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Dominik draws his gaze upward as he ducks his head and steps through what he assumes to be a door frame. One that had long lost its door. Every floor, as well as the roof of the tower had caved in at some point. Allowing sunlight to reach the well-worn bottom-most wooden floor. The second floor (or what was supposed to be the second floor) had sagged and caved, leaving a portion of the room opposite of him hidden behind a curtain of wooden planks. The gray stones that made up the walls were still standing strong, although many had moss or vines crawling up them. This tower hadn't seen humanoid life in many years, with how much the nearby forest had moved in. But he wasn't here to find a home, he was here for adventure. Towers or buildings like this were an uncommon, but not rare sight during his many years of exploration.
He puts down his back pack near the entrance, and makes his way through the ferns and grass that poked through the floorboards. Bringing out his journal to document this landmark. The book was small in his large hands, but he made do with it. He couldn't be picky, not with how quickly he fills them up, and how large and imposing his stature was compared to most humans. After scratching a few first impressions down in his journal, he moved to the back of the room. Stepping behind the remains of the second floor, making sure not to nudge the fallen flooring with his broad shoulders, he encounters a large chest and a wooden table hidden in the shadows. He pauses, an unexpected find. Especially when the rest of the room was lacking in furniture. The chest was most definitely empty, either emptied by the previous owners, or emptied by folks like himself coming along. But it never hurts to check... Right? He sets his journal down on the nearby table, and he moves to lift the lid of the chest up. It's heavy, but his strong arms manage to lift it.
What he finds inside is a writhing swarm of pinkish gray tentacles, a large thick one squirming in the middle. The thinner tentacles have a lighter underside, lined with many suckers perfect for grasping and never letting go. The largest one is completely smooth, no suckers line its underside. He gasps and his eyes widen as the thinner ones whip out and grab at his arms and wrists. He pulls his hands back, expecting the lid to obey gravity and slam down on the slimy assailants. But it stays open, widening further as the creature lashes its tentacles at him, flinging droplets of slime on him. One aims for his neck, swiftly whips out, and coils tightly around it, pulling down hard. Two others aim lower, wrapping around his midsection. The ones around his arms and hands coil up more and more of his arms. He grimaces, the slime oozing from the tentacles is warm, and gives a strange tingling sensation wherever it touches. Despite how slippery it makes them, the suckers on the underside of the long limbs prevent him from slipping out of their grasp.
Dominik hears a crack like noise. He freezes and looks upwards, worried the fallen flooring above him wasn’t as stable as he previously hoped. Until he hears it again and turns his gaze downward towards the monstrous chest. He looks in horror as the “lid” of the “chest” morphs before his eyes. It gains smooth conical shaped teeth all along the lip, similar to those of alligators and crocodiles. Teeth that aren’t supposed to injure or puncture flesh, but instead to capture and hold prey. The maw opens wider, and the tentacles all tug roughly, clearly attempting to pull him into the “chest.” His hands are forced into the maw and even more wrap around his arms, restraining him further. He chokes slightly at the pressure on his neck. He pulls back, but the tentacles just tug harder in response. His head is forced down towards the maw. His face meets even more slimy tentacles, and more wrap around his head. Some move and wrap around his shoulders, and some slither even further down his body to wrap around his waist and thighs. The tentacles give one last heave, and Dominik's upper body is entirely within the volume of the "chest." The lid clamps down tightly on his hips, leaving his lower body outside. He tries kicking against the "chest." Willing to do anything to get out of his rather embarrassing and vulnerable position. But the only thing it accomplishes is bruising his knees.
