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Freaks. Monsters. Abominations. That’s what they called the special ones. A race of shape shifters , nearly wiped from the earth until they decided that they could be better made into exhibits. 

Now, the ones that remained, were kept in prisons. Special Zoos and Aquariums.  They were humans, capable of changing into some of the deadliest predators , and kept as sideshows, for entertainment of less extraordinary people. 

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Saylor

I’ve worked at The Wonder, for just about a year now. One of the many zoos/aquariums that boasted its “special” exhibits. I worked in the aquarium , as a feeder.  

It took quite some time to become used to looking at these “animals” that you knew were human. Throwing them chum and fish while wondering if they’d prefer a nice steak, or some cereal, macaroni and cheese, or a hot fudge sundae. 

The Wonder , like every other zoo/aquarium that kept human shape shifters, injected them daily with poison that kept them in their animal form. The poison weakened the chromosome that made their ability to shape shift, possible. Special days were designated , where they charged extra for admission to watch these magical people shift back to human forms. It was sick. It was cruel. But I can’t deny that it was magnificent to see, and observe.  

I pull my hair up into a ponytail and walk across the metal grates above the larger than life aquarium where the three octopus shape shifters are kept. 

Alina, a twenty seven year old female, whose form was a beautiful Frilled Giant Pacific Octopus. The biggest ever on record, due to the fact human shape shifters had the ability to imagine themselves and shift themselves into larger than life versions of their shifter species. 

Tyrus, a thirty six year old male who was a giant pacific octopus, again , the largest recorded.  He was eight hundred pounds , with a length of 50 feet. 

Then , there was Legend. His name holding more meaning than ever. Because people traveled the world to see the man whose form was like no octopus ever recorded. A hundred feet in length, with more tentacles that some could count. Some long, some shorter. Some thick some thing. He’s beautiful. A vibrant blue and deeper blues and purples, he’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen. 

My breath catches as I reach the center of the feeding tank that’s connected to a much larger exhibit. 

“Hello” I whisper , the sight of a giant octopus head slowly coming up from the deep water.  It never fails to take my breath away. 

I lower myself onto the metal grate and removes my sneakers and socks and allow my toes to dip into the water below. 

I’ve spent a half of the year that I’ve worked here, as the feeder for Legend , Tyrus and Alina. I’ve only witness their shifting once. It didn’t feel right to watch their poison wear off , causing them to shift into their naked human form and be forced to swim in tanks. It made me feel like a horrible person for witnessing what should be a private moment. As if their bodies weren’t their own, their privacy stolen, their naked bodies on display for whomever shelled out the money to witness the shift. 

I see Alina and Tyrus begin to raise up through the water on the other side of the large feeding tank. 

“Hi Alina, hi Tyrus” I say and smile softly as Alina lifts a tentacle and slaps it down into the water. I’m never sure if she’s waving or demanding her food. But I like to believe that she’s greeting me. 

“I suppose you want your food.” I say and then stand back up and dump the bucket over and let them assortment of fish, lobster, clams and other things fall into the water. It felt mean to feed them this way. I apologized more than one to them. Because if it was up to me, these extraordinary people wouldn’t be kept like animals. Even if that’s part of what they were. 

I walk the bucket back across. Grab another and drag it out. Dumping again. 

Repeating this five times watching the move of their tentacles under the water as each of them claims their meal. 

As always , Alina and Tyrus are the first to leave, Legend always requiring more food than the others. 

“You think they’d realize feeding you in your human form , would be cheaper” I huff as I drag the last bucket out and dump it for Legend. I sit back down and let my tip toes dip into the water.

I liked to think I had a bond with all three of them. That they understood me and understood my adoration of them. But Legend, I liked to think we were closer. Friends. Maybe it’s because when I witnessed his shift and his human form. He was the hottest male I’d ever seen in my life. And I’d developed an instant crush. A crush I had to squash immediately because , I couldn’t want a man that spent almost all of his life in the water. In this prison. 

Plenty of people like myself who don’t agree with keeping shifters in zoos, have tried to free them. But it’s impossible. There was a woman who freed a male who shifter to a tiger in a zoo in Japan. She’s still in prison ten years later. And the male shifter. Was shot and killed when found. 

