Tentacles II, Part 3 (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.

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Katie sat on the toilet, feeling rather nauseous until the sensations finally stopped. She felt as though the bloatedness in her abdomen had intensified uncomfortably, to the point of visibly pushing her stomach out. She left the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands, throwing a brief glance at herself in the mirror.

She really did look as though she had put on weight. Not only did her stomach seem bloated, but her breasts looked fuller as well, and were bulging somewhat over the top of her sports bra.

Trying to ignore it, despite how flustered she was, Katie walked out of the bathroom and headed back to her office, her head bowed and arms crossed over her small gut. She sat down, and made a video call to Matt.

He picked up immediately. He smiled at first, but then his lips turned in a frown of concern. Katie wondered whether she looked as anxious as she felt.

“You’re lips…” said Matt.

Katie blinked as she remembered the greenish tint her lips had taken on since the lake incident. She didn’t understand her compulsion to cover it up, yet she said, “I’m trying out a new color. You like?” and forced a grin.

Matt’s brows rose. “It’s…different.”

“That’s the idea.”

He chuckled. “How are you doing?”

Just talking to her boyfriend seemed to lift a weight from her chest. “Never better,” she responded. “I wanted to apologize again for blowing you off.”

Matt smirked. “No worries at all, sweetie.” He knew she got off on cutesy pet names. “I’m sure I can think of a way you can make it up to me. Tonight.”

“It’s a date,” Katie murmured, with a wistful smile. She felt reluctant to surrender the small comfort of their conversation. But soon enough, both had to return to their jobs. After a few more moments of idle chatter, they ended the call.

Katie knew she was nervous by the way she started eating the moment she got home that evening. Though she had already texted Matt to pick up some Chinese, Katie found herself going through all the meals in her house, which consisted mostly of health foods. She gobbled down fruits and vegetables, which didn’t seem to do much for her, so she worked her way through two boxes of protein bars. By the time she was contemplating over a container of ghee butter, there was a knock on the door. She sighed in relief, but then paused to look down at herself.

Katie hurried into her bedroom, feeling the urgent need to cover herself up. She traded her leggings for sweatpants, and pulled a shirt on over her sports bra. But then she frowned at the result, as she had pulled on a midriff top that still exposed her bloated abdomen. She felt regretful that her wardrobe consisted primarily to skimpy gym attire. It would take forever to find something that truly covered her up.

There was another knock, faster and impatient this time. If she blew him off again, Matt would never forgive her. Katie hurried towards the living room.

A brief glance in her mirror as she passed it reminded Katie of her bloated breasts, and…was her ass swelling? She felt uncomfortable in her own skin. There was no way that it was normal for a person to gain this much weight so rapidly.

Plastering her face with a winning smile, Katie opened her front door. She sighed into Matt’s embrace, then released a squeal of surprise as he scooped her up, and kissed her.

“I missed you too,” Katie giggled, as Matt dumped some bags on her kitchen counter and started carrying her towards the bedroom. “Matt—wait.”

Matt smiled down at her. “Yes, pumpkin?”

She winced at the regard. “I can’t tonight,” she thought fast. “I actually think I’m on my period.”

Matt seemed perplexed. “Has that ever stopped us before?”

“Just not tonight, Matt. I’m really not in the mood.” He lowered her, and Katie absently cupped her stomach. “To be honest, I’m freaking out.”

“What’s wrong?”

Katie stepped back so he could see her fully. His eyes briefly lingered on her gut, then returned to her face, questioningly.

“I’ve been gaining weight,” said Katie. “And fast.” She grimaced down at her soft, rounded mound. She looked as though she was four months pregnant. No—probably even bigger.

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” Katie snapped.

Matt raised her hands consolingly. “I just mean—you did say you were on your period, right?”

Even if that was true, Katie thought the weight gain was unreasonable. It was way too much.

“And you have to admit, Katie, you tend to be a perfectionist when it comes to physical fitness. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

Katie bit her lip in uncertainty.

“Give it another day. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Matt always knew how to talk her down. It wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

He’s right. Katie swallowed. She probably was overreacting. “Fine,” she mumbled, and Matt seemed all too pleased that he had won.

