Karlie escapes! (Patreon)

Even a horny dolphin girl has her limits. Tallulah was exhausted after spending the entire night with Karlie at the oceanarium. She felt a bit sore from all the action. Her new octopus friend's desire, on the other hand, was unchanged.

"When am I going to meet your friends?"

Sometimes all it takes to know what someone's made of is a tricky question. Karlie's words reached Tallulah faster and harder than she expected. What would everyone else think? No one knew a cecaelia in the 'real' world, well, at least not anywhere outside fantasy works, old stories, and – yuck! – bestiaries. Tallulah said she needed more time, but Karlie swam to the other side of the tank, away from the light.

"I'm not one of your fish from the deep sea. I'm not going to dehydrate and die if you take me with you. Tee… I'm tired of being kept in a tank."

Tallulah was speechless. She asked a silent Karlie for one more night, but all she would find the following day would be an empty tank. Little did she know that, given time, Karlie was able to transform into a beautiful human form.  

You know what they say, though, you've got to crack a few eggs to make an omelet. Change hurts. A lot.

Just as the mammal body adapts to harsh environmental conditions, so does a cecaelia's. Karlie was in a crevice between pleasure and pain as she changed. It started one hour after she left the tank, lifting herself up and falling to the ground right after, hitting her shoulder and then her head, but that wouldn't stop her. Karlie had endured encounters with sharks and whales, so how treacherous could gravity be? Her newly formed legs felt their own weight against the solid ground for the first time. How embarrassing that was, having just two instead of eight, all coated with ink!

"Miss, can I help you with som... Gah!"

There was a man on the floor, the janitor. What was his name?

"Andrew... Ah! Ah!" Karlie said, moaning. 

The poor man was on the floor, eyes facing hers, only half-opened. Andrew was unconscious when Karlie soaked his boots with her jizz. She did it once, twice, thee times, maybe more. There was no one else to hear her screams or see her cephalopod arms retract to her hips as if they were melting on her legs, although not entirely. When Karlie stood for the first time on her two legs, both her hands on a safety handle, her other arms, shorter and smaller now, wouldn't even reach her knees. She had a human form, correct, albeit a unique one, not entirely from Andrew's, or anyone else's, world. 

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Hello there, fellow futa lovers! 

Did you know octopuses are nature's escape artists, Houdinis from the deep seas? I bet you did. After a month, maybe longer, drawing octopus' arms and sketching Karlie's brand new legs, we finally see her leaving that claustrophobic tank. What will be her next adventure? Is society ready to deal with beautiful creatures from abyssal regions? Will Tallulah find her and try to make amends? Only time will tell. =^___^=

We reached June! Hooray us! Soon the new workstation will arrive (the current global shortage of electronic components delayed them), and I'm optimistic I'll be able to improve my workflow with more solid hardware to back me up. That will also allow me to record my painting sessions without losing too much horsepower. Whenever I try to make those apps run in parallel (like when I try to stream) on my current PC, chaos ensues. It could be interesting to add timelapse videos as a Patreon reward. What do you think? 

Thank you all so much for the love and support! =^___^=

Cheers!

Q.