Tentacles II, Part 6
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Summary: Katie is impregnated with tentacles. Inspired by Arthur Saxons Pregnant with Tentacles 1 & 2. 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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Why dont you fight it? Katie wanted to know.
Lara sighed a she set her tray on the table. Look around you.
Katie did so. Her attention was caught on another woman being rejected at the door. She slumped off to the buffet, where she grabbed a fresh tray, and began to load it with food, nauseous though she looked.
The security around this place if ridiculous, Lara continued. She sat down, and began to unenthusiastically chew on one of the gooey rolls. They have technology Ive never even seen in movies. You better start eating yourself. Our overseers wouldnt be happy with your abstaining for this long. And with that, Lara proceeded to stuff her face with food.
Katie sunk down in the opposite seat and stared blankly at her empty tray. She still wasnt convinced that this all wasnt some disturbed dream. What are the consequences? she mumbled as her eyes shifted to her rounded gut. She was reminded of the feeding mask she had endured only hours before, the one that had pumped her with food so rapidly, it had almost choked her. Anything would be preferable to that. Just the thought of it made her shudder.
Lara snorted into her pudding. Wouldnt you like to know.
Katie sat a moment longer in her resignation, before she forced herself up on her bare feet, and turned towards the buffet.
Her legs carried her to the back of the queue, which was barely three people long, and moving rapidly. The buffet was fully automated, emptied pans sinking down into the counter, as fresh, overflowing ones slid in their place.
Katie proceeded to load up her tray, piling it high with food, scowling as she did so. She felt occasional glances from the other women, many directed to her stomach. She couldnt stop thinking about Laras remarkthat Katie was the only person who had developed this far. She was unique. She was compatible with the life form. She was considered a success, to those who had captured her.
The food tray trembled in her arms.
Katie carried herself back to Laras table, and in the same dull way the other women employed, she began to stuff her mouth with food. She chewed even though it was hardly necessary. The food seemed designed for rapid-processing, and practically slithered down her throat before she consciously made the effort to swallow.
After the first tray, her belly felt tight and uncomfortable. She got in line to exit, scanned her thumb, but the door buzzed harshly in decline.
Katie looked back at the buffet, where Lara was already back in line. The green-haired woman threw her a grim smile.
Katie loaded up her second tray with even more food than before. She sat down with Lara and gobbled her way through globs of pork lard, overflowing cups of greasy puddings, and huge chunks of gooey cheeses. Her insides were aching by then. She was nauseous, but for some reason, felt no signs of throwing up. Instead the pressure inside her grew and grew. Her groin tingled, and she pressed her thighs tight. Eugh, she groaned, sagging forward.
Now youre getting it, said Lara dryly. She looked flushed. Ready for thirds?
You have to be kidding.
But Lara wasnt. A moment later, Katie was back in line, swaying slightly. By some compulsion, she arched her back, belly sticking out even farther. It was getting so tight. It shuddered. Or she did. It was hard to tell, she just knew the mound was throbbing, and there was no leverage left. She felt an unpleasant sensation of movement buried deep in her loins.
Ngghhhh she groaned as she trudged back to the table. She barely managed to set down her tray before she gripped the table with both hands.
Even Lara looked concerned by then. Youre growing fast.
A-am I? But Katie was distracted. Something was prodding, pushing at her between her thighs, as though the momentum of the sheer pressure was forcing the tentacle south. It lingered just within her labia, the engorged lips bulging slightly from its presence, and if she relaxed just a bit, the tentacle would have the leverage to spring free. Ngghhh
The surrounding whispers were getting louder, more blatant now. Katie groaned and flattened her and to her pubic region, the other wrapping around her belly. Its going to
She dropped to her knees, hips twitching as the creature lingered irritatingly in her cavity. It felt bigger, or maybe was coiled up to a certain degree, because it felt thick and jammed in her opening, the sensation making her hips jerk, as it pushed her towards completion just through its heated, twitching presence inside her.
She fell to her side, twisting, turning, and groaning, until she found herself on her back, feet braced against the ground. Flushed, sweaty, and breathing in hoarse pants, she spread her quavering thighs, because she couldnt stand to be on the edge a moment longer. The stimulation was just too much. She rocked, jerked, and pushed. Cmon, cmoohhhhhh!
The tentacle sprung free in one swift movement. Around her, there was a small commotion, trays dropping, voices squealing, feet trampling as the other women hurried to get away.
Katie hardly noticed or cared. Her body arched and thighs quivered at the sensation of the tentacle continuing to slide out, its length seeming to thicken the further it proceeded, as though it was a single limb of something inhuman and daunting buried deep inside her. Katies eyes rolled upwards as it ghosted her thighs, before it began to rub her skin in languid, arbitrary motions, each stroke leaving behind a trail of translucent green slime.
