Tentacles and Eggs
A sticky, scorching heat pressed down as if propping up the lining of her womb.
Burning agony—as if red-hot lava far beyond any human body temperature had been forcibly poured deep into her entrails—made every nerve along her spine scream in unison.
The fleshy wall that had been racing mercilessly through her, crushing the folds of the stubbornly resisting passage, still pulsed with undying rage, thudding heavily, thudding again.
Yuna’s body, which had been hanging taut and swaying in the empty air beneath the ceiling, went limp and folded downward.
The thick restraints that had bound her two arms and the rest of her body all at once released their hold.
"Augh...! Hhk!"
As the tentacles withdrew from her flesh, her body—stripped of any strength to hold itself up—plummeted straight toward the cold tile floor.
Her kneecaps smashed hard against the unyielding surface with a dull, cracking impact.
The opaque white fluids and slick mucus that had pooled like a puddle around the toilet at the base of the floor splashed outward in wet, slapping sprays.
The chill of the bathroom tiles seeped into her cheek as she collapsed powerlessly, raising goosebumps across her skin.
But the freedom to move lasted only a fleeting moment.
A crimson strand still cinched her nape like a noose, and thick tentacles still clamped both her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart and pinning her to the floor so she could not so much as twitch.
The auxiliary tentacles that had been prowling the air, denied any part in the mating, began to swell greedily and thrash with rough violence.
Their target was Yuna’s night-patrol uniform, which lay discarded in a wretched heap on the floor.
The navy collared shirt—so stained and crumpled it was barely recognizable as a work uniform—was seized by several sticky tips and yanked taut in opposite directions.
The tough synthetic fibers stretched with a scream, then tore apart with a sharp, ripping shred.
Her night-patrol vest did not escape the brutal destruction either.
It was scraped and roughly ripped free by the thick suckers.
The master-key ring and compact flashlight that had been in the vest pockets clattered onto the tiles in a noisy metallic cascade.
The flashlight, shattered by the impact, sputtered irregularly and spat pale blue beams of light into the air.
But the beasts did not spare so much as a glance for the lightless objects rolling about.
They lunged only at the scraps of cloth steeped in the dense human scent and sweat.
The thick cuffs of the black cargo pants she had always favored for their excellent stretch were torn away without mercy by the tentacles’ ruthless grip.
Metal zippers and buttons ricocheted in every direction, filling the narrow bathroom with the clattering scrape of them skittering across the tiles.
Pockets that had been secured with solid stitching were ripped free whole, the tearing sounds bursting one after another.
Even the black tactical boots that had firmly protected her ankles while she patrolled the dark stairwells and outer grounds cracked with a grinding crunch as their soles snapped in half.
The shredded garments, coated in thick yellowish mucus, were swallowed into the gaping maws at the tips of the tentacles.
Even the undergarments that had covered her skin were torn away without a single exception, leaving her bare flesh fully exposed to the cold air.
As if determined to leave not even the barest scrap that might later cover her body, the predators greedily devoured the tattered remnants of the uniform they had shredded.
With the clear intent of leaving not even the meanest rag that might later hide her body, the tentacles voraciously stuffed the shredded remnants of the uniform into their maws.
It was the sight of her dignity and identity as a human being vanishing without a trace into the bellies of the beasts.
Only the wet, chewing sounds of fabric thick with her scent being masticated and swallowed filled the narrow bathroom.
"Ah... hhk..."
Forehead pressed to the wet tiles, Yuna’s bloodless lips trembled faintly.
A metallic, wind-like moan slipped out through her torn vocal cords.
The knuckles of the fingers braced against the floor convulsed and shook.
But her helpless breathing had not even finished before the restraints on both ankles cinched tighter still, forcing her legs so wide it felt as if they would tear apart.
A new strand that had been waiting, slick and hovering in the air, shot straight toward that intimate gap.
It was a tentacle of unique form: a long chain of smooth, hard beads linked one after another.
A nauseating fleshy wall that looked as if round grains had been strung together in a row.
The blunt head at the very front shoved its tip without mercy into the entrance of her flushed, swollen outer folds.
Crunch. Splurt—.
"Hngh...! Ah, ahh...!"
The first thick bead forced its way in, prying open the already wounded, reddened passage.
