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Tentacles, Parts 24-26 - Male Version
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Note: This is a male version of Tentacles.
Summary: Connor unwittingly impregnates himself with tentacles. Contains: Male: tentacle pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg laying, unbirthing, multiple breasts, partial transformation.
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24.
I cant stay, said Connor, looking at Brad apologetically. His massive belly heaved up and down. Im sorry Brad. FuckI cant.
Connor
said Brad entreatingly.
Dont, Brad. We dont want to
antagonize them. Connor rubbed his belly.
At this, Brad looked alarmed. But he didnt back down. Stay, Connor. He spoke more quietly now. Ill figure this out. Im making some progress with the testing
Connor shook his head. It wasnt enough.
As he waddled forward, Brad stepped aside, daring not to touch him in his advanced state. Connor could see the lump of Brads enlarged package protruding in the front of his pants, flaccid though it was. Like himself, it seemed that Brad had been affected by the tentacles on a biological level.
Be careful, Brad said in resignation as Connor made his way to the door.
Connor threw him one more forced smile. I will. He opened the door, and was suddenly standing on Brads porch, waiting for his ride.
Once the door closed behind him, Connor hunched slightly, overwhelmed by the weight of his exceedingly large pregnancy. His tangerine-sized belly button shifted and wiggled slightly against his mass. His belly was the size of a beach ball. It was full of heat and visibly pulsating. His E-cup breasts were swollen and plump. He could feel the new breasts, beneath them, steadily growing, pushing into the upper ones. They felt even bigger than they had been just an hour before. Connor slid his hands into the cloak and cradled his lower breasts through his overly-stretched, ill-fitting T-shirt. He groaned quietly. They were so sensitive.
A cab pulled up at the curb in front of the house. Through the drivers window, Connor could see a young man gawking at him in shock.
His insides squirmed. Connor prayed that the tentacles behaved. Just a little longer. Gripping the railing, he slowly made his way down the front steps, struggling to remain balanced. Once he was on the ground, Connor gripped what he could of his belly, and slowly waddled forward.
He was so massive, he felt like his mound might spill away from him, or like he might just tip over. With the incredible heaviness in his pelvis and pressure on his opening, he felt like something might simply burst out. Something more than just a tentacle or two. Something large.
Every move he made, his hole felt like it was opening, more of whatever laid within him being exposed, crowning, feeling like it might dropbut it was just one part of the entire mass within him, and it wasnt going anywhere.
He just felt so heavy, so tight. His belly was throbbing. And despite all his changes, he knew that he was only human. There were limits to his growth. How much more could he take on until he just popped? Connor whimpered. He didnt want to find out. This thing was stretching him to his capacity as it was.
25.
Soon enough, Connor found himself wedged in the back of a cab, his large belly pressed between his seat and the one in front of him, which was pushed up as far as it could go. Every so often the driver would give him odd looks through the rearview mirror. The driver drove too fast, perhaps in fear or anxiety, and Connor did his best to endure as his mound was bounced and jostled throughout the bumpy ride to Rogers home.
Fortunately enough, Rogers didnt live too far away from Brad. The cab came to a screeching halt, and Connors hole felt so burdened, he almost reached down to clutch his ass and contain whatever was trying to protrude through. But he could hardly maneuver himself where he was seated there, so instead he rubbed his hands up and down his throbbing mass as he breathed deeply, shuddered, and groaned.
He barely heard as the driver repeated the fare for a third time. Connor pulled out some bills, and practically threw them at him. It took him a while to heave himself out of the cab, the driver showing no indication of helping him. He proceeded with his slow waddle towards the front door of Rogers building as the car sped away. It must have been some celestial act of mercy that Rogers apartment was on the first floor. 1J. Connor knew it from all the times he had dropped off reports of exchanged supplies with the man.
His belly rocked as he proceeded into the building. His shirt was pasted to his body, though it wouldnt last much longer. His belly was concealed only by the cloak, which routinely flapped open to reveal the entirety of his outlandish mass. His skin was pale green, except his nipples, which were the size of coke caps, and had taken on a dark green pigment. They felt sore and were bulging out more than before, looking as though they were tunneling through his shirt. His breasts were fat, and tingling, and pressurized, much like the rest of him. His bottom bulged out behind him, large and plump. He in no way resembled the slim PhD student that he had been before.
And the thing bulging out of him, behind him
he couldnt see it, but he could certainly feel it. Nngghhhh
Connor had to pause, give himself another moment to breathe. It was uncomfortable, arousing, and generally horrifying. He knew that it was visible, just not beyond his round ass. Something blunt, pushing out of him from sheer pressure.
Mmmmgggghhh
The more he moved, the harder it seemed to press against his loins, yet it had no hope of coming out. Now that he thought about it, he hadnt seen the tentacles all day. Maybe he was just too stuffed full of them by then. Maybe he was so congested in there, they no longer had the flexibility to come out.
Holding the underside of his belly, as though this would help with the incredible weight of the mound, Connor finally waddled over to Rogers apartment door. This was his fail safe. It was truly his last resort. Taking a deep breath, Connor knocked.
26.