Slimy tentacles prod at and explore his face, head, and upper body. Before long, he is completely covered with the slimy substance the tentacles continuously ooze out of their skin. Seemingly curious, they begin to systematically release their grasp on him in order to slip under his clothing in order to directly grasp his skin. The suckers lining the tentacles makes him erupt in goosebumps. The slime secreted from the flexible limbs sends chills down his spine as they explore every inch of him. The thickest tentacle prods at his mouth, smearing it's slime over his lips, but he clamps them together. He notices that this one has a slit in its tapered tip, and does not want to find out what it's for. The tentacles exploring his chest slither over and prod at his nipples, and more goosebumps bloom across his body at the sensation. He gasps at the sudden unexpected prickle of pleasure that dots his mind, giving the thick limb so incessantly prodding at his mouth an opportunity.
His taste buds are met with more of the viscous ooze as it shoves itself into his mouth. He feels a splash of slick liquid hit the back of his throat and tongue. The taste is thankfully subtle, similar to clean river water. But the reaction his body gives is anything but subtle. His whole body relaxes, a sudden wave of calm washing over him. The appendage slithers further into his mouth, dribbling more liquid from its tip as it moves across his tongue. He just can't muster the strength to lift his arms to yank away the tentacles, or to attempt to lift his shoulders up. Everything seems to slow down, his body feeling sluggish and almost numb. The appendage stops once it nearly reaches the back of his throat. It then pulls some of itself out of his mouth. It pauses just before the tip leaves his lips. His eyes roll back as it pushes itself roughly in again reaching the back of his throat in one swift movement. It repeats, setting a quick pace at it fucks itself in and out of his mouth. He is surprised his gag reflex hasn’t reacted at all. Slime oozes from the corners of his mouth and tears form in his eyes. He can’t help but get a little aroused and feel his tdick twitch. This violation so similar to acts he has previously performed with other men.
He jerks slightly when he feels warm appendages slither around his legs and thighs. He tries to struggle, but his muscles don’t seem to listen. These tentacles are distinctly different from the ones that had captured him. With small sharp teeth poking out of the slimy skin. He can feel the teeth press against his skin through his clothing as they explore his lower body. They are slow, and surprisingly delicate. Treating him as something to be careful and cautious with. They slip under the waist of his pants and undergarments, more chills travel up his spine as he feels the teeth gently drag against his skin. The tentacles then suddenly pull against his clothing. The teeth sink into the fabric of his clothing, then tear and shred it apart. In seconds his ass and cunt go from fully covered, to completely exposed.
He feels heat pool in his still-getting-throat-fucked face, embarrassed at his nudity. He attempts to close his legs to hide himself. But the toothed tentacles put a stop to that, coiling around his lower thighs and gently but firmly tugging them apart. His tdick twitches once the slightly cooler air of the tower hits his wet cunt. The coolness disappears once he feels a warm and slimy tip nudge against his wet hole. It tentatively swirls around his opening, almost teasing him with the prospect of slipping inside his warm, tight folds. He tenses up, immediately attempting to ignore the part of himself that does want that to happen. The tentacle continues forward, dragging the gradually thickening limb across his cunt. He feels the texture of the tentacle as it smears its slime all over him. It is bumpy and rougher than the one currently in his mouth. It feels amazing, as if a very large, wet, rough, and flexible tongue was giving him a blow job. It reaches his tdick and he can’t help but let out a muffled gasp. The limb presses harder against his cunt, and slips itself back and forth, grinding against him. He can't hold back his muffled sounds of pleasure.
The tentacle fucking his throat seems to react to his cries of pleasure. It begins to reach even deeper, forcing itself into his throat. For every thrust it pushes just a little more of itself into his body. He feels more liquid and slime forced down his throat and into his stomach, not even needing to swallow. His neck begins to gain a noticeable bulge as it thrusts itself further and further. Until it reaches a point where it has seemingly pushed past his throat and reached his chest. It stops thrusting, and just pushes and pushes. His eyes widen and his jaw begins to ache. But it keeps going deeper and deeper inside him. A warmth and sensation of fullness builds inside him, beginning from his chest, and slowly moving down. He feels his body shift in ways he has never felt before. It’s a miracle he hasn't felt any pain, or that he can even breathe. But the absurdness of the situation doesn't phase him. He grinds down harder on the limb licking his cunt. He even bucks his hips in what little amount he can given his restraints, chasing more stimulation.
