Roxanne (The Extreme Body Mod Clinic)

Chapter 6

Sarah's tentacles

Roxanne was dozing on the bed when the phone in her room rang and she answered.

The doctor ordered her to come, dressed in a nurse's uniform, to the main surgery.

She wore what the doctor had prescribed and that is the light pink stockings, the black rubber garter belt, the transparent rubber panties, the white coat and the wig.

Finally he had to resign himself to putting on the very high heels that Valentine normally wore.

He took them from the closet and looked at them with fear.

No, she wouldn't be able to walk in heels like that. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to get his feet in it. The position to which the shoe forced the foot was absurd, the toes were horizontal at floor level, the sole of the foot was forced to bend at a right angle and the heel, supported by the dizzying heel, was almost vertical with respect to the sole.

He tried to stand up and nearly fell to the ground.

Walking with those so on her feet was very difficult for her too, for years accustomed to high heels.

He took the first step and tried to balance himself so as not to fall, his feet were subjected to an unnatural twist.

He noticed that in order to walk it was necessary to wander in a marked way, as he had seen Valentine do. In order not to fall, it was necessary to keep the weight of the body on a specific point, and only by hovering could he do it.

He left his room and started walking in the corridors of the clinic walking carefully.

The noise produced by the heels was a loud clicking sound that echoed in the empty corridors.

He arrived at the clinic and entered.

The doctor was beside the cot where Sarah, the octopus woman, was still sleeping.

Following the doctor's orders, he removed the sheet that covered it and discovered the tentacles. He suppressed a revulsion when he saw them. The eight pink appendages were arranged on the bed and the ends, too long for the bed, fell from the front edge.

The fluids that impregnated the internal surface, left a wet trace on the sheet.

The doctor gave her an injection to her arm and after a few minutes the woman opened her almond-shaped eyes that stood out on her delicate face.

- Hi Sarah, how are you feeling? asked the doctor.

The woman, still under the influence of sedatives, replied with a weak whisper.

After a while the effects stopped and the woman became more lucid.

He raised his head to look at the tentacles and smiled happily.

The doctor was checking the perfect rooting of the suckers he had implanted on the tentacles.

He picked them up one at a time and looked at them carefully.

- Try moving this. he said to the woman.

She obeyed by moving one of the tentacles disorderly.

- You need to learn to control your new ends as if you were to learn to walk. You will need a lot of exercises and patience.

I entrust you to the care of Roxanne, our new nurse, she will assist you in everything you need.

Roxanne was horrified at the thought of having to look after that creature with slimy tentacles, but she didn't show it.

The gaze of the oriental woman settled on Roxanne and thanked her with a nod.

- Roxanne, bring Sarah to her room and start her rehabilitation exercises, you will find what is needed in her room.

The doctor left.

Left alone with Sarah, Roxanne studied how to lift the woman and place her on the nearby wheelchair. It made her disgust to have to touch the tentacles, so she wrapped them with a sheet. He passed his arm behind his back and with the other arm he lifted the tentacles wrapped in fabric. The woman did not weigh much and managed to put her in a wheelchair without difficulty.

The Oriental woman spoke fairly good English, with her high pitched and chanting voice she thanked Roxanne continuously for her kindness.

He led her to the assigned room which was full of equipment similar to exercise equipment.

To put her to bed she had to take her by the arms again and lift her up. In doing so the sheet fell to the ground and his arm found itself clutching the sprawling mass. Touching the damp and slimy matter of the tentacles, I almost let go. Overcoming the revulsion he managed to make her sit on the bed.

Sarah noticed it and was hurt, an expression of disappointment appeared on her face.

- Do my legs suck? he asked Roxanne.

- But those things you have attached to your body are not legs! They are octopus tentacles and also have a slimy appearance!

- In my country octopuses are considered sacred and they don't suck anyone - Sarah replied.

- Courage, try to touch them again and you will see that you will like them.

The Oriental was sitting on the bed with cushions behind her back, the inert tentacles were stretched out on the bed, lined up in front of her.

Roxanne took courage and put her hand close to touch one of the tentacles.

He shivered when he touched the surface, but forced himself to think that after all he was touching the skin that once covered the woman's legs.

