Womb Sweet Womb

I was born again.

Who am I?

Anyway, I've picked up the ovum-whatever title, and on top of all that, the most important one still remains.

In this age of youth unemployment, when fifty million idle young men are rotting on the sidelines — who am I?

If you're sitting there going, What?! How the hell is a tentacle a homeowner?! — my house is Topaz.

No, I am not claiming Topaz's Residence as my own just because I'm freeloading there. Topaz herself has become my home.

To be precise, overcoming the mana that used to gush from her vagina the instant I tried to enter wasn't enough. I have conquered her womb as well.

It isn't so much that I can now withstand the womb's overwhelming mana. After I consumed Topaz's ovum, something happened to my body — her body itself no longer rejects me.

Originally, even the slightest insertion would have pulped me into tentacle juice, like a well-blended tomato smoothie under the force of her mana. And now I have conquered her womb. I am genuinely, profoundly moved.

It feels as though I have all but dissolved into Topaz's mana, so that the antibodies in my host no longer activate against me. I don't remember it, but even as a human I would have enjoyed a womb once, as a fetus. There is an instinctive nostalgia and comfort in returning to the place where a living thing is first conceived.

Well. Tentacles are oviparous, so that's complete bullshit.

Hmm... something... something's missing.

Even as I luxuriate in this comfort — even having achieved the goal my tentacle instincts had howled for ever since I first encountered Topaz, settling into her womb — I still feel like something is lacking.

Is it the position that's uncomfortable...?

The way I used to, as a human, lie in bed snickering at my smartphone and occasionally roll over, I wriggle my body this way and that.

Squeeze♥ Squeeze♥

Just from moving, her womb contracts as if she has climaxed, and a peculiar pressure wraps around me.

Ooh... this is pretty good.

Far from finding the contraction oppressive, the already cozy womb feels even cozier.

Hehehe. Climaxing from her womb... she's getting more and more depraved.

Feeling quite satisfied with Topaz's body — trained to the point that she is having womb orgasms before her cervix has even been properly developed — I throw myself into the training with even more enthusiasm. This time I generate an aphrodisiac and a crop of nubs, and instead of just tossing and turning, I gently scratch at the uterine wall for a proper caress.

Scritch♥ Scritch♥ Slide~ Slide♥

Squeeeeeze—♥♥

Unlike the incidental squeeze from a moment ago, when I was just rolling around, this one clamps down on me with insane force, crushing my body even harder.

Ooh. This is just like getting my cock squeezed...

The pressure is so intense it reminds me of how her vagina used to pleasantly squeeze the cock I had been happily thrusting into her until she passed out — and she can do that with her womb, too!

Unable to contain my amazement, I redouble my caresses.

Squeeeze♥ Clamp♥ Squeeeeeeeze~♥

As I play, stimulating her even more against the womb that is clamping down in a trance of pleasure, I suddenly sense a flow of mana inside Topaz's body.

Hm? Did Topaz come to?

Just as I wonder if she has woken up and is using mana to investigate the foreign sensation inside her body—

Pop♥

An ovum is suddenly released from the side of the womb.

Slurp...

Recalling the taste of the frozen ovum I had sampled earlier, my mouth starts watering on its own. Even the frozen one had been so rich and delicious — I can only imagine how good a freshly released, piping-hot ovum will taste.

Thanks for the meal~

I do wonder why she ovulated out of nowhere. But the mana and the thick, rich flavor radiating from that freshly laid, still-warm ovum are so intense they blow any such questions right out of my head, so I just shove it into my mouth.

Sure enough, nothing beats the freshest catch of the highest quality. A fierce taste and a surge of mana sweep through my entire body. With a sensation as if my very constituent matter is being born anew, my body gradually swells. The womb's pressure hits a critical point, and I feel it begin to expand.

Ooh... this pressure. So snug. So cozy.

I have grown so much that from the outside, Topaz's belly has probably started to bulge a little, as if she is pregnant. When she has to go out, I will have no choice but to leave the womb too — but a small part of me wants to be stubborn just once, go out with her while her belly is still swollen, and watch her scramble to explain herself to the passersby who gape at her rounded stomach.

Like a reptile basking in the sun, I simply luxuriate in the pressure the womb provides. Thinking back to when I was a dopamine-addicted human, I figure I wouldn't have been able to sit still for even a few minutes out of sheer boredom — and then I have a great realization.

I am only "sitting still" in the most technical sense. Being inside a beautiful girl's womb and puffing her up like I have gotten her pregnant is, if anything, far more unwholesome and dopamine-drenched than snickering at short-form videos on a smartphone. A perfectly reasonable suspicion, if I do say so myself.

Once I have fully metacognized exactly what I am doing, I can enjoy the womb's pressure even more.

You've gotta know what you're eating to really taste it.

That's what I said — but while sitting still isn't boring, a hollow feeling starts to creep in.

Isn't there some even more insane way to enjoy this?

I suddenly recall those gentlemen in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠short-form videos featuring well-made female characters from subculture games, the ones who compare a vagina to a baby slide — and just as I am considering actually riding her like a slide, a method far more befitting a tentacle occurs to me.

