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Tentacles II, Part 5
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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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Katie squirmed viciously, groaning against the substance being pumped into her mouth, down her throat, until she nearly choked and had no choice but to start gulping it down.
It was thick and heavy, and took a certain amount of effort to swallow in rapid gulps. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The substance was the texture of thick pudding, but very sweet and oily. It had an unpleasant chemical after-taste that made her shudder.
Katie ate and ate, her cheeks bulging out as she tried to keep up with the onslaught of food being forced down to her stomach. Her abdomen felt uncomfortable tight, insides aching as they tightened and stretched to accommodate the substantial portions being compacted inside her.
Katie didnt know how long the feeding went on. It felt like hours, her face hot and flushed, sweat gleaming against her heaving body. She could see her belly rising slowly as it grew tight enough that it felt as though it would burst. The gown pulled closer against her mound, riding up until she could feel the cool air on her exposed thighs.
She fruitlessly tried to pull the machine off, but it was useless. It was locked tightly around her head. She felt increasingly lethargic but continued to gulp, until her insides burned, her eyes fluttered, and her vision began to blur.
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When Katie came to, she was still sprawled in bed. She groggily looked around the room and abruptly remembered what had happened. In a panic, she quickly reached up to her face to find that the mask had unlatched. Her mouth was coated in the unpleasant pudding that now also covered her chin, some of it even leaking out of her nostrils. She groaned in disgust.
Katie furiously wiped her face on her arm. Uncertain of how long she had been unconscious, she tentatively sat up, then grunted out as her belly was pressurized in the movement. She looked down at herself and was nauseated to see that she was even larger than she had been beforeshe looked as though she was six months pregnant!
As Katie gingerly climbed off the bed, the thin medical gown she was wearing seemed to start to disintegrate, long tears developing at her flanks, the entire left sleeve falling off her arm to the cold marble floor. The gown continued to develop small tears before it began to fall to pieces before her eyes. Katie tried to cover up her nudity with her hands as she frantically looked about. She spotted a piece of pale fabric on a counter on the far side of room, and walked over to grab it, trying to acclimate to the awkwardness of the weight attached to her torso. She grabbed up the fabric, and held it out. It seemed to be a similar medical gown, though comprised of a different, stretcher material. Though it didnt seem promising, it was better than walking around naked so Katie pulled it on.
The material was thin, almost like spandex, but cooler, sleeker, having an almost organic sensation as it adhered to her skin as though it was painted on her, showing off every curve of her body in a way that was barely better than nudity.
It was sleeveless with a deep V-neck that dipped into her newly-developed B-cup breasts which sat plump on her chest. The skirt went down as far as her mid-thigh. It was skimpy enough to represent a club dress, yet it was strangely comfortable.
Once the issue of attire was settled, Katie had no choice but to move on to the next issue at hand, that being her whereabouts. Why had she been force-fed? And who were the suited men who had kidnapped her? Why had Matt stood by and done nothing? Did this all have something to do with thethe thing inside of her?
She had a plethora of questions and few to no answers. It was frightening, overwhelming, and a bit dizzying. She sunk down in a corner, grimacing at the compression as her stiff belly and stinging insides. There was a beeping noise, and a door seemed to form on one of the walls. It emitted a hiss and it slid open to introduce a metallic corridor. Katie put her face in her hands.
Subject demonstrates failure to proceed, a computerized voice droned from somewhere in the room.
It was silent again. Katie sniffled and remained in her corner, feeling scared and hopeless. She wished her kidnappers would just do what they intended to. She hated waiting, not knowing her fate.
The room felt warm suddenly. Her skin began to sweat again, her face taking on the rosy flush that Matt had often teased her on.
The air grew yet hotter, the wall even beginning to heat against the back of her neck. Katie shifted as her arms began to prickle, as though with sunburn. Soon the wall and floor became uncomfortably hot, Katie beginning to feel as though she was in an oven.
Yelping in discomfort, she pulled herself up, balancing awkwardly on her heels against the hotness of the floor. Sweat trickled down her forehead, between her breasts, and beneath her arms. The air felt thin, and she was panting to take in what she could of the remaining oxygen, the air burning against her lungs. She staggered for the door.
In the corridor, the air was comfortably cool. Panting, Katie leaned on the wall and tried to gather her composure. She could hear the metallic hiss of the door sliding shut, blocking off the room and disappearing into the wall.
The corridor only led in one direction.
Katie wrapped her arms around herself and proceeded with slow, tentative steps, towards a room at the far end of the hallway. She couldnt see anything beyond the open entrance besides a bright, white light. Taking in a deep breath, Katie squeezed her eyes shut, and stepped through.
She didnt feel any pain, or new sensations or hot or cold. All she could really detect were the softs paddings of footsteps, clacking objects, soft murmuring voices, and the sounds of chewing?
Katie opened her eyes and blinked around what appeared to be a cafeteria? It was full of women walking about with large food trays, many of them standing on line at a large buffet in the front of the room, while others were seated randomly around various rectangular tables, eating in a clearly resigned fashion.
