The tip of the tentacle is smaller than she is, and the force of her air-dodge is enough to send her streaking twenty feet further east before she rematerializes a split second later. She's well ahead and well clear of the Sky Worm's reach, and has plenty of time to get her footing.

The Sky Worm's current captives will just have to keep cumming their brains out deprived of Lilian's company.

The canopy of mushroom caps is a much clearer road than the undergrowth. She can easily outpace the Sky Worm's flying speed if she tries, now that she's up here.

She tries. She really, really tries. There’s a visceral sense of relief in running from something scary and being faster than it. It can’t catch her unless she slows down. And this sprinting is barely registering as effort. She’s safe.

As she runs directly away from the Sky worm, Lilian has time to think. She doesn’t particularly use that time, for the first little bit, until she’s far enough away that the need to run run run isn’t distracting her too much. But eventually, she has time to think.

Lilian is lost in a strange place that honestly seems to deserve her moniker of Fungus Hell. She should probably work on making that not the case? She has vague recollections of plant monsters and things that live in forests, so probably the whole world isn’t composed entirely of Fungus Hell, land of horrible giant flying tentacle monsters?

She feels a vague sense of foreboding in her mind when she thinks the phrase “Fungus Hell”. Is there a worse Fungus Hell floating around somewhere out there?

Regrettably, her fuzzy memories assure her that yes, there is.

Well, at the very least she needs to escape this particular Fungus Hell. She can worry about Somehow Even Worse Fungus Hell later.

By the looks of the shadows on the ground, she’s heading just about due east. She can keep that up for the next few days, if she needs to.

She won't need to keep it up for days. The Sky Worm gives up in minutes, not hours, falling so far behind it loses track of her and wanders off.

She's moving fast enough that in under an hour she'll start seeing the change in the mushroom forest, the horizon stretching out and enpinkening. The mushrooms get shorter, and pointier, and more flesh-colored. After another hour she's leaping from tip to tip on giant fungal penises. With a couple of genuine fleshy ones mixed in.

The forest of dicks thins out to nothing, and the underloam fades out to what seems to be genuine living skin, bare and clean.

She finds herself looking out over a rolling plain of living flesh, sun-warmed skin and glistening red flesh, hills and valleys of roundness and fleshy slickness.

She’s seriously tempted to try sitting on one of the penises from the dick forest. But she perseveres! She will have time for the horny later!

When she looks out at the glistening fields of flesh, her cock twitches. “Is now later?” the horny asks.

No, now is not later!

At the very least, she needs to probe her half-there memories to figure out what she should know about this place.

She has a vague sense that it isn’t really that dangerous? For her, at least. If she wasn’t so strong or she couldn’t focus through intense pleasure maybe not. And no Sky Worms! She does get the sense that there are a lot of other tentacle things here. But also that this maybe isn’t a big deal, since she can talk to tentacle things?

She can talk to tentacle things. Why didn’t she realize this earlier! She could have tried to talk to the Sky Worm! Maybe it was friendly and just confused!

Or. More realistically. It just wanted to grab her and eat her pleasure. And didn’t particularly care about her consent in the process. It just wanted to make her feel good and didn’t care about how she felt about things at all.

(another insistent twitch of her cock)

Also. Now that she’s standing here thinking rather than just panicking and running away, she probably could have, like, used her lightning magic on that Sky Worm? After her adventures with half-hour-long orgasms she’d sort of slotted that in in her head as the “cum lots” power.

(twitch)

Maybe she could. Do that again? Maybe not for as long. And. Quieter and more stealthily. She can keep the lightning thing contained to a few parts of her body instead of just bathing herself in it to make less noise. She can even put up an illusion of a small hillock over her! And only do it if the coast is clear! She can pay attention to the outside world this time, so she’ll notice if something’s getting uncomfortably close. And she’s in a plain this time, so she’ll be able to see anything coming long before it gets to her!

She can’t even blame her suit for this one. This is all her.

