We arrived at a stunning, all-white monastery that seemed to reach the clouds. Hidden away behind a forest of towering trees, the main building was connected to several smaller ones. I could see nuns and priests strolling peacefully through its gardens covered with flowers.

  The carriage stopped in front of the monastery and its door was opened by a priest in white robes.

  I decided to get off first, with Sister Sarah following close behind. The priests and nuns quickly gathered around us, yet they respectfully left a clear path for us to walk through the monastery.

  With a gentle nudge from Sister Sarah at my back, I began walking toward the monastery's entrance. As I made my way through the crowd, I could hear the murmurs growing louder with each step.

  “Is that the saintess?”

  “Don’t think so, that’s not a woman.”

  “Where is the saintess?”

  “I missed lunch for this…”

  I walked past them and finally reached the entrance. The towering double doors creaked open, revealing the interior. It was a vast, vaulted hall. Tall stone pilrs rose to support the high ceiling, and a rich, crimson carpet stretched down the center, leading to an altar set on a raised ptform. Rows of wooden seats lined the way. Behind the altar stood a golden statue of a beautiful woman, glowing softly in the dim light.

  Hey, this pce looks kind of cool.

  As we approached the altar, the figure standing in front came became clearer. He was far from what I had expected.

  It had the towering, bulky silhouette of a fat man, but as I looked closer at its face, I realized there was no face at all—just a clustered mass of reddish tentacles. There were no eyes, no mouth, yet the way the tendrils twisted and coiled gave the eerie illusion of a face staring back. The tentacles shimmered with a slick, glistening sheen as they slowly squirmed. The creature wore what resembled high priest robes, but as I had a chance to glimpse at his hands—they too were tentacles…

  Although I was aware that Odhena was the goddess of both demons and humans, the sight of such a creature serving as her high priest left me surprised.

  As we stood before the creature, Sister Sarah took the initiative to introduce us,

  “Meet Father Tenny, the high priest of the Church of Odhena and her very first creation,”

  Huh, so the goddess's number one creation was a tentacle monster? This even transcends the perversion of the king, which is saying something.

  “Your arrival has been eagerly anticipated, O Holy Saintess,” said Father Tenny, his voice resonating with an otherworldly echo.

  “As our magnificent goddess revealed to me in a vision, today marks the end of my long journey and the dawn of a new era for our faith, with the Holy Saintess at its leader!”

  Sister Sarah's startled expression mirrored my own surprise at this unexpected revetion. I certainly hadn't anticipated being decred the leader of their faith so abruptly, and the thing about Father Tenny dying made it more confusing.

  “Why must you leave us, Father?” Sister Sarah asked, her voice was filled with an unmistakable note of sadness.

  “Turning a man into a woman is a simple task. But reshaping this young man's body into that of a saintess—one blessed and brimming with divine power—requires every st drop of the goddess’s essence within me. And once that power is spent, I will fade. Unlike you mortals, I am made entirely of holy energy. When it is gone… so am I.”

  Tears welled up in Sister Sarah's eyes before spilling down her cheeks. As she wiped them away with trembling hands, she spoke in a voice that quivered with emotion,

  "I… I’ll miss you, Father. Please… let me feel you inside me, just one st time."

  The emotion of the moment hung heavy in the air, tugging at my heartstrings. Wait, what!

  You know what? Forget it. What was I even thinking? Of course the high priest of the sex goddess—who just so happens to be a revolting tentacle monster—is screwing its devoted followers. I mean, obviously.

  “No can do, Sister. I must conserve my strength and juices for the transformation ritual. Now hurry—we have no time to waste. The young saintess’s training must begin at once. The Demon Lord’s armies won’t wait for us.”

  They both turned their heads to me,

  “A-Actually, I’m starting to have second thoughts about this. I mean, come on—there has to be a better way to become a woman than… tentacle stuff, right? Like, I don’t know, dipping into a holy ke or even a sacred puddle or something?”

  “Do not worry, young saintess. You won’t be needing my tentacles to become a woman— for that, all it takes is a simple sip of holy wine of beauty.”

