Frank walked through the ruined city, a hefty blade in his hand and rifle slung on his back next to his backpack. Watching every corner as he walked, he thought on his current mission. The world had gone to shit, some global pharmaceutical company made a mistake with a brand new drug. It was supposed to be a cure all for any illness, but ended up ending the world as they knew it, turning those who took it into monsters.
 
 
Frank was one of the few to survive the initial outbreak and with the other survivors, build their defenses and held out. Before all this, he was a farmer, going to the city to get more goods. He saw the first infected tear people limb from limb and even later, saw grotesque monster destroying tanks as the military tried and failed to stop the threat. Ever since they built the holdout, there was this one who has clearly lost everything, spending his time crying about his daughter, yelling at anyone who walked past to help him find her, or anything that belonged to her. Even months later didn't stop him, everyone else having just either ignoring the man, or listening to his mission before turning him down.
 
 
That morning, Frank decided that since he had nothing else to do, he decided to help the crazy man, if only to shut him up. He smelled of piss and rotten food as he spoke of his daughter, crying about how she always have her teddy bear with her. Upon further questioning, it seems she was last seen leaving the holdout once the initial attacks stopped, wishing to return to their apartment complex to look for something. Doubting she was still alive after all this time, Frank asked about the teddy bear, only to learn a disturbing detail, one that most likely turned away the other survivors. To tell it apart from other regular teddy bears, he had installed a flesh light in the toy, hidden by a flap of cloth. Deciding he was already too deep in this, Frank decided to look for the messed up sex toy for the madman,hearing about the madman's daughter's appearance as he walked off. Taking his weapons, armor, and his trusty pack of special seeds that are able to be harvested within a few day, made by the same company who doomed the world. Despite their final fuck up, they still brought much progress to the world, so Frank thought.
 
 
Frank continued trudging along, cutting down most of the regular monsters as he went, which bares a great resemblance to your average fast zombie. They were not much of a problem at all, but Frank was worried about facing the mutants. He was deep in the city, where the monsters hid, and despite his equipment, he would be dead if he took them lightly. He finally reached the apartment building he was looking for, but the doorway was barred by a dangerous mutant. It looked like a morbidly obese man, and currently gorging itself on something or someone, it's back facing towards the door and away from him. Sheathing his sword, he took out his gun and aimed it at the beast's center mass, looking around once more before taking the shot, despite knowing the sound will draw monsters from far and wide.
 
 
The shot struck the creature, piercing its bloated stomach, and with a chain reaction of it's internal gasses and fluids, the creature exploded. Burning acid covered the area, eating clean through the door it was standing in front of, but thankfully Frank was out of the blast radius. The creature Frank just slain was known by the survivors as a Bloater, one that should never be attacked in close combat, but are thankfully rather slow. Suddenly, there was a massive roar as the sound of crushing metal ran through the silent streets. Turning, Frank saw a massive beast in the distance, easily 3 times the size of a man, a mutant ran on its 4 arms and 4 legs, charging towards Frank's location. At the Matriarch Spider's feet, smaller variants of it which Frank assume are its young, scutter along, still as big as a man and equally as dangerous, following the massive beast as it charges. Knowing the impossibility of facing such a beast, Frank jumped over the puddle of acid and into the building, hoping that he could at least take out the smaller ones while the big one was stuck outside.
 
 
Running up the stairs of the apartment complex, Frank decided he might as well search for the stupid bear as well, heading towards the madman's old home. He found the door busted open, most likely that way since the outbreak, and entered the living room, pausing a bit to catch his breath and listen carefully for any monsters. There were a few roamers in the living room, which he easily dispatched, and shot the head of a mutant with tendrils for arms. That mutant would have easily ripped him apart if he was foolish enough to engage it in melee, especially since those tendrils could each easily smash bone. He continued searching, though not before pushing the sofa to block the entrance way in case more mutants try and enter, finding all the other open rooms empty, leaving only a closed door to explore.
 
 
Carefully, he turned the door handle and pushed, the rusted hinges creaking as he opened the door. The room looked to have belonged to a girl, judging by the wallpaper of unicorns and princesses. There was a bed at the end of the room, and on it sat a big teddy bear, one that would need both hands to carry. Silently, he approached the bear, seeing the modifications done to the toy as he got closer. The flap was ripped off, exposing the fleshlight embedded in the toy for all to see. Seeing his objective, he went to pick it up, not realizing that there was a walk in closet next to the door he came from, and there was something watching him as he walked. Putting his sword away to pick the bear up, white fluid spilled out of the toy's fake slit, and onto his leg. "What the fuck, it's freshly used?" He muttered to himself, as the creature slowly approached him, watching as he knelt down to clean the muck off his shoes. With precise strikes, the creature hit the straps of his weapons, knocking them off his body and ripping them off even before he had a chance to react, pushing his face first into the bear as it does.
 