Connor continued to pound on the door, growing more desperate as minutes ticked by. He gripped onto the doorframe, his back straining, his legs feeling as though they would give out beneath him. He was just so tight, so heavy. He didnt think that he could hold out for much longer. And Rogers wasnt even home. Connor was so distraught, he felt that he might cry. He was out of options. Connor bowed his head. His situation was hopeless.
There was a clicking noise of the lock turning. Connor slowly raised his head as the door opened slightly. And to his overwhelming relief, Rogers face appeared in the crack.
Connor?
Rogers! Connor cried breathlessly.
The door opened more, and as Rogers took in Connors physique, his face drained of color. Connor could barely hold himself upright by then, and Rogers quickly collected his composure. He opened his door fully, and stepped aside. Come in, come in, he said in a hushed voice.
Connor staggered forward, his belly scraping against either side of the doorframe, he was so large. Where? he gasped out, desperate for somewhere to ease his mass down.
Rogers had gone back to staring at him, a stunned expression on his face. He lightly shook himself. To the lab, he said, taking Connors arm, helping guide him, despite the uncertainty he continued to wear on his face. He escorted Connor down a corridor to a private lab. There, he lowered a mechanical lab table, and Connor eased his body down against the padded surface. He was so relieved to be off his feet and yet as he looked down at himself, he couldnt imagine how he had been upright in the first place.
Rogers pressed a button on the side of the lab table, and it slowly elevated, to about the height of his waist.
Sitting upright, the mass of Connors belly was resting between legs, perched on the table, and pushing up his breasts. His belly was swollen massive, truly massive, and Connor knew that he would have serious mobility issues if it grew an inch larger.
Rogers, when we got separated, I think I was...infected by something. Its inside of me. I dont know what to do. Connors voice wavered with emotion. Im afraid I might rupture. Its getting so fucking tight.
Unlike Brad, Rogers was not one to be affected with emotional attachment. He silenced Connor with a wave of his hand and proceeded to examine him, pressing his hands all over Connors plump belly, even as it quavered with his thin breaths. He didnt bother to examine the rest of the young manexplore why his skin was a green hue, why he was developing extra breasts, or even the growing bulge in the seat of his pants. His belly was the most pressing matter, and so it had all of his attention for the time being.
Rogers left Connors side only for a moment, returning shortly with a device that Connor recognizedit was an ultra-sensitized sonogram machine of Rogers creation. It was so powerful, it could determine the type of food in someones stomach if Rogers so chose.
He squirted Connors belly with gel and began to press the mound with the wand, rubbing him all over as a picture developed on the computer monitor beside the table. As expected, Connor saw tentacles. But not just two or threeit was an endless blob of appendages compacted inside of him. It twisted and turned, and was absolutely stuffing his stomach.
As if this wasnt enough, Rogers continued the sonogram, as though he was looking for more. Connor could spot round masses here and thereit took him a while to realize they were eggs. And within the throbbing mass of tentacles, was a completely different figure. It was bigger, gentler, and
humanoid. It resembled a baby, perhaps seven months along. But that wasnt even possible. Connor was a man.
Connor was stunned. His mind shifted to Brad. Was it his? Was that what Brads sperm had been used for? Was it a regular human child, or would it be more like the tentacle creature? Would it be like him? How was any of this even possible?
It was all just so bizarre that he could barely digest it. Connor covered his face with his hand. Whats going to happen to me? he said almost in resignation. He grunted as his mass tightened. He rubbed the side of it, breathing as it slowly relaxed.
I dont know, Rogers admitted, continuing to gaze at the throbbing mass on screen. Connor I really
dont know.
Connor tried to maintain a calm demeanor. He fumbled in his bag for a moment. Rogers assisted, holding it open as Connor pulled out a rounded object. He held it up for Rogers. It largely resembled the sample the two had originally discovered at the site of the meteor landing, only it was bigger, about the size of a grapefruit.
Remember the object we found? Well apparentlyit was an egg, Connor said tightly. I think I unintentionally impregnated m-myself with it
somehow
Im not quite sure. But since then, I must have birthed about twenty more of these things. Some are in my apartment. Some are at Brads. Some are even in the lake by the old mill. Promise me youll find them all, Professor. They have to be destroyed. He lowered the egg to Rogers hands, his belly heaving up and down with his heavy breathing.
Connor... said Rogers.
I know I should have done it myself. I guess I didnt have the courage. But I should have. What if this is the start of something terrible?
There was a cracking noise. Both Connor and Rogers eyes darted down to the egg clasped in the palm of Rogers hand. A crack had formed on the surface. The egg trembled.
Connor grunted as his breasts suddenly tightened, his upper nipples seeping a pale green fluid, as his lower breasts surged in growth, pushing the upper ones higher. Nnnghhhhhh... Connor clutched his chest as both pairs of breasts bloated up in great bouts of growth.
And finally, the egg broke open. Connor and Rogers found that they could do little more than stare.
The End
Comments
Kompera
Welp, there's a sequel. Can't say any of that happens, but cool ideas :D
Shame it ended. There was an opportunity to watch the hatched egg forcefully take Rogers as a new host facehugger style and have two massively pregnant men. Could have seen the feds storm the apartment only to have the tentacles attack the manly officers and use their sperm one at a time like Brad's
