Tentacles II, Part 12

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Summary: Katie is impregnated with tentacles. Contains: Female: tentacle  pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg  laying, unbirthing, partial transformation, forcefeeding, stuffing,  multiple breasts, and more.

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Katie just focused on breathing. She couldn't believe that she had made it to a television station without being intercepted.

And the people here actually believed her. Well, it was hard not to given the state that she was in. They even called in a local physician at their cost to examine her. In a daze, he verified her claims. That she had four breasts and was massively pregnant, though he could not speak to her insistence that a tentacle creature was inside of her. Just that something in her womb was “active, and inhuman.” The sonogram could not make out anything aside from squirming tendrils. He said, “it’s something alive. Not fat, fluid, or a tumor.” He honestly looked frightened.

Aside from the lurches, Katie found the creature to be uncharacteristically calm. It had made no efforts to come out since her arrival at the TV station an hour earlier.

The staff and producers were kind and sympathetic, catering to her with a sort of caginess and uncertainty. Katie was unlike anything they had ever seen before, and there was no precedent on precautions around her. Katie couldn't even properly explain who had done this to her. She didn't know herself. A powerful organization of some sort. Maybe even the government. Could it have been aliens somehow? It was bizarre that she was so oblivious after everything she had endured because of them. She felt pathetic. She was pathetic. But at least this was start. Her first steps towards liberation from whatever monster had taken residence inside of her.

A producer named Tina sat down with Katie. She wanted to get the authorities involved.

“Please don't,” Katie pleaded. At that point there were few people she could trust—if any.

“But from what you've told us, you're not safe here,” Tina responded. “We have a small security team, but nothing equipped to handle the things you've told us you've been through.”

“I just need to get my story out,” said Katie firmly. “Once I do, they won't be able to touch me. It’s the only way.”

Tina looked as though she wanted to protest but instead pressed her lips for a moment. “Then let's get you on the air.”

Katie refused hair and wardrobe. There wasn't much they could do with her anyway, between her pouring sweat and grossly swollen body. The fact that she was full of nerves didn't help with the breathlessness and sweating. She waited nervously in her dressing room. When she was given the ten-minute warning of airtime, she tried to even out her breathing and put on a calm demeanor.

It was only then that the tentacles started becoming active again, as though intent to sabotage her. But they didn't push out. They found other ways to torment.
Her belly button started to shudder. "Ngghhh..." she groaned, cupping her navel as it pushed out. Her face twisted. She squirmed and scrambled, fearful that they were going to tear right through her as her belly button distended yet more.

Then her top dampened. Katie looked down to see a patch of moisture forming against her belly button. It was gooey and green. It was slime, and it was seeping right out of her through her navel. This could not be a good sign. What if she really was on the cusp of bursting, her body no longer able to tolerate the continually mounting pressure inside?

She groaned and belched, which resulted in slime now pouring down her chin. It was disgusting but she didn't have time to clean herself up. Telling her story was more important. She belched up more slime, causing it to roll down her neck and into the cleavage of her upper pair of breasts.

Her gut clenched in the familiar sensation she endured when she was on the brink of pushing out eggs. "Ngghhh..." She couldn't be distracted. Her belly clenched again and she arched, moaning. It felt like it was being squeezed. It was the size of a boulder perched in her lap, crushing against her, the forceful contractions almost too much to bear. But she didn't give in. Not now.

Someone knocked lightly on her dressing room door. “Katie, we're ready for you,” called an assistant producer named Ann as she poked her head into the room.

They were planning to frame this to induce the maximum amount of shock from their viewers. They would start with a photo of Katie from only a few weeks before. Fit, athletic, and devoid on any unusual growths or deformities. Then they would bring Katie out in all her swollen glory. Two doctors would also come on set to verify her unexplained condition: The fact that she was pregnant but with something inhuman, the presence of the secondary pair of breasts, and the unexplained green hues that now saturated her hair, skin, and nails.

“Let me help,” said Ann.

“Yes,” said Katie, feeling jittery.

Ann wasn't much help physically speaking, but the encouragement was enough for Katie to struggle her way to her feet. It took several attempts, some grunting, and a lot of crying out. Once standing, Katie’s legs trembled beneath her. Her belly was just impossibly large. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to support it.

She was mortified by the mere idea of being on television looking like this. But it was the only way to guarantee her safety.

Ann paused for a moment to stare at Katie and the green slime now seeping from Katie's belly button. It took a moment before Ann tore her eyes away. “Just this way,” she said nervously as she held open the door.

Katie lumbered forward, waddling heavily, straining to force her body to move. She still felt the clenches in her gut, the pressure surging with the pressing need to be in a body of water. “Oh god,” she groaned, pausing and gripping the wall.

“Everything alright?” said Ann weakly.

Of course it wasn't. Katie just gave a jerky nod. Her belly actually scraped either side of the door frame as she pushed herself through it and made her way towards the studio.

People gasped as she struggled onto the stage. There was not a live studio audience but the cameramen and producers who had yet to see her just looked aghast or dazed. Ann guided Katie all the way to her seat opposite the news anchor who would be interviewing her. Katie eased herself down, releasing another long groan as she did.

The news anchor tried her best to smile. “Hi Katie, my name is Jane. It's great to meet you. Perhaps not the best of circumstances. But thank you for agreeing to tell your story.”

“Sure,” said Katie, as that was all she could manage. She breathed heavily, sweat and slime and even some milk oozing into her shirt.

The director began to count down on his fingers from behind the camera directly facing to them, while mouthing the numbers: 5...4...3...2...

“Today I am at the studio with Katie Smith, who has a horrifying story to share, and is presently afraid for her life. She saw going public to be her only option. To the left is a picture of Katie only a few weeks ago. And this is Katie now. Now Katie, things have certainly changed since that photo was taken.” The camera turned and Katie could see that she was on the monitor. “Can you tell us what happened to you?” Jane asked gently.

“Yes.” Katie puffed out a forceful breath. “Yes, it all st-stared with—" God, her belly was so tense, so tight. The creature was absolutely squeezingher. She felt like she was about to split in two. She couldn't hold on any longer. Her gut shuddered and Jane released an audible gasp. The mound began to swell, actually advance forward.

“D-do you gave a bathroom?” Katie whined. She needed to get into water, needed to push out some eggs.

Jane just looked gobsmacked. She lightly shook herself out of it. “Katie, we're live,” she mouthed.

But it was just too much. Katie couldn't hold on any longer. "Guhhhhhh…" Her thighs quivered open and tentacles sprung forward. Not one or two but a whole swarm of them.

And she was still growing. Katie watched the mound advance and widen as it steadily grew larger than she was. She felt as though it was crushing her. Her chair collapsed without warning and soon she was sprawled on the stage floor, squirming helplessly beneath her mound as more tentacles shot out to accost her, nurse from her, or just wrap around her. Some gravitated towards Jane who ran off, screaming.

Katie's belly continued to pulsate forcefully. Heave and swell, heave and swell.

"Shit, evacuate the building!" someone shouted.

Well, at least she had gotten her story out.

The End