I instinctively opened up to meet him with cotton legs and arching his back. Flexible tentacles touched my skin. Twisting and curling into rings, they wrapped my legs around me, touching the hips of the abdomen of the back of my neck. I counted five tentacles. Each was several meters long and between 6 and 12 centimeters thick. With insane delight, I felt a burning desire that they entered into me. It was a second before the tip of one of the tentacles found my crotch, slid between the labia lips and screwed into the vagina. Plunging a few centimeters, it suddenly came out. I let out a frustrated groan, and the tentacle slid under me, between the buttocks. Smooth tip tried to enter the anus. I gasped up. She laughed with a silly laugh and how could she relax the muscles of the sphincter helping him enter. At the same time from me tickling and gurgling gushed gelatinous slurry.

I felt a slight tearing pain that instantly disappeared, replaced by a sharp tickling pleasure. Slowly my ass yielded to the onslaught of a slippery warm lash. The anus relaxed to the floor, allowing the thick hose to crawl deeper. He inexorably and slowly sank into my gut. I could not determine how deep the tentacle penetrated into my anus. It seemed to me that he was all filled with enthusiastic sparkling pleasure. Either this creature had encountered people before, or learned very quickly.

No sooner had my ass come to terms with the bursting living stalk of flesh as the other tentacle entered my vagina again. For the first time I found myself in a similar situation, feeling myself impaled on two stakes at the same time. Untold ecstasy struck me. I froze like a paralyzed frozen on my back with my knees apart, lifting the abdominal belly swirling with heat upward. Time seemed to stop. I plunged drowned in the universe of unforgettable bliss. My body ceased to exist dissolved in one huge crazy orgasm.

And then the tentacle began to move. The fact that bursting with my ass almost came out, and then rushed back sharply, having entered me no less than 30 centimeters, it almost came out again and rushed forward again, trying to enter even deeper. The second one, which was in my vagina, moved with a smaller amplitude and it was short and sharp in the neck of my uterus. Each push caused dull pain. At the same time, I felt that the neck diverged under the blows, gradually taking the tip of the tentacle into me. The pain caused real explosions of pleasure in me. I did not notice how the pain disappeared completely and was replaced by a sucking feeling of hunger. I was madly wanting to feel the tentacle of the monster in my womb.

The tentacle suddenly froze, resting on the cervix. I sobbed and groaned through clenched teeth. It was amazingly sweet and painful. I felt as the uterus began to slowly open up under the pressure of a tentacle, literally enveloping him. Then I felt the worm, which at the very beginning penetrated my flesh. He began to rhythmically twitch from the back side of the body elastically lashing on the walls of my womb. He seemed to feel the approach of his elder brother and tried to open the entrance from the inside. I got the impression that his tremors were an attempt to ease my pain. And I liked it!

When the thick tentacle finally made its way and fell into my stomach, I screamed in ecstasy. This I have never experienced in my life. My feelings are simply impossible to describe. I had no idea that a person could take a foreign object into his stomach so deeply and stay alive. It seemed to me that I died and went to heaven, but even heaven was less of a pleasure with something that I experienced at that moment. I continued to scream hysterically until another tentacle, abundantly exuding fragrant sticky mucus, shut up my mouth. The taste was divine. Sweet tart causing some kind of blissful pleasant full joy.I could not help myself swallow the mucus and could not get her to drink.

I began to suck the tentacle with the enthusiasm of a baby that stuck to the mother's breast. Thick sweet nectar has become a real drug for me. I swallowed and could not get enough. But the worm was not set up just to feed me. The tentacle in my mouth jerked and moved forward, pushing me into the larynx. It literally pushed through my throat. I felt choking choking gasping, scattering a gelatinous mass of nostrils. The creature did not pay any attention to my convulsions. She stubbornly pushed the tentacle farther into my throat. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel fear or panic. I was not afraid to suffocate. At some point, the mucus in my nostrils was gone, and I was able to breathe with difficulty and with a vulture breathing in oxygen with my nose. Much more disturbed my mouth. The pink flesh of the tentacle gradually thickened and I had to open my jaws ever wider. I was scared that my lips would just tear. When I rolled my eyes out without blinking, I watched as an elastic body filled with mucus slowly squeezed into my throat centimeter by centimeter.

I was strung on a tentacle like a butterfly. My body lifted off the ground and hung on them slightly twitching and squirming in time with their movement. The remaining tentacles searched my body until they found the breast and literally sucked into the nipples. This again overwhelmed my sweetness. The dam burst again, and I plunged into orgasm. It seemed to be the limit for my exhausted mind. He simply disconnected from unbearable sweetness.

