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Ian, a big-built bull is left lethargic, bed stricken, and weak. Feverish war raging inside his body ingraining a hellish level of fatigue to the point of him barely being able to move. Absent-mindedly he leaves his phone charger downstairs and doesn't realize it until it's dead, of course waking up after a nap feeling even worse and needing to call an ambulance.

"Shit." He thought, trying to move, he couldn't, body was too weak to do anything other than lay there and breathe. Hours passed with Ian nodding in and out of consciousness, condition worsening until dread began creeping in, the feeling of inching his way toward Death's cool smooth doorstep. Anything to cool off at this point and not feel like hot dog ass, Ian looked to the cloudy sky above just outside his bedroom window,

"God even if it down poured through my window I'd take it." Thick scent of water wafting into his room yet he was as hot and dry as a pile of bones fresh from a furnace.

"Anything." He thought, relatively giving up on the waking world and trying to sleep again. Maybe he'd feel better after this one, maybe he wouldn't wake up, literally almost anything to not feel like this. Thunder cracked the sky outside and immediate relief washed over him, laying there eyes shut and smiling having found an oasis in the desert.

"Oh thank you." Praising whatever sky daddy had heard him, a large cool drop hitting the crest of his forehead and Ian caved. Body going completely lax as that one singular drop seemed to emanate serenity all over him. Another droplet hit his right cheek, then the left, each sending a new wave of calm all over, slowly realizing the multitudes pressing against him weren't dissipating, he looked outside and wished he hadn't. There was no rain, not much more than enough to make a soothing sound, this is where Ian's eyes fell south, a writhing mass of solid green tentacles as big as himself stood perched almost weightlessly just over him.

"Hello Ian." The bull starred to a lone tentacle starring him right back, not but mere inches from touching his nose ring, larger body slowly moving over but not touching a single inch of his fur.

"I've been watching since you've moved in, the previous renter of this dwelling summoned me but never really made a successful binding attempt. You may call me Ellie, and I'll make you a deal, I've heard so many blissful stories of the sights and wonders of your world but as it stands I could never leave here without being bound to a host. You on the other hand aren't fit to even raise a limb and soon, won't be much more than a piece of food, so I'll make you a deal. You bind with me as my host and together we'll see and experience things neither of our realms could hope to achieve. That or I can let sickness claim you." Ian's breathing elevated, chest huffing in an attempt to yell yet nothing other than gurgled wheezes came forth.

"No need to speak, a mind flayer decided to participate in my bloodline so we can speak via telepathy and no need to panic, your choices are hosting me or die and THEN be eaten. Otherwise, you wouldn't be seeing me." Ian was beside himself, inner voice awestruck silent at the sheer sight of this, of this THING, let alone that it had been watching him or what it had said. Merely starring back, speechless, feeling the would-be hosts hesitance,

"Oh come on Ian, this is a great opportunity, for both of us. We can have a chance to live a life neither of us dreamt possible, plus... I know what you like." The tentacled mass lay upon Ian's exhausted body, weight similar to another, slightly smaller bovine body its writhing tentacles quick to explore and massage every torched muscle it found in ways unknown to even the finest masseuse. Ian's already limp body transitioned to that of a feather, he felt completely light as if he didn't weigh 186lbs instead completely weightless. Mind switching off, the last thing he saw was the same lone tentacle starring back at him, lunging for a nostril then blackness, eyes opening to a limp bovine he'd fancied from campus.

"Christine?" He bellowed, confused and curious, the world around them a complete white void, her soft light brown fur stirred with a soft giggle, eyes opening to transfix with his own.

" Ellie, remember? I know what you like, and you can't stop thinking about this girl." She postured herself over Ian, grabbing his hardening dick and sliding him right between her slick snug lips.

"Like I said, we can experience a life neither of us thought possible." Ian grappled her hips, running both strong hands up her supple sides, moving to grope and tweak her soft breasts while her insides gripped, milking his throbbing shaft. In reality, Ian had two wriggling navy green tentacles filling his ears, nose, mouth, ass, urethra, with a rather plump open-ended vulva-themed tentacle sliding up and down his throbbing manhood while every other worming limb snuck its way painlessly under bull fur. Eyes rolling back to nothing but the whites, he couldn't help getting lost in the moment, girl of his dreams riding his cock bareback, hot merciless thumping hips, moans conjoining toward the height of physical bliss. Balls releasing a torrent unto the eagerly awaiting and receptive womb of Christina. Reality reflecting the grim distorted view of a half-dead bull busting a phat nut into a larger than normal tentacle amongst a slew of tentacles.

"That's all I needed, sleep Ian, tomorrow we begin the rest of our lives, in eternity." Ian fell asleep to those words blurring off from the distance. Waking to his room as it was when he passed out, looking around and feeling completely normal, even better than normal in fact, energized even. Slipping a toothbrush in his mouth, realizing what time it was.

"Shit, not much time for breakfast, I better get down to the shop and go big on lunch." Rushing the toothbrushing and quick rinse of the mouth, Ian decided to give a quick post-sick flex given after every time he was sick in his life he'd lost a good bit of weight. Inhaling while raising both arms at his sides to holding and pressing the breath up into his pecs, Ian looked absolutely jacked, slimmed down to nothing but muscle, arching biceps, boulders for shoulders, chiseled pecs, and abs, he'd never had abs at any point in his life. Trying on a few different poses before settling on a traditional pose, arms curled in, pecs flexed taught with stomach sucked in, and pressed as hard as he could, eyes wide at the spectacle mirrored back at him, wriggling tentacle beast worming every mile of vieny goodness just under his fur at peak vanity. Ian freaked falling back toward the tub behind him, standing back up pulling a cheek down in the mirror, a small green tentacle wriggling up between eyeball and lid waving back at him, the rest of the little green worm tracing down into his cheek.