He feels bloated as the sensation of fullness reaches his lower stomach and a few more tears stream from his eyes as his body is pushed to its limits. The fullness travels further and further until his eyes widen in shock. Deep in his asshole he can feel it moving, slithering towards the end. It must have continued oozing copious amounts of slime as it journeyed through his body. He can feel the warm wetness of the thicker liquid flow within him, progressing towards the exit. It trickles further and momentarily pools near the tight ring of muscle, before slowly leaking out. It feels like excessive amounts of lube were shoved inside him.
His slicken insides allow the tentacle to wriggle its way up to his exit. His hole starts to gape, his body prepping for what is inevitably coming. The slime gushes from his now gaping hole, trickling down to his cunt, mixing with his slick and the bumpy tentacle that is grinding against him. It reacts to the added slime, moving even faster against his cunt. The limb within him slithers forward, his eyes roll back and his throat vibrates with muffled moans when the tip finally prods at his exit. The very tip is able to reach the outside air but the rest of its girthy body meets resistance. His hole is not gaping wide enough to allow it to easily slip through. Its progress pauses for a second as it pushes and pushes, so close yet not quite there. His breathing quickens, his pleasure beginning to reach a peak. Until the ring of muscle gives out, and some of the tentacle slips through with a pop.
Dominik's body tenses up as an orgasm rips through him, legs and thighs trembling, tdick throbbing and cunt clenching as his thoughts give way to pure bliss. The bumpy tentacle swirls around his tdick, milking his orgasm. The whole forest would be able to hear his groans and moaning if not for the tentacle skewering his body. Once he rides his high, his body relaxes. Everything is still for a few moments, the bumpy tentacle moving away from his cunt and tdick. A mixture of slick and slime drips from him onto the wooden floor and more slime slowly oozes from around the tentacle in his abused asshole. The stillness only lasts long enough for Dominik to catch his breath. The tentacle penetrating him is on the move again. It pushes itself further out, his asshole aching as the thickening body of the limb stretches his hole. It goes from a few inches peaking out to longer than a foot. It then snakes downwards, prodding at his skin until it reaches his puffy cunt. It nudges against his entrance, before quickly diving inside. He gives a half-hearted moan of pleasure, his body still recovering from his orgasm.
It slithers through his cunt easily, the smooth texture and copious amounts of lubricant makes its trip to reach his cervix brief. The tip pokes at it and pushes against it, then tries swirling around the hole to his empty womb, as if trying to entice it to open. It doesn't get anywhere, and chooses to employ a similar method from before. It pulls out slightly, then swiftly dives back in, ramming against his insides. Its pace is quick, and his overstimulated cunt clenches, pleasure running up his spine. The bumpy tentacle from before snakes back up to rub itself against his tdick. He has never felt so full before… Nor so violated. But he has never felt such intense pleasure in his life. Despite what the reasoning parts of his brain suggest, he doesn't want it to stop.
The tentacle fucking his cunt gives one final thrust, and his cervix has no choice but to give way. Another orgasm wracks his body as the limb wriggles around in his womb. He can feel the limb move within him as the skin of his slightly swollen belly stretches around the foreign limb thrashing inside him. The bumpy tentacle doesn’t withdraw, continuing to tease his overstimulated cock. As he rides another orgasmic high, he feels something about the tentacle change within his mouth.
Bumps move through the tentacle, first pushing past his lips, and down his throat. They move through him, the feeling reappearing once they reach the section of the tentacle in his ass. Feeling almost like anal beads as they exit, his asshole having to stretch as each one pops out of him. Only to then reenter his body through his cunt seconds later. His wet hole stretches as the bumps pop right back in. His foggy mind is unable to comprehend what exactly is happening until the first bump presses against his cervix. His breathing hitches as the pressure builds inside him, his mind settling on the only conclusion to draw; They are eggs. He’s going to be implanted with eggs.
