(2/...)

Not even five minutes after the incident, involving both tentacles and females in the least sexy way possible, the tram stopped close to my area. I was already about to just walk out and away when I held in for a moment. Instead of doing what I would have normally done, I turned to the man whose name I still didn’t know and waved.

‘Thank you for your... help, Sir.’

“So you can speak! Hahaha! Wait a moment, this is your stop? Wouldn’t have thought you to live here... Ah, what am I saying I am sure you have your reasons! Just a little advice, before you go. Don’t cover up and hide, it makes people more suspicious of you than you would want. Just, don’t be ashamed for being different, alright?”

The doors of the tram were already beeping when he stopped. But just before they could close I gave the man, whom I would most likely never see again, one of my few actually genuine smiles. Seeing this he started to laugh again but I think that he wasn’t laughing about me but instead he seemed truly happy to have made me smile. When the tram took off I just stood there for a moment, contemplating what had just happened. ‘Is this what being a Meta-human is like? It is... refreshing!’

After a few seconds, I turned around and started walking home. Many of the people, mostly humans, may have been looking at me curiously or confused but this time I didn’t hide, instead, I let my oddities show without restrain. I was beginning to understand why Mother had encouraged Clarissa to post that selfie of herself. As we were right now trying to hide, despite being almost impossible in this day and age, would actually make us more of a target than less of one. We weren’t monsters, simply different, but if we hid the people would come to believe that we were dangerous. Maybe there was a deeper truth to what both my sister had done and what the man had said. If we acted like our being here was normal and nothing to worry about maybe most other people would think so too?

A funny thought crossed my mind, in a way it was like walking around in fetish wear. Don’t act as if you are ashamed but own it and everyone’s reactions will be much more positive. ‘That... actually makes me wonder. How would latex feel on my new body? At least I wouldn’t have to use any lube considering how slimy and wet my skin already is! Haha! I can already see the headlines: Valerie Sherman, Ex-daughter of AFI-CEO, Sea-Witch, and Tentacle Fetish model!’ I couldn’t help it and halfway from my home, I had to actively keep myself from breaking into loud giggles. The idea was just too fantastic, if I wanted to truly piss on my father’s legacy then that was the way to go. Oh, he would be so very furious!

The rest of the way my mind was occupied with imagining myself in various outfits either ones I had seen in fashion magazines or the ones having been on my wish-list for quite a while. Sadly despite owning a single set of latex bra and panties, I had never been able to buy any of them. The fear of my parents discovering them at some point or him using his contacts to spy on my transaction had always been a rather effective deterrent. But now that I had finally decided to break free from my parents' bonds a world of possibility was opening.

This actually made me consider something else. Even if I hadn’t already chosen to leave after this weekend, I most likely wouldn’t even have a choice in the matter. Not only had I already changed far too much for him to ever accept but I had paid a substantial amount of money simply for food. He would rip my head off for such a wasteful expense either way. The last time I had spend so much money on something he deemed worthless, I had almost been send to a boarding- or, even worse, military school. So with my current... body modifications, he would probably find a way to send me straight to prison.

Or at least he could try! If I ended up facing him before I had finally left I would be interesting to see if he would still dare to assault me. ‘Hehehe... maybe I should let him? Or better yet! Lure him out and devour his very being. AH! No. No, stop. I will not be eating people or at least not yet! But I will have to eat something very soon, my stomach is killing me.’ Before I could wave away the thoughts, a deeply chilling shudder went through my whole body the very moment that I realised the truth of what I had just wanted to do. No matter how disturbing the idea had been, I could very clearly tell that it hadn’t come from Mother.

No, this had come from my own desires but not in the way I would have thought. It had been a part of me that was unmistakably me but also not. ‘Has this just been my core influencing me?’ I had heard about some animals with a condensed mana core technically being monsters as they were far more aggressive and acted differently from their non-magical counterparts. But unlike them, I hadn’t just implanted a core into my body... I had replaced the very thing keeping me alive. What did this mean?

Was magic potentially in its very basic form volatile and consuming? That didn’t make a lot of sense as we used it constantly to produce or change energy. If it was as ravenous it would destroy and not make things but from all I had seen it was a building force of the universe. Yet a singular quote from a long-dead but still famous painter came to my mind: Every act of creation is first an act of destruction. What did this mean for our world in the end? I was so immersed in my own thoughts that I had long stopped looking as to where my feet were carrying me. Only when all of a sudden I collided with another person I realized where I had gone.

“Ey! Look where you are going!”

