Bea's eyes lazily closed as she continued to suckle on her pseudo penis. It was so intoxicating to give in to her new body's demands and let her worry and fluids trickle out. Instead, she let her hands drop to her sides, trusting her tentacles to continue to squeeze out her cream. Bea's tail trembled as it micro climaxed, the fresh stream of goo sliding down her throat without complaint. Rewarding their well-behaved host, Bea's tentacles constricted slightly, causing milk to gush from a nipple.

Feel divine, so much food. Why was I so worried. Can't remember. Sleepy now. My body needs rest for breeding.

Bea was nearly lulled to sleep by the slow-rolling orgasms from her draining udders and tail. This was much nicer than that frantic mania she had experienced last night. Sure, the eggs had felt good, but the pain of her head literally splitting apart wasn't worth it.

Wait... That doesn't make any sense. I still have a head. Shit! I think I can remember!

Bea grabbed her face, her forebrain pounding in pain as she forced it to replay the last night. The mental blocks were still there, but some of the surface level ones had weakened considerably. One good push was all it would take. Bea's eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated, imagining herself tearing down the walls with her bare hands.

Bea remembered waking up to see that fucked up pokèmon merging with her back. Then her thoughts had got all mixed up as it changed her body, making her like what was happening to her body. She had been forced to cum from those awful egg things, but everything past that was a blur of colour and emotion. Still, there was one memory that filled her stomach with icy dread.

Why can I remember crawling into my bedroom through the window? And why could I see myself sleeping on my bed?!

It was almost a relief to feel terror again as Bea's eyes snapped open. Her pupils locked onto the perversion of her ovipositor bloating as it deposited another load into her mouth. It was a considerable one filling her cheeks as she refused to swallow.

Fear lending her strength Bea wrenched her head away from the tip of her cock. As she retched in revulsion, milk and cum splashing down her front. Despite her disgust, she was still maddeningly aroused, her erection refusing to go down. Her tentacles tightened, pinning her tail-cock between her spongy cleavage. Bea felt her back squirm, her rampant biology preparing an even larger orgasm.

I need to get the tentacles to stop! If I can calm myself down somehow- There!

In desperation, Bea rolled to her knees, her hand reaching for the shower knob. A tentacle wrapped itself around her arm as if to stop her. The rest were content to pull themselves tight around her bust and swelling dick. Her legs trembled as glands inside her started to throb and pound. She was on the edge of orgasm.

Even as Bea felt the first push of slime race down her tail, her fumbling hand managed to grab hold of the knob, turning it to cold. The rain turned glacial, causing Bea to flinch and fall on her backside. The effect was immediate. Her tentacles let go of her all at once as if they had been electrified. Freed from their grasp, her tail fell away from her chest, the ovipositor's ejaculation cutting prematurely after a single short burst. Bea couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Why did I stop? I was so close! It was going to feel so amazing. The best one ye- NO! I can't believe it! Playing around with that thing. What if cumming is making things worse? It could have been eggs next. "Ach! My head."

As Bea shakily got to her feet, something warm trickled down from Bea's nose. Her head pounded, forcing her to place a hand on the shower wall for support. For a moment, she felt like her thoughts had gone in two separate directions. Each one layered on top of the other. Even as her egg-penis deflated , there was a tender ache in her knot and the base of her tail. Bea felt like she had just cheated herself of something magnificent, and now her body was punishing her.

Blue tail. Fuck, that hurts.