Safety is for Suckers - Chapter 2

Silently Silvia stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding with an odd mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. Her bangs fell across her forehead, momentarily obscuring her view of the strange reality she had come to face. Gazing into the mirror, she was struck by the uncanny sight that met her: several octopus suckers adorned the inner parts of her legs, from her groin, down the thighs midway, and around to the crease of her butt.

Silvia raised her right leg slowly, allowing her foot to rest against the edge of the storage trunk as she leaned closer to her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with fear. Could it be true? Had she truly pulled it off? The suckers were about an inch across, slightly darker and standing just above the surface of her skin. They writhed and shifted, each movement a reminder of their cephalopodic nature.

Her suckers undulated rhythmically, a mesmerizing dance that seemed separate from her will. Each suction cup would stretch and contract, revealing delicate ridges and patterns that flared open and closed, almost like the petals of an exotic flower. Their glossy, slippery texture shimmered in the light, accentuating the curves of her legs. 

Her fingertips brushed a sucker on her inner thigh, the sensation tingled through her body; she gasped as it latched on momentarily to her finger before releasing with a soft, wet sound. As though teasing her with hints of a new identity. Her nipples hardened and the hairs on her skin rose in response as Silvia allowed herself to explore further. Her fingers rubbing against more of the suckers. She gasped as she felt them move, attaching themselves up and down her hands and sending shivers down her spine. They were surprisingly strong, and she could feel the slight suction even up through her hips pulling her labia. Every little twitch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.

Her arousal was too much to ignore, She was wet, They were wet, and the feeling of her own slickness only heightened her arousal. She reached down between her legs and gently parted her folds. Starting to circle her clit with her fingers and feeling the tension build in her body, Silvia felt an unfamiliar sense of control over the altered portions of her body. When she flexed her inner muscles, the suckers responded with a subtle ripple— but not just her suckers, her labia responded to her mind’s command with an exquisite fluidity that mimicked the suckers. It was wild and intoxicating! She inserted her finger into her vagina, feeling it squeeze tightly around and gently pulling her finger deeper inside. She added a second finger, and then a third, filling herself up and stretching herself wide. Her vaginal walls responded, squeezing her fingers together and pulling rhythmically as if milking her digits. Lost in the flexing and contracting of her sex around her fingers, her breath quickened. Silvia could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing up and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Biting her lip, Silvia turned her attention to the mirror once more. There was a strange power in her changed reflection, one that filled her with confidence. Her fingers moved faster and faster in and out; while her labia flexed and pulled and contracted. With a gasp and a moan, she came, her body shuddering with pleasure. All of her suckers squeezing tight and then slowly relaxing. When it was over, Silvia was left breathless and trembling, still in shock at what had just happened.

She flopped onto her bunk, her body still humming with energy. The metal frame creaked slightly beneath her weight, the thin mattress offering no semblance of comfort as she caught her breath. She could have spent all afternoon lying there but a knock came from her door.

“Do you need anything? Are you feeling okay?” It was Calvin. Silvia smiled, Calvin was always nice and considerate to her. “Yeah, I'm feeling alot better now. I just needed to lie down a little bit. I’ll be in the lab in a minute, "she replied. 

“Okay. but If you're not feeling well you can go up with Dr. Reed in the morning. I’ll stay here.” He offered. 

She pushed herself up, the suckers on her thighs momentarily sticking to the bunk's fabric before releasing as if to urge her back. Silvia straightened her shirt, smoothing down the creases as she gathered her thoughts. “No really, I'm fine, don't worry!”

With a resolute exhale, Silvia looked at her reflection again. Her shorts wouldn’t cover up all her suckers. So she slid on her pair of sweatpants. Instantly, the soft fabric brushed against the suckers on her thighs. A shy shiver ran through her, the sensations were so foreign yet becoming delightfully familiar. She felt the pulsing warmth of the suckers pressing against the fabric, distinctly aware of their gentle contractions against the material. The sensation was still exciting, the intimacy of it all. She could feel each tiny sucker as they explored the contours of the fabric. Like delicate fingertips discovering a new landscape. It was clear that if she concentrated she had some control of her new suckers. Yet they still had a mind of their own the rest of the time.

