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This is 18+ story with limited interactive elements, about picking up a suspicious book about eldritch entities and finding it a very //transformative// read.
It contains the following:
* Corruption
* Transformation
* Body Horror
* Sexy Cosmic Horrors
* Tentacles
* Anal sex
* Implied Mind-Control
* Swallowing a bunch of questionable eldritch goop
* Master/Servant elements
Warning that this story may contain hypnotic language.
If you wish to continue, [[pick up the book]].You're browsing a car boot sale of all things when you find it. Under a pile of beat-up paperbacks and old hardbacks with yellowing pages, there's a book bound in black leather, embossed with subtle patterns in deep green and bearing the title of "On The Nature And Categorisation Of Supra-Dimensional Beings".
This is the kind of shit an antiquarian bookseller would go bananas over, and some guy is selling it from a basket halfway tucked under a fold-out plastic table in the middle of a field full of grass and other people with cars and plastic tables.
You ask how much it is, and the stall owner shrugs and says he has no idea and that he found it while clearing out his grand-uncles house. Maybe €10? You can't be bothered haggling so you agree.
You trawl the car boot sale for another half hour before heading home with your purchase in your backpack. After getting a bite to eat and a drink, you sit down at your desk with the book and [[open the cover]].The impression of time and expense put into creating this book continues when you open the cover and flip to the title page. It looks to be hand-bound, if you had to guess, but by someone who knew what they were doing. There's no publisher listed, and the title is richly illuminated like a medieval manuscript. You're impressed, even while you wonder who made it and why. There's no author listed, and a brief search for "On The Nature And Categorisation Of Supra-Dimensional Beings" brings up nothing.
That means this isn't a modern-day collectible for serious fans of all things eldritch or alien, so it's either the ramblings of some rich Victorian dude with too much time on his hands and an interest in Theosophy, or a home-made passion project, or, more excitingly... It could be the real thing.
A book made by someone who had an insight into beings beyond our dimension and their ways. Or at least, someone who thought they had. Either is intriguing.
[[Flip to the first page.]]The introduction to the book lays out the authors intentions to describe various entities from beyond our dimension, how to make contact with them and the precautions needed in doing so. The anonymous author compares it to a latter-day Key of Solomon, while clarifying that the beings are in no way comparable to demons, but defy any attempts to place them in the animal kingdom. They are truly otherworldly, possessed by a vast intelligence and senses of perception beyond the scope of a human, allowing them to see into our dimension with ease and interact without betraying their presence. Usually they appear only to a select few intermediaries or those who know how to summon their attention, preferring to treat our earth and dimension as a terrarium to be observed but sparingly touched.
[[While you read the introduction, you start to feel a curious sensation of being watched.]]Plans go here
switching from the entities to "your masters" at some point
description of tentacles slowly climbing up legs
body gradually warping the more you read
goop swallowing that's both horny and opens the POV character's perspectiveIt's probably nothing. Just your imagination after the author described the omnipresent gaze of the entities, how no door or wall or lead-lined chamber could hope to confound one if they found a subject they wished to observe.
The thought sends a bit of a shiver down your spine. Imagine catching the interest of an observer with such implicable attention, never pausing for a moment in tracking a single thing you do...
You shake the thought off and [[turn the page]].Despite the antiquated writing style, you find the book drawing you in. The sheer detail of it fascinates you. The more you read, the more you want to read. When you flip the page to the first illustration of one of the unearthly beings, you stop to stare at it, your eyes soaking in the details. It's like an old-fashioned woodcut if one was filled with nothing but curiously three-dimensional geometric shapes, twisting and intersecting and blending into each other, rendered in black and tones of green and purple.
You trace the twisting lines with your fingers, never seeming to arrive back at the point where you started, in and around and up and down, in and around and up and down, in and around and around and around, deeper into the image, deeper into the details...
You hardly notice the feeling of being watched intensify as you lose yourself in the drawing of the entity.
But you //do// notice.
You decide to...
[[Ignore the feeling and read on]] | [[Close the book]]You're probably just imagining it, right? It's just the book is so well designed that you can't help but buy in to the idea that everything the author described is real. That has to be it.
Except...
The feeling of being watched only increases as you turn the pages, soaking up information about the entity in the illustration, until it's impossible to ignore the sensation.
Whatever it is, it feels heavy, almost a physical presence.
[[Read on]] | [[Okay no this is getting creepy]]As you continue reading, you start to almost get used to the palpable feeling of being watched. In fact, it starts to feel not only heavy, but also warm. More like the heaviness of a thick winter blanket.
