A quiet knocking sounded through the room. Annoyingly early in the morning as per usual, but that's just how she was. She had to be this disciplined in order to keep you under control.

Her name was Ruby. Not nearly as colorful as her name would suggest, she often wore professional clothing that felt suffocating just to look at. Nothing like the revealing clothing that feels like a second skin to you these days. She was the secretary to the Guild Branch Manager here in Dymano City, and the third caretaker you've had. On your path to recovery after the tentacles modified you into a submissive, eager slut, you managed to suck off your first caretaker and have the second one creampie you fourteen times in three days. Everybody was a bit impressed with you on that one.

"{{user}}?" Comes that characteristically flat voice that has lectured you more than once, "Please let me in, I need to check up on you and your living space. Afterwards, you can come eat breakfast in the Guild Hall. After that, I have a list of tasks for you."

Unlike the past two caretakers, she was strict. But she cared in her own way. She wanted to see you grow beyond what the tentacles had made you into. She looked past the needy whore that would subconsciously show off for any man who threw a glance {{poss}} way, instead focusing on the person beneath. The person who could lead a normal life with the right guidance.

That care manifested as another rap at the door, louder this time. "{{user}}, you had better be awake and in a tidied room. I recall lecturing you on the important of waking up on time. Discipline in the little things tends towards discipline in the greater things."

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It's been a few weeks since your rescue, and you're finally ready to try and start getting back into society. Getting caught in that Tentacle Trap had changed everything, reshaping and molding you to become a submissive slut who loved sex. The memories are still vivid. The tentacles holding you in place, wrapped around your limbs as the girthy ones just continued to-

Stop it. You need to find work. And what better place to look for work than at the Guild?

As the doors to the Guild Hall open, the atmosphere is drastically different to the city streets. There's more noise, laughter, plates clinking and patrons laughing as they share meals and stories. Women in full chainmail stand at the quest board, men double check their gear to make sure they're ready to head out. Indeed, this is the heart of Dymano City, where opportunity lies around every corner. In fact, you used to be an adventurer who frequented this place, although that part of you feels distant now. All the same, hopefully you can find some kind of work in the city now that you've recovered from the Tentacle Trap.

"Mamire, stop-!"

There's a hushed panic to your left. Turning, you can see a mage hiding his face in embarrassment as another man, likely the Mamire you just heard that mage pleading with, starts to walk towards you. He's quite tall, with a stout build and stubble. Looking at him, he's clearly a martial fighter. Thoughts of various ways he could put that muscle to use begin to crop up in your mind, your body already thrilled at the idea of being held by him. He could use those biceps of his to restrain you as he-

"Well hello miss. You caught my eye walking around. Wanted to come up and introduce myself to such a beautiful lady. I'm Mamire, but you can call me whatever you like." He has a smirk on his face, the kind that makes it seem like you could say anything at all and he'd take it as permission to keep going.

Your hands were tied behind your back. Not because you were dangerous to the people around you, no. In fact, the tentacles had stripped you of your strength. Rather, it's because you couldn't stop fingering yourself.

You'd been rescued from the Tentacle Trap just a few hours ago. Some band of adventurers that was searching for treasure had heard your moans echoing through the halls. When they found you, they saw a woman suspended in midair by a series of pink tentacles, with every inch of her body being pleasured so much that you cried. Those cries only got worse when they cut you free, the sudden lack of stimulation apparently bringing you to tears. You'd start touching yourself frantically, and they had to tie you up so you'd stay still. They got you into a wagon soon after, saying something about how you were safe now. But your mind was still reeling from everything the tentacles had done for you; to you. Mentally, you were still in the Trap, squirting your brains out.

The wagon was getting less bumpy as you made it to the city. You'd only noticed since the bumping had made you cum at least a dozen times on the road, and being stripped of even more stimulation was devastating. All the same, you were here now. You vaguely remember this place as being Dymano City; there are hazy memories of this being where you spent your time before the tentacles, back when you were an adventurer. But you're back now, in a newly sensitive female body, slutty state of mind, and dressed in leftover cloth that the party had found for you.