Never had such a lone being screamed so loudly in a screen shot panning away from a domicile. Ian looked in the mirror wide-eyed and panicked,

"Had it all been real? Was he still sick, delusioned in bed?" A sudden calm washed over him, heart going from racing to chill, every inch of his fur growing taught and tone in the instant, every one of his veins deciding to wave at him. A lone tentacle slipping from his right nostril to curve up and stare back at him,

"Hello Ian." The bull starred back with silence, fur pressed against bathroom shower tiling.

"Yes, it was and I am quite real." Ian starred back, thoughts coming to with only 3 words.

"So what now?" He didn't know what to expect or even think as far as answer, the world and life he'd known, it was all permanently changed.

"Well for one, you no longer need to work. If you need money just head to the bank and we can walk out with all the money you'll ever need." Ian's lips frowned in surprised approval, overall that didn't sound too bad.

"Okay, then what are we doing today?" He queried not expecting a solid direction or answer.

"And for two. . ." Ian immediately began feeling higher than he'd ever felt before in his life, he'd been a stoning metal worker for nigh six years running but holy Jesus, wax dabs and full chested gravity hits had nothing on the warm heavenly euphoria now flooding every inch of himself.

"I know you enjoy this feeling, and since you blew the smoke out of your window, I sort of caught and kept a good bit of each strand." He slunked, immediately too high to move suffering an "Indica couch" moment, watching and reeling as his skin crawled right out of him. Veins splitting the fur as tentacles converged into a large mass just smaller than himself, wriggling ball transforming into the delightfully feminine female he'd seen last night.

"Ellie?" He asked, her eyes flicking open with an equally intense burnt piss-yellow stare, lips stained a sexy shade of black.

"Now you're getting it." She smiled, reaching up to grab his mane, pulling them together for a deep lip lock, chuckling softly feeling Ian's heart race.

"For today, let's just get better acquainted." Twiddling a pointer finger gently in the fur just above Ian's right horn.

"Now carry me to bed." Ian went from zombie to superman within seconds of her words, still high as a kite but stepping forward from his stance and raising Ellie with ease. Catching himself in the mirror and smiling, sight of him carrying a literal monster running the gamut of everything from sexy and twisted to an oddly horrifying slice of heaven.

"Lay down, you're on bottom duty, today." Ellie giggled in his ear, the bull spinning collapsing the pair into his people eater cushion of a bed, her on top. Drag racing into the throws of ever-deepening lip lock once again, Ian felt her smaller timid tongue test the waters of his muzzle courting and inviting Ellie deeper, soon softly gagging on that effeminate tongue slipping over his own and bulging the throat. Ian's eyes fluttered, the fullness and closeness of his maw locked with Ellies was something he'd only ever dreamt of, feeling himself with arms grappling around her back and running their way down to grab her ass, making biscuits with each handful. Their playful lusting persisting with a good bit of exploration from both parties, new sensations found in licks, nips, pinches, grabs, and gropes. Ellie ending the foreplay slinging her right leg gymnast style upward anchoring her hoof to the wall cornering their bed, opposite knee keeping her upright.

Slick bovine cunt drooling long strands of anticipation down over Ian's throbbing manhood and groin, scent wafting upward to hit him like a freedom truck, yet to his dismay, 3 smaller tentacles slithered from her shiny lips, all three together smaller than a pen extending down toward his tip. Ian thought to protest but was quelled as soon as the first one found his piss slit, worming its way directly into his bladder and coiling into a knot, added pressure to his throbbing hog a unique delight, only exacerbated by tentacles two and three.

"Ahh, . . Oh fuck" Ian's abs curled as he moaned and called, Ellie looking down at her handy work pleased.

"Well if you loved that then. ." Ellie smiled, several more writhing wrigglers peaking from her slick cunny before dismounting her hoof from the wall to hilt Ian, their groins joined in one swift smooth motion, Ian's cock filled with a total of five skinny slick pieces of living velvet. Otherworldy monster and earthly bull sharing the same heated lust driving them to bang hip bones with a fervor the heavens laugh at and hell envies, grappling each others various handholds to slap skin in new ways. Ian's dick packed full of tentacles, a speedy checkout five-pen pack of slick living worms fighting and thrusting against each other in his urethra while Ellie's wet warm walls clamped the outer walls of this fortunate souls pork cannon. Ellie raising and dropping herself slapping her new hosts hips with her current chosen form, enjoying the shared felt lust and pleasure, taking part in her newly attached mortal coil, both reaching pleasures peak hand in hand and jumping off allah Thelma and Louise, to plummet into the pits of post-coital existence.

"Mmm, so this is what that's like." Ellie hummed into Ian's chest fur, twirling a digit around his right nipple, her coital tentacles still lodged full in his cock soaking up every bit of sperm unleashed from the very sack, shaft kept hard between her lips. Ian held both arms wrapped around her back, multiple fantasies and feelings realized in the strangest of ways yet he kept the monster that'd saved him held close, unwanting to loosen his grip, even to relax.

"So now we start our lives?" Ian spoke, the only idea that made any sense of the passed few days, Ellie smiled, shutting her eyes and nodding into his chest as slumber eventually took them both.