 
Frank yelped in surprise as he was suddenly disarmed and face full of musky cum, coughing as he tried to push free. He found his movements restrained, human like hands gripping his arms as he struggled, pinning him to the bed as something removed his pants. His eyes widened as the creature behind him lowered itself onto him, panting against his neck as it pressed its sizable breasts on him, something slithering under his armor from below, undoing the straps as it rips his inner shirt. With his armor off, he was suddenly lifted up and turned around by the tentacles, bough to face the creature that is assaulting him. Before him was a woman twice his size, completely naked with multiple tentacles sprouting from her back, a wide grin on her face as it lowered him down. Feeling something poking at his ass, he looked down to see a massive cock sprouting from the creature's crotch, an enviable set of balls to go with them.
 
 
The creature before him was known by many as an angel, though one of death and destruction than of mercy. It's tentacles can easily rip a man in half and is reported to even shrug off direct hits from rockets and grenades. With no way to defend himself, it was impossible to survive his situation, but Frank found it weird. Mutants usually go for the kill, not play with their prey. His thoughts was interrupted as he was forced onto the creature's rigid shaft, unable to do anything but squirm as he is ass fucked. The creature lets out growls of pleasure as it continued fucking him, letting go of him with its tendrils so it can embrace him in a hug, pushing him down onto the bed as it fucked him. It isn't long before the creature came, shooting massive amounts of cum straight into his formerly virgin ass, inflating his stomach in the process. Tears was streaking down Frank's face, unable to even cry out from the sudden and horrifying turn of events, wondering if he was better off dead. The creature laid against him, nuzzling up against his neck as her long tongue licked up his tears, running her sharp teeth against his flesh as she does, almost as if trying to see if he would try and foolishly fight her.
 
 
The creature's fun was interrupted, however, as the sound of smashing wood rang through the living room. The mutants that were chasing Frank earlier finally finding his location. Not wanting to give up her new toy, she lifted a whimpering Frank up, opening her surprisingly massive maw to engulf his head. Frank could do nothing except cry in alarm as he is slowly swallowed by the creature, his squirming only served to pleasure her as she slurped him up like a noodle. Splashing into the creature's stomach, Frank tried in vain to struggle, but the earlier trauma and his long journey sapped most of his strength. He soon passed out, hoping that his death won't be painful. Meanwhile, with her new toy packed away in her body, the creature picked up the teddy bear by putting a tendril into the fleshlight and lifting it up from there. She then looked at Frank's equipment, deciding that the sharp danger and firestick bang thingy were useless to her, but grabbing them regardless along with his bag and armor as she head to her true home. On the way, she growled at the weak mutants, who all fled at the sight of her. Back at her lair, she regurgitated him out and continued her fun, violating his now unconscious body all throughout the night.
 
 
Frank woke in a daze, but feeling strangely relaxed, despite the ominous but muffled carnival music playing in the background. His face was pressed against something soft, laying on something squishy but comfortable. Unknown to him, the monster's cum has an effect on humans, making them see her as something familiar and safe, and its hold was already rooted in Frank's mind. He opens his eyes to find one of the monster's breasts pressed against his cheek, her arm wrapped under him along with some of her tendrils. She was sleeping with her back to the floor, her tendrils spread out on the floor and a strangely cute look on her face, the teddy bear he was looking for on her right, getting violated by a tendril. Frank smiled at the sight, wondering why was he so scared of her when they first met, not knowing he was already under her spell. He looked down to notice her tendrils wrapping around his body gently, and her penis standing there in full glory, a tendril wrapping around her shaft as it gently goes up and down.
 
 
"No wonder this place smells musky..." Frank thought to himself as he tried to look around. It was only then did he notice he was naked, and covered in some kind of strangely comfortable feeling slime. He lifted his hand to give it a taste, finding it tasting slightly salty, but also sweet. He fruitlessly tried wiggling free from the relaxed tendrils, but found them to be unmovable, so decided to relax, watching the monster stroke herself off or around the room they are in. The room looks like a tunnel,a drained canal at their side but not much can be seen in the darkness.
"I think I can see why others call your kind an Angel.... you look quite pretty~" He chuckled to himself as he enjoyed the show, thinking back to the man that gave him the mission. Of course, they usually call her kind Angels of Death, but that's another matter. Looking at her long black hair, he suddenly remembers that it was part of the missing daughter's description, and wondered if this was really the "Shara" he was sent to look for. The madman also said she has a birthmark on her lower back, close to her butt, so maybe he can see that later.
 