You blink when your eyes begin to water, but continue reading, lulled slightly by the curious warmth and by the occasional mesmerising illustration that attempts to convey some small part of the essence of one of the outer entities. The descriptions of each of the outer entities are increasingly accompanied by glyphs and drawings of complex ritual circles meant to assist in summoning them. You trace the complex patterns with your fingers while reading. It's not like they actually do anything, anyway.
You're soothed by the warmth and the meditative motion of tracing the diagrams. You could [[continue deeper into the book]] or you could (link:"stop reading")[continue]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.It's so detailed you'd almost think it was real, like the author actually summoned up some of the entities to make deals, and afterwards attempted to capture part of their glories in illustrations.
It doesn't escape your attention that the text is increasingly interrupted by praise for the entities and the gifts bestowed on the author. How generous they are, how merciful and benevolent, how understanding of the limits of human senses.
It's almost a bit annoying, like alright, you get it already, they don't need to devote space every few paragraphs or so to declarations of gratitude. Still, the whole thing is so intriguing that you aren't put off.
You can barely tear your gaze away from the page, even if the illegible incantations on the current one make your eyes water as you try to decipher them. It looks like a very dense version of Blackletter font, and you can make out a few letters here and there. Despite how uncomfortable it is to look at it, you linger for a few more moments, black spots appearing in the edges of your vision as a headache develops.
You blink and shake your head to clear it, looking around the room to give your eyes a break. There's still blackness flickering in and out of the edges of your vision, though, and even if it seems to dissipate when you turn your head to look, it comes back when you turn away again.
You're definitely letting your imagination run away with you.
[[Blink and turn the page]]You decide to move on from the literally eye-watering incantation to look at the next illustration. It's another abstract one, and tracing your fingers over the patterns lets you relax and shake off your discomfort. Lets you get drawn in again to the accompanying text.
The description for the being in the illustration - because apparently there is one, it's not just dots and lines - calls it Zgratesrra, guide to the stars, who reveals the shape of universe to their devotees. When you look back at the illustration, you realise it isn't as abstract as you thought. It's as if the lines and dots have resolved themselves into a multitude of spheres, each containing star charts and constellations, like great eyes reflecting the sights of deepest space.
You wonder how you hadn't noticed the hidden logic of it before, like just knowing the name gave you a sliver of insight into the truth of the drawing. You imagine the shivering voice of Zgratesrra, like the cold between stars, inviting you to discover the deeper insights they could give you.
It really is a very well put-together book, to fire up your imagination so strongly.[[You wonder what it would be like to encounter one of the entities.]]You're starting to get really curious about what it would be like to encounter one of the beings in person - if they were real, that is - when you flip the page to an extremely detailed diptych which shows a being made up mostly of tentacles and mouths presiding over a wild orgy.
The title on the illustration is "Grolascixamm, bringer of unearthly pleasures", and the details of the drawing make you blush before you even examine them closer.
You can almost feel the tentacles brush against your skin, as if you were the figure in the drawing that you're looking at. The figures in the drawing look... Very enthusiastic... About how they're being caressed and penetrated by the many tendrils of Grolascixamm. Grolascixamm... It's not a very sexy name for a sex monster, but you still find yourself half tempted to say it, half curious how it would feel in your mouth. You're aware of your tongue moving to silently form the syllables as you ponder it.
With slightly trembling fingers you turn the page, keeping one hand on the last so you can go back and study the... details... some more if you want to.
When your eyes skim over the invocation for Grolascixamm, which is conveniently written in plain English and in a legible font, you imagine almost that there is a whisper in your ear, encouraging you to try it out, to speak it aloud. Your mouth is a little dry, and you lick your lips while making up your mind.
[[Why not?]] | This is getting a bit too weird, [[you decide to take a break]]Well... Why not. It's not like this stuff is real, and even if it somehow actually was, the figures in the drawing look like they're in the middle of nutting their brains out.
You expect yourself to stumble over the invocation, but the words come easily and naturally once you start to read them.
"I call upon Grolascixamm, bringer of unearthly pleasures, the one who delights in the forms of their celebrants, and entreat them to bestow upon me the insights of flesh, an ecstasy without end, a carnal communion of the beyond. I offer my body as a conduit for pleasures beyond imagining, that they may enter into this dimension. Please hear these words, and touch me with your presence."