Is the coast clear?

There's movement, if she looks. A couple of places where the flesh of the landscape bulges or twists or dimples, or some other indication of a more complicated structure growing within the landscape of skin and flesh.

Tentacle Pits.

Glistening tentacles slither out of seams, or wriggle openly.

And there's a worm over there, slithering by.

Other than that, the coast seems clear.

As soon as she registers that she’s actually going to do this, and on purpose this time, a frisson of sexual excitement runs through her and she has to fight the urge to stop bothering with all of this precautions stuff and just skip right to the bit where she gets to orgasm. But no, she’s more sensible than that.

And so she begins constructing an illusion of a fleshy hillock over her current location.  She finds that she has a few instincts for how to stay hidden that mesh well with her illusion abilities. By the time she’s done, to all appearances the divot she was in is now a small pink hillock, blending in smoothly with its surroundings.

The entire time while she’s working, she’s feeling a pulsing anticipatory refrain to the tune of wanna cum wanna cum. By the time she’s finished with her illusion she’s quite literally panting with anticipation.

That’s. Not normal. Is it.

No. No it’s not. She’s addicted to her new absurdly pleasurable orgasms, apparently. A sort of mental squint reveals that it’s a strange combination and swirling together of how she’s constantly turned on, can cum as much as she wants, and won’t be able to get off without some form of outside help. Well, she already needs to orgasm kind of a lot every day to feed her suit friend. And her suit friend will always be there with her and so she shouldn’t ever have trouble getting to orgasm. So maybe she won’t have to worry about this except as a part of her general horniness problem?

Either way, she's too turned on now not to excitedly tell her suit to “Make Happy.”

As that delicious little orifice returns to suckling at her cockhead, and those lovely tentacles return to filling her up, she finds herself feeling much less worried about her orgasm addiction.

After all, it’s not like being addicted to orgasms like hers doesn’t make sense! They feel so good. Of course she’d be addicted to them. Anyone would be. Instead of worrying about it she should just cum as much as she wants. Cum lots and lots.

So she does.

The problem, incidentally, with resolving to pay attention to the outside world while you were experiencing a functionally unending orgasm, is that while you’re actually experiencing the orgasm, you might decide not to bother. After all, you’re safe inside an illusion, aren’t you? And so why not just devote all your attention to just how lovely that unending orgasm feels?

Lilian resists the temptation. At first. But as time passes, she finds herself paying less and less attention to the outside world and more and more attention to just how good she feels. Until finally she’s barely paying any attention to anything else at all.

Does anything take advantage of this?

A couple of giant worms try. Not having eyes, they don't even know the illusion is there. But they are quickly deterred by the dangers of electrocution.

Tentacle Orbs also do not have eyes, and also don't really notice the illusion. A pair of such orbs, intelligent enough to avoid getting zapped in the first place, notice her after a while as they pass by. She's at least somewhat unusual, with powers like that and a set of Living Clothes that sophisticated. They're curious enough about her to wait and hang around and idly tentacle each other as they watch her cum, basking in the psychic ambiance of her orgasms like a couple of kids outside an ice-cream shop, as they wait for the lightning to stop.

She doesn’t actually notice the worms at all, and it takes her an embarrassingly long time to notice the Tentacle Orbs. As soon as she does, she stops the lightshow and comes back to herself. Her new mutations make that surprisingly easy, and it’s no time at all before she’s fighting off the urge to cover her face behind her hands!

She would be feeling a need to cover the rest of herself up with her hands, but for one thing her suit is actually covering her up pretty well despite what she just spent the last however-long doing, and for another the Tentacle Orbs probably won’t be mortified about her whole situation here. On account of being Tentacle Orbs.

Remembering her supposed ability to psychically understand tentacle beings she decides to try to get a read on them. What are they thinking? What do they want?

One of them is medium, one is bigger. They're both shades of bright red with an idiosyncratic arrangement of tentacles and orifices on their spherical bodies.

