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Layne mouths to a song as she clutches the headphones to her head. She glances over at her mom before looking back quietly, not wanting to make eye contact. She’s almost at school. She doesn’t want to go. The anxiety is already growing, until it’s burning. She knows today is going to be a bad one. The school’s tall perks come to view. She gets pushed out the door, meticulously fixing her hair in the car window before starting the trek.
First period. Fuck. Everyone is looking at her. Wide eyes, almost trying to take in every detail of her. They know what happened. The panic comes. Not again, not again. The sweat, the jittering legs, the deep rooted panic she’s unable to shake. She can feel their eyes on her.
Stop! she wants to beg
She quickly grabs her bag and runs out the door, rushing to the bathroom.
Layne leans over the sink, dry heaving. Her brain won’t stop feeding her more and more panic. She’s crying and heaving and gasping for air against the faucet. She begs her brain to stop. She’s going to rip apart, please no more.
Layne doesn’t feel the tentacle slip out of the faucet, nor when it slivers into her school blouse. She’s balling, completely unaware of the pulsing purple membrane pouring out of the rusty faucet. The biggest tentacle opens its mouth-like tip, immediately pushing into her bra. She gasps loudly, and pulls away sharply.
“What the fuck?!”
The member has sunk its teeth into her soft areola. She lets out a high pitched squeal, clawing at her blouse in an attempt to dislodge it. It sucks harder on her nipple, and Layne tries in vain to rip the tentacle from her breasts. The other tentacles fly out from the faucet, cutting their tendrils around her wrist and pin her spread eagle to the floor. Before she can react, an absolutely giant tentacle slides out of the faucet. It rips a hole in the crotch of her panties, pulling her skirt off. She screams and thrashes around but is unable to free herself from the tentacle's strong grip. She’s begging and pleading but they don’t seem to care.
The large tentacle, which Layne can see has unique ridges, presses insistently at her crotch. She flinches, bucking her hips upwards. In that moment the tentacle slips past her panties and slips completely inside her. She screams, the pain is white hot. No thought, it hurts so bad. It’s not moving as if to let her adjust, but no adjustment would make this not hurt. She’s crying as it starts to move.
The smaller tentacles haven’t moved from her tits and wrist, sucking at her nipples and pulse points in unison. One last tentacle slips out and settles itself on her clit. It latches on, making Layne buck again. She screams, the momentary pleasure a relief. Soon it fades out as the member pumps quicker. Is it getting bigger? She feels a puddle around her, her own no doubt.
The appendage rams into her cervix with jackhammer force. She’s moaning and crying in a muddle on the floor. Then, without warning, the tentacle swells. Bigger and bigger until she can’t take it one more second, and it explodes. Looking down, she can watch her tummy expand. In thirty seconds she looks five months pregnant. Layne feels a bump in the tentacle, right outside her opening. It starts pushing, painfully popping inside her as she yells.
What is that?!
Another one pops inside her, settling into her womb. She moans involuntarily. Three more and she writhes. Her pussy clamps down on them as she cums harder than she ever has before. She arches off of the floor, screaming and panting. Four more pop in while she cums, further drawing out her release. She passes out from the intensity, but the tentacle doesn’t stop. Ten more eggs, each the size of a golf ball are pushed into her womb until she is overripe and swollen.
When she wakes up, the tentacles are gone. She is left leaking, and swollen. Part of her mourns the loss of the tentacles, how could they leave her like this? She knows she is going to have to birth the eggs out, and has no idea how. What is she going to do? She can’t even get up!