The tentacles were smooth and velvety, the outer skin was pink like normal skin and was not slimy to the touch. They were soft and yielding, bones were not felt inside.

Only the inner side was damp and slippery due to the secretions that descended from the sexual organ placed at the attachment of the tentacles. The disgust had disappeared and Roxanne curiously felt the woman's appendages.

The suckers that covered the inside of the tentacles were elastic like rubber. He tried to press the palm of his hand against one of them and it remained glued.

He took his hand away and with a snap he took it off. '

- Sorry, I'm still not able to control my tentacles, I didn't want to scare you. Sarah said, looking sorry.

- Please help me learn. -

Sarah's medical record was on the bed, she took it and read it carefully.

It was a series of psychomotor rehabilitation exercises to get Sarah used to checking her new organs.

Roxanne decided to start immediately.

He explained to Sarah that the nerve endings connected to the muscles were not exactly like those of the legs and that she would have to patiently find what commands to give to the tentacles in order to move them in the desired direction.

He asked Sarah to move one of the tentacles as if she had bent her foot. One of the tentacles rolled up on itself.

- Try now to bend the knee. One of the upper tentacles rose. '

They stayed a few hours to try the movements until the woman managed to decently control her extremities. He was already able to extend all the tentacles and flex them in the desired direction.

The woman was happy as a child struggling with a toy she had just received as a gift.

They then moved on to the first exercise on the machines. Roxanne took the woman's body in her arms and carried her near one of the cars. This time he touched the tentacles without disgust.

The shaped seat of the machine was made with a vertical cylinder of polished metal of about 40 centimeters in diameter. The upper end was rounded and had a hemispherical shape.

Roxanne helped Sarah cling to a vertical bar above the machine, positioned her sexual organ at the top of the cylinder and dropped over it.

The cylinder entered the cavity which widened and expanded. Sarah's belly had a slight protrusion. Only the lower end of the cylinder protruded from under the tentacles and was fixed to the floor with a sturdy metal frame.

It almost seemed that Sarah was dressed in a long pink fabric skirt, so tight that it wrapped her legs.

The filling sensation given by the steel cylinder in her belly caused an intense pleasure in Sarah, a quiver ran through her body and made the tentacles tremble.

Her expression hinted that she was close to orgasm.

Roxanne helped Sarah to insert the ends of the six tentacles in the special handles and fixed them with straps.

By pulling the handles, a pulley system lifted weights and served and strengthened the muscles of the tentacles.

He let Sarah continue the exercise for about an hour. Then he helped her slide out of the cylinder she was literally impaled on and put her back to bed.

Roxanne was ordered to stay with Sarah all the time to help her in case of trouble. They had dinner together and at night slept on the other bed in the room.

In the following days, while following her in her exercises, Roxanne got to know Sarah in depth. It originated from a small Pacific island, east of the Philippines.

His people were devoted to fishing, and local religious beliefs considered octopuses sacred.

They were feared and respected because many times they had attacked boats and killed fishermen.

An ancient belief said that the spirits of the dead lived in them.

His people loved octopuses and tradition wanted the deity to be embodied by a woman.

Sara told her story:

- Every thirty years, the first child born after the day of the summer solstice was destined to sacrifice to symbolize the octopus.

On the day she turned twenty, her legs were amputated near the groin and in their place the tentacles of an octopus were applied, after having treated them with embalming substances. Of course, despite being adored and served by a crowd of handmaids, the woman was forced to total immobility.

On the other hand, one of his tasks was to initiate the young people of the island into sex when they became men.

The first sexual intercourse of each young man was reserved for the octopus woman, not a small privilege.

The doctors heard about our tradition and came to our island.

When he learned that I was destined to become the next octopus woman, he proposed to my father to equip me with real tentacles, alive and mobile.

At first my father remained doubtful, but then the doctor managed to convince him and took me with him to this clinic.

Two weeks ago the doctor turned my legs into these wonderful tentacles.

Soon I will return to my island and be worshiped like a goddess.

I'll be the first real octopus woman.

After a few days, Sara had learned to use the tentacles and was quite self-sufficient.

He could rise up on them and take a few steps in his room.

The term "step" was not very exact, however, Sara could precisely support herself on the tentacles and crawled slowly over them until they moved.

