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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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"Sit,” said Matt stiffly, and Katie obeyed. She was honestly afraid of him. “First course,” he said as he lowered not a plate, but an actual platter of food in front of her. It was loaded with the types of things she would never eat considering her health-oriented lifestyle. There were several burgers and a mountain of fries, all slathered in some sort of oily sauce. It looked absolutely disgusting. And beneath it all appeared to be a thick layer of cheesy pasta. It was an obscene amount of food and the presentation made it seem more fit for a farm animal than an actual person.

“What is this?” said Katie, grimacing.

“It’s dinner,” said Matt tensely. He seemed on the edge of his patience, which was uncharacteristic for him. “Eat. It.”

What choice did she have? He was in control and she was his captive. Katie slowly reached for a french-fry. Matt sat down, watching her.

She put it into her mouth and chewed, again contorting her face at the greasiness. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had indulged in a fry. The sauce was sweet and tangy, and just made the whole experience more unpleasant. Additionally, there was a strange aftertaste. It was almost chemical, and it disgusted her.

“We don’t have all night,” said Matt.

Katie lifted a burger. It was a huge one-pounder piled with bacon, cheese, and fried egg. She tried to compress it as much as she could before taking a large bite. To her displeasure, it had the same chemical taste as the fries, but she forced herself to swallow.

“Good?” said Matt.

Katie didn’t respond, didn’t even meet his eyes. She took another bite, and chewed, not showing any emotion, not letting him see how hurt she was by his betrayal and domination. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

She ate slowly but steadily, trying not to give him an excuse to start complaining again. And it was a lot of food. Though she had been forced to stuff herself at the facility, her body still wasn’t used to it. By her second grease-dripping cheeseburger, her stomach was feeling terribly uncomfortable. Her skin was hot and starting to sweat. She forced down bite after bite, adding tension to her already pressurized midsection. Her insides squirmed as if in pleasure.

“That’s right,” said Matt snidely. “Get all of it down.”

She was struggling her way through the fourth cheeseburger and had barely made a dent in the fries. She had yet to touch the pasta. She deeply wanted to get out of this but it didn’t seem possible. There was no one to turn to. No person she could trust. Not even her boyfriend.

An unintentional moan escaped her throat, but she clamped her lips as she forced down her latest mouthful. Her belly was giving weird clenches and heaves, but she breathed through it. Wiping some sweat off her brow with her arm, Katie moved on to the fries, stuffing handfuls into her cheeks at a time, and chewing impatiently, only enough not to choke. She was determined to get this over with.

The pasta was next. It had the same chemical aftertaste as everything else. Matt hardly even blinked as he observed her methodically filling her mouth, eating her way through the mountain of cheap, fattening food.

By the time she was finished, she was miserable, and stuffed. Her skin was burning, her insides twisting, and she could feel herself sweating through her clothes.

"Hope you left room for dessert," said Matt. Katie watched in disbelief as Matt stood and opened the fridge, from which he unearthed an entirely new platter, this one laden with a large, rectangular cake, the same size as the ones Katie used to pick up for employee birthdays at the gym. It was suited for at least a dozen people.

"Dig in."

Katie was handed a fresh spoon. Her eyes watered but she blinked back the tears.

She wasn't sure how she didn't retch, but the compulsion never hit her, and she suspected it was the creature's doing. Instead she grew tighter and tighter, her belly sitting heavy in her lap. She panted quietly between mouthfuls, her face flushed, cheeks full. Her mouth tasted sickeningly sweet as she worked her way through the final quarter of the cake. Her tank top was tight and damp, sticking to her dewy skin.

She choked and grunted as her belly shuddered. It simply felt as though there was no room left inside of her. Her loins quivered and she instinctively opened her thighs, her breathing thinning even more. A tentacle popped free, as though there was just no room left, pushing out from beneath her skirt. She gasped for breath as she watched it rise and waver around in front of her.

"That should be enough," said Matt coolly, watching the scene. He indifferently began to collect the dirty dishes. She had managed to finish all but a lump of the cake.

She felt heavy and lethargic, and didn't think she could get up if she wanted to. She lightly clasped her tight belly as it heaved with her forceful breaths. She tried not to look at the tentacle hovering. Hoped it wouldn't antagonize her now of all times.

Matt was busying himself with tidying up, the way he used to when they were together. He had cooked for her dozens of times in the past, and it had never seemed sinister. He had always been so loving; almost too-perfect a mate.

Now she understood why she had been so lucky. Her relationship had always been so easy but she had never questioned it. She hadn't wanted to jinx it somehow.

Matt was deranged. It only made sense. What other man could feign a relationship with someone long-term just as a job, some illicit project.

God, Katie thought, squirming. Her breasts felt sore. Her back ached and her thighs were going numb. She arched to relieve some of the weight on her lap, which also helped lift her breasts some and alleviate the heated compression of the mounds on her belly. "Ah..." she breathed out as wet globes peeled away from each other, and the air touched the undersides if her DDs, which really needed it. The flesh was tingly, achy, and insanely hot.

Katie couldn't help reaching down and gliding her fingers over the skin under her breasts. Where her flesh had been a bit puffy was now an odd bulge...two of them. She shivered and jerked slightly. What was that sensation?

