Tentacles II, Part 2

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Summary: Katie is impregnated with tentacles. Inspired by Arthur Saxon’s “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.

Previous Chapter

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When Katie awoke again, the sun was high in her windows. It took her some confused murmuring and a glance at her wall clock to realize that she had slept through the day and into the next morning.

How bizarre. It was very unlike her. Katie climbed up somewhat, and grimaced when she noticed her body felt slightly different than it had been before. There was a weird feeling of bloated tension in her stomach. Katie slid her hand to her midsection and blinked. She slowly looked down.

Her stomach was more rounded than it had been the previous day. How odd, she thought vacantly, then abruptly gasped out. She felt a strange…churning…sensation in her gut, and a subtle tickling in her loins. It sent Katie back down against the couch cushions, as she squirmed, feeling strangely possessed somehow.

Her hips rolled, her thighs spreading wide, as the feather-light tickles within her loins, disturbingly, intensified. Now it tingled immensely, the phantom ghost of sensation growing more potent, more tangible. Her face flushed. “Mggh…ohhh!” This was insane! It felt as though something was inside of her. The churning slid down from her stomach to her groin, now accompanied by a tightness. She groaned. Her hips bucked compulsively as she hastily pulled down her shorts.

Even in her panties, her vaginal lips actually looked fuller, plumper, as though there was something beyond them somehow. They quivered and pushed, Katie gasping out in shock. Something—something was coming out of her! She watched on in horror as her panties started to bulge.

Katie reached down to her groin, but whatever intrusion there had been had abruptly disappeared. There was no sign of it. She slipped her hands into her panties to dip her fingers into her lips and explore her opening, but there was nothing there. Was she going mad? Breathing heavily, Katie lightly shook her head, still trembling.

Accrediting the events to her fervid imagination and the rather insane couple of days she had just endured, Katie sat up slowly, grateful that the rousing sensations were gone. She gave herself a few moments to collect her composure before she stood, adjusted her now-wet panties, and hastily pulled up her shorts.

Katie went to her bedroom, grabbed her towel, and proceeded to shower and get ready for work.

When she got dressed, she noticed that her clothing fit her somewhat differently today. Her small breasts felt uncomfortably snug in the A-cup sports bra she had pulled on. Her gym leggings felt somewhat tighter at her rear.

Dismissing it, Katie pulled on a soft running jacket, grabbed her keys and her backpack, and left the house.

It was a short jog to the gym, but she managed. When Katie arrived, she was surprisingly breathless when she greeted the two employees working the front counter. Flashing a smile, she walked past them and entered the door to her small office.

Katie dumped her jacket on her chair, placed her backpack under the desk, and threw a glance at the large calendar on the wall opposite her. She nodded to herself, and left the office, the earlier events all but forgotten.

Katie did a walkthrough of the gym, smiling or nodding whenever she caught the eye of one of her employees. There were trainers, maintenance staff, and people who worked the front counter. The gym was doing acceptably overall, though Katie was still keen to increase her profit, and so she made sure to put in her fair share of work.

Katie’s final stop was the juice bar, and she smiled gratefully at her employee, Steph, who already had a protein shake waiting for her.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming in today,” Steph grinned, as she pushed the large chocolate-peanut butter protein shake towards Katie.

“Yeah, I know.” Katie gave a rueful smile. “Let’s just say it’s been a long couple of days.” She appreciatively took the shake, and pulled in a mouthful—it was heavenly.

“Man trouble?” Steph’s grin widened.

Katie playfully rolled her eyes. “See you at the staff meeting?”

“Noon, right?”

Katie nodded as she began to walk off. “Oh, can you bring me another one of these?” she pointed at the shake in her hands.

Steph gave her the ‘OK’ sign, and a wink. “New lipstick?”

Katie waved as she turned the corner, by then accustomed to Steph’s playfully intrusive questions.

Katie took another large slurp of her shake. She wasn’t ordinarily one to indulge in more than one protein shake and two lean meals a day. But this morning, for some reason, she felt starved. She had hardly been able to do her daily rounds, and was just grateful the clangs of gym weights managed to mask the sound of her stomach grumbling. She sighed. Clearly her body was still off from the lake incident.

Katie returned to her office and sat down behind her desk, happily slurping as she took a glance at her phone screen. Shit! She thought, removing her lips from the straw. There were several missed calls from Matt.

Katie called him back. “I’m so sorry—”

“Katie, I was worried about you!” Matt cut her off. “I came by your house last night, but there was no answer. I almost called the police.”

