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Tentacles II, Part 4
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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 gasped awake and blinked around. She was in her room, tucked tidily into her bed. Maybe it had all been a dream.
She got up and hurried to the gym, trying not to think about how uncomfortable her clothing felt stretched against her bloated stomach.
She grabbed two greasy bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches at a deli along the way, and ate them sloppily during her walk. When she was finished, she felt too bloated and awkward to take to a jog. She attempted a power-walk, but it merely slowed down to a trudge.
Her first stop at the gym was the juice bar. She got two smoothies with double the protein, blushing under Stephs awkward smile and lingering stare.
She could feel her breasts squished tightly in her sport bra. She had never in her life had the issue of clothes being too small, and it unnerved her, regardless of Matts continual reassurances.
Katie sucked the shakes down in her office, doing her best to ignore the continual lurching sensations in her stomach. She fidgeted and huffed to herself, her face warming in undeniable arousal. Just when she thought she might teeter over the edge, the ran into the nearest bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and sat down.
Oohhhhhmmmmghhhh she groaned, putting her feet up on the walls of the enclosed stall. Her groin was engorged, her heart racing, and she again suffered the frustratingly arousing sensation of something solid within it, occupying her passage. It didnt make sense. Thighs twitching, she arched her back, breathing in huffs. She had to be going mad. Ahhh! she grunted, her hand compulsively slapping down on her groin, when something pushed at her palm.
Katie jerked her hand back in shock as something protruded from her vaginal opening. At first she had the ridiculous notion that it was a dark green dildo, but the protrusion advanced and advanced until it revealed itself to be a thick, wobbling length of slimy, sinuous flesh, inch after inch of it, until a full foot had exited her, and there was still no in sight. It was difficult to characterize the thing, but the first thoughts that came to her head were: worm, parasite, and tentacle.
She was too horrified to react, to move, even to scream. Her mouth hung wide open but no sound came out. The tentacle swayed somewhat, turning in slow, fluid motions. It slowly advanced, as though to touch her.
There was a knock on the stall door. Katie yelped as the tentacle retracted in one sharp jerk.
Are you okay in there? Mel called.
Katie was trembling violently, her body caught in some outlandish place between terror and arousal, her loins sore and seeping, her passage still feeling occupied. Her hips rocked by impulse. She wanted the thing out of her. Impulsively, she jammed two fingers into her opening. She prodded the fleshy entity, but it retracted farther, into her stomach, which churned accordingly.
F-fine, Katie stammered, completely aghast. She got up on shaky legs, did her best to clean herself up, and flushed the toilet. She exited the stall and walked to the sink, her mind reeling. She felt as though she was in a bizarre dream.
Are you sure? Mel persisted.
Im fine, Mel! said Katie, more harshly than she had intended.
Frowning at her, Mel muttered something under her breath, and left. Katie heaved a long sigh and leaned heavily on the edge of the sink.
When her shift was over, Katie went straight to the treadmill. Intensive cardio had the mind-numbing effect that she needed just to stave off a complete meltdown. She ran and ran, allowing the dopamine to flood her in waves of anesthesia. But even then, she could not help perceiving the way her breasts bobbed, stomach heaved uncomfortably, and how her body became soaked in sweat in only the first ten minutes. In another ten, she was panting and red, and close to the point of collapse. She slowed the machine down to stand till and took several moments to gasp for breath.
Before she could leave, Frank pulled her aside. Katie whats going on? She didnt miss the disturbed glance he gave to her stomach.
Nothing much, Katie managed.
Frank frowned. I hate to be the one to bring this up, but is something going on with you? When did you let yourself go?
Katie clenched her jaw.
We have an image to uphold
Its a medical thing, Katie interrupted.
Frank gave her a dubious look.
And Im working on it, Katie added, feeling despondent as she left.
The walk home took several times the amount of time it should have, and along the way, Katie found that she kept stopping at small delis and fast food joints for snacks. At one point, she felt so weary she almost ordered a cab. But she eventually made it up the walkway along her driveway, and dragged herself into her house. By then she felt like crying.
Im not crazy, Matt, she said into the phone even though she wasnt too sure of that. Theres something very wrong going on with my body.
Ill be right over, he said.
Okay, thats fine, but
Just wait for me.
Matt made it over in only fifteen minutes.
He cooked her a large dinner, and rubbed her shoulders, pacifying her tension, just like always. Katie indulged herself in the homemade meal, because it was better than having to think about what she had seen come out of her in the gym bathroom.
She supposed she was also working up the courage to proceed the way she knew she had to. Im going to the hospital.
Matt frowned. Katie, I think youre just stressed out
No. Im not letting you talk me down anymore, Katie cut him off.
Okay Matt muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sometimes she was astonished by how much he cared about her. Okay . Even if this whole tentacle thing is true, the hospital isnt going to know what to do. What if they just experiment on you? This sounds really shady Katie. Tentacle parasites? Alien pregnancy? What if this is some weird government conspiracy and they try to dissect you?