When I looked up it was into the face of a heavily built man wearing what seemed to be a black and silver uniform. It took me a moment to actually realise it but apparently this man was part of Knight Errand. They were something of a private security force and normally operated from the run-aground aircraft-carrier in the Amsterdam harbour or at least what was left of it. Having seen them around once and again, I just shrugged and mumbled an apology. Yet when I attempted to push past the guy a rather forceful grip on my head tentacles made me stop.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going... girly? Guess you are a girl, always hard to tell with you freaks.”

Before I could decide differently my tentacles already had started wrapping around the hand holding them in an almost affectionate manner. Yet I knew that they were not, they were trying to figure out if he was food. The man must have thought it cute because his frown immediately cracked into a broad grin.

“I see you already know your place don’t you? I mean I don’t hate you freaks but you should know who of us is on top. You bunch, at least the cute ones, are a useful cumdump but not much more right?”

Instead of answering, I turned around to face him. Yes, I had decided he was prey but around here it was to busy, too many potential eyes watching us. We needed to go somewhere else, somewhere hidden. And so I smiled. Having his attention I pursed my lips and put an arm beneath my breasts showing off my assets in a better light.

“Holy... Just look at those cocksucker's lips! I bet you just really want a load full of my spunk down your throat, don’t you, little tentacle slut!”

Playing my part I nodded happily. This was exactly what I wanted and maybe a bit more in addition to that. But still, the street was bad. Taking a page out of Mother’s book I pushed gently on his mind whispering the idea of privacy into his thoughts. And like a charm it worked.

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“You know let’s go to my place. It is right around the corner!”

I could see the telling bulge in his pants and my smile widened. His mind had been so easy to influence, maybe I should always hunt horny fools? Seeing him already walk away with a funny sway I quickly followed behind like a loyal puppy. As we came closer to his apartment I let my hair resemble blond locks and used my power to make me less noticeable. It would make me hungrier but that was fine, there was a lot of food in front of me.

“Here we are! Come in quickly, don’t want anyone seeing you!”

I was just about to undress when he already seized my head and made me kneel before him. With a delightful sigh, he opened the fly of his pants. What flopped out was quite a tool! I had not seen a bigger one in person yet, he would provide a nice breakfast! Seeing my eagerness he didn’t even care to wait or asked but basically impaled me on his massive dick. Like the good slut I pretended to be I immediately started sucking and pleasuring him with my tongue. From somewhere above me I heard the click of a cell phone camera but at the moment I was too focused on my task to care.

This was actually quite the fun hunting strategy! Not only didn’t I have to do a lot but I actually got a fair bit of pleasure from sucking his cock. As I had never done this kind of thing before it must have been similar to Clarissa getting off on being humiliated. My Sisters and I truly were a bunch of perverted sluts, weren’t we? Feeling my meal approach his climax I increased my pace.

Finally, with an animalistic pained grunt, the brute released right down my throat shoving "it" way deep down. Thankfully I had managed to inhibit his pain receptors and so he hadn’t felt my acidic saliva corroding his tool. Just before he was about to pull out I looked up with an evil smile and released my mental hold on his feeble mind.

It took several seconds for him to become aware of the pain and realize what was going on. His eyes grew wide first in shock, then in panic but before he could scream I closed my jaws shut and swallowed. Just like with his load, so did his member make its way into the pit of corrosive goo that was my stomach.

The moment I leaned back the blood began spurting out in a bright right fountain. Feeling a bit of pity for the poor guy I quickly reached up to his throat. As I closed my hand around the squishy flesh I could see in delight how my own skin parted to reveal the claws I had grown. Like knives through butter, they cut into muscles, sinews, and any other tissue. Not even a split second after he had lost his manhood he was already on the ground showering everything around him in a beautiful sparkling rain.

I savoured the look on his face for as long as it lasted before I stripped out of my soaked clothes and started to feast. Both of my mouths would be properly fed today!

It took a while for the stupor of my feeding frenzy to lift but when it did I would have almost puked up all my more feral-self had just shoved down my throats. I would have liked to call what was in front of me a corpse but by all accounts, "desiccated carcass" was more fitting. I didn’t look too closely but seeing how round my tummy was, I must have chewed down most of the organs and muscle tissue from my... prey. It wasn’t helping that, even while my mind was repulsed by the sight before me, my body wasn’t fazed in the slightest.