There was a hissing noise. Katie turned to see that the door had closed behind her and fused with the wall, as it had with the previous room. She turned back to the cafeteria and stared at what she saw. It was all just so arbitrary. What were these women doing here? Had they been kidnapped as well? All of them looked to be in their early to mid-twenties, and they were dressed in the same poorly-concealing smock as Katie, though they were all slimmer in comparison.
In fact, as Katie really began to scrutinize the three-dozen or so women on an individual basis, she noticed that though they did not have bellies, several women did have softball-sized bulges beneath their navels, which would have been unnoticeable had their attire not been so revealing.
Katie also began to notice that some of the women looked ill, orwell, not ill, per se, but their skin had taken on a pale green hue. Some had developed green lips, just like Katie had. Others had unnaturally green irises that looked too intricate to be contacts.
A few of the women were extremely busty, one with what had to be E-cups bobbing on her chest. It looked unnatural on the womans otherwise slim frame, her areola puffed up, nipples bulging out visibly. Her breasts were full and round, in fact, perfect. Katie would have thought them to be implants had they not looked so soft and real.
At least two women had round, swollen asses that bulged out behind them as though theyd gotten injections like some lascivious celebrity.
But Katie was the only person who had a rounded belly. She took a deeper step into the room. She had questions, but was uncertain as to whether she could trust these strangers, many of whom were unreservedly staring at her, much the way she was at them.
The women continued to collect trays and stuff their faces in an unending cycle. There was a queue forming at the opposite side of the large area. Katie could see the first woman in line press her thumb on a tablet adhered to the wallsome sort of scanner. A door materialized and slid open, and the woman walked through it to exit the room. The next woman stepped up to scan her own thumb.
Katie edged towards the queue. Was that the exit to this strange facility? Was escape only a matter of scanning her thumbprint?
The door opened again, and the next women exited the cafeteria. Another woman scanned her thumb, but the door did not materialize for her. She signed, and returned to the buffet. Yet another woman scanned her thumb and exited the room.
Oddly, the following woman darted after her, attempting to piggy-back on the previous womans exit. But instead of allowing the second woman through, the door buzzed, the frame flickering with electricity. The second woman cried out and fell backwards on her ass with a yelp of pain. Two others helped her up, and the queue proceeded as though nothing had happened. The electrocuted woman trembled slightly, but didnt appear to be suffering from any permanent damage. She bowed her head in resignation and made her way back to the buffet line.
So its working.
Katie started slightly at the drawling voice beside her. She turned and came face to face with a woman with dark green hair. The green-haired woman grimaced and cupped a softball-sized bulge at her navelit seemed to twitch slightly, causing Katies eyes to widen. The woman nodded to Katies own abdomen.
Youre the first.
Iwhat? Katie stammered, unconsciously taking a step back.
The firstsince Cona, the woman elaborated. Im Lara, she added as an afterthought.
In addition to the green hair and weird bulge, Laras skin was a faintest tint of green.
Im not sure what youre talking about, Katie admitted, taking a gulp. She felt as though she was being overloaded by her environment, and it was all disorienting. Are you are you aliens?
Lara released a short laugh. Were all humans, just like you are.
But why Katie trailed off, her eyes flickering again to Laras navel.
Theres alien involvement, Lara admitted, giving a sad smile. Something alien isinside of us. Cells. An organism. It really depends on how far things progress. Most of us dont move beyond this stage. Lara motioned to her lump, which seemed to quiver, as though in response.
Oh Katie managed, at a loss for words. This had to all be some weird dream. She held her head with one her hands. She thought of Matt.
Let me guess. You had an amazing friend guiding you through all the abnormalities youve been suffering lately? Or an extraordinarily good roommate? Oh wait, I knowa boyfriend. A loving boyfriend who always encouraged you towards peak physical health.
Katie felt herself pale.
Thats the M.O., of course. They choose women of optimal health, and with little family. Few people to miss them. They isolate these women in subtle, but pleasant ways. Get you lost in the relationship. You were the prime candidate for him. Im guessing that when things first started getting odd, he tried to dissuade you from seeking medical attention?
Are you saying that Matts an alien? Lara croaked, her throat dry.
Oh no, of course not, Lara scoffed. More likely a government agent. Were all part of some sick breeding experiment. Theyre trying to reproduce an alien species for whatever their demented purposes, and with little success. Well, until now. Lara nodded to Katies stomach, which lurched accordingly.
How how do you know all this? Katie managed, her mind spinning, her life dismantling with each word. She trailed after Lara to the buffet line. Lara grabbed a tray for herself and passed one to Katie in a perfunctory manner.
We try to pool our knowledge. Everyones story is a little bit different, but it all leads to the same conclusion. Weve been implanted.
So Im p-pregnant.
If you could call it that, said Lara, grabbing some masses that looked too thick and gelatinous to be considered rolls. She loaded her and Katies plates with that and several other food items, including large lumps of cheese, heaps of pork lard, cups of puddings, and more of the oily, gross-looking rolls. But yes, were incubating them. Or, hosting, Id say. You should be proud. Youre in the minority. Most women arent compatible with the creatures. We become expendable eventually. She gave a wry look. What was your name by the way?
Katie, was the whispered response.
Well, welcome Katie. Youre in for a truly fucked up couple of weeks.