Medium-Orb is already touching her, phallic tentacles curiously investigating her outfit, looking for a way in. Politely.

Bigger-Orb is saying, in the odd not-quite-language of wordlike psychic impulses that feels like a language made entirely out of moans, humms, and grunts, "What's she doing? Is her face hurt? Maybe you should ejaculate on her in case that helps."

Oh no they’re cute.

Also, the idea of being ejaculated on is kind of hot? Huh. She doesn’t think she’d have thought that before her transmigration. Nor would she be looking at the many strange appendages and orifices of the Tentacle Orbs with naked lust the way she is right now.

Putting that aside for now, she should probably focus and try to explain herself!

“Oh, my face is fine! That’s a blush. And I’m covering my face because I’m embarrassed. I was trying to make sure I noticed anything coming closer to me and I got so distracted I didn’t even see you two come over!” Lilian says.

Or tries to, anyway. Does Tentacle even have a word for “embarrassed?” It seems like maybe it wouldn’t. But on the other hand, maybe tentacle beings make silly mistakes too, and feel similar to how humans do about it? They’d just be different kinds of mistakes.

She’s staring longingly at a particularly pleasant-looking Tentacle Orb orifice as she tries to explain all this. That particular flavor of attraction is new to her in two separate ways, so she’s having a bit of trouble tuning it out.

It's actually relatively easy to say 'embarrassed' in Tentacled, it's only a two-tone whine. Emotion in general is usually really easy to communicate in Tentacled. Reasons for emotions, not so much.

Fortunately, Lilian is psychic enough that she isn't restricted to the tonal half of the psychic-tonal language that anyone can learn; she can just actually fully say what she wants to say, like a tentacle princess would, and hear their reply the same way.

Morb and Borb are both startled that she can talk like a princess, even if they can instantly and instinctively tell that she doesn't have the authority of one. Most humanoids are limited to the base tones of emotion that seem to come to them on instinct.

"You can talk! Hello," Morb says. Its tentacles are still trying to find a way into her dress. "I've never talked to a human before. Were you hiding? What were you hiding from?"

“Oh, I just got finished running away from a Sky Worm a bit ago. I didn’t feel like staying with one for a few years and it was being very insistent. I was sort of worried that maybe something like that would happen again. And so, the hiding.”

"I shouldn't like to meet a Sky Worm, I think," Borb comments. "They never share."

Morb's tentacles are still trying to find a way into her dress but are exuding more and more confusion. One tentacle sort of unthinkingly shoves itself into Lilian's mouth even as Morb asks, "Your from the outlands? Welcome, then. It's nice to have you! What brings you to the homeflesh?"

(It is entirely possible to speak Tentacled with a mouth full of cock, unless you're a psychic null. Or have a gag reflex.)

Lilian does not have a gag reflex! Having a tentacle in her mouth is really hot, actually. Like, shockingly so.

Morb can get their tentacles under Lilian’s armor pretty easily, but yeah, the skin-tight suit beneath is more of a challenge. Unthinkingly, Lilian finds herself asking her suit friend to open up some slits around the junction of her thighs and her breasts to let the tentacles in. She gets a sort of nervous hesitance in response, and the suit ends up opening slits up precisely where Morb’s tentacles aren’t, rather than moving in a more directly perceivable way. Aww, her suit friend is shy! Cute!

“I found myself rather lost in the fungal forests to the west and decided this was the best way to get out of them to relative safety.”

Hopefully that doesn’t give away that she doesn’t really know what’s going on in the world? She has vague insights about things, but she’s spent less time dredging up civilizational stuff than wilderness danger stuff. She feels like maybe there’s some sort of tension between the tentacles and other people?

Morb and Borb do not have any preconceptions about what random humans know about the world.

Morb's tentacles find nice places to rub on mostly psychic instinct, even if the Living Clothes are feeling covetous.