Every time the narrow joint connecting bead to bead scraped past the sensitive entrance, Yuna’s hips jerked up from the floor in a violent spasm.
One after another the second and third hard grains ruthlessly forced their way into the narrow birth canal.
When a round bead stretched the inner folds wide, the following narrow joint sucked at the stretched membrane and created friction.
Slap, grind, crunch!
The tentacle drove straight through until it completely pierced the innermost mouth of her womb.
Then, from the deepest point, it began to withdraw very slowly—yet with tremendous frictional force—toward the outside.
The hard sensation of scraping the entire inner wall as if peeling it raw made the base of her spine convulse as though it would go completely numb.
Behind the extreme pain, a forcibly dragged-up stimulation raced along her nerves straight into her brain.
Her toes curled and trembled as if freezing solid.
Fine veins stood out starkly along her pale nape.
This motion was not merely friction against her insides.
The tip of the beaded tentacle that had reached the deepest point swelled, transmitting the hard mass of something pushing against the membrane.
When the injection of semen had been refused, they had altered the method of breeding.
A large, round grain began to be forced into the interior of her womb.
"No...! That... won't fit...!"
Her lower abdomen bulged outward.
The agony of a single hard egg compressing and pushing her uterine walls in every direction made Yuna arch her back like a bow and scream.
But the beaded tentacle showed no mercy as it punched through the mouth of her womb and continued to cram in the second and third enormous eggs.
Every time the eggs filled her entrails, the skin of her belly thinned, swelling until the round shapes nested inside became visible to the naked eye.
While her whole body trembled under a pressure so crushing she could barely breathe, a massive shadow surged up through the darkness behind her.
It was the primary tentacle—of a thickness and length that set it completely apart from any of the tentacles that had been ravaging her insides until now.
Thick veins writhed and pulsed across the surface of the pillar that radiated searing red heat.
"No! That absolutely won't fit! I don't want it...! Please!"
The violent sensation of a size she had never experienced in her life registered through her skin.
Yuna thrashed her thighs in terror and twisted her body.
But the tentacle coiled around her nape slammed her head down against the floor without mercy.
The cold head of the primary tentacle pressed against her most sensitive flesh.
Crrrack—! Spliiit!
"Gyaaaaaaah!!!!"
The narrow entrance could not withstand the pressure; it tore, and bright red blood spread across the tiles.
The enormous pillar that had punched straight into her rectum shoved forward as if to rip the entire passage apart.
A scorching sensation of her entrails being forced upward slammed into her solar plexus.
In the instant her scream was about to tear the bathroom ceiling, tentacles that had been waiting in the air slid down like snakes and invaded her open mouth.
Tentacles dripping thick fluids drove deep into her throat.
"Mmph! Mmmph!! Ugh—!"
The mass of flesh that completely blocked her esophagus reached all the way to the entrance of her stomach.
The raw, sweetish stench of filth completely dominated her nose and throat.
Nausea surged without pause, yet there was not even a gap to spit it out.
Her scream was choked into rough nasal sounds; when the oxygen was completely cut off, both eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.
Saliva and tears mixed and ran down her cheeks to drip onto the floor.
Below, the merciless ravaging began.
The primary tentacle that had pierced her anus launched a fierce back-and-forth thrusting.
Squelch. Riiip. Thud.
The sharp frictional sounds of membrane tearing and raw flesh being scraped raw shook the sealed space.
At the same time the beaded tentacle lodged in her vaginal entrance continued to shove eggs relentlessly into her womb.
Under the simultaneous violence inflicted on both passages, Yuna’s abdomen writhed grotesquely.
Then, deep in her rectum, the primary tentacle swelled and began to pour out boiling white fluid.
Gulp. Guuulp.
The hot vibration thrashing inside the tentacle rang through her entire body with a deep, resonant thrum.
Pwah! Gulp! Guuulp!
Deep in the rectum, pressing against the thin wall just behind the womb, the head of the giant tentacle expanded.
Then hot, highly viscous white semen began to blast forth under enormous pressure.
Once, twice, three times…
The ejaculation continued without end.
The volume of the eggs filling her womb and the load of semen surging as if to burst the barrier pressed simultaneously against the interior of her abdominal cavity.
The skin around her navel stretched like tough transparent film, swelling like a balloon on the verge of bursting.