Unless you're imagining it, there's a low persistent humming noise in the room, and the weight of being watched has gotten heavier. It's warm in here. You look around the room, wondering if it really did do anything, but [[the noise fades]]...Look, tentacle monsters are a bit much right now, when you opened the book you were not expecting it to end up going in //that// direction. Your eyes are tired and the room feels stifling. You just need a break. When you close the cover and then stand up and stretch, it's like a bubble around the room has been popped, and all the mundane noises from outside rush in all of a sudden.
You do leave a bookmark in the page, though. Just in case you decide to go back to it later.You're not sure if you're more relieved or disappointed that it didn't seem to do anything. The phrasing of the invocation was a bit strong, even if the idea of being a conduit for unearthly powers that want to bone down and have a good time sounds kind of fun. Definitely the most relatable of the outer entities you've seen described in the book.
Where's an eldritch entity to claim your ass when you want one, huh?
[[You laugh at yourself for getting carried away.]]Laughing at yourself a little for getting so caught up in the book that you actually expected something to happen, you flip the page to read onwards. The author clearly wasn't finished discussing Grolascixamm and its interest in your world in extremely lurid detail. There's a sigil on the next page which manages to be both abstract and suggestive, and you find yourself tracing the pattern as you look over the text. It feels right to do that, somehow.
You bite your lip as you read, the warmth in the room just on the comfortable side of stifling. The text conjures images in your head of the entity peeling away your clothing with a multitude of caresses. You can almost feel it, brushing against your arms, curling around your ankles... You go to cross your legs and feel something tug against them.
[[Wait.]]Slowly, deliberately, you look down.
Emerging completely out of nowhere and curling around your ankles are two tentacles.
You blink, but they're still there. You shake your legs, they're still there.
[[This is actually happening.]]You pull your legs away more forcefully and they fall away to lie on the floor in an absurdly forlorn manner, not trying to reach after you.
Blinking again in case it might change the 'tentacles appearing from nowhere' situation, you try to approach this rationally. As much as you can. You know, considering the 'tentacles appearing from nowhere' situation.
You did kind of just ask an otherworldly tentacle monster to commune with your holes. And it showed up to presumably oblige. Now that the shock of the invocation actually working is fading a little bit, you'll admit to be interested as to how it feels.
So you kind of stare at the tentacles for a while, before you gingerly [[slide a foot over next to one]].It doesn't latch on immediately like you expected, but slowly slides over, and then it curls loosely around your ankle in a surprisingly gentle manner. You field the brief shock of something slick touching the skin of your leg, and then you hear //it//.
"Do not fear. We are here only to bring you ecstasy, mortal."
The voice reverberates in your mind, loud enough to make you wince. But once it fades, your lingering fear and shock go with it.
"Show us. Your desire."
Your thoughts go to the image in the book. The slick and sexual tangle of limbs in the illustration.
The reply from the being is an impression of wordless acknowledgement. It's pleased. For some reason, this matters to you. You want to please it.
You watch the other tentacle wind its way around your other leg.
Making a decision, you pull down your pants and your underwear to show your readiness. The tentacles twine their way up along your calves, spreading a slime in their wake that tingles and heats your skin, even while the tentacles themselves are cool against it.
You shiver as the tentacles reach to your thighs, ever closer. On the sensitive skin of your inner thigh you can feel the surface of the limbs sucking and releasing rhythmically as they climb higher, all the while trailing slime that drives on your arousal.
They're so close...
[[Pretend to ignore them]] | [[Touch yourself openly]]You turn your head back to the book, knowing that the entity isn't fooled, not when it can hear your thoughts while its touch is on you. But it's more fun to play at disinterest, your eyes skimming the page as strong limbs spread your legs apart. You bite your lip and try to read on while something slick begins to tease at your hole. Without thinking, you flip the page back to the illustration of the orgy, your breath speeding up when you realise you'll be able to fit right in with the figures in it soon. Your arousal jumps as copious amounts of the same slime covering the tentacles is slathered all around your entrance. Still you pretend to read.
It doesn't stop the groan that comes out of you when the slender tip of a tentacle begins to slide inside of you. This one feels smoother, but equally as slick as the rest. Several more are winding around your legs.
As the tentacle gradually fills you, your eyes flutter, head feeling like it's spinning. Dizziness and pleasure rise together in a wave. You're barely being touched, how can it be this intense?
It feels like you're teetering on the edge for a long time as the tentacle fills you properly. You look down at the drawing and imagine that the image of the being you summoned is urging you on.
//Feel. Open//.