As the disparity between my actions and my thoughts soon grew too much to bear, I retreated from the massacre towards my bag and clothing. All of it was stained in a deep crimson and worse looking down I noticed how even my body was drained from head to toe. The one thing I couldn’t help but find funny despite the situation was how my changed body parts tried resembling the red splotches on skin-tone theme I had currently going on. Whatever part of my subconscious was controlling the colour at least it had a sense of humour.

Knowing that I couldn’t really run around on the street naked and covered from head to toe in blood I searched the small apartment for two things: Clothes and a shower. Finding what I had been looking for rather quickly I also checked my phone for any messages. Still, Tanya had not reacted to my message; I was actually starting to worry now. Not only was she my closest friend but I had hoped to rely on her once my change was over. The only other message was from Adrian; unlike my other boyfriends, he actually cared a lot about my feelings and seemed to have an innate sense of when I was in trouble. It was a shame that I would have to let him go, he had made a fine mate and an even better study partner.

Quickly sending him some nondescript stuff about how I was fine but feeling a bit under the weather I shut off my phone and stepped into the welcomingly warm shower. The terrified shaking I had tried to ignore till now finally died down when the stream began washing away any trace of the abominable deed I had committed. A low sigh escaped me as I thought about what I had done. If it ever came to live that it had been me doing this prison would be the least of my worries. Relaxing for another few minutes in my favourite element I finally decided that it was time.

I stepped out of the bath and put on some of the clothes from the guy I had just killed. Willing my tentacles back I to the semblance of a ponytail and rolling up my sleeves I began cleaning up my mess. The first thing to do was getting rid of any trace of me being here. Thankfully I didn’t have to worry about stray hair or fingerprints as I had neither of those.

What was worrying me the most was the magical residue that might linger around for a few days still. Any good mage should be able to trace it back to me once they matched my signature. It wouldn’t have been a problem with the magic I used before but this new one was very deeply affected by Mother. I was rather sure that enough of it in a singular place over a longer period should even be able to be sensed by non-awakened people.

Therefore I would have to find a way for the body not to be discovered until the residue had decayed. So burning down the house was not really an option... or was it? Maybe it would cover how the man had died but even then I would have to hope for them not getting a mage on the scene. No, the risk of both the idea not working as intended and being discovered was too high. I had to think of something else. As I was walking up and down the small flat the lingering smell of blood gave me an idea.

What if I didn’t have to destroy the corpse but simply keep it hidden for a while? Once the thought had come up I had already started searching for anything I would need. First and foremost I closed the window blinds and started taking as many out as many garbage bags as I could find. At least I didn’t really have a hard time separating the body into parts considering how much I had already mutilated it.

After several minutes of using whatever methods available to me, I was looking at far more manageable pieces. The next step was wrapping them up like presents. While a disgraceful and somewhat disgusting work, it was better than prison in my opinion. All wrapped up the scene didn’t look quite as gory anymore. If one ignored the smell and ludicrous amount of blood everywhere it was almost homely!

Next up I carried the little packages to the bath where I dumped them into the very same shower I had just used to clean myself. The rest would mostly be busywork. Gathering together any alcohol and cleaning supplies I plugged the shower and began pouring them in. Making sure that all the parts where covered I took the rest of my mixture and began scrubbing the floor clean of the biggest puddles and splatters of gore.

An hour later I was both sweaty and mentally drained when the ringing of a phone made me stop in my tracks. That hadn’t been my phone! Frantically I searched around and finally found the object in question on the kitchen table. A message from his work? Ha! The idiot didn’t even lock his phone! Oh well, guess it looks like he got smashed and decided to take a few days off. After sending the message I had thought up, I turned the device around and removed both sim and memory card. Once I had made them useless and smashed the smartphone on the ground I was satisfied. ‘What else could I do? Oh, I know!’

I was already a murderer by now so I didn’t really feel bad about the next part. I grabbed one of the man's suitcases and put my stuff in it before also grabbing anything valuable from his apartment and put them in there too. Maybe this would make it look like a robbery gone bad or maybe not; either way I was not going to pass on the chance at a bit more spending money!

Feeling both physically and emotionally done for after the full hour of covering my murder scene, I decided that this was as good to covering my mistake as I would come. Another sigh escaped me aside tool the suitcase and pulled on my connection to Mother to once again shield me from the notice if others. Honestly, I just wanted to go home and forget any of this had actually happened. ‘Hopefully, Clarissa didn’t skip breakfast. I don’t even want to think about that mess.’

“Oh well, thanks for everything dude who's name I never even got. I would say sorry but honestly... you were kind of a dick and deserved it.” Without another word I left the flat and started walking home, that corpse was someone else’s problem now!