Tentacles II, Part 1 (Patreon)

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Summary: Katie is impregnated with tentacles. Inspired by Arthur Saxon’s “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.

Note: I have not read the prequel to this since I wrote it, and I don’t particularly remember it. Suffice to say, I am not following the trajectory of that story.

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” laughed Katie as she doffed her shirt.

“This lake has been closed for years,” Matt whispered back. He nodded to the faded old sign that read KEEP OUT OF WATER just on the shore.

“Still,” said Katie, giving him a coy smile. She was down to her panties and bra. “I’ve never actually skinny-dipped before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Matt seductively slid down his drawers, in a would-be strip tease, were he not so horrible at it.

Muffling her giggles with her hand, Katie removed the rest of her clothes. The lake was only a mile from her house. She had childhood memories of swimming around in it with her parents. But for the past five years, the lake had been closed off from public use, warning tape surrounding it. There had been a few ridiculous rumors as to the reason why this had occurred, but there was really no sign of dangers or contamination, let alone government experiments. Matt thought it was a liability thing, and Katie had to agree.

“Ready?” said Matt, walking to the shoreline. Katie could see his toes touching the water in the wan moonlight.

“Let’s do this,” Katie whispered back to him. Both raised their hands to silently count down from three, then in unison, they jumped in.

The water was ice cold, which was wonderfully refreshing on a summer evening such as that one. Katie swam up to the surface and looked around, before something splashed against the back of her head. She turned around, and laughed, and began to splash Matt back.

She waded around, on her back, kicking her legs out in contentment. Matt did a lap in no time. He had always been an amazing swimmer.

Before they tired, they met in the center of the lake, both paddling languidly to remain surfaced.

“I’m glad we did this,” Katie whispered to her boyfriend. They had been together since high school, and at twenty-five, they were still going strong.

“Me too,” said Matt, giving her a light kiss on the lips, then drawing back, as if just to admire her in the pale light. He leaned over to kiss her again—

Katie yelped as she was jerked downward, unintentionally taking in a gulp of water. Something had caught on her ankle! She jerked and writhed as she was drawn deeper into the lake. But something wasn’t right. Something was pulling her!

Katie leaned down to free herself of whatever had coiled around her ankle. It was too dark to see it in detail, but it resembled a long, thick vine. Katie desperately tried to free herself of it, and was astonished by how warm the vine felt, especially in comparison to the rest of the water. It was also soft, but firm, and almost…fleshy. It didn’t seem like a vine at all.

Katie cried out as she was jerked roughly, a barrage of bubble the only evidence of her distress. Her body surged freely towards the lake floor. There was no sign of Matt, just the overwhelming darkness of the water. And the vine just wasn’t letting up, holding her firm and tightly.

As her body stopped, she struggled desperately, and she could feel the tickling of contact on her shins. At first she thought it was merely plants and algae, but as she felt the sensation slide up her thigh, ghostly and alarming, she struggled harder. What was down here? Had she been captured by some octopus or squid?

Just as Katie ran out of air, she felt the sensation shift up to her loins. She felt her vaginal lips opening, something intruding her. Her eyes went wide as something hard and firm was pushed against her opening, till she ached and burned, and yet still it pressed. Her hands, that had been furiously paddling against the water, now flew down, to stop the intrusion, to stop the firm, rounded thing that didn’t fit, that was the size of a baseball, that didn’t belong—

And then she blacked out.

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“Katie. Oh god, Katie—please wake up?”

Her eyelids lifted. Katie found herself staring up at Matt, who looked hysterical. She had never seen him cry before. Her eyes shifted, and she could see the sun glowing on the horizon, just about to rise.

“Thank goodness,” Matt breathed out, pulling her upward and embracing her tightly where they sat there, on the muddy banks.

Katie coughed a few times, some water coming up from her throat. “What happened?” she choked out, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She clutched onto him for support.

Matt pulled back. “You nearly drowned. I—I couldn’t find you.”

Katie remembered. “Something caught on my ankle.” She coughed a few more times as she tried to recall what had happened in the lake.

“And then, you were just—floating—” Matt’s voice broke. He stared at her. “Your lips are blue. We’re going to the hospital!” He stood and began to lift her.

“I’m fine,” Katie insisted, just managing to pull herself out of Matt’s grasp. “No hospital. I feel fine, Matt.” And truly, she did. Her body felt strong, almost unnaturally, though she was still just as slim as ever. The cloudiness in her head was diffusing rapidly, and her loins ached, almost painful, yet pleasant.

Katie then reached out and took Matt’s hand. “Let’s just go home. Okay?”

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A half-hour later, the two were back in Katie’s bedroom. As Matt threw her furtive looks, and rummaged around in his duffle bag for a fresh change of clothes, Katie walked into the adjoining bathroom.

She stood in the mirror in her tank top and shorts, her wavy hair still slightly damp. She lifted her blow dryer and got to work as she idly studied herself in the mirror.

The events at the bottom of the lake had to have been a hallucination. There was no way that any of what had occurred was remotely possible.

And yet, why did her groin ache? Why did she feel as though she had been changed somehow? She felt less empty, and a strange growth in vitality that didn’t make sense.

She examined her hazel eyes, her irises seeming larger, and she could swear that they were tinged green now.

There was a knock on the door. “Katie, are you alright in there?” Matt called.

With a sigh, Katie turned off the blow dryer and lowered it. She’d just had a near-death experience and it was understandable that she was confused, perhaps even a bit paranoid, in the wake of it. There was nothing wrong with her body. She looked exactly the way she had looked before. There was no creature at the bottom of the lake, and it certainly hadn’t put something inside of her.

“Coming,” Katie called. An idle hand ran over her flat stomach, encountering a slight convex, which gave her pause. But it was just bloating—certainly just one of innumerable side-effects of nearly drowning.

With a final glance in the mirror, Katie became focused on her lips. Matt was right. They had turned blue. No…they were a bit greenish.

Katie dug into a drawer and arbitrarily slathered her lips with pink lipstick. Matt was worried enough about her as it was. She released a deep sigh and turned to the door.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he said, as she opened it.

Rolling her eyes, Katie took Matt’s hand and pulled him along to the living room. The two cuddled together on the couch and spent the early morning hours watching old animated movies. When Katie’s stomach grumbled, Matt hurried off to the kitchen, and dutifully returned with a large bowl of popcorn moments later. As Katie idly munched, Matt started to doze off, but Katie felt wide awake.

Her body felt strange. Her loins were tingling. Katie finished the popcorn, and nudged Matt awake.

“Go home and get some rest. I’ll be fine,” she insisted, squirming away as Matt tried to hold her tighter. “I’ll see you tonight.” She gave him a wink.

With some grumbles, Matt reluctantly got up. He had a shift at the grocery store that afternoon, where he worked as a store manager. “Promise me you’ll call if you feel weird or lightheaded, or—anything.”

“I promise,” Katie agreed, giving him a light kiss. She splotched his face with pink lipstick.

When Matt was gone, cartoon movies continued to play, but Katie stared off, not really seeing it. She felt a bloatedness in her gut to correspond with the small rise there. Her loins also felt quite strange, her legs quavering. She shifted somewhat, but no position seemed to assuage her discomfort.

Katie leaned back on the couch arm, and spread her legs, hoping to offer some relief. Could she have an infection of some sort?

She groaned quietly as a pulse of heat rolled straight from her stomach, to her groin, then back again. Katie took in a shuddering breath, and passed out.

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