The realization doesn’t have any time to sink in before the pressure against his sore cervix mounts higher and higher.
He is going to be implanted with eggs… Why wasn’t he afraid of that?
The eggs within the tentacle are getting backed up, each egg pushing against another.
He wants this.
His body shakes with another powerful orgasm as the first egg enters his warm womb. The rest of the eggs come swiftly, like a floodgate was opened. They squeeze through his abused cervix— sometimes two eggs popping through at once— into his womb, and his eyes roll back as the heaviness in his gut increases with every new deposited egg. His walls clench around the eggs as his orgasm never seems to stop. His belly and womb expand rapidly as the eggs forced inside demand room for themselves. His belly goes from slightly bloated looking, to 5 months pregnant within seconds. The body of the “chest” morphs, almost entirely dissolving into a mass of tentacles. Dominik is thankful for the transformation, it gives his now larger belly more room.
The flow of the eggs slows considerably as the maw of the monster dissolves around him. Sunlight reaches his eyes once again, and the heavy breaths he takes no longer feel moist and stuffy. He draws his gaze towards his left, expecting to see the table that he set his journal on. Instead, he finds his journal on the floor, the table completely gone. His hazy, fucked out mind finally catches up and realizes that there are two different tentacled fiends and he has been tricked by not just one piece of furniture, but two.
His body relaxes as egg after egg is slowly but surely deposited. His muscles twitch as his orgasm continues, his pleasure coming in waves. Each wave washing over his body and mind every time an egg pushes into his womb. The ache in his jaw lessens as the last mound within the tentacle passes through his throat. It pops from his asshole and squeezes through his cunt, making its way into his womb. His overstimulated tdick is given a break when the bumpy tentacle pulls away. His cervix is so thoroughly fucked open that the final egg slips in with ease. He takes a shuddering breath through his nose before his body goes limp, the blissful aftereffects of cumming over and over settling over his whole body. He wants to look behind him, but his neck and body don’t respond to his commands to move.
The amorphous mass of tentacles still holds tightly onto him, and props his ass up when his tired and unresponsive legs cannot. It snakes down a few limbs to caress his pregnant belly, which now looks 8 months pregnant. Both monster and man stay there for a few moments, his relaxed body enjoying the lingering rush of feel good chemicals. The tentacles are nice and caring as they stroke his belly. The suckers that line the limbs feel like gentle small kisses as they rub his belly. It’s oddly soothing, despite everything that those exact tentacles had done to him just a few minutes ago.
He feels the tentacle within him start to pull out. The tip leaves his womb and cervix, and the muscles manage to barely clamp down into their natural position. Locking away the many, many eggs inside his womb. It slithers out until his cunt is empty. With nothing to keep it plugged, his wet hole gapes and pours slime and slick onto the floor beneath him. His walls clench rhythmically around nothing. He was so full, but now he feels so empty despite the extreme fullness in his body, ass, and womb. Once out of his wet hole, the tentacle doesn’t continue to withdraw. It stays where it is, and wriggles in the air. As if enticing something.
He feels a nudge against the wet puffy lips of his fucked out hole. The texture of this limb is unmistakable, the rough bumps along the tip feel heavenly, his body still horny and more than ready. He wants to beg, but the tentacle plugging his mouth makes that impossible. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to. It plunges right inside, his hole having to stretch even more to take in the textured limb. The tip is much thicker and broader than the smooth one still invading his body. His walls tightly grip every ridge and bump as it snakes through him, eyes rolling back as it slowly enters him. The texture alone already makes him squirm with pleasure. It reaches his sore cervix, tip teasing against it before pulling out and shoving itself back in.
The savory slowness of before completely vanishes and it thrusts into him wildly, rutting up against his violated cervix with every push in. It slightly twists and adjusts itself with every thrust, hitting all sorts of sweet spots within him that have him seeing stars. He feels bulbous flesh smack against his ass, the sounds of which fill the abandoned tower. It feels like a knot, and once that realization hits him, he eagerly moves his hips in time with the limb. He moans around the smooth limb in his mouth, the noise silent in comparison to the sound of flesh against flesh.