But as Silvia walked to the lab, with each step she could feel the fabric of her sweatpants brushing against her suckers, sending waves of ticklish sensations throughout her body. It was a strange, sexy, and distracting feeling that made it difficult for her to focus on her way back to the specimen lab.

"Mmmmhhn, these things are… Ohhhhmm! …driving me crazy," she muttered to herself as she shifted uncomfortably back into her chair. She was trying to finish up cataloging the octopus that she had used to start her gene modification that morning, but the constant stimulation from her suckers was making it difficult to think about anything other than their incessant movement. “Stay focused,” she chided herself, but even crossing her legs or leaning slightly, would cause the fabric to brush against her suckers again, sending spirals of tingling caressing sensations up her spine, followed by a lustful heat that radiated through her body.

After just barely an hour she finally stood up, her swimsuit pulling tight against her chest as she moved. She just couldn't take it anymore. "I need something," She decided. Sivila pulled at her top relieving some discomfort and quickened her pace as her suckers rubbed together with her stride. She gasped with her steps making her way to the med bay.

Inside the sterile white room filled with bottles and vials, she found what she was looking for: a bottle of numbing agent that they used for fish and other marine life. She picked it up and read the label. Quickly scanning the uses on the bottle her eyes found ‘cephalopod dose’ in the bottom margin. 

After some brief hesitation, she entered the small examination area and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Silvia took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she removed her sweatpants. A wave of vulnerability washed over her as she looked down at her inner thighs, the suckers standing out starkly against her skin. Each one was a soft, fleshy disk, that seemed to pulse gently in response to her gaze. They were beautiful, and she couldn’t deny an admiration for her unique body. The strangeness mixed with an exhilarating sense of empowerment. She knew that this whole thing was terribly risky. But so far her gamble had paid off. 

As she looked down she noticed that her suckers extended further down her leg than this morning. Not just on her thighs now they extended just past her knees. Working her way back up her reflection she also noted that her swimsuit looked stretched in a couple of places. Her mound was so swollen that it made a distinct camel toe on her suit, which puckered and contracted slightly as she stared at it. Causing another surge of arousal to pass through her body. Her nipples stiffened quickly at the feeling and drew Silvia’s attention to the top of her swimsuit. Her breasts indeed looked fuller but her nipples were definitely swollen. She was sweating and getting turned on by how powerful her reflection looked.

“I can't keep this up forever” Silvia thought. If she hid away all day it would draw attention to her and she couldn't get caught yet. She wasn't finished yet.

With a careful touch, she applied the numbing gel to the inside of her legs and the suckers, the cool liquid absorbing into her skin. A weird sensation unfolded as the numbness began to take effect. The feeling in her legs felt distant as the pulsing sensations dulled, but strangely, they began to shift rather than dissipate entirely. The soft tingles, once overwhelming, transformed into a warm, dull, fuzzy sensation that settled into her hips and thighs.

She began to experiment making sure the medicine was working, by lightly pressing her fingers against a sucker, the motion slowed as it contracted yet still sent ripples through her body. The numbness masked the intensity. However, beneath the numbness lay an undeniable thrill that she could not ignore. Each gentle touch sent vibrations that made her breath hitch in her throat.

A sudden realization washed over her: she wanted to savor this transition as she said goodbye to her former life. The pleasure of the sensations had made it where she couldn't really explore her body, but this moment was different. In this peculiar state, she felt liberated, free to explore the depths of her own sensations without being overwhelmed by arousal. Curiosity flickered in her heart.

Silvia allowed her fingers to glide over the suckers with newfound freedom. Eyes examining every inch, she explored the contours and textures, feeling between the soft surfaces yielding slightly beneath her touch. The familiar rush of electric sensation, dulled yet tantalizing enough to keep her attention riveted. Throughout it all the sensitivity of her suckers was unexpected but her body was becoming exactly what she hoped for. What she was risking everything for. Yet as much as she longed to stare at her suckers and the way they moved longer she needed to get back to the lab.

Silvia returned to the work that should have consumed much of her day. It was crucial that the team feel confident that they could leave her alone for a couple days. And in spite of the numbness adding a heaviness to her legs, by the end of the afternoon the work was done.