I do not know how much I was unconscious. When I woke up, I discovered that I was standing on all fours strung together on three tentacles. Something has changed. I felt a pleasant fullness and even heaviness in my body. My throat vagina and ass were bursting with thick hoses, but it was not that. Focusing on the column of flesh in front of my face, I saw that rhythmic pulsations pass through it. It was as if the waves rolled all over the surface, pushed my lips even more apart, then swelled my throat and fell heavily somewhere in my stomach. I felt the same way in my stomach, as if dense balls filled my womb and intestine.

It took me a few minutes to understand what was going on.

The tentacle in my mouth became translucent, and I was able to see how the egg was slowly approaching through it. It was about the size of a golf ball, in front of me I saw a whole string of these eggs filling all the tentacles from the inside. There was no fear, too; instead, I experienced some kind of perverted bliss. By some miracle, I was able to overcome the resistance of the tentacles in my mouth and tilt my head slightly with my eyes squinted down. My neat sports flat tummy swelled. The eggs continued to push through me in an endless succession. I covered her eyes with pleasure, feeling them slowly filling my uterus, stomach and intestines.

Judging by how much my stomach was rounding and drooping, the process was already coming to an end, I thought. But it was not so. It was not even half. With each new egg that plunged into me, I felt like my insides are filling more and more tightly and densely. Feeling my arm with my bloated tummy, I felt hundreds of eggs roll over under my skin and muscles. The idea that a parasite lays its eggs in me did not cause disgust, it once again plunged me into ecstasy.

I barely rested on all fours, literally hanging on the pulsing tentacles. When the sweet veil washed out of my mind the process came to an end. The flow of eggs dried up and three thick streams of hot thick liquid, apparently the sperm of the creature, poured after them. The seed flooded my stomach, stomach and ass, fertilizing the laid eggs. Every impulse and influx of fluid caused a small orgasmic spasm in me.I just did not believe that it could be so good. I was between sleep and reality, constantly exploding with new orgasms, spewing out a spray of gelatinous slurry from all three of its holes, plugged with tentacles. At that moment I experienced true love for the creature.

I fainted again and woke up completely naked on the shore of the lake in front of the waterfall. For a moment I decided that it was all a dream, but then I saw my stomach. He was huge. No, HUGE! I looked like a pregnant woman in the last stages of a pregnant triple. Or four! At the same time, not only the middle and lower abdomen was inflated, but also the upper abdomen, where the stomach was, the skin stretched so that it was difficult for me to breathe, and my small sharp breasts practically merged with the body. At the same time, I did not feel fear at all, only calm languid pleasure from the heaviness within me. I struggled to my feet and slowly wandered along the shore in search of clothes. She was lying where I left her, turning the topic and shorts in my hands, I realized that I could hardly wear them now. I remembered my bikini. The swimsuit stayed in the cave and I had no desire to return for it. Not that it worried me a lot, but I somehow thought detachedly that I needed to go and buy a new one.

I stopped in some confusion. It seems I could not realize the reality. Cause and effect stopped playing any meaning for me. Now I felt too tired and just wanted to go home. Fortunately, the sun was still high and I had hope to return before my mother came home from work. I slowly wandered along the river. It was harder than it seemed at the beginning. I felt so heavy that I barely moved my legs. My body was filled with hundreds of eggs. When I thought what would happen if they hatched it, it did not terrify me, but caused a strange ecstatic thrill.

Why did I take so calmly what happened to me? Why was I so good and happy? This happened because I finally got out of the cave or for some other reason. I could not understand ...

Acting on instinct, I stumbled and almost reached home. The only thing that I clearly understood. No one should see me in this state. I was probably taken to the hospital, despite the fact that the logic told me that this would be the right decision, my whole being resisted this. Fortunately, my mother was not yet, and my sister was sitting in her room. I barely crawled to my bedroom and lay down in bed with my head covered with a blanket. Most of all, I was afraid that even under it my swollen belly was visible.

Mom returned a few hours later. She looked into my room and I, barely moving my tongue, explained to her that I had caught a cold. She brought me a glass of water and aspirin and fortunately left me alone. I slept through the night without dreams, barely opened my eyes when she looked in on me in the morning before leaving for work. She left me a box of antibiotics, kissed her sweaty forehead and left. As soon as the noise of the engine of her car subsided, I abruptly sat in bed. There was no sleep ...

to be continued ... perhaps.