“If I could just get you guys to the ocean, you could disappear so easily” I whisper. The large black eyes in the water are looking at me , his tentacles moving and undulating , seem to still. 

“Sorry.” I whisper. “Thinking out loud.” I say and skim the tips of my toes over the water. 

“It’s just so fucked.” I say and let my legs rest. My toes dipped into the water as I look at him. 

“You don’t deserve this. None of you do. And there’s nothing I can do.” I say. Something I’ve said many times. Something that feels pointless to express. To remind them that they’re captives.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow.” I tell him after moments of silence. Wondering if he knows, what time is like for them when they’re kept like this. 

“I’m not sure if….if you care…but…I want to get you something….i just don’t know what to get you…” I say as his tentacles move closer to the surface. A tip of one grazes over my toes and I smile and wiggle my toes. 

I say with him often after feedings, talking to him, telling him about things outside in the real world. Things I wasn’t sure he even cared about , but he always listened. Always stayed till I was forced to leave for other duties of my job. 

It’s after closing , so I have no place to be, so I always stay longer than normal at this time. 

“I wish I could talk to you…I mean…I do talk to you…but I wish I could hear your thoughts for once, ya know?” I say and his tentacle slips up and curls around my ankle and my heart pounds faster. 

It wasn’t smart for me to sit here like this , shifters have been known to lure their feeders , to kill them in acts of rebellion. But I trusted him. But Legend has never touched me more than the occasional flick of a tip of a tentacle against my feet when talking and giving one flick for yes and two for no when answering certain questions. 

I place my hands on the metal grate , just watching as his tentacle curls around the length of my calve, over my knees, wrapping it around slowly, the rubbery slipper flesh sliding over my skin as I look into large black eyes. 

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask him as the end of his tentacle pushes along my upper thigh. 

Another tentacle flicks twice at my foot for no. 

“Are you…” I pause, unsure of how to ask him what he’s doing with only yes or no answers as options. 

I know that I wouldn’t be the first person to develop feelings for a shifter. It happened all the time. But people who developed feelings for shifters , were deemed just as much of a “freak” as the shifters themselves. I could lie to everyone else, but I couldn’t lie to myself that I might have imagine what it would feel like to have Legends tentacles around me. What they were capable of, as far as, pleasure. I wasn’t proud of sexualizing him in my mind. But I had. Several times. Several time each day since I witnessed his shift into human form. 

“I don’t know what you’re doing” I say as I look around the empty feeding room above the water, and around me, then back at him. 

My uniform consisted of a black polo shirt and small black shorts. The words “The Wonder” embroidered over my left breast in a metallic gold thread. His tentacle slips further , the wet flesh of his tentacle slipping in circles around me, the tip of his tentacle slapping against the button of my shorts. I sink my teeth into my lower lip.  Was he really trying to…did he want me to…

“You…want me to take my shorts off?” I ask. Breathing harder than I’m proud of as the idea of stripping my shorts off for Legend sends a thrill through me, and heat pulses between my legs and low in my stomach. 

One flick of another tentacle hits my foot. One flick. For yes. I exhale loudly. 

“I…I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I say. Nearly panting , my body going against the words coming out of my mouth as I feel my arousal begin to coat my pussy.

His tentacle that’s wrapped around my legs, tightens. I gasp. A firm pressure , winded around my leg as the tip of his tentacle, slaps at the button on my shorts again. 

I was talking to him about his birthday. Saying I didn’t know what to get him. Was this…what he wanted?

“Is this…what you want..for your birthday?” I ask him. 

A definitive slap of a tentacle against my foot. Just once.  Yes. 

“I could…get into trouble, a lot of trouble.” I say as another tentacle slides up onto the grate and slithers up between my shaking legs and the thick tentacle pushes up over my tucked in shirt. The weight of it. Making my shirt drag up. Another tentacle sliding up between my legs and over the sliver of my exposed stomach and I gasp. Just sitting there and leaning back slightly on my hands as I watch his limbs work. As I feel the slip and slide of his tentacle sliding up my stomach and the over my breast. 