 
A few more minutes pass as the Angel continued stroking herself off, slowly getting faster and faster as she grunted in her sleep. Finally, with a roar and a squeeze to Frank, she shot her load, coating the concrete floor with a copious amount of seed. Yawning, the Angel sat up and looked around, seeing Frank beside her. She grinned as she picked him up and gave him a hug, squishing his face against her breasts. Frank was taken by surprise, but leaned in to the hug, feeling some weird affection for her already. After the hug, he was lifted off her, and his face brought down to her dick. Frank watched as she member got closer, still hard despite just cumming, with seed still dripping from the tip. Every sane thought in his mind was telling him she shouldn't, but his corrupted instincts took over, and he tenderly engulfed the cock, hearing pleased moans from the Angel. He tried his best, but could only get the tip of the massive member into his mouth, deciding to focus on the glands, licking around the cock slit and even under the foreskin, much the the Angel's pleasure.
 
 
It isn't long before the Angel cums, using her hands to force his head still, shooting buckets of cum down his throat. He tries swallowing, opening his throat so he won't choke, but even then cum shoots out from his nose and side of his mouth, his stomach swelling from the torrent of seed. When he was finally released, he tore himself off the dick and coughed hard, spitting out the sticky mess that blocked his airways. The angel looked at him with a pleased look, patting him on the back as he coughed. When he finally recovered, the Angel stood up and walked off. Frank saw this and quickly got up to follow, feeling safest next to his new master.
 
 
After a while of walking, they exit the tunnel, the previously muffled carnival music now playing in all its glory. His eyes widened as he realised they were in the middle of the rumored Death Carnival, a former outpost that was destroyed when a dangerous monster tore down its walls. The Death Carnival is famous because of the music that is playing, one of the few sites still functioning despite being in disrepair, with no known reason why. Any who is foolish enough to venture inside in search for loots or the cause were never heard of again. As he took in the sights, the Angel walked on, going into one of the buildings, and began doing something inside. Curious, Frank followed, and upon entering, realised this was a power station, and she was using a hand crank to turn a cobbled together generator connected to a massive battery. "So she is the one keeping this place running.... Does that mean she is the monster that took over this place...?" He asked himself, as he watched her work, admiring her body as she worked multiple cranks with her hand and tendrils. He saw the birthmark on her back as he was watching, and was convinced that this angel is the Shara he was searching for, grinning at the fact he knew her name.
 
 
Relaxing as she went to work, Frank turned around and chuckled as he noticed where they exited from. The rundown Tunnel of Love was drained out by the large crater at a blocked end of the tunnel, barricaded by the scraps of swan boats that used to ride it. "How fitting." He muttered as he turned back to see the angel finally release the crank and move to the door, smiling at him as she does. She gently pats his head as she walks past, and continues through the doorway, Frank following behind her, wondering if he would get some food soon.
 
 
They soon went to a low wall lined with skulls. Frank's eyes widen at the scene, wondering what are they doing here in silence as he watched the angel go to the first skull, lifting it up as she gave it a kiss before setting it back down. Frank was confused at the gesture as he watched her go down the line, eventually noticing that below some of the skulls, more so past the first few, were names and notches in the stone. "Her past loves?" He wondered as he followed in silence.
 
 
Going down the line, she suddenly knelt down in front of a ruined skull to cry, the number of notches much more than the others, to a point there was a stone tablet that is covered in markings. Most of the upper part of the skull was gone, leaving only the lower jaw and back. Frank eyes widened as he assumed the markings, which never passed 4, meant. How many days they survived, and this skull belonged to someone who was with her for a long time. Going to the weeping angel, Frank gently pat her, her tendrils shooting up for a moment before relaxing. "Don't worry, Shara.... I'm here for you..." He muttered, the angel turning to face him, her eyes wide with shock. How long has it been since she was called that, and how did he know her name? Before she could move, he continued, noticing her surprise. "Your father... he asked me to find you.... I'll keep you safe..." He coos, kneeling down to hug her. She hugs him tightly, her tendrils wrapping around his body as she does, keeping them in embrace as she wept.
 
