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Tentacles II, Part 7
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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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Everything about the facility was responsive . Organic. The metallic corridor seemed to alter itself as she made her way along it, certain wings closing off with gentle slides of metal, disappearing as though they had not existed in the first place. Other wings opened up. Katie found herself following the procession of the trail that opened up for her. She didnt know whether it would end well or poorly, she just had the fundamental awareness that she was not on control. Not even vaguely.
Finally a room opened, the wide entryway emitting a silvery glow of light. It was almost comforting in its softness. Katie approached it, showering herself in the glow, squinting as she walked through it.
The door closed behind her, metal melting against the frame, so the exit disappeared as the others had with no trace. Katie found herself standing within a small room in which a rectangular pool of water took up most of the floor. The water was a perfect, pale blue, but shined almost silver. It had been the source of the light.
Katie stood frozen, staring at it in uncertainty. She folded her arms against herself, then grimaced as she was reacquainted with the ever-expanding bulge on her midsection where the the tentacle was growing. She shuddered.
She trailed along the edge of the pool for a few moments, still trying to ignore the uncomfortable heat in her loins and the tightness in her passage. The tentacle had retracted just slightly, deeper inside of her, but some part of it still bulged in her vagina, squished in the walls of her opening, making it clench and tingle every time she moved.
Katie looked around the enclosed room, beginning to feel claustrophobic. She didnt know why she had been guided here, nor did she know what she was expected to do. Instead she leaned back on a wall, the metal cooling her back. She took long, deep breaths, trying not to panic. It had been silly of her to blindly follow the corridor, as though she could expect anything from her overseers other than more confinement and torture. She should have been looking for a means to escape, but then again, there didnt seem to be one.
Instead she leaned there and drew long breaths, the room seeming to grow warmer, though she was certain it was just her. The pool twinkled and shone in an almost alluring manner, but there was no way Katie was touching it. As far as she knew, it was poison.
She looked down at her body and took a moment to resent herself. She missed her fit, athletic build. She hated how the parasite was changing her. Most of all, she despised Matt for using, manipulating, and deceiving her. Had he really been her lover, or had she just been a job to him? Tears stung the corners of her eyes. Katie sniffed and wiped her nose.
Her chest stungboth of her nipples, as well as the skin just beneath her breasts where the tentacle had sucked and taunted it. Katie rubbed the spot with her hand, to find the skin tender and puffy from the earlier abuse.
She sighed, and shook her head, refusing to allow herself to wallow in self-pity a moment longer. She opened her eyes, and found herself staring at her reflection in the shimmering pool.
She gazed at her swollen, pregnant-looking stomach, absently cupping the bloated flesh with her hands. The tentacle creature was occupying her, growing out of control, sitting there right beneath her hands. This was something she could grasp, if reluctantly. What she couldnt understand was why her chest had swelled in responsethey were bloated C-cups by now, nipples still hard and aching from the tentacles suction earlier.
She turned to her side, staring at the way her backside had bloated as well, fuller and rounder behind her, with a layer of softness that had never been present before.
She turned away and continued to pace awkwardly along the pool edge. After a while, she grew weary, and slumped down against one of the walls. Small as the room was, she could barely fit there without her legs falling into the water, but she managed. She waited for what seemed like hours. She didnt know if she would be left there until she submitted herself to going into the pool, or if she would just be left there regardless. Was this the final course of her torment? Was she simply meant to drown herself?
Katies breathing grew thinner. She closed her eyes and tried to count down from 1000. Occasionally her gut would lurch. She would twist her expression and try to ignore it.
Her stomach gurgled, and she couldnt believe she was hungry again. Or rather, how hungry the tentacle was inside of her. Food gradually became her preoccupation. It was preferable to the doomed nature of her predicament.
She must have dozed off at some point, because she awoke to a sharp beeping noise.
Subject will not release eggs, the familiarly computerized voice said from somewhere above her.
Katie blearily blinked around. Eggs? she thought in confusion.
There was a mechanical hiss, and the door reappeared, sliding open.
Feeling both startled and relieved, Katie pushed her way up to her feet. She gingerly walked around the edge of the pool, and exited the door, bracing herself for another bizarre scenario.
But there was none. The corridor led her to a very plain room with a simple bed. She tentatively sat down on it, in tandem realizing how very exhausted she felt.
As she reclined, the parasite seemed to curl tighter inside her, retracting from her loins and squeezing in her stomach, causing her to grunt and gently hold her belly as it visibly swelled. She panted, and drew the smock up to stare at her rounded stomach.
It was a relief to have to out of her groin, but the pressure of it in her gut left an uncomfortable tightness on her navel and strain on her back. She looked as though she was almost eight months pregnant by then, to her disgust.
