles surrounding you took pleasure in warping your flesh, to their deprived, erotic, slow transformation. Each night, they held you within the room. Your body neither withering with age or growing as copious amounts of cum pumped into you.. Over and over.. Their slimy tips lapped at your nipples and gushed milk into your throat, making you feed yourself your own emissions as you screamed and moaned.
Darkness encapsulated your once-human senses, the initially unwanted, planted, animalistic tendencies within you grew stronger. You woke up each morning with fur replacing what had been soft human skin, and with the nagging sense each day, as more and more of your humanity and purity, seemed tainted and lost forever.
It seemed the insult of the nipple growth was a firm reminder.. This wasn't even just normal.. it was turning your very body into a reminder of how animalistic it could be. As it started with the sprouting of new, sensitive spots and zones on your chest – tender, pinkish nipples that sensually stretched and swelled every morning as you woke to your new reality. The sensation was exquisite yet terrifying, a combination of pleasure and pain that left you breathless each time your fingers traced those rapidly multiplying sources of ecstatic horror.
They were nipples, but.. animal nipples on a human body.. The tentacles weren't leaving you even a normal anthro or a unsapient animal, but a twisted, sexual fantasy version of the latter!
Your once-human chest morphed into a landscape of nipples – first four, then eight, twelve – each new addition bringing with it fresh waves of erotic torment that coursed through your veins like a drug of unimaginable intensity. The pink nipple tips became darker, developing an almost wet glisten as they prepared themselves to be ravished by the unknown creatures that stalked you during the night.
Next came the growth of fur. Starting from your arms as they transformed into sleek and powerful limbs with retractable claws, it spread like a contagion over your body – over your hips, thighs, and eventually, even the most intimate regions of your personhood. Your legs slowly tapered into those of an animal, ending in paws that were simultaneously soft yet strong enough to tear through flesh if need be. Yet helpless against the tentacles as they pulled you around like a puppet on strings, forced to present, as if like a slimy water hose was gushing itself into your pussy, and all you could do was yip and watch as your hands, (now paws) were spread apart,
As you struggled against the changes, unable to stop the tentacles from taking hold of every fiber of your being, your once-human genitals were replaced by a single large vaginal opening that pulsated with primal lust each time. The tentacles seemed to be gushing something as they fed you as well.. rewriting minor aspects of your brain against your own will, a dream filled your sleep with images too obscene to describe even to yourself, as vivid images of sexy, breeding bulls replaced thoughts of human studs..
The idea of finding a horse sized fox to breed you, you knew was laughable.. But as it gushed and gushed, your now human sized, 12-18 nippled body (you couldn't bear to keep counting how humiliating it all was!), you felt your very body seeming to succumb to inhuman desires and corrupted thoughts from the tentacle as well.
As night fell upon your encampment once again, the tentacles found you.
You felt them enter you first - a warm, wet sensation that made your body tremble as if it had been struck by lightning. Your muscles convulsed in response to their touch, a mixture of both pain and pleasure overwhelming you as their slippery appendages wormed their way deep into your now tentacle-ravaged vagina.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt yourself being filled - not just by tentacles, but by something else entirely. You could feel eggs being deposited within you, thousands upon thousands of them, nestling themselves in the warm depths of your body, growing and expanding. Each one was an act of domination, a reminder of who held power over your broken, animalistic form now.
You screamed out in agony as more tentacles snaked around your torso, pressing down on your swelling breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples that now numbered close to thirty, the tentacles, unclear about human physiology, had seemed to make your spine crack and grow, extending from human height into now what made you look like a 12 foot long ferret like fox. The 30 nipples lining your long and elongated chest brought you shame.. But the ridiculous amounts of breeding had warped, and so had your flesh.. It felt more.. slightly sensitive and stretchy than it should, like you could take a boulder into your pussy and simply stretch around it, instead of being punctured apart. And it felt like your elongating womb was expanding too. To carry less than vanilla young.. But the twisted fantasies of the alien tentacles own unclear desires, alien to even yourself.
Pain seared through you like white-hot needles as they stretched and pulled them further outwards, elongating them until they became hardened nubs jutting out from your chest like weapons of sexual conquest. Milk spilling out of them as you screamed! "YiPP!!! YIPPPPPPPPPPP!!!".. you had powerfully kept your mind, but could no longer speak, only make guttural animal like cries for help.
You writhed in agony beneath the tentacles touch but found yourself unable to resist the rising tide of pleasure that flooded your body at the same time. It was like you had a programmed hormonal overdrive drilled into you. No matter how much you tried to mentally resist, once your pussy was punctured and the hormones and aphrosiacs slimily fed, your mind felt like it glossed over. Any vile act felt enough to break you out.. But.. it felt.. Strangely good. Like you... needed to be bred.. Like.. Heat.. should just be surrendered into.. not fought.
NO! Wait! you were being corrupted, maybe not as maliciously so but you were a proud, human male before! You weren't meant to be some sort of 30 nippled, lactating fox ferret breeding bitch!
But the tentacles continued their relentless assault on you, pushing further into your body, penetrating deeper into the darkest, most hidden places within you. Each stroke was like a knife cutting through butter as they ravished you over and over again, filling you with their alien seeds that would soon spawn more creatures like them. As if they could sense your thoughts, you heard a whisper.. "You know.. Ferrets and foxes both go through heat.. But Ferrets can be maddeningly more powerful i heard once.. At some point, it's less lust and need.. I heard they can actually stop producing blood cells unless they're breed.. A species that literally perishes unless it gives in to heat.. Thankfully humans and foxes and felines aren't like that.. But are you?"