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Finally, the creature had built up enough reserves for the
main task. Summoning its strength, it slowly pushed a
tentacle up her helpless raped pussy, making the tentacle
big enough to hurt but not big enough to cause damage.
There was no in-and-out motion of a true fuck, but just the
inexorable pressure of the thing pressing upwards inside of
her, as she choked on the tentacle that kept her alive past
her time. Her heart tried to stop again, but that simply
would not do at this point, so the thing in the ocean
started her heart with several squeezes of another
tentacle, as the main one continued up her vagina.

Every nerve in her body shrieked with agony as the tentacle
roughly forced open her cervix, and began to ooze black
slime into her uterus. The tentacle up her ass pressed up
further, bending her insides to make room for the new
material.

Then, the thing stopped drinking her agony and fear, and
fed it instead to the insidious mixture in her body. And
the mix occurred.

Kristen had had some visions, when Will had explained what
would happen to her, of being pregnant for some time with
some monstrous child, and giving birth to a horrible
monster. Neither was the way it worked out. Instead, the
mixture assumed the size and shape of a fully grown adult
male, all at once. It tore out of her body in a great cloud
of blood under the water, and at last, she had her peace...
when Will made his Godhood, they broke the mold.

Will swam easily up to the surface, and got dressed. That
hadn't been quite as bad as he thought it would be, he
thought to himself.

He spotted his old body on the sand, and chuckled. A
Shoggoth would come along and collect that shortly, as well
as Kristen's clothes. Wouldn't do to have too many
questions asked.

He concentrated momentarily, and felt the great inner power
within him. He felt it hungry. Now, like the creature
below, he fed on pain, and terror. He liked getting laid,
too, which worked out well.

"You were good, Kristen," he said to the waves. "But I
don't think it's going to work out. I'm a god, and you're a
cloud of blood three hundred feet under the surface of the
Atlantic. I need someone else. But hey, we still be
friends?"

The ocean refused to answer him. He chuckled again, and got
into his car. It was time to move on, and feed. And so,
with a song in his heart that predated the earliest
memories of man, Will Whately drove down the road, looking
for fresh meat.

End

(smile) Hope you enjoyed. Bit different.