Tentacle Hatchery - Day 1
I didn't sleep a wink on day one, roaming tirelessly to secure more motherboards.
If I sensed any sign of life near a 'fake manhole cover,' I'd zip over there in an instant, using my Tentacle Sense to scout the outside world... and snag any promising female that wandered by.
Once the ero trap was activated, I left not a single trace behind. It was fine if they saw someone vanishing into the fake manhole—it just meant they'd become a monster incubator. As long as I hid the connection back to me, that was all that mattered.
If there were too many witnesses and things got dicey, I'd just swallow them whole and digest slowly.
It took about 17 hours of bold moves on the first day to bag an extra dozen motherboards.
As dawn broke and foot traffic thinned out, I built my tentacle nest. Maybe it was thanks to all those trial-and-error days as an internal parasite monster? The second nest was way more refined than the first.
For instance, the pens. Space for raising pussy livestock was essential, but cramming tentacle monsters and women into tight quarters together wasn't efficient.
Just like when I'd restrained the hotpants girl and glasses girl, I sealed the captured women in flesh pods, lining them up at regular intervals.
'Nice.'
One motherboard, one pod. To improve living conditions for the pussy livestock, I laid down flesh membrane flooring. It blocked the foul air and stench rising from the polluted water below.
Just like humans pamper cattle for tasty beef. Helping these pussies stay disease-free was a tentacle monster's solemn duty.
'Hmph.' I puffed out my chest proudly.
"Ugh... uuu... hnn..."
"Eek... hnnng..."
"Ugh... wuu..."
"Uuu..."
Despite all my hard work building this cozy home, the captured pussies kept groaning nonstop. Like this was some hellish pit or something. Ungrateful pussy livestock that couldn't appreciate my kindness♡. They'd screamed for mercy and wailed until they were exhausted, now barely managing ragged breaths.
I'd already turned their ready-made pussy holes into cream bun factories, pumping them full of thick semen. Since I'd creampied them during capture, most of their bellies were already swelling.
Once they were soaked in aphrodisiac-laced fluids, squirting pussy juice until they collapsed from exhaustion, then replenished with nutrients—all day, every day—the females under a tentacle monster's intensive care would impregnate in no time.
Tentacle monsters drew nutrients from their mother's womb, after all. Birth was right around the corner. Like diligently sowing seeds and awaiting the harvest.
For now, I'd pulled back from the ero traps to watch the panting pussies in the nest.
"Eut... hnnk..."
Vibrant thighs rippling with life.
"Ah... aaa..."
Eyes clouding with despair.
"...Why... me... here...?"
A married woman in her late twenties, yanked away mid-grocery shopping.
"Eut... no... hate it... squirming inside..."
The big-titted fitness girl out for a morning jog.
"Home... send me home..."
The black-haired virgin in a pretty dress, snatched during a date with her boyfriend.
All of them creampied out of nowhere just for stepping on an ero trap, then dragged here to become baby factories.
'Wonder what this gacha batch will yield.'
I needed some super rare, powerful tentacle monsters. Bluntly put, it was just like mobile game gacha.
Impregnating so many women had taught me one thing: motherboards had their own aptitudes.
Various factors influenced the womb, but level had the biggest impact.
For reference, the average level of these captured women was under 10. Disappointing, but par for the course in human society.
In this world, 'level' measured strength. High-level women were the absolute elite—you had to climb to the top of their field to see one.
The lower tiers were mostly dudes. I'd felt the same dealing with adventurers.
But it wasn't hopeless. Like the rare second-gen specimens that popped up now and then. Crossbreeding could produce even stronger offspring.
The fitness girl with those thick thighs went into labor first.
"Ugh... nngho... ooooh♡!!"
Toes clenched tight, lips pursed, she let out a feverish sigh.
"O... ooohk... don't come out. Don't come out. Don't come oooout!!"
*Squish squish squiiiish.*
Ignoring the mother's desperate pleas, the pup possessed by me wriggled out and was born.
Waah!
*Splat.*
The tentacle monster that plopped onto the floor... yeah. A dud. What the hell? Pickled veggies? Better just let it suckle on mom's milk.
Still early days. Just the first out of 14 motherboards was a flop.
Honestly, I wasn't gunning for jackpots. ...Something like Blasphemy would be nice, though. Even just a Blasphemy like Tia's would thrive in the sewers. Combat-capable, secretes fluids, can rape women on its own.
"Nng... uuuut... hnnng... it's coming... cominggg..."
"Ah... aaang... feels good... why... ah... aaa... don't... doooon't!"