Her organs were shoved up to her solar plexus, completely cutting off any space to breathe.
At last the primary tentacle scraped roughly down the inner walls as it withdrew.
White liquid that had not yet been trapped inside her bowels poured out around her anus like a waterfall.
The heavy sounds of it dripping onto the tile floor filled the silence.
The tentacles that had been blocking her mouth also slowly slid free.
"Haa... hah... cough, mmph..."
A cough laced with the reek of blood burst from her torn vocal cords.
Most of the rough restraints that had been supporting Yuna loosened.
Her two hands braced on the floor and her torso were free, yet her neck and her widely spread legs remained bound by thick strands and fixed to the floor.
With only the instinct to survive left, Yuna scraped the tiles with blood-stained nails and tried to crawl away on all fours.
That was the moment.
The thickest primary tentacle quivered faintly and approached without a sound.
Its enormous tip gently stroked Yuna’s grotesquely swollen lower abdomen from below upward, as if caressing it.
It was no mere caress.
The motion of laying its heavy mass atop the thin belly skin stretched so tight that veins showed through, and pressing down hard, was a clear threat.
It was the invader’s declaration of punishment: resist any further and this swollen abdomen would be smashed without mercy.
"…!"
Yuna’s entire body froze like stone.
As the tentacle around her throat dug in deeper and her spread legs were pulled taut, the last spark of resistance in her mind went completely out.
The limit—that there was no way to escape—tightened around her whole body.
In the end Yuna let the strength drain from her arms and crouched miserably on the tile floor with her crotch spread open.
"Hngh... hurry... come out... please..."
With her neck bent back and her face twisted in shame, Yuna began to bear down on her own lower belly.
The end of the passage swelled, and a huge egg with a white shell revealed itself.
Every time the hard foreign object stretched the narrow passage as it emerged, her whole body shook like an aspen leaf.
The surrounding tentacles crept closer and stroked her taut belly from top to bottom.
The sensation of them mercilessly pressing down on her lower abdomen as if forcing her to expel the eggs.
Squelch. Thud. Drip—.
Every time Yuna scattered tears and cried out in climax, the large eggs rolled onto the tiles together with blood-tinged love juices.
At the same time, white semen reverse-flowing through her anus poured out without pause in thick clumps.
The sticky liquid spilled and filled the red gaps between the tiles.
When all the eggs had been expelled, her abdomen that had been ready to burst trembled and settled.
Yet there was not even a moment to draw a breath of relief.
The instant the last egg hit the floor with a dull impact, the momentum of the tentacles filling the space around her abruptly changed.
The tentacles twisted their bulk noisily and all at once assumed attacking postures.
"Uwaaaaaaah—!!!!"
With a desperate scream that shook the bathroom, the violent multi-penetration began.
Including the most enormous primary tentacle, four thick tentacles drove simultaneously into her unclosable vaginal entrance and anus.
An overwhelming volume that pushed in as if to tear the wounded holes apart all at once.
Pain surged as her pelvic bones twisted as if they would collapse and her inner walls were scraped raw without mercy.
The pillars that had filled her to the hilt in a single thrust once more forced a cruel expansion.
Her lower abdomen swelled far larger than when it had held the eggs moments before, mercilessly ballooning into a shape on the verge of tearing.
Blinded by lust and greed, the tentacles began thrusting back and forth in every direction, mercilessly crushing her insides.
Thud, thuud, slap, crunch!
The wet impact of flesh striking flesh filled the narrow stall.
The beaded tentacle inserted inside did not deposit eggs this time; instead it generated fine vibrations and scraped only the sensitive nerve membranes without mercy.
To block her scream, thick tentacles once more shoved ruthlessly all the way into the back of her throat.
Yuna’s scream tried to burst free again, but two tentacles drove deep into her esophagus and sealed off her windpipe.
"Glrk, uuugh! Mmph! Glrr, ugh!"
Tears and drool poured messily from lips forced so wide her jaw joint felt ready to shatter.
Every time her belly heaved, the tearing pain and the corrupt sensation from within shook her nervous system.
With unfocused eyes rolled back toward the ceiling, Yuna could not stop convulsing.
In the misery of her deepest, most intimate places being ravaged without mercy, her thrashing continued.
The countless repeated frictional sounds tangled with crimson shadows of blood and circled the damp tile walls.