Katie blinked, feeling stunned that she had not awoken to Matt’s knocks at her door. She was usually a light sleeper. “I must have been more tired than I thought.”

“Where are you now?”

“You know I’m at work.”

“Right.” Matt seemed to temper himself. Even he knew that he could be overprotective sometimes. “So, tonight?”

“Please, yes, absolutely,” said Katie pacifically.

Matt chuckled. “Tonight, then.”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.”

Matt chuckled again, and hung up.

Katie sighed, and as she finished off her shake, she glanced at her watch. It was time for her staff meeting. She lifted some folders from her desk, tucked them under her arm, and exited the office.

Unable to wait, Katie stopped by the juice bar for another smoothie before heading for the stairs. She was surprisingly exhausted by her short walk to the third floor, and the informal meeting room there. She stood before the door, and could hear several of her employees chattering inside. She was bothered by how bloated her stomach still felt. She slid her hand to it, frowning as it contacted a firm mound. She looked down at the bare skin that was still visibly bulging, if not more so than it had that morning. It was starting to look like a small belly, as though she had put on several pounds over night. Again she stroked her fingers over her once-toned stomach.

Maybe her period was coming up. Katie scrutinized herself, for once feeling uncomfortable in the skimpy sport bra she had donned for work.

She sighed. She would deal with this later.

Sucking in her gut—to little effect—Katie pushed open the door. “Thank you all for coming.” She walked to the head of the large, scratched table, where she dumped her folders, then she looked around at all her trainers, cleaners, maintenance staff, and juice bar workers. “How is everyone?”

“Good,” everyone droned in an indecipherable cacophony. Only one or two people seemed to take notice to Katie’s bloated abdomen. A trainer raised a brow.

Reddening slightly, Katie turned her attention to the white board. She wrote down the date, and the heading Monthly Goals, ignoring as Steph slipped inside, mumbling an apology. “I’ll keep this meeting brief. Firstly, I’d like to commend you all on the hard work you’ve been putting in lately. Special mentions go out to Frank and Violet. You’ve really been connecting to the clientele.”

There was some languid to bitter applause from the rest of the team. Katie turned back to see as Violet grinned and Frank nodded. Steph rolled her eyes, sipping what looked like a strawberry smoothie, and Katie felt herself salivate at the sight of it.

Katie cleared her throat. “In light of this, I would like to open the floor for any suggestions. How can was all, as a team, connect with the clients here? Our numbers have been declining for the past two months, and our retention rate is at an all-time low. What are some incentives we can implement to keep our clients coming back?” Her loins tingled, causing her face to warm. By some instinct, Katie clamped her thighs together.

There was a pause, none of the employees seeming too keen to be the first to talk.

“Well…” said Pete, one of the more boisterous members of the cleaning crew. “I think the biggest incentive is obviously weight loss. We just need to reach more fat people!”

Katie blinked. “How nice of you to put it so…bluntly.” She forced a smile. “I think they would prefer being called full-bodied.”

Pete gave her a dubious look.

“I agree,” Frank said solemnly. “In fact, I’m only taking on fat clients henceforth.”

Katie furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“Maybe we should start giving out snacks,” piped in Mel. “Oh—or pizza Tuesdays. And Fridays!”

“Isn’t that sabotage?” said Violet.

“All good ideas,” Katie cut them off, trying to keep her expression neutral. She restrained a groan as her stomach ached, and lifted her shake to take a generous slurp. She knew she would have to put in some cardio later to pay for it.

After draining the large cup of its chocolatey, peanut buttery deliciousness, Katie sighed, only then noticing that her eyes were closed. She opened them, and awkwardly lowered the cup to the table, then cleared her throat. “However…I think we’re taking the wrong approach. How about we use ‘before and after’ models? We can run ads, take pictures. Show off some of our real success stories.”

There was a general murmur of agreement, though Pete looked perturbed.

“Right, then. Um…do we have those?” Katie fidgeted somewhat, feeling odd.

Violet raised her hand. “I can talk to some of my clients.”

“Excellent,” said Katie, raising a marker and turning back to the whiteboard. “But I want you all to keep brainstorm—mmmghh…” The marker fell from her hand.

The tingling was getting worse, her loins now pulsing with heat, her belly churning. Katie released a gasp, her legs quivering as she resisted the urge to clutch at her crotch. “Excuse me.” And she left to hurry into the nearest bathroom.