Tentacles, Parts 3-5 - Male Version

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Note: This is a female version of Tentacles.

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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3.

Once at home, Connor squatted down on his bedroom floor and continued to try to eject the sample but his efforts were only proving to exhaust him and make his body ache. Dropping to his knees, he stared down at himself in unease.

His belly was strangely just getting bigger. Over the course of the day it had become a rounded mound, bulging out in his shirt – he looked as though he could have been pregnant! This was definitely cause for concern, but Connor was uncertain about what course to take. His best bet would probably have been to go to the hospital – but what if the government agents reappeared? What if he disappeared the way Dr. Rogers had? What had they done to the doctor anyway??

Connor started feeling dizzy, and dropped down to his plumper-than-usual bottom. His stomach did another lurch, causing him to shiver. What was going on in there? Connor bit his lip as he continued to peer down at the bulge.

Finally, as the dizziness subsided, Connor climbed to his feet and trudged to his bed. He dropped down against it, but found lying against his stomach to be extremely uncomfortable, so turned over onto his side. Hopefully it won’t get any bigger, Connor thought anxiously, and somehow he managed to drift off to sleep.

But Connor didn’t sleep for long. He felt a strange tension in his ass. His briefs felt tight. After rubbing his eyes, he reached down and shoved down his underwear. He cupped his bottom and shuddered in arousal. His hole was bulging somewhat – like something was pushing at it from the inside.

Connor squirmed. His belly looked more swollen than ever. He groaned and shuddered as he felt something begin to…crown out of him? “Ahhhhh…” Connor moaned, half expecting that he was dreaming. But if the sample was coming out, that was a good thing. Oh, he thought, as he pushed.

Something protruded out from between his crack…but it wasn’t the sample. Connor managed to look back at something green…and slimy looking…with a bulbous tip that was followed by more and more of it. A vine-like limb, almost like a…tentacle. And it was animated…moving…wiggling about as it perceived its surroundings, and continued to slide...out of his body, two, maybe three feet of it, as Connor shuddered and breathed and tried to figure out if he was even conscious.

But then moments passed, and the thing was hovering over him, idly swaying, still innocently protruding out of his ass, and in those moments, Connor did not wake up.

Connor shouted. His first instinct was to detach the thing, and he grabbed it by its sole, slippery limb, but as he pulled, the pain was unbearable. He felt like he was ripping his insides out. Connor cried out in pain and curled in on himself, the tentacle meanwhile sliding back inside, disappearing, and leaving only his plump belly and throbbing hole as evidence that it had ever been there at all.

4.

The next day he looked as though he was six months pregnant. The uncomfortable lurching inside him continued. Connor sat in class, his belly hidden beneath the loose jersey he was wearing. His found himself continuously fidgeting in his seat, ass pressed firmly against his chair. Meanwhile he blankly stared down at the notebook on his desk, sure that last night had to have been a dream. There was no way something had really - protruded - out of his opening. Something alive. That was impossible. It was just insane.

Connor blinked as he felt his boxers begin to tighten, his hole filling, ass seeming to swell.

His eyes widening, Connor got up and hurried out of the classroom. He went into the nearest bathroom where he locked himself into a stall. “Nnnnghhh...” he groaned as something pushed between his bloated cheeks.

His pants tented out, and he shoved them down to make way for the limb – the wiggling tentacle. It rose up and twisted to hoover in his face, Connor stumbling back against the wall of the stall. He continued to stare up at the tentacle in fear.

It shot towards him, and Connor instinctively raised his right arm up to stop it, but the thing easily wrapped around his wrist, restricting him. Its bulby head continued on though, the tentacle snaking its way down to his chest. It definitely seemed to surpass three feet. Who knew how long the limb went on inside him! Connor whimpered as it dove to his chest – his pecs had become tender and soft, resembling small breasts by then – where it secreted a translucent green…slime…that the tentacle proceeded to rub it into his flesh. Connor twisted and squirmed in unmitigated disgust. He felt trapped with the creature somehow attached to his body.
When the tentacle seemed satisfied with its handiwork, it pulled away from his chest and unraveled from his arm before slipping back into his backside to join the rest of whatever it was that occupied his guts.

