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Tentacles, Parts 18-20 - 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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18.
They were no longer softball-sized. Now the eggs felt more like grapefruits against his hole. Connors face reddened and contorted as he struggled to push. He was oblivious of Brads shocked stare.
Ohhh
Connor groaned, sliding his hand down to cradle the egg still lodged in his opening. It trembled, but seemed relatively stuck. The pressure in his stomach increased in the meantime, his belly button throbbing as his stomach swelled. Nrrghhh
Another egg shifted into his birth canal behind this one and its momentum helped him push the crowned egg out. Connor grunted and strained as its greatest width squeezed through him before it finally popped free.
That counted nine. Nine eggs. Connor groaned as the next egg began to crown.
But his body was prepared, his plump ass swelling, spreading, to make way for the mass. He gripped the edge of the sink and gave one more forceful push. Nrrghhh!
It dropped free to join the others in the small pool of water beneath him.
Connor panted, his back hunched. He waited for the next mass, but the pressure was gone. And so he just remained squatted there, gasping for breath. He had birthed ten eggs this time, though, as usual, his belly did not look any smaller.
Brad was stunned. C-Connor
he said.
Connor rubbed at his abdomen, which was more large and round than ever. He looked overdue with quads, the tentacles squirming in pleasure inside him. I think they
need to be in water, Connor said weakly. I cant produce them otherwise. He groaned as his belly trembled. He did his best to get up. Brad hurried over to help him to the chair, and then the floor.
The two stood back to observe the ten eggs submerged in the water. They were each quite large, each the side of a grapefruit, and Brad was shocked that Connor had managed to birth them at all.
And Brad was fascinated. He was practically itching to examine them. Connor groaned.
Conor was pale, sweaty, and presently rubbing his large mound. His back was arched, straining to support the mass. The skin of his taut belly shifted as something lurched within. The mass was protruding completely free of the tank top he was wearing. His breasts seemed to have experienced some growth as well, his cleavage now bulging heavily against the low neckline.
Connor, sighed Brad in sympathy. He took Connors arm and ushered him off to his room. Ill be in the exam room across the hall. Why dont you try to get some sleep?
Connor managed a nod. Thank you. For everything.
Of course, Brad said. He patted Connors shoulder then walked off.
When he was gone, Connor continued to rub his belly, groaning as the tentacles squirmed. Things were escalating fast. He hoped Brad found some answers, and soon. Connor didnt know how much more growth he would be able to handle.
19.
Connor found another outfit of Brads a T-shirt that his belly poked completely free of, and some sweatpants that could barely contain his plump backside. He frowned down at himself, knowing that this was the best he could do, at least for the time being. He would speak to Brad about other clothing options in the morning. But at present, he just wanted to collapse.
Before heading for the bed, Connor threw a glance at the mirror, and wished he hadnt. With a trembling hand, he turned on the lights directly above him.
His skin had taken on a greenish hue. Brad must have been too astonished by the newest eggs to have really noticed. Connor continued to observe himself until he realized that his lips were now a much darker, forest green. He lifted his shirt. His nipples were too.
Connor swallowed, unsettled by the revelation. He spotted strange flecks of green in his hazel eyes. It was beautiful.
And unnerving.
Connor felt his heart race, but he knew there wasnt anything he could do about his changes. Not at the moment. His best bet was to get some rest so that he would have a clear mind in the morning. And who knew? Maybe while he was sleeping Brad would come up with something they could work with.
Even with these thoughts, Connor felt increasingly hopeless as he eased himself down on the bed. The door was ajar, and he could see the light coming from the exam room across the hall that Brad occupied. He shifted and squirmed, but somehow managed to fall asleep.
Connor awoke a few hours later to powerful movement inside him. He grunted, and instinctively rubbed the mound. He looked down to see that a tentacle was protruding from his body. He must have gotten so accustomed to the sensation that it hadnt even awoken him. The tentacles winding length was trailing across the room where it disappeared through the opening left by the door. Connor shifted uncomfortably. It was probably looking for food, perhaps more lab gerbils to feed on.
Connor reached down, and slowly, tentatively touched what he could reach of the slimy limb, right where it protruded between his thighs.
Connor gasped as it shuddered, and the contents of his belly gave another powerful lurch, but to Connors frustration, the tentacle did not retract. He had no choice but to tolerate whatever it was up to. He watched it move farther and farther from him, until the limb was taut. He felt a strange pulling sensation, and instinctively held the underside of his belly as his abdomen tensed and ached, as though something was tugging at the tentacle. Just what was going on?
Panting by then, Connor started to heave himself up, when suddenly the bedroom door pushed open. Connor looked up and was surprised to see a disheveled Brad being dragged inside. His captor was the tentacle itself, wrapped tightly around his chest and arms. The tentacle was pulling Brad over to him, and Connor was lost as to why.
20.
Brad! said Connor in alarm.
Connor, I must have dozed off in the lab and it it just grabbed me!
The tentacle pulled Brad close, against him, before its head snaked down to Brads waist and began to push the front of his pajama pants down.
Connor struggled to get up, feeling much like a turtle that had fallen onto its shell, but the tentacle managed to lock Brad tightly against him. A second tentacle pushed out of Connors opening, causing him to tremble. This one wrapped around one of his legs, holding it up, and spreading him wide.
Brad, Connor repeated, watching in horror as the first tentacle wrapped around Brads member, lathering it in slime. The tentacle proceeded to pump it, Brads face reddening as he hardened and swelled.
Errghh
Brad groaned, struggling to escape, but it was no use.
Connor couldnt help staring at Brads swelling member. He was even larger than he remembered him being. Much larger. He watched in astonishment as the tentacle continued to slather Brads gender with the pale green slime, somehow coaxing it to grow, and grow, and soon he was at a length and thickness that might rival a horses. Veins throbbed on its surface as Brads face twisted in discomfort. He looked incredibly strained.
Connor
panted Brad, as the tentacle tightened around his chest.
Im so sorry Brad, Connor gasped out. The long tentacle bounding his leg was now sliding along it, keeping his leg in place while also wrapping around him, beneath his breasts, holding his whole body secure.
Brad shook his head. I agreed to help you, he forced out. You have nothing to be-
Connor released a pained yelp as Brads member slammed into his already stretched opening.
It was tight
so tight. He grunted as the tentacle rocked him, shoving him up and down Brads member. It seemed to go deeper every time.
Both their faces were red, Brad staring at him in horror, struggling to contain himself.
Connors eyes were squeezed shut, his grunts rhythmic with the forced thrusts of their bodies. It was so strange, so
tingly. His belly throbbed, his loins heated, and the creature within him lurching in delight as Brad was pushed deeper and deeper into his already-packed stomach. He could feel Brad tense. He knew he was at his limit.
Connor, I-
Brad poured into him, flooding him, Connors face reddening more as he felt Brad pump him full with far more come than a man should have even be able to produce. His belly seemed to tighten and fill with heat before he felt Brad slump down, the tentacle the only thing that was keeping him upright. His gender came out but none of his seed followed. What was the purpose of all this? Connor groaned as the tentacle slowly slid away from his waist and unbound his leg. Both tentacles retracted back into his opening, leaving him and Brad to exhaustedly collapse against the bed.