A final dish clattered against the others on the drying rack. Matt was finished. His back was turned, his hands resting on the edge of the sink. "I have to go to work," he said with a sigh.

What did that even mean? Had he ever actually been employed at the grocery store? Wasn't Katie supposed to be his "work?" ...Or was he off to manipulate some other girl for another twisted experiment? Katie cringed at the thought.

"If you try to run away again, I will come get you," Matt said with sincerity. "And I won't be so nice next time." He wiped his hands off on a kitchen towel, threw her a short, considering glance, and then left.

Katie remained there for a while, slumped in her uncomfortable seat, trying to recover from food fatigue and all the other conflicting sensations running through her body.

Her belly was pulsing with pressure. Her back was killing her. Eventually Katie knew she had to get up. She slowly tried to tip herself off the seat without putting too much pressure on the tentacle trailing out of her opening, not knowing how it would react to being squashed beneath her. Gripping tightly to the table for leverage, she managed to get herself to her feet.

She couldn't believe how large she looked once she was standing. Like she was overdue with child. Beyond that. Like she could be due with twins or something, her belly visibly throbbing up and down, the hot pressure making her feel weak in the knees. Her groin felt heavy and engorged, like more things would start bulging out at any moment. Katie awkwardly waddled her way out of the kitchen. She found herself pausing in the living room to again regard the arbitrary hot tub of green fluid, looking so strange and out of place there. Something about it was weirdly alluring to her, but Katie tore her attention away and made her way into the bathroom.

"Mmmm..." she hummed, leaning on the wall, arching again, stretching her sore back. Her whole body felt alive, heart racing, flesh tingling. Overall it felt as though something was transpiring. Her hands gingerly returned to her chest, where the heat was at its apex.

"Nrrghhh..." she groaned as she drew her top up over her flushed midsection. The mound twitched with activity. She pulled the tank top higher, over her swollen breasts. She explored the tender mounds, sliding her fingers to the puffy flesh beneath them.

Something was...there. Something was developing. Where she had previously discovered swollen, irritated flesh, was a small fatty mound tucked under each of her breasts. And they felt on fire now, burning, stinging. Her breathing shuddered and she arched almost painfully as she felt the new mounds pulsing and—and advancing!

"Mmghhhh..." Katie groaned, hands ghosting the flesh as it steadily pushed into them, plump and round. There was a nub on each, pink, hard, and sensitive. Even as the reality of the new developments reflected right before her in the bathroom mirror, it was still hard to compute what she was growing.

Two additional breasts.

The mounds throbbed with tension and growth, Katie gasping for breath, her body pouring sweat. The tentacle chose that moment, of all times, to shoot up and harass her. The sucker smacked right into one of her newly developed nipples, giving a suck and causing her to squeal. Her legs quavered and she slumped more heavily on the wall. She watched the flesh of her two new breasts continue to rise and fall in pulsations and growth. Her belly was still packed tight from her eating binge, the globe bobbing as she squirmed.

What had been two small hidden lumps of flesh on her ribs tucked beneath her original breasts, was a whole new pair steadily advancing to C-cups as though hoping to rival the originals in size. Katie could hardly breathe. Her groin was tingling and tightening, her eyelids fluttering as her hips unintentionally bucked. She grunted as her opening was stretched tight and a second tentacle pushed its way free.

It was too much stimulation. She felt woozy. "I just—I need a momen—" Katie was cut off as the tentacle dove into her mouth, shoving it's way down her throat, causing her to gag. She sunk to her knees, unable to support herself anymore. Still stunned by the ongoing transformation of her chest, she went numb, unable to process it all.

Her belly cooled, but not in pleasant relief. She felt it tighted more, almost painfully, and steadily registered that something was being pumped inside of her. Her belly button trembled and bulged out to the size of a golf ball as wheezy little noises escaped her throat. Her belly steadily pushed and swelled, veins rising and falling against the taut skin. Her groin ached as it tightened yet more. A—another tentacle was trying to squeeze its way out.

Katie's vision blurred. It was all too much. Her eyes rolled upwards and the world went dark.

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When she awoke she was slumped in the tub of green fluid, the water going up to her throat.

She gasped, at first startled by the abrupt change in environment. But it didn't take long to realize what had awoken her. Her belly contracted the way it had during her escape attempt and her last venture outside. She unconsciously cupped the face of the mound and was startled by how far it extended. Her face scrunched as it contracted again. Her loins tightened but in a different sensation from when the tentacles emerged.

Something was pushing...crowing. Katie groaned and pushed, her free hand sliding down to feel the hard rounded surface of whatever was pushing out of her vagina. It was another of those masses she had produced before. Was she...was she laying eggs? Were the tentacle creatures really using her body was a breeding ground? Katie grunted and spread her thighs wider as the egg finally popped free to sink deeper into the green water.

Several more eggs followed, too many to count. Each seemed a little easier to produce than the last but it was still a mortifying process. She was laying eggs. She was being bred like a cow. "God," she hissed out as a final contraction shuddered through her immense belly. Afterwards, her body calmed. Oddly, she didn't feel any less packed. Katie leaned back and tried to breathe.