In the original game, it isn't only monsters that corrupt the protagonist. In the later stages, beings who command monsters appear — creatures called Demonkin, and Demons. In the endings where she is corrupted by monsters, she becomes a baby factory in the most literal, physical sense, popping out monster spawn left and right. Depending on the lewdness stat and reputation she had built up over the course of the game, she would either despair — or climax watching the monsters slaughter civilians, cheering them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on with a Well done, you magnificent beasts, go wipe this world clean.

And what I am about to do is from one of those related endings — the one where a Lewd Crest is carved into her, she is trained, and she falls. Planting a Lewd Crest.

The Demons who appeared in the original's later stages, beings who command monsters — and the Demonkin, those who contracted with Demons and ceased to be human. Unlike monsters who can merely use Black Mana, these beings wield it with skill, employing Black Magic — something distinct from ordinary magic.

Unlike Black Mana, which is a slapdash setting of just slapping "black" in front of mana and calling it evil, Black Magic supposedly deals in the familiar arts of brainwashing, hypnosis, curses, and hexes. Demons and Demonkin have different stat requirements and events to encounter, but I remember getting pissed off that once you actually succeed in meeting them, the endings only differ by a few lines of text. Sure, a handful of minor events differ before the ending, but being pissed off is being pissed off.

Anyway, among the events related to Demons and Demonkin, the one that shows up a hundred percent of the time is the Lewd Crest event. It has abilities like amplifying sensitivity, controlling pregnancy, and so on — but more than anything, the biggest reason is that it is hot as hell, and if I can do it, there is no reason not to.

Hmm... but will it actually work?

There is a tentacle-loving succubus on the Demon side, and she has a scene where she stamps a Lewd Crest onto the protagonist or other magical girls with her tentacles, so I figure it might work. I don't know how to use Black Mana or Black Magic, so I am a little worried — but having felt the Black Mana Topaz once carried, I, who came from a place with no mana at all, couldn't really tell the difference.

To me, it just felt like the difference between clean water and muddy water. It felt cloudy and a bit icky, but fundamentally not that different — so I figure magic and Black Magic are probably the same way.

Well. If it doesn't work, that's just too bad.

Should I go outside?

I thought carving it clearly on the skin's surface would be better, but I don't want to give up this comfort, and besides, once a Lewd Crest is activated it shows clearly even through clothes, so the uterine wall should be fine, right? With that in mind, I start roughly sketching a design on the womb wall with my tentacle.

Twitch♥ Twitch♥

Stimulating the womb that had been so well-behaved while I sat still, I feel it start to twitch little by little. Feeling a faint vibration like a rocking chair, I carefully consider the design, sliding my tentacle back and forth. I am not exactly an aesthete, so I take the familiar shape of a womb as a base, tweak it slightly into a heart, and roughly decorate the design.

Claaamp♥ Squelch♥

I imbue the tip of my tentacle with mana and start tracing the design I had envisioned — and the reaction is completely different from when I was just sweeping my tentacle across.

Whew... almost ruined the shape.

The stimulation must be stronger than I thought. The womb's contractions are beyond anything I had imagined. I nearly smeared the underdrawing I was carving with mana.

Slide, slide.

Squeeeze♥ Squeeeeeze♥ Twitch♥

There were a few spots I messed up thanks to the womb contracting too hard in the middle, but I either recarved those parts thicker or leaned into the stray lines and expanded them — and ended up with a womb-tattoo underdrawing far better than what I had originally wanted.

...Now what?

I had figured once I finished carving it, there would be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bam and it would be done — but the underdrawing I carved just glows faintly, like a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur hidden under the covers at midnight, and nothing else happens.

I wonder if it is because Topaz is unconscious, but then I remember that in the original, there was a route where the protagonist lost consciousness after defeat, and when she came to, the carved Lewd Crest gradually corrupted her with pleasure.

Do I need to pour in more mana?

Wondering if maybe there isn't enough mana, I pour it in.

Hummmm.

As I pour in mana, the brightness climbs from glow-in-the-dark-dinosaur level to night-light-on-sentry-duty level, and something starts to react. The Lewd Crest I drew gradually grows brighter. Absorbing mana, it keeps climbing in brightness until it finally stops — only once it is bright enough to illuminate the entire womb.

Huh...? It's still taking it in.

Even though the brightening has stopped, the mana keeps being absorbed, and before long my mana spreads through Topaz's entire body like a seed putting down roots in the earth. As my mana gradually spreads to every corner of her body, Topaz's mana resists mine for a moment, as if about to mount a rejection response.

But after a few seconds, that resistance vanishes as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if it had never existed — and instead, as if helping my mana spread, it wraps around Topaz's entire body together with mine, until at last the mana gathers back into the Lewd Crest.

Hummmmmm.

My worries about whether it would work prove completely unfounded. The Lewd Crest settles in without a hitch, glowing with a pink light in exactly the shape I had first envisioned.

Normally, I suppose, it would reject another person's mana the way an immune response would — and this technique probably uses Black Mana abilities like brainwashing or hypnosis to deceive the body's owner's mana and plant your own. I, on the other hand, absorbed Topaz's mana from the moment I was born, so my mana became similar to hers. I suspect that is why almost no immune response occurred, like people with compatible blood types.

I can't wait to see how Topaz reacts when she comes to and finds a Lewd Crest embedded in her slightly pregnant-looking belly. If it's Topaz, I can confidently guarantee she at least won't hate it.