One morning when Roxanne woke up, I found her that way. He was in the small upright bathroom and admired himself in the mirror.

The ends of the tentacles were folded and resting on the floor.

The thicker part of the tentacles supported his body.

When he heard her behind him, Sara turned and smiled at Roxanne.

- Hello! did you see what progress? This morning I tried to walk alone and came up to the bathroom. The tentacles manage to support me well, but now I'm a little tired.

Roxanne helped the woman back to bed, holding her up under her shoulders as she crawled slowly over the tentacles.

Roxanne washed and then put on her lab coat, stockings, wig and hellish shoes.

He sat down on the bed next to Sara and she introduced one of the tentacles under Roxanne's gown.

She was used to Sara's jokes but this time on the woman's face there was the usual smile but an expression of intense desire.

He licked his shiny lips and pinched his nipples, while with a tentacle he explored inside Roxanne's lab coat.

Helping himself with another tentacle he managed to open the buttons and the breast came out.

He watched with lust the rings and pendants that Roxanne wore to her nipples.

Always with the tentacles, he touched them and pulled them to see if they were just resting.

They did not come away and surrendered to the fact that they were really inserted into the nipples.

He placed one of the suckers on the dark areola and sucked.

Roxanne felt her nipples stiffen as if someone was sucking them hard.

He freed himself from his lab coat and began to massage Sara's tentacles reaching the sexual organ which was dripping with secretions and was expanding in an impressive way.

During the operation, the doctor had removed the bones of the pelvis and Sara's ventral cavity was able to expand enormously. The tentacles were impregnated with slippery liquid like Roxanne had never seen them. Sara stretched the tentacles and tried to wrap the nurse in their coils.

Roxanne excitedly let her do it and made the mistake of allowing her tentacles to completely envelop her. Her arms were immobilized by one of the tentacles, while with the others, Sara was dragging her towards the opening of her sexual organ which had further dilated.

Roxanne tried to resist, the prospect of being swallowed by an octopus terrified her.

One of the tentacles had entered Roxanne's vulva and was struggling furiously.

Another was entering her anus.

Sara was in the midst of sexual frenzy, with a tentacle she dropped her shoes from her feet and forced her to bend her knees so as to assume a collected position.

Roxanne tried to free herself, but the grasp of the tentacle was too powerful and she found herself completely helpless. I tried to scream but immediately a sucker landed on her mouth and shut her up. Her body was slowly sliding into Sara's ventral cavity.

The feet and knees had already disappeared inside and pushed by the tentacles, even the thighs and the butt were sinking into that abyss. The sphincter throbbed and dilated to accommodate Roxanne's body inside. In less than a minute, his arms and chest were also swallowed.

Roxanne was paralyzed with terror, only her head protruded from Sara's sexual organ, dilated to the maximum. The meat ring surrounded her neck and prevented her from going out.

Her body was wrapped in Sara's belly membrane and was so tense and sturdy that no movement was allowed. The tentacles danced around his head, in the frenzy of coitus. Violent pulsations shook her body and Sara let out a wild scream.

Roxanne noticed that the pressure of the tentacles had diminished and struggled to get out of the cavity that wrapped it. The octopus woman offered no resistance and she struggled to slide out, pushing on her legs and pushing outward.

Slowly he freed himself from that deadly embrace and fell to the floor.

his body dripped with a pinkish, slimy, musky-smelling secretion.

He was about to pounce furiously on Sara when he realized that the woman had fallen into a heavy sleep. He had a blissful and satisfied expression on his face. He postponed 'until the scene and took a shower to get rid of the intense smell with which it was impregnated and dressed'.

A few hours later Sara woke up and smiled at Roxanne as if nothing had happened.

When she saw the terribly serious and angry expression of the nurse, her face contracted into a mask of displeasure.

- Maybe I let myself go a little earlier, I'm sorry I scared you. You know, when my sexual organ opens to welcome something, I feel an intense desire that makes me lose my mind. I would like to enlarge it more and more, and when I took you by the feet I could no longer stop. Anyway, I left your head out so as not to suffocate you!

She said it with such innocence that Roxanne didn't feel like 'being angry and forgiving'.

An understanding smile appeared on his face.

From that time, however, she was careful not to get caught by Sara's tentacles.