“Silvia! Dinner’s ready!” Calvin called from the hallway, his voice breaking her concentration. She pulled the faded gray sweatpants tighter around her waist and smoothed her shirt down, careful not to draw attention to her lower half as she made her way to the galley.The scent of ramen wafted through the narrow corridor. Silvia's stomach grumbled, she had been experiencing so many new things she didn't realize how hungry she was.

“Dinner time?” she asked, trying to inject a note of cheer into her voice as she entered the galley. Dr. Reed looked up from his notes. “Hey, Silvia! Just in time. How are you feeling? We were just talking about the plan to head back to the surface.” His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them back up with a quick, impatient movement.

“It's definitely going to be early tomorrow. They’re forecasting a storm” Calvin chimed in “not too worrying, it is supposed to go east of us, but they can be unpredictable this time of year.” He said gently as if to suggest the storm wouldn’t actually affect them, but there was an edge in his voice that made Silvia uneasy.

“A storm?” she repeated, her mind racing, the last thing she wanted was a storm to keep them from leaving. “But you don’t think it’ll come here?”

“Not likely,” Calvin assured her, leaning back and crossing his arms. “But we should be prepared. I don’t want to get caught on the support ship in those waves. You know how it goes, keel over and no amount of dramamine will help.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Silvia chuckled, trying to mask the tremor in her voice as she sat down beside him, the numbing agent must have started to wear off. Silvia’s mind started to wander as she looked at him, imagining how it would feel to have him close, the suckers on her thighs teasing him in ways she only dared to fantasize about.

"What about you, Silvia? You’ve been a little quiet today. Felt like we didn’t see you at all before lunch," Dr. Reed said, breaking Silvia’s train of thought. 

"Oh, um, just thinking about the research," she replied, forcing a smile. "A lot to consider, especially with your plans to return topside." She looked at Calvin nodding in agreement. She had always found Calvin attractive but this feeling was certainly new… but not necessarily unwelcome.

Aside from the delicious ramen, the rest of dinner felt like an eternity. Filled with casual banter and laughter between her two crewmates, yet beneath the surface, Silvia felt the weight of her secret throbbing from her thighs. The way her body responded at the very thought of Calvin was intoxicating, heightening her anxiety and arousal all at once.

“I’m exhausted,” Silvia said, feeling a familiar heat start to build, along with a puckering that she needed to stop. “I’ll see you both in the morning.” She stood quickly, collecting her empty bowl and walking it over to the small sink, careful to avoid drawing any attention to her rear. With a quick wave, she slipped out of the galley.

Silvia made her way back through the narrow corridors of the sealab to her bunk. Once inside her small room, She closed the door securely behind her and leaned against it for a moment, the isolation settling around her like a cloak. With a deep breath, she approached her bed, the sheets still disheveled from her afternoon. She was exhausted from everything that had happened today. 

She glanced over to the desk where her laptop glowed faintly in the darkened room. something didn't look right about it. The thumb drive—the one containing the gene sequencer backdoor— was missing from the side of the computer. “Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, panic rising as she realized she had completely forgotten it was still in the machine. If anyone checked she'd be caught, and God forbid, if they explored the log files! She hesitated trying hard not to worry. Who would suspect a thumb drive anyway. Her thoughts were racing. What if they kept her from the sequencer? Silvia’s worry was spiraling fast, even if she could hide her suckers from them if Dr. Reed removed her access she couldn't….!! 

Silivia didn't want to think about what might happen. she decided that she had to go back to the lab and retrieve it, now.

As she snuck her way down the narrow corridors of the sealab, Silvia's heart began to race. She could feel her thighs slide past each other with each step, slippery and making small smacking sounds, and she wondered if her colleagues could somehow hear them. She tried to walk as normally as possible, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

When she reached the lab, Silvia let out a sigh of relief. The room was dark and empty, and she quickly made her way to the computer to retrieve her thumb drive. Silvia opened the program to see if anyone else had used it. The activity log only showed her last entry.

 “Whew” Silivia breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing she wasn't caught gave Silvia a thrill of excitement. She felt like she'd just won a game. Closing the log window she saw that the synthesizer dialog was still up.