[[Open yourself to Grolascixamm]] | [[Open yourself to Grolascixamm]]What's the point in being coy about it? You summoned a tentacle sex monster, //obviously// you want your holes wrecked.
(WIP)
You don't even try to muffle the groan that comes out of you when the slender tip of a tentacle begins to slide inside of you. This one feels smoother, but equally as slick as the rest. Several more are winding around your legs.
As the tentacle gradually fills you, your eyes flutter, head feeling like it's spinning. Dizziness and pleasure rise together in a wave. You're barely being touched, how can it be this intense?
It feels like you're teetering on the edge for a long time as the tentacle fills you properly. You look down at the drawing and imagine that the image of the being you summoned is urging you on.
//Feel. Open//.
[[Open yourself to Grolascixamm]] | [[Open yourself to Grolascixamm]]Relaxing your muscles, you let even more of the tentacle fill you. You can feel it squirming inside you and stretching your hole. You gasp, taking breaths while stars dance in your vision.
You //open// your mind and body to Grolascixamm. And pleasure flows in.
The howl you let out is barely a fraction of what you feel. You feel like your skin can barely hold in the deluge of pure unadulterated ecstasy filling you. When you orgasm, you feel an echo of it reflected back to you by a million minds.
So many bodies and minds connected by pleasure. You shudder and shake as the smallest impression of that whole is conveyed to you. You want more.
//Good.//
Your mouth shapes the syllables of Grolascixamm's name reverently. They deserve every word of praise written about them in the book.
You [[open yourself]] further to them.Your mind blazes with a mix of elation and understanding, and with every twitch of your taut stomach as you keep coming, you understand even more. You glimpse glittering constellations of life beyond your own dimension, all linked by the common experience of pleasure. The vast coldness of space a backdrop for burning passion that begs to be shared.
Your body relaxes into something a little bit like an afterglow - the valley between peaks of pleasure - and many more tendrils emerge from beneath you to slide around your legs, up past your hips, and to your chest. You know that your offering is allowing the being a means to access your reality, and the more you feel, the more strength it will have to reach out to you. You let your muscles go slack and another tentacle wriggles inside of your hole, stretching enough that your eyes roll back. More tentacles climb your chest, tearing away your unnecessary clothes, caressing liberated skin. Everything is slick, and feverish, as cool limbs slide against you leaving trails of throbbing warmth. So sensitive to the touch, as if all of you was made only to feel good.
Your pleasure crests again in a wave, conjuring sounds from your throat that you didn't even know you were capable of. The answering waves from Grolascixamm's faithful crash over you and drown out every other feeling.
//Open.//
You...
[[Open your mouth]] | [[Hesitate]]Yes. Yes. You want more. Everything your mind and body can take. You hold your mouth open. And you...
You drink deep.
Tentacles fill your waiting mouth, slime tingling on your lips and tongue and the inside of your mouth. You breathe through your nose. Something hot swells inside the tentacles, then releases down your throat in a gush of liquid that you diligently swallow. You swallow, and swallow, and keep swallowing. The heat you felt on your skin wherever you were touched is spreading through your whole body inside and out.
[[It feels a little like you're melting.]]WIP
This leads to closing the book and then a scenario where the reader has to resist their own desire to return to the book, to eventually get a non-standard game over of going on with their life.As you drink, your limbs relax further, letting more and more tentacles into your mouth and your hole, more than you would have thought were comfortably possible, but there's no discomfort. Only the melting heat suffusing your entire body.
Where the tentacles coiled around the outside of your body press against your skin, your flesh seems to move to accommodate them, becoming increasingly pliable...
[[Your limbs begin to coil together with theirs]] | [[You focus on the shifting feeling inside of you]] (warning - all the way through)Double-click this passage to edit it.You focus on the shifting feeling inside of you, as more tentacles both large and slender slide into you from both sides.
It's an impossible sensation, as they weave in between your insides, harmlessly curling past your organs as they seek each other. Your flesh is no impediment to them, every part they touch bringing euphoria, despite not being equipped to experience pleasure in such places... At least until you swallowed Grolascixamm's blessed baptism, making your body a suitable conduit and dwelling for them.
The tentacles writhing their way through your body meet in the middle, and you feel your insides, organs and muscles alike, pushed out of the way as the tentacles twist and twine together. You can't breathe but you no longer need to.
Every twitch and writhe of the countless tendrils inside you blanks your mind out in pleasure.
Your fingers spasm and [[Your limbs begin to coil together with theirs]]