I have to believe we live in a better world than that, said Katie.
She lifted her phone to her ear, but Matt snatched it out of her hand. Let me call my aunt, at least. Shes the physician, remember? Shes very discreet.
Katie hesitated, but agreed.
She sunk into the couch as Matt made the call. He walked outside onto the porch, and she could see him pacing as he muttered into the receiver.
It was almost odd, how involved he was being. How strongly he had been trying to mollify her anxieties, and worse, her decision to get some sort of medical authority involved. She looked as though she was five months pregnant by then, her gut lurching, her breasts full mounds where they had been mere anthills a few days ago. There was something definitely wrong with her, so why had it taken until now for Matt to think to call his aunt? Katie fidgeted uneasily.
There had been rumors some years back, about weird clumps of writhing tentacles being discovered in their neighborhood. It had been no known species of animal, and many had theorized that the creatures were aliens.
But it had been a silly rumor, a tale devised by over-imaginative school children.
Despite her better judgement, Katie lifted her tablet off the coffee table. She began to web browse tentacle aliens, and input her location. The search results supported the ridiculous rumors. There were discussions of strange eggs, government agents, and a girl named Cona who had swelled up like a sea creature then disappeared several years ago.
Katie shook her head and lowered the tablet. It was all so ridiculous.
She muffled a grunt, her shoulders twisting. It was that shifting sensation again. She got up and hurried into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Willing herself not to pass out again, she pulled her leggings down and spread her thighs.
Her labia was spread wide and her panties were bulging, something pushing at them from within.
Katie gulped and reached down slowly, but before she could touch the band of her panties, they were shoved down by the force of the creature pushing out between her thighs.
She stared at the suspended tentacle, and it seemed to stare right back. It was protruding more than before, probably a foot and a half long. Her thighs shuddered.
She wasnt sure, but it seemed thicker than before. About the thickness of a D-battery.
Katie reached out carefully, the tentacle still, almost wary. Her fingers finally made contact with it, and surprisingly it let her. The flesh was nauseatingly warm and slimy. Katie slowly wrapped her fingers around it, and gave a tug.
Crying out in pain, she suddenly found herself on the ground spread eagle, waves of intense pain ricocheting from her groin to her belly. The tentacle seemed unbothered by the turn of events, in fact, slithering out several more inches, revealing yet more of its length. It prodded at her shuddering belly, sliding along her plump skin, and leaving a trail of translucent green slime behind it. Katie was in too much pain to do anything more than groan and squirm. The tentacle even slid its way fully under her shirt and up her chest, where it prodded curiously at her tender breasts.
What do you want? Katie groaned out. She heaved herself onto her elbow.
Rather than providing answers, the tentacle withdrew from her shirt hovered over her a moment longer. It then retracted into her body at a torturously slow pace, and she could do nothing about it as she squirmed and panted.
There was a knock on the door.
It took some effort, but Katie managed to climb to her feet, her groin hot and leaking. That had to be Matt, or maybe he had even gotten his aunt by then. Katie gingerly pulled up her pants.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see two men wearing crisp suits and grim expressions.
Before she could react, there was a blinding flash of light that left her seeing black spots in her vision.
She cried out and struggled as she was grabbed by both arms and pulled across the living room, down her driveway, and towards a black van. She just barely managed to catch the sight of Matt leaning back on her porch railing, completely aloof.
Matt, help me! Katie cried as she was dragged towards the van. Dont let them! A sharp pain pierced the side of her neck and then there was only blackness.
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When Katie awoke, her head was throbbing, she felt dizzy, and it took several moments for her to get the world to focus. She groaned, but her voice came out muffled.
Surprised by this, Katies eyes went wide. She was lying back on an unfamiliar bed with a metal frame in a large room that was full of strange, futuristic, equipment. She was wearing a medical gown. Her body felt weak and lethargic.
Katie tried to call out, but only produced a muffled moaning sound. There was something hard and plastic affixed to her mouth. It reminded her of the gas mask her doctor had pressed over her face when she had gotten surgery in high school, but this one seemed to clamp around the back of her head. She tried to sit up, but the back of the mask was hooked onto the bed somehow, leaving her unable to move her head.
The inside of the mask was like some sort of dental retractor that held her teeth apart and plunged like a tube into her mouth. A long hose protruded out of the front of the mask, leading to a small conduit in the wall and out of the room.
Katie writhed in panic, but with the mask, she couldnt get up without hurting herself. She desperately tried to pull it off, but the material was hard and durable, and it wouldnt budge. She moaned in frustration.
A machine beeped beside her.
Subject is conscious, a mechanical voice announced.
The bed hummed as it shifted Katie into an upright position. Her eyes darted about in terror.
Commencing with initial feeding, said the computerized voice.
Katie furrowed her brows in confusion. Somewhere a machine groaned. The hose wiggled, and a warm, thick pudding flooded her mouth.