“Legend” I breathe his named as his tentacle moves back and forth over my breast through my bra, rubbing over my hard nipple. 

I squirm and look down at him. 

“This is so bad, I could get fired, I could go to jail if I…” I groan softly as the suckers on his tentacle against my stomach, pull lightly on my flesh. 

I lift one hand and pull my shirt up over my breasts, and I receive a single slap against the bottom of my foot. Yes. 

There weren’t that many people here at this time of night. Nobody would come to the feeding tank. At least I sure hoped not. Because I was currently pulling my polo shirt up and off and setting it beside me on the metal grate. 

More tentacles moving, up over my legs. Around them and I feel his tentacles prying 

My legs open as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. I was really doing this. I was going to let Legend grope me , and …oh god what else did he want to do to me? 

Two thick tentacles slip up under the curves of my breasts as soon as they’re exposed and I drop my bra. It falls into the water and I watch it float away and sink slowly , not giving a damn as I lean back on my hands again and watch as Legends tentacles circle my breasts. Slipping around them and over them and then the tips , flicking the hard points making me gasp. 

“Yes” I moan. My head going back. “Touch me, please, Legend, touch me”

All my secret fantasies of him, coming true , right here, right now. So I hadn’t been imagining the bond with him. We were friends. More than friends I suppose, now. 

“Yes” I hiss softly as his tentacles lay over my breasts. Suckers from each tentacle

, over my nipple , pulling at my flesh and then harder, stronger. 

“Oh god” I cry out. The sound of breaking water and light splashes as several more tentacles move out of the water and around my body, over and around my stomach and torso. Over my arms , one sliding up around my neck and tightening slightly. 

“Don’t…leave visible…marks” I breathe, because I couldn’t very be covered in dozens of hickeys on visible parts of my body. 

His tentacles cover me from my breasts to my lower stomach and I gasp at the sensation of dozens of suckers pulling at my flesh. 

“Legend” I moan. His tentacles tightening their hold around me as I feel an orgasm right on the edge , this new sensation, unbelievable. His grip on me, the suction. The slap against my foot. Just one. Yes.  Then a few moments later as I squirm in his hold. His suckers pulling on the flesh of my stomach. My sides. My back. My breasts. My nipples. He slaps my foot once again as I cry out. Yes.  His encouragement making me fall through bliss I could have never imagined. This is so much better than mind ever fantasized it could be. 

“Legend!” I cry out my back arching. My his tentacles supporting me as my hands slip against the grate. I dont fall back, his string tentacles have me supported as I lean back. Back arching as his suckers pull even harder as I’m given an orgasm unlike any other I’ve ever had. And I didn’t even take off my fucking shorts. I got off from just his touch on my body. 

After several moments , he loosens his hold on me and I sink onto my back, breathing hard. Blinking against the bright lights above the feeder tank as my body pulses. I lift my head and look down. My torso, decorated in different sized circles. I moan at the sight. I had Legends marks on me. I’d just…came. From the touch of an octopus.  A man. But ..in octopus form. I push up and go to look down at him and turn my head. Looking through the water.  Sitting there topless, and panting and confused. 

“Legend?” I call. But he’s clearly no longer there. I wouldn’t miss a giant fucking hundred foot long octopus with that giant head. 

I blink at the water several times. Waiting for him to reappear. But he doesn’t. I grab my shirt. My bra…my bra…shit. 

I look down into the feeder tank. So deep and dark. That there’s no way I can see my bra , no way to retrieve it. How would I explain how a fucking bra got into the feeding tank ? 

“What have I fucking done?” I ask myself as I pull my shirt on and tuck it in. Pulling on my socks. My sneakers and standing up , my pussy still pulsing with the forbidden pleasure I just experienced. 

I walk quickly across the grate. Taking the feeding bucket and setting it by the wall. I turn off the lights. Looking at the rippling dark pool of water. Knowing I’ll be back tomorrow. And just hoping nobody ever finds out what I’d just done. Hoping that Legend understands, that it can’t happen again.