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Tentacles, Parts 9-11 - 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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9.
Walking into the kitchen, Connor grabbed a banana for the road, then his keys, and stuffed his feet into some sneakers. He grabbed his jacket off a chairit had no hope of wrapping around him but would at least cover his moobs a littlethen he turned to head for the door.
Connor froze in place as he felt his hole tingle. He knew what was coming next. Clutching his belly, he grunted as a tentacle slowly pushed out from between his cheeks, jamming his pants down in the process. His knees trembled as more and more of it slid forward, inch after inch, foot after foot. It seemed longer than ever.
Connor stood frozen and watched as it swayed about in his small kitchen. Cmon, go back in, he thought in disgust and impatience as he rubbed the round mass of his belly, as though this would do him any good. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. He hoped it wasnt looking to fondle him again.
He watched nervously as the tentacle curiously wrapped around an orange and lifted it from a bowl on the counter. The tentacle then wobbled around supporting the fruit for a while. He gasped as the tentacle abruptly began to shoot inside him, sliding in like a tape measure being retracted, until the orange slammed against his too-small hole. But the tentacle didnt release it.
Nrrghhh
stop
Connor grunted, his face red, but the tentacle just continued to pull, jamming the fruit against his sensitive, swollen hole.
Connor reached down and opened his cheeks to spare them injury, only bringing the orange all the closer to his opening, pressing into it, the tentacle keen as ever to pull it in.
Ahh
.unggghhhh
Connor groaned in discomfort, slowly sinking to his knees, his thighs spread wide against the fruit. Face red and sweaty, he sunk to all fours and opened his legs as wide as he could, curving to the whim of the tentacle. He knew better than to hope it would release the fruit.
The orange began to ease inside him inch by inch, stretching him painfully, as Connor trembled and moaned. It finally popped completely through his opening, Connor clutching his lower abdomen, face contorted in pain. He could still feel the orange being pulled deeper and deeper, until hitting his stomach, and Connor swore he could see his belly visibly swell. He felt the creature within him squirm in pleasure and he groaned.
When it was over, Connor laid there for a while, gasping for breath. He rubbed his belly if just to calm the creatures and ease his own discomfort. And as appealing as the idea of lying there indefinitely seemed to him at that moment, Connor knew he had to get up. He had to get back to the lab.
With some difficulty, he climbed to his feet.
10.
Rubbing his belly helped somewhat. It got the tentacles relatively calm.
Connor ignored the stares as he waddled through the campus building. Many were from his peers, who had seen him perfectly slim only a few days before. Now he looked like he could pop out a baby, were that even possible.
Oh god, Connor thought, as the creature gave a particularly strong squirm. He fervently rubbed his belly as his ass started to tighten, but it wasn't working anymore. And the more he rubbed, the more people stared. Connor waddled his way to the nearest bathroom, hoping he would make it on time.
Fortunately, when he got inside, the tentacle still wasn't protruding from him. Connor locked himself into a stall, pulled down his shorts, and leaned on a wall as a tentacle rubbed at his opening, it's bulbous head crowning. Finally, it pushed out.
"Nnghhnn..." Connor groaned, his body trembling as the mass continued to slide out, inch by inch. It seemed longer than ever, at least six feet.
Connor grunted, clutching his belly as a second tentacle pushed out of his opening, following the first. He panted and tried to relax, leaning his hands on the stall wall and spreading his legs wide. He resigned himself to the inevitability of what would transpire, pulling his shirt up to spare it from being torn. He thrust his chest out - they were getting huge, probably Ds by then. "Let's just get this over wi- ohh...aahhhh!" Connor's eyes opened wide as he felt his opening tighten yet more, something pushing at it from the inside. He squirmed and reddened before a third tentacle finally burst free with a wet popping noise. His face sweating, he panted, his mounds heaving up and down as he grunted and squirmed. So tight...
The tentacles went about attending to him in that strange, horrible way of theirs. One took to massaging his breasts, another rubbing his plump ass, and the last rubbing its goo into his belly, as well as the flushed skin under his breasts. Connor was lost in a mixture of discomfort and arousal, his body heaving as the tentacles did as they pleased. His belly button throbbed, looking the size of a golf ball. Connor groaned as he was relentlessly massaged all over his body. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
11.
There was only one tentacle left, and it was warily hovering over him, swaying to and fro.
Connor was slumped on his knees at the bottom of the stall, his clothes moist with sweat.
"C'mon, just go back in," he groaned as he rubbed his belly. He was beginning to fear it had a preference for being outside. But finally, the tentacle began to retract, Connor moaning as he subtly tightened, until the rounded head, too, pushed its way through and disappeared inside him.
Connor sat there, trying to catch his breath.
The assault had gone on for an hour, the three tentacles massaging goo into his bloated flesh, and Connor just couldn't figure out why.
Connor tentatively touched the skin of his belly. He must have looked overdue with child by then. And his skin felt softer than it had before - more plump than firm now. And there was certainly some amount of resistance, his fingers able to press into the bloated flesh.
Holding onto the walls of the stall, Connor slowly climbed to his feet. He stayed still for a few moments, just to ensure that his weak legs didn't decide to fail him. He then pulled on his clothes and made his way out of the stall, walking to the mirror to lean heavily on the counter.
His round breasts were really sticking out his shirt, nipples bulging out, incredibly swollen and erect. And his belly was pushing out below the top, his belly button large and round, protruding considerably. His round ass was bulging out far enough that his shorts were squeezing him uncomfortably. He fidgeted and tugged at his clothes in feeble efforts to maintain modesty. The fact that he was soaked in sweat just made everything that much worse. The jacket around his shoulders hardly helped at all.
Connor slid his hands up his belly, into his shirt, and beneath his breasts where they encountered an arbitrary roll of fat. It was tender. It resembled a pair of abdominal muscles but was purely comprised of fatty tissue. Connor lightly massaged the tingling flesh for a few moments, but then as he grew breathless, he withdrew his hands.
Connor turned to the door. He had to get back on task. He had to get to the lab.