The two sat down to eat. Both knew that she was a stress-eater, but Chinese probably wasn’t the best idea, given her present dilemma. Despite it, Katie couldn’t resist the delicious aroma of plump, oily pork dumplings, of the gravy-drenched pork fried rice and egg foo young. Matt filled up quickly, and passed her the leftovers of his quart of lo mein. He had barely touched it.

Afterwards the two curled up on the couch, Katie feeling full and sated, her unease pacified by Matt’s continued reassurances. She leaned back on his chest as his hands rubbed circles on her belly in an odd, but comforting way. And as much as she detested the bloated mound, she couldn’t deny how nice it felt.

Tomorrow, I work out, Katie decided, allowing her eyelids to droop. Matt was right. Everyone had bad days. She just had to get to work on damage control.

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In the morning, she stared at herself in her bedroom mirror. Her belly was even more bloated than before, pushing away from her, like a beer belly, or an actual pregnancy. Her breasts seemed yet plumper, forming a line of cleavage she had never had before. They were beginning to push out from the bottom of her tiny A-cup bra. Katie turned to her side of goggle the plumpness of her bottom.

“Katie?” Matt called groggily from the living room.

“H-here.” Katie resisted the urge to cover herself up.

Matt walked in, rubbing his eyes, before looking at her “Oh.” He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and surveyed them both in the mirror. He glided his fingers over her bloated belly, and she shivered.

“It isn’t such a bad thing,” he said.

“What?” she snapped.

“I always thought you could do to gain a few pounds.” Matt shrugged.

Katie felt gobsmacked. “Matt, I own a gym!”

Matt shrugged. “Small as you are, it makes sense that any weight gain would be a bit obvious. I honestly don’t think it’s as bad as it seems.”

“This can’t be normal,” said Katie.

“You’ve had a stressful week, then last night, we had take-out. Your body has been so deprived, it’s sort of rebelling. Isn’t there a name for that, starvation mode or something?”

Katie frowned. “I don’t think this is that, Matt.”

“Most of it is probably just water weight,” he went on. It seemed like he had a litany of explanations that only served to overwhelm her with confusion. “You’ll bounce back. Besides, I really like you like this. I think you look adorable.” He continued to fondly rub her mound.

“I should see a doctor,” said Katie firmly.

Matt seemed to hesitate. “You should,” he finally conceded. Now he was contently massaging her hips, and it was only then that she noticed they looked slightly fuller. She could tell that Matt really didn’t agree with her. He probably thought she was being silly.

“I’ll make an appointment this evening,” said Katie, pulling herself out of Matt’s arms. “It could be a hormone imbalance, or—I don’t know—something.” She went to her closet and began to dig through her workout clothes. She found a tank top that looked tight, but she thought it might actually cover her up. She grabbed a pair of leggings.

“I better head to work,” said Matt.

“I’ll see you later,” Katie called, not looking up from her closet. She was still rather irritated with him.

Matt walked off. She heard the front door open and close.

With a sigh, Katie turned to her bed and dumped her outfit against the mattress. She got showered hastily, not wanting to feel or look at her newly developed curves.

Once she was dressed, Katie grabbed her bag and keys, and began to head for her front door.

She stopped in her tracks, releasing a sharp gasp. By impulse, her hand raised to her stomach, resting against the soft mound stretching out her shirt.

The squirming sensation was back, and again, it was accompanied by a heated pressure in her loins. Katie reddened and shuddered. Her hand trailed down to her groin, which felt plump and hot, even through the spandex. Her vaginal lips seemed to be quivering slightly, which just wasn’t logical. “Ohhh…” she groaned, and took in a shuddering breath. Feeling her legs go weak, Katie slowly lowered herself to all fours. By some impulse, she rocked her hips slightly. She felt pressurized, tight, as though someone was entering her. Or exiting somehow. She twitched and grunted. What the hell was going on?

Now she could feel the moist lips opening, her face reddening even worse. Something was pushing, actually exiting out of her. With a surprised noise, Katie looked down, and to her shock, her spandex was bulging. Something thick and phallic was prodding from her opening, between her quavering thighs. The groin of her pants tapered and stretched as the prods became more forceful. And it was all too much for Katie. Her eyes rolling upwards, she passed out.