Connor gasped for breath, his skin crawling. Though his legs were weak, he forced himself to get out of the stall, and observed his flushed face in the mirror. He pulled up the front of his shirt and touched his chest. It felt sticky and gross. Connor wet some paper towels and did his best to wipe the slime off, unaware that most of it had already been absorbed into his skin.

When he was done, Connor just breathed. He tried to clear his mind and think things through. What was the next logical step to take?

He needed help. That much was clear. He couldn’t handle this problem on his own. Though Dr. Rogers was unreachable, there were several other brilliant scientists on the college faculty. Now it was simply a matter of choosing one he could trust, someone he could confide in about his bizarre condition. Someone who wouldn’t spill his secrets to the authorities the moment they learned.

Connor knew which scientist that was. Dr. Bradley Waters, the young, prodigious, world renowned biologist. Connor had actually…dated him…a semester or two back. And Connor wasn’t too keen about the confrontation to come.

Taking a deep breath, Connor forced himself to turn away from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.

5.

“I wanted to know if I could speak to you off the record, Br- Dr. Waters.” Connor was sitting opposite him at a table in Brad’s cluttered lab. He watched Brad carefully pour a chemical from a beaker into a test tube.

“You know you always can, Connor,” the scientist responded, not looking up from his work. “And what’s this Dr. Waters business? You know that to you I’m Brad.”

“I appreciate that, Brad. I’m glad we can still be friends.”

Brad finally looked up, offering him a smile. “You look…good.” He trailed off, eyes lingering on Connor’s beer gut.

“I – erm – put on some weight,” Connor admitted. As if on cue, his hole tingled. Reddening, he tried to clench as tightly as he could.

“Oh?” Brad said politely.

“Brad, I wanted to speak to you about…ahhhh…” The tentacle pushed forcefully out of his opening, shoving against his cock and making Connor shudder. But it continued on, towards his front this time, jamming against the crotch of his pants, threatening to tear right through.

Connor tugged down his shirt, but the tentacle seemed to be rapidly discovering his waistband. All the stimulation was making him hard.

“What is it?” Brad asked. He began to search for something in a drawer. “I know I had that tonic somewhere…”

The tentacle finally pushed free. Its tip immediately drifted towards a cage sitting on a cart just to the left of the table. It was full of the gerbils Brad used for his experiments. The tentacle closed in on one of the animals, its bulb rising to reveal a small opening at the tip that stretched wide like a mouth. It then plunged down on the gerbil, swallowing it like a snake. Connor stared in horror as a lump formed on the tentacle where the gerbil’s body was being worked along it, slowly sliding down its length and towards his body. But the tentacle didn’t seem finished. It began to close in on another of the animals.

Connor was in a state of panic. “Brad, two days ago, I was exposed to-”

“Hold that thought, Connor,” said the oblivious young scientist who was still searching through the drawer. Giving up, he snapped it closed. “I’ll just have to make another one. Give me five minutes.” He walked over to a shelf where he began to pile various jars and containers into his arms.

Connor tensed as the gerbil hit his opening. Holding his belly, he struggled not to groan as the tentacle forced it past his hole to join the rest of its body contained in Connor’s stomach. Connor could see a second lump of a gerbil’s working its way along the length of the tentacle. Meanwhile, the head of the tentacle was closing in on a third animal.

Connor’s stomach tightened as the first gerbil hit his gut. The second one was just beginning to push through his overtaxed hole. He groaned, his face red and beaded with sweat. He felt precome begin to seep against the inside of his boxers.

“Connor, are you okay?” Brad called, not looking up from whatever chemicals he was combining by some bunsen burners on the other side of the room. As usual, Brad was so obsessed with work he was oblivious of reality.

“I…have to go,” Connor gasped out.

Not caring that the tentacle was still protruding from his waistband, he got up and hurried out of the room. He was grateful that the corridor outside was empty since campus hours were over. Connor leaned heavily on the wall holding his belly as it bloated and tightened with the second gerbil. The third was meanwhile being pushed into his hole, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Nrrgghhh…unnnghhhh…” Connor groaned, his body trembling, belly throbbing. To his mortification, he came right there. Then he slumped back, panting.

Once the tentacle had finished consuming its strange meal, it unceremoniously jerked back inside him, and the plumpened Connor was left standing in the hallway, panting, red, and tighter than ever.