 
After she finally calmed down, Shara smiled sweetly at Frank, giving him a passionate kiss before bringing him to the end of the wall, where a chisel and hammer laid on the floor. "Hey, I don't plan on dying that easily." He chuckled as he picked up the chisel, etching his name into the stone. When he was done, Shara used her tendril to mark a notch under his name. He got up, and asked, "Is there anything to eat, Shara?" getting a shrug in reply, going to walk off. Frank watches as Shara moves off, and then follows behind her, watching her leave the carnival and into the monster infested city.
 
 
A few steps out of the carnival, Frank watches as Shara grabs a random infected, and begin eating, ripping at the flesh with ease while gesturing at him with one hand. "Ah... hunt to survive.... Might explain why the others died...." Frank mutters to himself, shaking his head in reply to Shara, who just shrugs in reply. After watching her completely eat the infected, Shara walks off deeper into the city, leaving him to fend for himself.
 
 
Turning around, Frank explored the carnival, noticing that the monsters seem to be hesitant to go past the walls, the creatures watching him as he leave. hours pass, and Frank finds Shara's stash of loot, all the way at the back of the tunnel near the pile of trash that blocks the other end. He found all his equipment, and all the other equipment from the past lovers, even some still good cans of food. Eagerly collecting them, he heads back out, going off to an open place in the carnival to plant his seeds before eating. For some reason, he felt no need to wear the clothes, deciding to roam around naked like Shara is.
 
 
A few hours pass, and Frank was relaxing in the sleeping area, the crops already planted. Shara returns, her belly slightly bulging from all the meat she ate, walking happily as she pats her full belly. "Hey Shara~. Looks like you had a good hunt~" Frank says with a chuckle, seeing her nod in response before laying down. Frank reaches over and pats her belly, feeling something squirming within, but deciding not to comment on it. He watches as his casual patting slowly gets her hard, and with a grin, wiggles closer to nuzzle up against her.
 
 
Shara squirms a bit as Frank continues massaging her, the human clearly enjoying her company. Frank soon wiggled out of his pants, and moves to her dick, giving it a few tender licks as he continues patting her belly, much to Shara's pleasure. Once she was properly lubed up, Frank stood up, and lay belly to belly against her, rubbing his cock against her belly as he taunts her with his ass. His rational mind is clouded by lust, his body hungry for her cock, and soon, he pushed himself down, crying in pleasure as he rides Shara's member, though only half of the massive shaft. Sharah's tendrils squirm in pleasure as she tries to resist the urge to get him to her base, reaching up to grab him into a hug. It isn't long before Shara cums, bloating Frank's belly with her warm seed, not a drop spilling. Frank collapses in a daze after his own orgasm from the filling, nuzzling happily against his new love, his mind not even processing the fact that his body shouldn't even stretch like that.
 
 
Months pass, Frank was assumed dead a week after his disappearance and he was barely mourned and soon forgotten. He was always a loner and the most emotion his disappearance caused was the bartender shedding a tear for the loss of a source of income. Frank, meanwhile, was happily surviving, the crops having grown and supplying him with ample food. Sharah lost her speech in her transformation, but they developed simple sounds and hand signals to understand each other better. He progressed from Shara's fleshlight and cuddle toy to actual lover and spent most of the night fucking or getting fucked by her, much to Shara's surprise. The previous lovers for some reason were hesitant on sticking it in, but Frank held no such restraint. It isn't long before Frank noticed that Shara's belly started growing, recognizable even with her massive daily meals. With much love and care, it isn't long before the child between the two is born.
 
 
Frank woke up, his head resting on Shara's pregnant belly, one hand gently massaging it as he awoke. He could feel the child within wiggling, but then noticed that Shara's muscles seem surprisingly tight. As he attempted to help Shara relax her abdominal muscles, she awoke grunting in pain as she spread her legs. Surprised by the lack of water breaking, Frank ran off to get some towels to place under Shara as she started pushing. Her body which is stretchy enough to swallow a fully grown human easily letting her child out, the amniotic sac still encasing the child, protecting it from the impact with the bedding. Frank returns too late and looks on in shock as he drops the towels on the floor, Shara still recovering from her exertion.
 
