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Summary: Cona unwittingly impregnates herself with tentacles. Inspired by Arthur Saxon’s “Pregnant with Tentacles” 1 & 2. Contains: Female: tentacle pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg laying, unbirthing, partial transformation.

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The next morning, the tentacles were gone – well they were back inside her. Cona shuddered.

She climbed heavily out of bed and trudged to the mirror, where she stared at herself in horror.

Her ass was rounder and plumper than ever. Her breasts had become D-cups on her chest, and her round belly made her look as though she was nine month’s pregnant.

Cona wrapped her arms around it. The mound felt strangely tight that morning, but she tried to ignore it. If she really was pregnant, this might have been a joyous occasion. Instead she had somehow ended up harboring some sort of strange creature inside of her.

Knowing that she was limited to skirts and dresses because of her unique…condition…Cona pulled on an empire-waist sweater dress, though it’s formerly loose material was now skin tight on her and had no hope of concealing her girth. Cona went panty-less, knowing full well that the tentacles would come out of her whenever they wanted, whether she liked it or not.

“Ngghh…” The tightness had only grown worse throughout the morning. Cona sat down carefully, holding the mound of her belly. Her face was flushed, forehead beaded with sweat, her belly growing tighter and tighter in an uncomfortable and frightening way. It made her think that whatever was lurking inside was going to break free, like one of those horrible monster movies. Cona envisioned a tentacle bursting out of her flesh. “Ohhhhhhhh….” Cona moaned, veins rising on her temples and the surface of the mound.

Cona didn’t know why, but she felt a sudden compulsion to be in water. She got to her feet and hurried into the bathroom where she ran the tub, breathing in puffs as she impatiently waited. Once the water had risen six or so inches, she climbed down into the tub, socks, dress, and all. She squatted down into the water and started straining. Her opening tightened uncomfortably, but with a larger mass than the tentacles. Cona grunted and trembled, continuing to clutch her belly. She wondered if the tentacle creature was finally coming out of her. But it was far too big by then. Surely she couldn’t push it out vaginally? “Nrghhhh…godddd….” Cona groaned as the pressure increased. Her eyes teared. What if this killed her?

Just when Cona thought she couldn’t take another bit of pressure, something slowly crowned, then popped out, her lips closing on whatever else lurked within.

Cona panted. Shakily she reached down in curiosity of what she had produced. It certainly hadn’t been a tentacle. Her hand connected with the hard, smooth surface of a round object, about the size of a softball.

“Unnghhh…” Cona groaned as she felt another one pressing against her vagina from within. She strained and pushed until a second mass popped out of her, which was soon followed by a third.

Cona gasped for breath. The unbearable pressure was finally gone. But in its place, the generalized throbbing had returned, and an almost…contented…squirming. Cona stared down at her mass. It was still as big as ever.