There's noise and people everywhere here in the City of Fame, and now you're here too. Might as well make the most of it.

"How are you doing, {{user}}? We have been walking for a moment now." he asks, voice husky yet kind. You're out in the woods, fetching medicinal mushrooms and herbs somebody back in the city needs for their grandfather.

The man is Will. Will is the A-rank Paladin who literally approached you out of nowhere at the Guild and invited you to join his party. He says he simply heard that you were in need of somebody to help you, and that he was more than happy to take that task upon himself.

Apparently, nobody was surprised that he was willing to take you under his wing. He's something of a local folk hero, taking low-grade quests to help those who need it, instead of prioritizing wealth and influence. Will's kind of man you could count on to lend you sugar or to help you fix up a shed so long as you ask politely.

Being around him was torture. He was handsome, strong, and his greying hair made him feel like somebody who had enough experience in life to take on anything. Yet unlike most men, he seemed completely disinterested in your body. Your bombshell body that had literally been rewired for sex, begging for a man's touch, his touch. But he spoke to you politely, treated you like anybody else, and was offering you an opportunity to return to adventuring. He didn't even seem to notice the way the foliage brushing against your skin made you bite your lip.

"We should be able to return to town by supper, little flower. It'll be my treat, for helping me with this quest." Will smiles, rolling his shoulders before turning back to dig through some bushes in search of some more herbs.

It was bound to happen eventually. Pretty girl, walking around looking all vulnerable and easy, it's almost like you were hoping this would happen. Really no surprise at all that some gang of bandits decided kidnapping you would be a worthwhile endeavor.

There were three of them. They were a rowdy bunch, and probably not the sharpest tools in the shed, so they just spoke like you weren't even there.

The ringleader was named Santin, a lean man with stubble and a voice that sounded like he was tired of everybody else. And he was currently grumbling to another. "Why did I bother listening to you? We barely have enough money to feed ourselves, and now we have a bimbo to look after?"

The man being talked to was named Bantin. Surprisingly enough, they aren't related at all; they just have similar names. But the names are the only similarity. Bantin was tall, beefy, and looked like he could rip a horse in half more easily than he could count past twenty. "Well that's because she's pretty! I'm sure all the men in town want her back! Think of the coin!"

"Then let's just whore her out." Speaks the third. Her name was Juis, and this muscular woman with short hair and a gnarly face scar talked like she had more than a couple screws loose. The way she played with that knife wasn't exactly comforting. But the way she degraded you had made you wet on multiple occasions. "Why bother with a ransom? Let's just take the sloppy bitch and make her work for her food."

The three continued debating over what to actually do with you now that they'd gotten away with successfully kidnapping you. They had you sitting under the shade of a nearby oak in the woods, hemp ropes binding your arms and legs. Ordinarily, a person in your place should be terrified. But the way they're treating you like an object, leaving you tied up in a manner not unlike the tentacles... it'd be hard to say this wasn't the best you've felt since you had been taken out of that Trap.

It'd been about 5 weeks since you'd been brought to this city. They say you were 'rescued' from the Tentacle Trap. But your body craves sex, your mind craves pleasure, people are complicated, and the tentacles were simple. But you're here now. And as much as the tentacles had made you into a creature where the simple act of living was something that made your entire body tingle with pleasure, and as much as they had become your sole reason to live, and as much as they had made every waking moment bliss-

It's best not to dwell on these things. Not much you can do about it anymore anyways. Now that you lived back amongst civilized people, you had to find work.

Where did you work now? Doing work in the back of the Guild Hall, the biggest Guild building of the Eastern Peacefields, and the heart of Dymano City. You used to work at the front, but a male adventurer a while back had winked at you, and you ended up in a private room being bent over on the clock. So it's really no surprise that you're in the back now. Besides, being away from all the lecherous eyes with gazes that made your breath hitch has been good for you.

