Tentacles II, Part 11

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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’s insides twisted. She stood in her full-length mirror to find that her belly outspanned it, and she had to back away a good deal to view her full form. She could actually see her skin shifting as her belly lurched, and sometimes the shapes of the tentacles rose to the surface, rolling beneath her swollen flesh.

She thought her belly must have been the size of a beach ball by then. It was heavy and packed, protruding so uncomfortably on her torso she had to arch her body, pushing it out yet more.

Her breasts were continuing to develop and swell. She had two pairs of EE-cups stacked on her chest where there was hardly room. They were so round and bloated that they shoved into her chin. They didn’t sag, they just ached and throbbed, nipples tingling at times.

Her lips were plumper than she recalled, and had become a dark green color, as though she was wearing lipstick. Her eyes had turned entirely green as well, and her hair had taken on green highlights under the light.

Even her skin seemed to have taken on a pale green hue, as though the essence of the tentacles was seeping into her being. She wondered if she was becoming something else entirely. What was this creature doing inside of her?

Katie panted quietly, shaking her head at her reflection. Her face was rounder as well, and when she turned to her side to examine her profile, she could see that her ass was plump and full, protruding out behind her.

She was wearing a white tank top that could hardly stretch over the four melons on her chest, let alone her gigantic belly. She had also squeezed into a small pair of gym shorts, her scant amount of attire making her considerable transformation all the more blaring.

“Fuhhhh…” she wheezed, suddenly overwhelmed with it all. She leaned back on the wall, arching her back, trying to give her breasts just a little more space where they were being jammed uncomfortably into each other and against her belly. Her hand slid to the underside of her churning gut. The heated throb of her nipples intensified, and then there was a new sensation…moisture?

Katie looked down at herself to see a moist spot forming on her shirt against her lower right breast. She blankly watched for a while longer to find more wet patches blossoming on her shirt, against all four of her nipples. It was warm, and growing increasingly damp. It was milk. She was lactating.

“Mgghhhh…” she moaned, legs weak beneath her. She panted there for a while until her heart stopped pounding and her breathing evened out enough that she could hear sounds outside of her own body. She was lactating. It seemed a minor issue compared to everything else she was dealing with. Calm down, she reminded herself. You’ll figure all this out. Just get your head on straight.

She would figure this out for sure.

A scuttling noise distracted her. Katie turned her head slightly to see a white mouse making its way across her wooden floor. Oh no.

A tentacle jerked free from between her thighs, causing Katie to yelp and fall back against the wall, cupping the side of her mass. The writhing of her insides grew more aggressive, like more tentacles were considering coming out. Thankfully there was only one mouse present, and she hoped that no others were in the vicinity.

Sensing danger, the mouse scampered towards the shelter of a bookshelf, but the tentacle was faster. It slammed down on the mouse with its sucker, gulping it whole. The creature's body throbbed and rocked as it worked its way along the tentacle’s great length. Katie squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation as it began to push its way inside of her. Her legs quavered and she groaned until she could feel her belly filling just a bit more, the tension spiking as sweat beaded along her brow.

Katie felt weary and overheated. Additionally, she was phobic that more mice would appear. Barefoot and dazed, Katie waddled outside, to find the sky overcast and a steady drizzle pouring across her lawn. She stepped onto the grass, uncaring of the risk of being spotted by someone. It felt good to be out of her stuffy house, to breathe for just a moment. Tiredly, she managed to get down on her knees, allowing them to sink against the cool earth.

She didn’t know how long she was perched there. At some point she sunk onto her soft backside, thighs spread wide, and belly resting on the grass. The spot was comfortable and she sort of felt glued there. She didn’t have the will to get up. Not yet.

A rustling of the surrounding foliage made Katie blink out of her reverie. She slowly became aware of the sounds of animals around her. There would be a lot of wild rabbits around the property. Squirrels too. The lurching inside her intensified steadily, and Katie suddenly found herself wondering if the tentacles would be able to catch the animals in her yard. She didn’t want to find out.

Katie started at the sound of someone trekking up the slope to her house. She looked around to notice that it was a good deal darker than it had been when she had first come outside. The drizzle had persisted, and her top was now soaked, between the rain water and her own seeping milk. Matt appeared on the brick path. He shook his head at her.

“Can’t leave you alone for a second,” he said, walking over, grabbing her arm, and beginning to haul her up before she was quite prepared. But he was surprisingly strong, and somehow she ended up on her feet. She hobbled as she was dragged back toward her house, trying not to lose her balance.

She froze in her tracks as her belly gave a fretful heave, and something was coming up her throat. Slimy green fluid poured down her chin, Katie groaning in disgust.

Matt just sighed and resumed dragging her.

Katie soon found herself back in her bedroom. She managed to get herself cleaned, dried off, and into a dress that barely served as a t-shirt stretched over her mass in addition to a spandex skirt. Redundant but necessary.

She was exhausted from all the events of the day, and when she climbed into bed, she immediately started dozing. Her belly wasn’t so much pulsating as it was tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. Uncomfortable as it was, she nodded off to the rhythm of it.

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In the morning, Matt was gone. He wasn’t clattering about as usual, and had yet to come bother her. Somehow she knew he wasn’t at the house.