Oh god! Katie thought. She was deriving pleasure from this. She regained herself enough to really look at the thing.
The tentacle was definitely thicker, and it had more than doubled its length since she had last seen itor maybe more of it had simply come out of her. It had to be close to her height of five feet four inches, which meant it outspanned her arms and other limbs. Katie didnt know why this so deeply concerned her.
Hahhhhh hahhhhh She struggled to catch her breath. She came to realize how absurd she looked, sprawled back, thighs spread, wantonly revealing herself through the scanty smock she had on. Against the walls of the room, the other women stood frozen, as though pinned there by some invisible force. Despite their own abnormalities, they were terrified.
Mnngghhhh Katie hummed, feeling feeble and weak. She was sweaty and disheveled, juices pouring freely. The tentacle swayed above her, as though contemplating her body. It gave a vicious swing, and her hips bucked before she could stop herself. It was almost like it was toying with her. It jerked again, and Katie whimpered.
She grunted as the tentacle gave a wide swing towards the other girls, who gasped and scrambled further away, some of them clutching each other. As though realizing they were beyond its reach, the tentacle returned to hoover over Katie.
She groaned, and found herself unconsciously rubbing her churning belly. Easy she groaned, feeling as though she was trying to talk down a wild animal.
As her gut suddenly tightened, Katie stiffened and let out a wheeze. It expanded gently as though inflating, as though the creature inside her was bulking up by sheer will.
When it stopped, Katie fell back, completely boneless. Please she groaned, writhing weakly, wanting to get away despite how futile that was.
The tentacle continued it slow, sinuous movements. It slid under the smock, over her belly, and she grimaced, feeling fit to burst. She whined as it pressed into her.
The tentacle proceeded. She squeezed her eyes shut as it moved up to her chest, massaging it roughly. Something wet, warm, and sticky oozed onto her, making her wrinkle her nose. The tentacle then proceeded to rub the sticky substance into her flesh.
Oh! Something clamped to her nipple. At the sensation of suction, she hissed, and opened her eyes to see the head of the tentacle attached to her nipple, bobbing slightly.
She fixed her eyes to the ceiling, fidgeting, and pressing her lips as the tentacle then moved to her other nipple to repeat the process. She hummed, trying to contain her pleasure, even as blatant as it was.
She rubbed circles on her belly, hoping to pacify the tentacle somehow, to make it actuallygo back inside of her.
Ngghhh But the tentacle moved on to the skin beneath her right breast, sucking with its gooey opening, making her squirm and cringe, till she was certain it had left a bruise on the surprisingly tender skin. The tentacle moved onto the flesh beneath her left breast, and just when she feared she would spend the while day suffering the tentacle nipping and sucking at her exposed flesh, it pulled back. It slowly, painstakingly, withdrew inside her, Katie quivering all the while, as her belly grew correspondingly tighter.
She was panting when it was finally over. She couldnt tell whether it had transpired for minutes or hours, but the room was silent.
Katie scrambled on the floor, trying to get her weak legs to heed her. It took her a while to get up. She hesitated, before she looked down to survey herself.
Her breasts were clearly fuller, tighter, her nipples larger and greenish, to her horror. Her areolas were swollen and bloating away from her flesh like cupolas, and her breasts were almost completely bulging out of the low neckline of the smock. She cupped the mounds gently, and winced. Her nipples were stinging badly, feeling hot and tingly from the recent abuse.
Katies hands slid down to her belly. It was full, lurching, pressurized, and heavy. She looked as though she had gone up a month in pregnancy, as though she was seven months along rather than a few days. It was weird to see the mound bulging from her normally toned physique. Whereas the day before, she looked as though she had gained some weight, today she looked blatantly pregnant.
Her stomach churned again, and she shuddered, hoping again that the tentacle would stay inside her. It seemed a safer alternative than the tentacle protruding out of her, running amuck. Ideally, she would like the whole thing out of herwhatever whole constituted in terms of a tentacle creature, but for now, this would have to do.
Her insides heaved, and Katie leaned down, belching into her hands. She felt something running down her chin, and looked down to see green goo dripping against her palms. Eugh she groaned, wiping her hands on the smock. Her gut heaved again, and she belched more of the goo, this time the fluid staining the smock and oozing onto her stomach.
Katie stepped forward, wanting to to do something. To get answers, or proceed in some capacity. It felt awkward moving around with the new weight on her pelvis. There was a heaviness resting just within her loins, awkwardly squished in her passage, resulting in continual stimulation. She felt tempted to finger herself, and prod the tentacle deeper inside of her. But that could also result in the creature deciding to pop out again. As a compromise, Katie did nothing, as she carefully walked forward, feeling hot and flushed. She practically staggered, fighting with her body, her loins twitching and her hips wanting to buck.
The finally made it to the door, and she raised her shaky arm to press her thumb against the scanner.
The door gave a soft beep and slid open.