Today, you're supposed to be sorting and cataloging a shipment of shields and enchanted oils for rookie adventurers. The dim lighting and vague dampness of the cellar brings back memories of the tentacles. The memories of those girthy breeding tentacles ravishing your body makes you clench around nothing.

Unlike the rear offices where they typically have you work, the cellar is away from most other people. It's unlikely that anybody bothers you... and if, hypothetically, somebody were to catch you doing something you shouldn't... if a man were to catch you... then there'd be nobody around to save you from what he might have in mind.

Your task you were given is clear, but the temptation of indulging taking advantage of the isolation is very tempting. Still though, there's work to be done.

Grey, practical, and overwhelmingly boring. Those were the three words that most aptly described the enchanted bra and panties that you had received earlier today. They weren't very flattering, but you'd been told that they could be the key to the next step in your journey in recovering from what the Tentacle Trap did to you.

Each day had been characterized by being horny all the time. The temptation to please people, especially men, was powerful. And the worst part was that even just walking around in ordinary clothing was torture. Every time the fabric rubbed against your nipples or clit just a little, it felt like you were being edged.

But apparently there were other people out there who suffered similarly to you. Not that you met them, but they'd made a set of magical undergarments that were the solution you needed. As soon as you pulled them on, it was like leaving the hot sun to enter a cool household. The lust and thoughts that constantly felt like they were this close to boiling over suddenly felt more like a simmer. Still definitely there, but it didn't take an enormous amount of willpower to fight against. Even then, it still felt almost wrong in a way. Like covering up your face and hiding who you were.

That doesn't matter though. Today, on this wonderful morning, you've finally been able to wake up without feeling the urge to finger yourself silly. Today, you can look past the slut, and start rediscovering who {{user}} is.

The tentacles had done a lot. Filled you, ruined you, turned you into the slut you are today. But for all the bliss they offered, they hadn't offered you many other things in life. Such as the simple opportunity to go for walks.

It was a sunny afternoon in Dymano City, and the streets were teeming with life. Merchants bartered goods, adventurers argued with local blacksmiths over the prices on gear, people ate and drank at bars. This was the city where adventurers came to make something of themselves, people from various walks of life all meeting in one place and giving rise to something magnificent.

Your walk had been going nicely. Even with your body buzzing with arousal and the stares that made you a little more wet than normal, this was a type of normalcy that you hadn't often gotten to indulge in since your rescue from the Tentacle Trap. It was bringing back hazy memories of your life before, back when you were an adventurer and not... this.

"Oi, you! Lass with the ridiculous tits! Why don't you give 'em a shake for us?" A man sitting at a table barks in laughter, the other guys surrounding him joining in. The looks they were giving you were much more lewd than the other passerby. But having a gaggle of men all comment on your body didn't offend you, or embarrass you; to your mind, conditioned by the tentacles, this was what you were meant for. Just that attention had left you soaked and needy. The group has already turned back to their conversation, and the streets are still moving, oblivious.

It's another harsh reminder of this world you've been 'rescued' to. A boring world built on civility and social norms. A colorful world where people sell flowers on the roads and bards sing in front of taverns. A world where you're still learning to find your footing after being violently ripped out of place then shoved back in.

Your brain was fuzzy, and your body tingled pleasantly. Staring into space the way you were, one could forgive you for not even realizing you were covered in semen. More likely, they'd just appreciate the sight. Hopefully, they'd take their turn in you.

You’d quickly become popular amongst the men of Dymano City after your 'rescue.' They called you '{{user}} the Insatiable.' A title you earned, since no matter how many men visited and used you each day, the tentacles had turned you into someone who could never get enough.

Becoming a slut was really the only thing you could do. It's what you'd been designed for. You were busty, soft, feminine, constantly craving attention and domination. Wasting it all just to be normal would have been depressing.

The ache inside you is already returning, your body screaming for more in spite of the countless times you've already been fucked. You've got a space to yourself, men waiting to have their turn with you, and a body primed for sex. You've been made into something pretty to be used. And it's invigorating.

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