  Phew, I thought for a second that I was in danger.

  I really didn’t want to be caught up with this guy; I was just an average straight guy trying to navigate this strange situation.

  “You’ll only need my tentacles after you’ve become a woman—so I can imprint the goddess’s essence onto every inch of your body.”

  Ahaha… So it is inevitable, huh? There was no escape.

  Sister Sarah and the high priest exchanged a knowing gnce before nodding in unison, their silent agreement made my heart feel heavy.

  “We shall begin” said the high priest.

  Sister Sarah held my arm and spoke to me in a demanding voice,

  "Come with me," she instructed, her voice filled with purpose. "I’ll escort you to the ritual ground. It is time you looked like a saintess.”

  We began walking toward the back of the statue. Sister pced her hand on a specific spot on the stone base it stood upon, and beneath her touch, a glowing runic circle appeared. With a low rumble, a section of the stone sank inward like a hidden door, revealing a staircase that descended below.

  At the bottom of the stairs, we stepped into a vast underground cavern. In its center y a wide stone circle filled with a shallow pool of still water, shimmering faintly in the dim light. From behind a cluster of rocks, a nun emerged, silently approaching us with a golden chalice in her hands.

  Sister Sarah took the chalice from her and turned to me, offering it with a calm but serious expression. Then she pointed toward the pool.

  “First,” she said, “remove all your clothing and step into the center of the ritual chamber. Kneel, and drink from this chalice.”

  I hesitated, uneasy about stripping down in front of others—but then again, my body was about to be transformed entirely. There was no point in modesty now. Swallowing my discomfort, I nodded and began to undress.

  I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…

  Chalice in hand, I walked slowly toward the center of the pool. As I stepped into the water, I noticed shadowy figures emerging from the edges of the cave—nuns and priests, quietly gathering around the stone circle, watching in silence.

  I knelt down, gncing around one st time. The faces surrounding me were silent. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift—back to the world I’d left behind. My family. School days filled with ughter and stress. My friends. All of it. I had to go through with this… for my friends, if nothing else.

  Taking a deep breath, I raised the chalice to my lips and took a small sip.

  Hmm… not bad.

  Then, without hesitation, I drank the rest in one long gulp. It felt like quenching a thirst I’d carried for days—cool, soothing, almost comforting.

  But that comfort didn’t st.

  The moment the final drop slid down my throat, a strange sensation coursed through me—tingling at first, then rapidly intensifying. My whole body began to tremble. I instinctively curled into a ball as an unbearable heat ignited within me, like fire spreading through every cell.

  The pain surged, raw and overwhelming. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

  “AAAH!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the cavern.

  Then something changed. The burning sensation burst outward, as if my very essence was unraveling. My body felt like it was colpsing and reforming all at once.

  And then… stillness.

  The pain pulled back, retreating toward my core. A deep calm settled in its pce, and with it, exhaustion. Every muscle loosened. My breathing slowed.

  It was over.

  I leaned over and gazed into the still water. Staring back at me was a girl—no, a woman—radiant and unfamiliar. Her long white hair shimmered like moonlight, resting over shoulders that now seemed taller than I remembered. Her skin was smooth and fair, glowing faintly in the cave’s soft light, and her golden eyes gleamed like captured sunlight.

  Was this really… me?

  I slowly reached up and touched my cheek. The reflection mirrored my every movement. The sensation was real—but it still felt like a dream.

  I stood, heart pounding with disbelief and wonder.

  “Hey, Sister Sarah—it worked! Look at me! I actually look like a—”

  Before I could finish, the water behind me erupted with a loud spsh. I stumbled back as purple, glistening tentacles surged upward from the pool.

  A voice echoed—not through the air, but inside my mind.

  I congratute your transformation, Saintess.

  It was the tentacle priest. I recognized the presence immediately, though he remained unseen in form. His mental voice was calm.

  Now, if you’ll excuse me… it is time for my final mission.