***RERUN PROGRAM?***

***EXECUTE AGAIN**     **END PROGRAM***

Her heart raced at the thought of running the program again. She knew the risks; she had already experienced the power of her decision. The thought of becoming closer to a scylla excited her, even as it terrified her; her body was adapting in ways she scarcely understood. And so far she'd been very lucky. Silvia knew that each dose was a roll of the dice.

Silivia pulled her sweatpants down to her knees, revealing her thighs. Her octopus suckers were still there, vibrant and alive. She admired her legs. they were in a wonderful state of inbetween. The tops of her legs teasing her with human skin and joints, the bottom beautifully fluid and strong. Silivia let her mind wander, imagining her legs completely tentacled. She thought to herself,  “A little bit more couldn't hurt.. maybe just a dash.” 

She began to manipulate the controls of the gene sequencer. Inputting changes to lower the amount. Then with a quick tap on the computer screen, she commanded the gene sequencer to synthesize just a small dose. The machine whirled to life with robotic noise.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered to herself, glancing over her shoulder as she felt a shiver of paranoia creeping up her spine. Footsteps echoed softly in the metallic corridor. Calvin and Dr Reed should be in the crew quarters but someone was stirring.

The machine beeped softly, and a small vial of luminescent liquid emerged. Without hesitation, she uncapped it and pressed the syringe to her thigh, injecting the solution. She felt the suckers on her legs tense up in response. The familiar salty taste coursed through her mouth again making her eyes water, and sending her heart racing as her body embraced the foreign chemical. 

“Everything’s fine,” she muttered, wiping her wet palms against her sweatpants. “Just like before…. everythings fine”. 

Unzipping her top to cool off she closed the program, put the thumbdrive securely into her pocket and started to leave the lab. A clank caught her attention as she saw Calvin standing near the kitchenette, engrossed in cleaning the dishes from dinner. Silivia’s eyes lingered on Calvin's body,  his hips…. His round ass, her body was already burning up but seeing him she felt a sexual heat build. 

“So, Calvin,” she ventured, her voice teasing and light, “are you really leaving me that early in the morning? Just like that?” She stepped forward, reveling in the way Calvin's gaze flickered toward her before quickly darting back to the sink.

“Yeah, earlier to the surface more time topside,” he replied, tossing a dish towel over his shoulder and crossing the room. “Can’t wait to get back to fresh air.”

The heat radiating from her skin intensified, matching her mounting frustration. “Fresh air? Are you really that eager to escape this place?” she leaned against the counter, her flushed and seductive cleavage on full display, “I mean, we’ve got all this beautiful sea life right here.”

“Sure, but you can only swim with octopi for so long, right?” he chuckled, carefully putting the dry dishes away, his focus entirely on the flatware.

“Yeah, but some octopi are a lot more fun to play with together,” she purred, trying a different approach, her body brimming with arousal, each pulse of her heart rushing blood through her veins, swelling the suckers on her thighs with warmth and pushing against her sweatpants. “Don’t you think you’ll miss out on some intriguing discovery here?”

Calvin finally looked her way, his brows knitting together in mild confusion rather than flirtation. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” He shrugged, oblivious to her deeper implication. “But I have to go. Reed’s orders.”

Silvia’s heart sank, with a resigned sigh, she waved her hand, dismissing her own heated thoughts and his lack of awareness. “Well, don’t be surprised if I steal a few moments of your time before you go.” She raised an eyebrow, letting her gaze linger on him, hoping to provoke some flicker of interest.

“Sure, sounds good,” he replied with that same easy-going smile, entirely unfazed by her words. “I’ll see you tomorrow before we leave.” He disappeared into his room, leaving Silvia alone, exasperated with her unresolved desires.

She retreated to her own quarters, the fluorescent lights of the sea lab dimming further as the night wore on. Stripping off her swimsuit, she flopped onto her bed, her body still radiating warmth from the injection coursing through her system as she lay there, the strange salty taste still in her mouth as she waited for sleep to claim her.

The heat transformed into beads of sweat all over her body. She succumbed to sleep quickly but dreams filled her mind all night—wild, tumultuous images of her and Calvin exploring the depths of her body, of laughter, and tentacles.

Silvia’s skin was slick with sweat, slowly soaking her sheets, as a fever inside her body built. The serum continued its slow work.