He feels arousal building rapidly in his gut, but he needs more. He tries reaching for his abandoned tdick, and the tentacles coiled around his wrist and arm loosen their grip. He tries reaching around his belly, but can’t. A whine escapes his throat, but the monsters know what he wants. A smooth, sucker-lined tentacle curls around his cock and rubs. He has half a mind to say “thank you” as tremors of pleasure run up his spine. Arousal builds and builds while he vigorously bucks his hips. The textured limb manages to strike the perfect spot inside him, his vision blurs as he gasps and moans even louder, throat vibrations running along the smooth tentacle. His cock throbs and walls clench as he reaches the edge.
His vision swims, 4th orgasm hitting him. His body shakes as the muffled sounds of his pleasure rise above the physical sounds of the knot slapping against his body. The tentacle pounding him gives one last powerful thrust. The knot forces itself inside his aching hole, stretching him to his limit. The tip is shoved against his cervix, and the abused organ is penetrated by the tip. He feels warmth fill his lower belly as thick cum is pumped directly onto the eggs inside his womb. He feels several gushes of the thick liquid flood his womb, leaking into every free space available between the many eggs that were forced inside. His walls squeeze and pulse around the tentacle, milking it for every drop of cum it has to give. His belly expands even more with the vast amounts of cum filling him. By the time the last spurt of cum is added, his belly looks an extra month developed, nearly grazing the wooden floor.
His muscles give out and he goes limp once the blissful post-orgasm feeling begins to fade. He leans his body to one side, fully giving up any effort of supporting himself. All the tentacles release their firm grip. The toothed tentacles fully pull away, while the sucker lined ones gently push him onto his side. The tentacle skewering him begins to fully pull itself out of him. He feels the muscles under the slimy skin contract and relax as it gradually leaves his body. Once the tip makes its way out of his mouth, he moans as he pants, drooling out slime and saliva.
The tentacles gently nudge his body again, and get him onto his back. He groans once he’s settled, just now realizing how achy and utterly exhausted he is. His jaw, asshole, cunt, and cervix feel sore from their rough treatment. The shorter tentacle’s knot is still inside him, keeping his cervix and cunt stretched out. His knees hurt and his muscles are stiff from being restrained. His whole body feels sluggish, just moving his limbs feels like a Herculean task. He sincerely enjoyed what had happened to him, but right now he felt tired, sore, and very slimy.
He lies on the wooden floor, wanting to let sleep overtake him. He closes his eyes and feels gentle tentacles slither over his body. They grip his slimy and somewhat tattered shirt, not reaching under the fabric like before. His body is practically a deadweight but they gingerly nudge him onto his back. More squishy limbs snake under his body, giving him a softer surface to rest on compared to the old wooden floor, as well as propping him upright. If it wasn’t for the viscous liquid and squishiness, he could be almost convinced he was relaxing in a chair with a reclined back. Once settled, the tentacles snake over his large belly, and tenderly stroke the skin. More gently wrap around his joints and limbs. They slowly move and pulsate, kneading and massaging his sore muscles. It is surprisingly effective in soothing his aches. The monster still stretching out his cervix and cunt carefully drapes its toothed tentacles over his thighs and lower belly.
He lets out a relieved sigh, and finally realizes just how huge his belly is, his shirt riding up all the way to his nipples. He is finally able to properly see the monsters, but they just look like pink-gray amorphous blobs with many tentacles. He finds them endearing, although they did scare the shit out of him and use his womb for their own purposes, It was the best sex he had ever experienced. He gently smiled, stroking his belly. He couldn’t wait to lay his clutch. His exhausted mind craves the embrace of sleep, and he doesn’t fight it anymore. He closes his eyes and leans back into the safety of the warm tentacles that surround him.