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Tentacles, Parts 6-8 - 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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6.
His pecs had come to be rounded and resembled B-cup breasts by then, a hint of cleavage now visible bulging against the neckline of his tank top. His bottom was round and plump behind him. His belly made him look as though he was eight months pregnant.
Connor could feel its mass
pulsing
throbbing, inside him. He didnt know what it was, just that it was growing.
He tossed and turned that night, his insides twisting. The whole scenario was absolutely disturbing. Despite it, he tried to get some sleep. Tried to clear his mind for the next day.
Just as he began to drift off with the false hope that this night would be an uneventful one, he felt his anus tingling, then bulging, felt the head of the tentacle start to push out of him. Nghhh
.no
Connor grunted as the tentacle popped free. Maybe it would just go back in. Maybe it would leave him alone.
But that was not the case. The tentacle immediately went about poking and prodding him, then massaging more of its goo into his chest. Connor could barely stand it, when he felt a new pressure in his hole. His face reddened as his opening grew impossibly tight. Nrrrghhhhh
.gnnhhhh...! His body twisted and he was stretched wider as a second tentacle protruded from his ass.
Panting, Connor stared at the two tentacles swaying above him. He was baffled that a second one had appeared. Just as he began to wonder if he was full of those horrible things, the second tentacle joined the first in massaging slime into his bloated flesh. Every time he tried to resist, one of the tentacles would bind his arms. Connor had no choice but to endure the abuse. That night, he didnt get any sleep.
7.
The next morning, the tentacles were gone well they were back inside him. Connor shuddered.
He climbed heavily out of bed and trudged to the mirror, where he stared at himself in horror.
His ass was rounder and plumper than ever. His breasts had become C-cups on his chest, and his round belly made him look as though he was nine months pregnant.
Connor cupped it with his hands. The mound felt strangely tight that morning, but he tried to ignore it.
Connor pulled on a large t-shirt, the formerly loose material now skin tight on him and had no hopes of concealing his girth. Connor pulled on a pair of sweatpants which pushed very low on his hips, his unintentional erection bulging visibly against the thin material.
Ngghh
The tightness had only grown worse throughout the morning. Connor sat down carefully, holding the mound of his belly. His face was flushed, forehead beaded with sweat, his belly growing tighter and tighter in an uncomfortable and frightening way. It made him think that whatever was lurking inside was going to break free, like one of those horrible monster movies. Connor envisioned a tentacle bursting out of his flesh. Ahhhhhhhh
. Connor moaned, veins rising on the surface of the mound.
Connor didnt know why, but he felt a sudden compulsion to be in water. He got to his feet and hurried into the bathroom where he ran the tub, breathing in puffs as he impatiently waited. Once the water had risen six or so inches, he climbed down into the tub, shirt, pants, and all. He squatted into the water and shoved his sweats down from his ass, before he started straining. His opening tightened uncomfortably, but with a larger mass than the tentacles. Connor grunted and trembled, continuing to clutch his belly. He wondered if the whole tentacle creature was finally coming out of him. But it was far too big by then. Surely he couldnt push it out anally? Nrghhhh
godddd
. Connor groaned as the pressure increased. His eyes teared. What if this killed him?
Just when Connor thought he couldnt take another bit of pressure, something slowly crowned, then popped out, before his hole closed on whatever else lurked within.
Connor panted. Shakily he reached down in curiosity of what he had produced. It certainly hadnt been a tentacle. His hand connected with the hard, smooth surface of a round object, about the size of a softball.
Unnghhh
Connor groaned as he felt another one pressing against his hole from within. He strained and pushed until a second mass popped out, which was soon followed by a third.
Connor gasped for breath. The unbearable pressure was finally gone. But in its place, the generalized throbbing had returned, and an almost contented squirming. Connor stared down at his belly. It was still as big as ever.
8.
Connor climbed out of the tub. Pulling off his soaked clothing, he perched down against a floor mat on his plump ass. He sat there panting for a while, staring at his heaving chest and wobbling, erect nipples, which seemed to almost have a greenish tint by then. Connor shuddered, and looked away from them. This transformation didnt seem to have an end.
And then there was the matter of the
things he had just
given birth
to. Connor took a gulp, before leaning over to peek into the tub.
He stared at the three round masses in the water that he had produced. Eerily enough, they highly resembled the sample from the meteor site that he had pushed up inside of himself originally. He reached down into the water and lifted one of the masses. The surface was warm and hard
shell-like. And slimy. As Connor stared at it, he knew what it was. He felt the squirming inside him increase. As though in excitement.
It was an egg.
Overcome by disgust, Connor felt an impulse to get rid of the thing, but somehow he knew the tentacles would react badly, and he became frightened of what they might do.
Shuddering again, Connor lowered the egg back into the warm water. He climbed up to his feet with some awkwardness and walked into his room. He opened his closet and began to tug clothes off hangers, looking for something that would fit him.
He ended up with a shirt that was too tight to conceal all of his belly, and basketball shorts that had gotten snug on his rounded ass.
Connor pulled out his cell phone and tried calling Rogers for the umpteenth time. Curiously, this time the call didnt go to a busy signal. Instead it went to Rogers voicemail. At the sound of the beep, Connors heart pounded.
Professor Rogers, its me, Connor. I havent seen you in a while, not sincewell, Im getting worried about you. Call me back, will you? I really need to speak to you about a
personal matter Connor paced his room, absently tugging down the front of his shirt. My situation is getting a bitdesperateso if you could just give me a call Professorplease just contact me A beeping noise indicated that Connor had used up his allotted time. With a sigh, he hung up the phone. Then he couldnt help but stare down at himself.
His breasts were so round and full, they didnt necessitate supportthough it might have helped with the jiggling, and it might have also helped to conceal his erect and growing nipples.
It was weird having breasts. It was weird having a pregnant belly and a porn star ass. Connor turned in his mirror, marveling at his transformation. Even his hair seemed shinier, thicker, more
abundant. He wasnt sure what was happening to him.
But Connor was certain one thing. He needed to get back to the lab. Get Brad on board if he had to.