"I'm glad you made it," Morb says earnestly.

Borb bobs in the air and pushes on Morb with a tentacle. "We still have traveling to do."

"I know! Hey, friendly-outlander, we're traveling! Will you travel with us? Borb can carry you if you won't walk."

Lilian is glad the tentacle beings of The Pink are so much nicer than the ones in the Fringe!

She’s still aroused. Apparently, she always will be. But her most recent experiment with endless orgasms ensure that, for the moment at least, she’s satisfied. And so, for the first time since her initial accident with the suit, her thoughts are relatively clear. First she was cumming herself silly, then she was terrified, and then she was at least partially absorbed in the visceral joy of leaping from giant fungus to giant fungus and finally having the freedom of movement she’d lost from her illness back. Plus rather a lot extra.

Oh, sure, she thought some. But mostly about escaping from Somehow Only Second Worst Fungus Hell. Not about the inside of her own head, much. Or what it meant that she was apparently horny enough now that her suit could persuade her to orgasm herself silly in the middle of a dangerous location with a suckle and a grope. Or that she could apparently talk herself into that, despite having just done that, and nearly been caught by a Sky Worm as a result.

She can recognize, now, that something’s wrong with the inside of her head. And is together enough to deliberately counter it. Maybe she should try to keep that the case? The easiest way is probably just to ask her new tentacle acquaintances to be gentle? That way she’ll stay satisfied, but she won’t end up spending all of her time cumming herself silly, and she can learn more about her new world by asking the friendly Tentacle Orbs questions.

She has enough pattern recognition to know by now what happens if she decides to try to power through the horny rather than giving it an outlet.

Lilian visibly hems and haws for a moment, fairly radiating an interest in going with them and having fun, before she says, “Sure! And, uh, I can walk, but I don’t know if I can walk properly while I’m having sex. So maybe I’ll have to take you up on that?”

And then Lilian suddenly notices that she’s sort of been assuming that Tentacle Orbs aren’t that kind of things that have names. That’s so rude! She should introduce herself and ask for their names!

A flare of caution lights up in Lilian’s mind at that and she frantically searches her new implanted information for any hint that there might be magic of the sort that gives people power over those that know their true name. None? None. Okay, she’s cleared to be polite!

“Also! Hello, my name is Lilian! What are your names?”

Lilian's name does not, actually, translate into Tentacled, and she can't pronounce it normally with her mouth full of prehensile phallus. This is fine. This pair Tentacle Orbs have the concept of proper nouns but not quite the concept of names like a lexical-language-speaking person would.

"We're called Medium-Orb and Bigger-Orb," Morb informs her cheerfully. The tonal pronunciation conveys the obvious shortening of 'Morb' and 'Borb'. It's only a slightly different psychic inflection that distinguishes.

Hmm, apparently, she just said her name was “Uuh u un”. Well, she supposes it doesn’t matter, really, apparently that isn’t really the kind of thing tentacle beings care about much? Or maybe just this type of tentacle being. Anyway, Morb and Borb it is!

Well, she’s supposed to be learning things, so she asks, “So, what’s going on in the homeflesh nowadays? And do either of you know much about what’s going on outside it? Also, um, are we heading anywhere in particular?”

It doesn’t really matter if they aren’t. Lilian doesn’t exactly have anywhere better to be or to be doing than wandering around asking questions.

All the while she’s basking in Morb’s caresses. This actually seems to be keeping her libido somewhat satisfied. Or maybe that sense of satisfaction is coming from the way it sort of feels like being snuggled? It’s more libidinous than most snuggling but probably things like tentacle orbs don’t bother to have a non-libidinous version of libido-adjacent things. Even their language is sex-adjacent, and she wouldn’t normally think of talking and having sex as particularly related, but in Tentacled they rather obviously are. Actually, she can probably check by querying her brain about whether Tentacled even has a native word for non-sexual snuggling, or if she would have to put together some weird compound word to try to get at the concept.