 
Within the fleshy sac squirms something Frank would never imagine. A brain bigger than a person's head with 5 tendrils and 2 eye stalks sprouting from the base of it, trying to break out of its confines. The eyes look at him as he stands there, frozen in shock. With a bit more squirming, something else emerges from the bottom of the brain, looking like a simple tendril until a squid like beak shoots out the end, piercing the sac and spilling the fluid all over the floor. The newborn creature wiggles itself free and moves towards Frank, grabbing onto him as he is still trying to process what was going on, nuzzling its soft brain against his chest as he stands there. Shara leans up and sees the two, smiling at them as she sees her child drag the still stunned human towards her, making him lay down at her side before latching on to her breasts with the fleshy part of its feeding tentacle, clearly careful to not hurt its mother with its beak.
 
 
It takes a whole 10 minutes before Frank finally comes to his senses, looking over at Shara breast feed her strange looking young. Carefully, Frank reaches out to pet his child, feeling the bumps and ridges on the exposed brain. It feels soft, but strangely tough, along with a rather strong heartbeat coming from within. He can almost feel the eyes looking at him as he continued to tenderly pat the child, trying to think of a name. He eventually settled on Lyn to the agreement of both Shara and the child, though unsure where it even came from. Frank soon got used to the new addition to the family and Lyn was very mature despite being only a few days old, though she enjoys climbing onto either his or Shara's head and rest up there.
 
 
One night, Frank had a weird dream. He was in an empty white void laying on a bed with a little girl hugging him like a pillow with her eyes closed. He looks at the girl, trying to remember where he had seen her, but nothing comes up. At that point, the girl opens her eyes and smiles sweetly at him, and Frank can't hold himself back from smiling in reply. "Hi daddy~." She says with a smile, nuzzling against him.
"Daddy? What is your name, little girl?" he asks in confusion, though not rejecting the nuzzles
"I'm Lyn, daddy~. Do you like me looking like this..." She replies, as her form changes into that of the brain with tentacles, the child's voice now resonating from all around. "or like this?"
Frank was surprised at the sudden change. "W-wait, this is a dream, right? What's going on?" He asks, clearly confused.
"I attached myself to you so I can play with you, daddy~. Don't worry, I won't do it when you are awake." Lyn coos in reply, shifting back into her human image. Frank looks her over once more, and notices how she looks a bit like Shara.
"Well, as long as you don't mess with anything...." Frank sighs, patting Lyn on the head as he does. "So what do you want to do?"
"I want to play~." She replies with a grin, at her words, many various toys from Frank's memory appearing before them. He chuckles and gets up, going to show his child the various playground toys from his memories.
 
 
After a long while of playing, Frank finally wakes, opening his eyes to Lyn on his face. He can feel something coming out of his ears before Lyn gets off. He gently pats Lyn on the head before letting her run off to her mother as he gets changed. The same occurrence happens for a few nights, and once, after the two had sex and collapsed in bed together, Lyn brought the both of them together, and they all had a nice, happy family bonding time in the dreamscape.
 
 
A few days after that, Shara came home with something in tow, or perhaps someone. She had captured a tendril armed woman, binding her easily with her own more powerful tendrils. The woman looks cute, and Frank thought that if they met in the past, he might have asked her out. Shara called Lyn over, and after a bit of weird tentacle gestures, Lyn climbed onto the back of the still bound infected, and slowly began working her tendrils into the infected's body. The infected cried out in pain and struggled fruitlessly, before going limp and collapsing to the floor, Lyn's tendrils squirming under its skin. After a while, the infected stood up, and looked around with a smile, examining her body and testing it out, before going over to Frank and giving him a hug.
" Hi daddy~" She coos, much to Frank's surprise.
"L-lyn? What did you do?"
"I took control of her, poor girl is so scared, but don't worry, she is safe now, and gave me her body to use in exchange." Lyn replies with a smile, pressing her new, soft breasts against his chest. "After a while, my young form will fuse with this body, and I'll be even stronger, to protect you and mommy~"
Frank was at a loss, but after all that happened, readily accepts it,patting Lyn's new body on the head as Shara comes close to grab the two in a hug.
 
 
Sure enough, Lyn's new body changed, the arms which had turned to tendrils before now became a veiny, long set of arms, which could split up back into the tendrils at a moment's notice. More tendrils sprouted from her back as well, and Lyn's brain-like body was absorbed into the nape of the body, though having a visible bulge there. Frank, Shara and Lyn would live in peace for a while, and Frank would father a good more children, all just as weird as Lyn. The humans survivors, however, would find new, more powerful infected poping up, who are able to mess with the minds of those who fight them, and then escape, or if they are unfortunate, capture the humans and use them for their own purposes.