Katie grabbed her purse and stuffed her feet into some tennis shoes. When she waddled into the kitchen, she felt heavier than ever, and suspected she was. Her belly seemed to stretch out even farther than before, protruding out from her flanks more than ever.

She hauled it with effort, and leaned on a chair to catch her breath while marveling at the food presentation on the table.

There was a mountain of eggs, several bagels, a heap of sausages, and a pile of pancakes. There were also generous amounts of bacon, toasted bread slices, syrup-drenched waffles and french toast, in addition to a massive bowl of creamy, buttery porridge.

The huge meal was accompanied by a simple note from Matt: If you don’t eat it, I’ll know.

Katie swallowed.

The food actually smelled delicious, and she was surprised by how desperately she wanted it. Her belly skin bulged out at a spot, a tentacle prodding at her flesh from the inside, causing her to grunt and hug what she could reach of her gut. Have to get out of here… Because Katie finally had a plan, and it didn’t entail stuffing herself to fatigue. If she wanted to implement it, she had to do it now.

Tearing her gaze away from the food, Katie waddled toward the door, staggering when her belly ached in protest. She went stiff, and turned back towards the table.

She wanted just one bite, but wasn’t sure she would be able to stop. The hunger was just so potent. Not really thinking, she grabbed up the large bowl of wheat porridge, and tried to balance it against her bobbing breasts as she wobbled toward the door. It was something she could eat if things got too overwhelming. Trying not to think of all the other food she was leaving behind, Katie exited to the living room as quickly as she could, ignoring the forceful squirms of the tentacles. She gasped as the kitchen door closed and the aroma of breakfast food was no longer assailing her. The tentacles calmed, if just marginally. They were still hungry, and that hunger was growing.

Katie eased herself down onto the couch, setting the bowl on the cushions beside her. Some of the porridge slopped over the sides, getting on the couch, but she could hardly bring herself to care. She pulled out her phone with trembling hands. She knew that Matt was somehow able to track her wherever she went. He was probably even monitoring her calls. But she had to take this chance.

Katie ordered a car. She chose the company that was nearest to her remote property, and hence would be the fastest to arrive. Then she just fidgeted as she waited, eyes darting from the window to the clock hanging above the television. She squirmed, deeply hoping to see her cab pull up and not Matt’s SUV. If Matt beat them here, she would be in serious trouble.

Her heart seemed to spasm when she heard a vehicle driving along her quiet lane. She stopped breathing and blinked back the tears in her eyes, knowing her whole plan had been futile.

It was the taxi!

Breathing thin, Katie began to struggle to extricate herself from her position squashed into her couch cushions, when her stomach released a terrible groan, skin jabbing out in several places, causing her to wince. She had held off too long on feeding the creature, but if she could just hold on a few minutes longer—

The monster wasn’t having it. A tentacle shot out beneath her skirt, causing her to whimper. “No,” she protested, still fighting to get off the couch. She didn’t care at that point, she just had to get out of there!

But the discomfort at her groin augmented as her opening tightened, her face contorting as she felt something else forcing its way through. By instinct she opened her thighs wide, releasing a long groan as a second tentacle pushed its way free, and began to hover around curiously.

The first had dove right into the bowl of porridge and was sucking it down at rapid rates, her belly jerking as it tightened and she gasped. The second tentacle swayed around above her like a pendulum. It inched towards the low cut of her shirt, and the four breasts rocking there.

“I don’t have time for this,” Katie moaned. She grunted out as it dipped below her collar and attached to her upper right nipple, taking a long suck, her face flushed and sweaty as it actually began to nurse. In the drive way, her cab driver was honking his horn. Her ride was going to leave, and Brad would take his place, she was sure of it.

Katie renewed her efforts to get up, even as her thighs quavered violently from the actions of the tentacles. The first tentacle had finished sucking down the porridge and was slowly retracting. The second tentacle had moved on to the opposite breast, and was sucking down its contents, the previous breast it had nursed from feeling weirdly comfortable compared to before—less hot and bloated.

She had to go. Nothing else mattered. Katie pushed against her massive mound, crying out as she managed to heave herself up with great effort. Gasping for breath, she waddled towards the door, ignoring the tentacle protruding out from under her skirt and dipping into her collar. “Wait, I’m here!” she cried as she burst onto the porch. The cab was just pulling out of the driveway. It stopped.

Katie waddled over as fast as her legs could carry her. She opened the back door and squeezed her body inside. The middle-aged man in the driver's seat had turned his head and was gawking at her. “What the—?”

“Take me into the city, I’ll pay anything,” said Katie. “The news station on main. Channel 18. Please, please, please.”

The cab driver stared a moment longer, and she was so nervous she felt nauseous. Finally he turned back to his windshield and put the car in reverse. Katie breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled out of the driveway, consistently shooting her odd looks in the rearview mirror.

As they pulled off her small lane, she half expected to see Matt’s car turning from the main road and intercepting them, but there was still no sight of it. She sunk back, taking long breaths of air. She cupped the side of her pulsating orb, which was jammed up against the passenger’s seat in front of her. She was completely squished there, but she could hardly care. She was going to tell her story, and her overseers—the government, the CIA—or whatever organization it was that Matt worked for—would lose all leverage they had on her. She would never be confined again.

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