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Tentacles II, Part 9
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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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Katie felt cool and clammy, her body stiff. She lowered her phone face-down to the dresser. Then she turned away from it. She found some flip flops and shoved her feet into them. She saw her purse on the bed, and grabbed it, hanging it off her shoulder.
As Katie waddled for her bedroom door, a white mouse skittered by, startling her, and making her almost lose her balance. She wrinkled her nose at this new development. She was a tidy person and had never had issues of bugs or rodents in her life.
As Katie made her way through the kitchen, she grabbed her car keys off the counter. Everything was there. Everything was eerily in place where she had left it. Yet she didnt feel as though she was home anymore. She just wanted to get away, as far, and as fast as possible.
Katie walked out of the house, deciding that she needed to be somewhere more public, and distant from her relatively remote property.
She looked around, feeling paranoid as she eased herself down into the drivers seat of her car. She knew they were surveilling her. They had said as much. But she was oblivious of the extent of it. Maybe if she left town, she could disappear. If necessary, she was even willing to ditch her vehicle.
In only moments she was driving down the freeway in her quavering old sedan, face twisting as the tremors reverberated up to her churning stomach.
She took and exit down a narrow road, and had just reached the border of the city, when her car began to sputter warningly. She pressed the gas, eager to achieve the small plateau of escaping her town, but instead, the car slowed down more, now emitting a caterwaul from the engine.
The road was empty except for the occasional delivery truck that cruised by. There were two or so local shops across the street.
Katie tried turning her car on a few more times, but the engine seemed completely dead. Feeling a little breathless in her panic, she opened the door, and hauled herself upright. She arched and groaned, stretching her tense, stinging back. She then held the underside of her gut and began to lumber across the road, silently hoping that the tentacles didnt decide to make an appearance at this inopportune moment.
Of the three shops in the small outlet, one was closed, one was boarded up, and the last one was open. Katie made her way inside, her fat belly heaving gently with her heavy breathing. Her D-cups rocked on her chest, nipples sticking out against the cotton of her tank top. At the front was a sleepy-looking cashier, and an elderly man was browsing magazines to the side of the register. A teenager was perusing the candy aisle, and a woman was dragging a toddler along as she examined the dates on packages of sliced bread.
Katies eyes trailed across a display, and she felt monstrously hungry the moment she saw the fattening snacks there, stuffed into the shelves. There were packaged caked stuffed with creams and slathered with icing. Factory-made, and entirely processed. It was the type of thing she typically would have sneered at not long ago.
Somehow she managed to tear her gaze away, for the moment, at least. She saw a dusty ATM, and wobbled her way over. She bit her lip and stared at it hopelessly for a moment, before hesitating, and digging into her purse. She found her wallet, with her ID and all her debit and credit cards to her disbelief!
She tried her debit card first, but her account was empty 0 balance. Her throat tightened slightly.
She tried her credit cards for a cash advance, but each and every card had been deactivated. By then she was panicking, and her body congruently felt terrible and tight. She cupped her stomach with both hands, allowing her fingers to slip under the taut hem of her shirt, drawing it up a few inches as she caressed the lurching mass. The occasional shape pressed at the surface, long and windy, and slithering about, snake-like. Her skin stretched under her hands, flushing worrisomely as veins rose to the surface.
Mam? said a voice behind her. Mam, are you done with the machine.
Katie groaned and opened her eyes, only then realizing that they had been squeezed shut. She staggered towards the exit, her belly throbbing so forcefully that some of the other patrons were staring at her now.
Miss, called the cashier uneasily. Miss, are you alright?
But she simply left, her belly twisting, swelling, and aching so powerfully she thought she might burst. She had never wanted a tentacle to make an exit before that moment, but maybe it would free up some space, because she was so fucking tight, and sheshe needed to
Water, she gasped out. She needed water at that moment, she needed it to survive. Yet there was no sign of it. She staggered to the side of the building, and a small parking lot, searching desperately with her eyes.
She spotted a shallow, muddy puddle of water, and found herself desperately hurrying towards it, grunting and whimpering as her shirt slid and stretched against her tight expanse of flesh. Her nipples ached and burned, all of her flesh hot and tingling. She found herself collapsing into the small puddle, soaking her skirt through, and the moment her loins hit the lukewarm water, her belly contracted powerfully. She gasped and gripped it, her face reddening and breasts wiggling as she struggled for leverage. She looked overdue with child by then. And she felt as though somethingsomething was making an exit.
It wasnt a tentacle. It was too large, round, and hard. Katie drew up her knees as she sat there, so her thighs flanked her huge belly. She groaned, twitched, and held her face as she felt herself stretching slowly against an unyielding mass. Finally, it popped free and into the puddle, leaving her gasping for breath.
The pressure subsided.
As she sat there, feeble and sore, trying to regain her composure, she finally took inventory of her surroundings. She was surprised to see that she wasnt alone.