Katie rubbed her palm on her uncomfortable navel, trying to sooth the tight skin and the quivering tension of it. She rubbed and rubbed at her inwards belly button, until it suddenly popped outwards, causing her to yelp. Her cheeks reddened as she stared at the protrusion in disgust.
Katie curled on her side and managed to doze when her stomach wasnt clenching, cramping, or just lurching nauseatingly.
She awoke continuously throughout the night, shifting and squirming from the discomfort of her own body. The mattress was firm but soft, but its quality did nothing to mitigate the awkwardness of her form, and the various points of itchiness, tightness, movement, and grumbling.
Her breasts, surprisingly, took the forefront of her discomfort, at least when she was trying to rest. The mounds tingled and ached continuously, nipples seeming indefinitely hard, hot, and often stinging. The flesh felt tightly bloated, yet still plump and soft. And the skin beneath her breasts continued to itch relentlessly, to the point that she frequently rubbed and scratched at it throughout the night, to the point that it swelled up even worse.
There was a bump on her skin beneath her left breast. It felt like something she would be deeply concerned about in an isolated incident, but as things were, it was just a new tribulation to add to the list.
When she finally sat up, Katie didnt know whether it was morning or night, but the lights had come on, and it seemed like sleep was a hopeless aspiration for her in any case.
She hunched down in fatigue, hating the way her belly pressed against her thighs, so round and firmshe couldnt believe she was housing a parasite that large. She just hoped it didnt get any bigger.
Her breasts felt heavyheavier than they had ever felt before, round, flushed, and bulging unfamiliarly against the low neckline of the smock, giving her a plump line of cleavage that just seemed alien to her. She supposed they were nice breasts. Another woman might have been pleased with them. But for her, it was just another part of her unnerving transformation. They felt bloated and tense, as though they had grown too fast.
The swelling just beneath them felt really strange now, but her continuous scratching probably hadnt helped. It now felt more like fat, than swelling, oddly enough. It was unnatural, and she wondered if the tentacle had done something to her when it had sucked her skin there the day before.
She knew she should have left the skin alone, but she still rubbed at it frequently, her fingers keen to explore the bizarreness of it, check the inflammation level, and figure out how the injury was developing. She would have suspected internal bleeding if there was some sort of organ or cavity there for blood to collect, but there wasnt. It was just the skin over her ribs. The two points of swelling could have resulted from some sort of poison or allergen, like a spider bite. Undoubtedly she was reacting badly to the tentacles sucker. Though it was tender and sore, it still felt more like soft fat than the firm inflammation that she would associate with an injury.
Katies eyes widened, and she began to struggle to clear a sudden knot of phlegm deep in her throat. She coughed until she managed to spit it into her hand, after which she cringed in disgust, irked with herself for catching it. It sat in her palm, a gelatinous mound the size of a tennis ball. Her nose wrinkled as she took in the color of ittranslucent green. It was unnaturally gooey. She didnt even know if she could characterize it as phlegm, it was something alien, and she suspected it had come from the creature.
By impulse she made to wipe the substance off her hands, and found herself shoving her hands into the smock. Rather than rubbing the goo onto the wall, the bed, or even her clothing, by some strange compulsion, she was suddenly rubbing them into her breasts and the flesh beneath theespecially the flesh beneath them, pressing, massaging, squeezing, until the twin mounds were fully coated and most of the substance had absorbed into her flushed skin. She shuddered when she was done. What the hell? she whispered to herself. But she couldnt deny that the substance had soothed the soreness a great deal. Despite it, she shook her head. Whats happening to me?
Katie put her head in her hands, even as uncomfortable as it was, with the pressure on her belly. She remained in that position for a long while, trying to collect her composure and not have a meltdown. She just tried to convince herself that everything was okay. She would get out of this situation. Everything would be alright somehow.
When she finally raised her head, she gazed around the room, deliberating her next move. She didnt want to try getting up, not wanting to reacquaint herself with the heaviness and shifted balance, as she seemed to every time she awoke. She suspected the only reason she wasnt in more discomfort was because of her athletic background.
So she surveyed the room. Examined the metallic walls, trying to figure out how they opened and closed so seamlessly, with no hint of gaps or dividers.
As she was gazing at the wall opposite her, she noticed lines near the base, at the floor. At first she thought it was a flaw in the scheme, maybe a control panel, but then she realized that an opening was actually forming at present, a conduit about the size of a small box of tissues.
Katie stared blankly at the gap, wondering if this was another trial. If food or gas or water would start pumping out.
To her shock, what came out was so much worse. A rodent. Katie tensed. It took her a while to identify the sight of a gerbil.
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