  Before I could speak, several slick tentacles surged forward, coiling tightly around my wrists and ankles. In an instant, I was lifted off the ground, suspended in the cool cavern air, limbs stretched and helpless.

  H-Hey—wait! Can we at least talk about this? I shouted in my thoughts.

  I’m afraid not.

  The tentacle priest’s voice responded calmly in my mind.

  Do not be afraid, Saintess. In minutes… you’ll come to enjoy this.

  I felt the tentacles wrapping around my legs and arms, their grip tightening as felt their slimy juices covering my limbs.

  They then started moving towards my body.

  Panic surged through me as I struggled to break free, but the tentacles held on relentlessly, their strength was overwhelming.

  I gnced at the crowd and saw everyone cheering in excitement, among them, Sister Sarah watched with a proud smile.

  As I was squirming, two more tentacles emerged from below, snaking around my chest. They extended around my breasts, and their tips split into three parts, revealing a suction organ.

  Oh, no

  They tched onto my now erect nipples, and started sucking on them. My nipples went on fire and as if begging me to give them something, they sent an unbearable sense of pleasure to my head.

  Nghhhh

  I could no longer contain my voice, as my new body betrayed me, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations.

  It felt as though every inch of my body had become an erogenous zone. Was this what it meant to be a woman—or was it the work of the tentacles?

  I couldn't afford to get lost in my thoughts now. Another tentacle approached over my head, drawing closer to my face. I knew what it wanted to do, so I tightly closed my lips, determined to resist it.

  Mmmfffp!?

  The tentacle forced its way in, prying my jaw open. It pushed deeper, making it increasingly difficult for me to breathe as it invaded my throat.

  Then, it began moving back and forth in a relentless, piston-like motion.

  I... can't... breathe...

  I felt my mind going numb as it ravaged my insides, choking me.

  As I was overwhelmed by these strange sensations, a sudden sting spread down below. A tentacle had crept up behind me and was grinding against my newly formed vagina, sending wave of pleasure throughout my body.

  No… Not there~

  I had barely any strength left, and I wasn't sure how much more I could endure. If this continued, I feared would go insane.

  The sensation was more intense and pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced as a man, surpassing even my wildest dreams.

  Then true fear gripped me when I felt another one exploring my butt, as if searching for an entrance to viote.

  Oh no

  Before I could prepare myself, both tentacles forced their way inside, sending a surge of pain and pleasure through my body. It felt as though my insides were being torn apart as they relentlessly invaded deeper and deeper.

  They drilled into me, stretching my insides, pressing against every wall as they invaded my body.

  As they moved within me, the pain gradually gave way to an overflowing ripple of pleasure. It was as if my body was made for this, accepting their intrusion with twisted delight.

  A-aahh... Ahn...

  I found myself beginning to enjoy this, my body betraying me despite how much I hated it. Tears streamed from my tightly closed eyes, blurring the line between love and hate for this situation.

  I let my body to the tentacle’s mercy, my mind was getting clouded as it was toying with my body; pushing, pumping and gripping.

  Something began to build within me, and as the sensation grew more intense, I felt my senses slipping away, lost in the overwhelming tide of pleasure and torment.

  As if sensing my impending climax, the tentacles quickened their pace, thrusting even more frantically than before, as if trying to shatter my body and mind with their relentless assault.

  Nnhg Uh-uhh. I can’t hold it anymore!

  I-I’m,

  I’m cumminngggg~

  My whole body trembled as this overwhelming sensation took over my entire body, and I could feel the tentacles spraying their juices in every hole.

  It filled me to the brim, and soon, excess drops began to spill from mouth. I felt it dripping from my pussy and asshole, unable to contain the excess fluids.

  The sensations of ecstasy and fullness intertwined, giving rise to a feeling of power within me. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body emanating a brilliant white light. The radiance intensified, expanding to envelop the entire room in its divine glow.

  In a fsh, the tentacles vanished from around my body, and as I fell to the ground, I felt my eyes growing heavy.

  Man, I’m tired.

  …then I fell into a deep slumber.