The women labored one by one. Steam practically rising from the heat of fresh births.
I inspected each newborn tentacle monster like a stern appraiser.
'Fail.'
Some mothers birthed Flesh Incarnation larvae or Red Lotus pups. Not exclusive to Praga or Beth—old pens had churned out plenty.
Rarity-wise, E to C rank maybe?
The issue? Inferior motherboard aptitude meant these already-weak types spawned 'immature.'
'Immature' meant underdeveloped at birth. Insufficient womb nutrients. Translation: shitty womb.
'Tch.' I slammed a tentacle into the mother's lower belly.
*Thwack!!*
"Oooohk♡!!"
*Thud! Thud!*
"Kek! Hnnk♡!!"
The woman shuddered, pussy climaxing from the uterine blows.
No way she'd hear my voice, crappy motherboard that she was. I chewed her out anyway, then checked the next.
Fail, fail, fail. Rare-rank F or worse. Quantity over quality wouldn't cut it with these.
'Gotta remember the ones with shitty wombs.'
Out of 13 so far, 9 stamped as subpar. In the pussy livestock hierarchy, shitty-womb bitches ranked dead last. They'd just incubate for superior offspring from other motherboards, nothing more.
'Not a single useful tentacle monster?'
Disappointing. I'd spent all day dashing through sewers, creampieing cute girls left and right. But snatching them off the street by face alone? Quality tanked compared to adventurer baiting.
Never this bad back when I seeded silver-rank adventurers or elf pussies.
Street girls were fun snacks. But as motherboards? Lacking.
Right then—
"Nng... nnguuu♡♡"
Ooh♡!?
The hotpants girl, boasting that big-ass dumptruck. Something was up.
Her womb tormented relentlessly by the tentacle monster inside, her rolled-back eyes weren't resetting.
"Sto-stop it... o, ohohoo♡... don't crunch crunch like thaaat..."
I rushed to the hotpants girl.
*Schlop schlop schlop schlop.*
Tentacle Sense confirmed the wriggling inside her pussy.
'Oh.'
New face! Promising rarity?
Low level, but solid motherboard aptitude. Jackpot. First catch was a winner.
"Ah... ahik... ah... at... aaaah♡!! Ah! Ack! Ack!"
What? Another massive scream from across the way. Glasses girl.
She was on the verge of blacking out, sweating bullets, thighs spasming.
'Oh.'
This one too—something brewing in her pussy. Newcomer vibes!! Come on out! Nah, I'd possess and birth it myself. Faster that way!
Ooooh♡! Crawling out!
"Nnghoooo♡♡"
"Hnguuut♡!! Nooo, nooooo♡!!"
*Spurt spurt spuuurt.*
Like a gacha success fanfare, the two motherboards' pussies put on a spectacular fountain show.
From hotpants girl's pussy slithered... a snail. A massive tentacle snail, the Red Snail.
'Hit!'
After all those weird flesh scraps, finally something useful. Not ultra-rare jackpot, but very welcome.
Hotpants girl, you did it. Knew that dumptruck wasn't ordinary. Pat pat! I praised her vigorously with my primitive tentacles.
"Eh... eu... ugh...? O...? Th-thank... you...?"
Now I got why her ass had been quaking through orgasms. Dozens of snails munching along her pussy walls and womb as they advanced—had to be Flesh Incarnation-level birth ecstasy.
Red Snails had soft, squishy bodies like real snails, moving at a leisurely pace. Squish, squish, squish.
Once out, it probed the world with its eyestalks.
*Slurp slurp sluuuurp.*
"O... ohohooo♡!!"
*Spurt spurt.*
Hotpants girl squirted nonstop birthing the Red Snail.
The newborn tentacle snail latched onto her thighs, armpits, milk tanks—wherever it fancied.
'Secretes more slippery liquid than me...'
Snail body trait? Her skin was already slathered in the goo it excreted.
"Ah... eek... hee... heehee..."
Poor thing, she spaced out watching the dog-sized tentacle snail crawl over her.
Who wouldn't? 'Immature' maybe? ...Could grow a bit more, probably.
Zero-level pussy livestock were a pain. But solid potential for new tentacle monsters? Good enough.
Old data vanished with my original body. But now that she'd birthed a tentacle snail, it was stored in me.
Meaning even if she couldn't produce more, I could lay snail eggs in other wombs anytime.
'Collection complete.'
006: Tentacle Snail. Welcome aboard. Gotta recover the lost numbers soon.
And 007. I turned to glasses girl.
'Ooh, this one's...'
In the blink of an eye, something huge had gone down.