There werethere were other people there, standing around, gawking at her. The mother and child from the shop stood together by a minivan, both staring at her, grocery bags forgotten on the tarmac at their feet.
A young man tentatively took a step forward, then thought better, and took a step back. He began to walk away, looking perturbed.
Yet another person got on their phone. Dialed briefly, then began to mutter about mental breakdowns, heavily pregnant, and, send an ambulance.
Maybe it would be for the best if the authorities picked her up. At least she would be in their hands, and not those of her captors. Granted they werent one in the same.
What would they think of the tentacles? But she was resigned. She didnt have the energy to care.
There you are, someone intoned emphatically.
Katie stiffened at the familiar voice. She wearily looked up.
It was Matt.
She was surprised by how strong he was when he easily pulled her to her feet, causing her to yelp as her back was reacquainted with the terrible weight of what squirmed within her.
Her limbs were shaking, her clothes a muddied mess.
I was worried sick about you, said Matt in a mocking tone that she had, until that moment, thought to be a loving one.
He pulled her to a car, and she was both so breathless and unbalanced that she did not have the chance to protest before he was shoving her inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
Matt disappeared for a moment before climbing into the passengers seat, closing the door, leaning back, and giving a long-suffering sigh.
Then he regarded her, eyes trailing her heaving form.
Youve gotten ripe. It was all he had to say, after everything they had been through together. After everything he had done. He seemed a different person, his words almost snide. Even his accent was slightly off.
Katie curled in on herself, wanting to be small as possible, which was rather counterproductive when one had a melon-sized lump on their midsection.
Dont move. Matt said.
He got out of the car and walked back to the mud puddle, where he squatted down. He reached into the dirty water, seeming to be looking something. His face opened, lips firming. He had found it. Then he was back in the car, starting it hastily, while one hand cradled something to his chest, anobject. It was round, but perhaps not perfectly so. It was green, and hard. Shell-like. In fact, it looked like anegg.
Katies brain glitched out as she connected the dots. It should have been easier but the idea was still so ludicrous. She had laid an egg. What is happening to me? she rasped.
But Matt ignored her as he began to drive. He set the muddied green egg in a padded basket between their seats, and she stared at it vacantly. That thing had been inside of her. She didnt know whether to laugh or cry. She felt a little hysterical. The tentacles were using her body as a breeding ground. It was some sort of massive parasite.
Its amazing, Katie, Matt told her, his eyes on the road. You really are thriving on earth. This is a breakthrough. Youve done well. Ill include it all in my report.
He pulled into her drive way.
Now, no more day-trips, honey. Not that we dont enjoy tracking you, but you seem a little worse for wear.
Entirely furious, Katie swung the car door open and heaved herself out. She wadded her way back to her house, and went directly to her bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
She eased herself down in bed, her belly tight and uncomfortable. She heard the clanging of pots and clinks of dishes in the kitchen, and grimaced. Matt had let himself inside. But then, he did have a spare key. She cursed under her breath and turned to her side, breathing heavily. Her nipples tingled and her loins throbbed. She rubbed her belly consolingly, hoping to stave for another episode, and yet suspecting it was futile.
So she stayed in her room, thighs clenched shut, waiting for the noise to cease, indicating that Matt was gone. She was not sure what he was doing there anyway. She felt like a prisoner in her own house. But maybe that was the point. Maybe Matt was supposed to keep watch of her from that point on.
She struggled and maneuvered herself up to a sitting position, then grabbed hold of her night stand and heaved herself to her feet. She padded her way slowly to the kitchen where Matt was cooking, apparently.
What are you doing here? she asked.
I thought Id make us some dinner. Matt didnt look up from the pot of food he was stirring.
Katie felt dizzy in her languor. She watched as another fat white mouse scuttled by. Its disgusting.
Matt turned slightly to note the object of her remark. Hopefully it will resolve itself, he said nonchalantly as he returned his attention back to the meal he was preparing.
Get out, Katie snapped.
Matt pretended not to hear her. She took a step closer.
Get out of my house. Havent you done enough to me!? She motioned to her swollen from.
Suddenly she was being pressed hard into the wall, Matt pinning her there, her heart racing, not in fear, but an eerie sense of exhilaration. Her insides lurched and shoved down, as her loins quavered, as though to eject something. Matts hand was jammed into the face of her gut, putting so much pressure there that her face flushed in discomfort.
Listen preggo, he said in a harsh growl she had never heard come out of him before. Youll do what I say, when I say it. Otherwise youll face the consequences. He pressed into her harder, making her squirm for escape. It was getting too uncomfortable. The tentacles writhed furiously, making long bulges flow against the straining surface of her stomach. Understood?
She managed a weak nod.
Matt pulled away, just as fast and smooth as he had shoved her there. He returned to the counter, puttering away as though nothing had happened. Gasping for breath, Katie backed into the corner.
