How I Met Your Mothers Ch. 01

This story is nonconsensual, tentacle girl on male. You have been warned. Characters are in college and are at least 18.

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"Hey, David! Wait up!"

I turned, stunned, and wondered if I was dreaming. The vision jogging toward me - who had called out to me - was Kate Sinclair, and she was easily the hottest girl at our school. Maybe 5'2, brunette, in amazing shape. Legs that went on forever, brilliant green eyes, and a chest that belonged on someone a foot taller. She was currently in some sort exercise outfit - yoga pants and a tank top. She was also a cheerleader and normally only dated the football jocks, so why was she talking to me? But then I lost my train of thought, because, well. Bouncing tits. I only managed to drag my jaw back up and look up from them when she stopped next to me.

She smiled up to me, and I found myself smiling back in a daze. And then I realized my cock was getting hard, and I tried to shift unobtrusively to hide it. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. "Thank you so much for stopping." She reached out and touched my arm lightly as she spoke, and looked pleadingly into my eyes. "I really need your help. The big game is in an hour, and I have got to get laid first. Do you have half an hour or so?" Her other arm came up and she traced my jaw.

For a second - just a second - I thought this was real. That my dreams had come true. Of course I'd fantasized about Kate. I'm sure every guy at school had (well, except maybe the gay ones). I felt my heart soar, my erection hard in my pants, and I thought about Kate and I, naked - but then reality came crashing down on me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then stepped back. For a second I thought I'd lose it - the pain and anger, of her teasing me like this - but finally I got it under control. I opened my eyes and looked at her, and felt amazed that she could look confused at me. I couldn't believe this bitch could act this well.

My voice came out harsh. "Fuck you, Kate." I turned around and started walking away. "Play your jokes on someone else." I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice, and to my shock I felt a tear run down my cheek. I closed my eyes again and shook my head. I would not let her see me cry over this fucking idiotic prank. I quickened my pace.

She ran up behind me, and reached out and caught my arm. Even her voice sounded confused. "David? I don't understand, what joke-"

I whirled, my anger loosed and out of control, and knocked her hand away. It took all my willpower to not shout, but I didn't want to share my humiliation with the rest of the school. Other students were looking at us curiously, but no one was close enough to hear. "Are you kidding me? I know what I am!" I gestured at myself - my glasses, my stomach, my flabby arms and legs. "I'm a nerd accountant with horn-rimmed glasses! I'm 50 pounds overweight! I haven't worked out in years, and a cheerleader wants me to fuck her?" I rolled my eyes. "This doesn't happen, alright? Not to guys like me. So go back and tell your jock boyfriends, wherever they're waiting, that you need to find someone else to fuck with, because I'm not falling for this bullshit." I wasn't sure where this was coming from, but it felt like the thousand betrayals, the friendzones (even though those are bullshit, FYI), all the girls who had ever turned me down were in front of me, and I could finally vent. "I mean fuck, Kate. Do you think I'm stupid? What's the point of this, aren't you supposed to be somewhere practicing bouncing with your friends right now?" Finally, I got control of my mouth, clamping down physically to keep the words from flowing out. Even if she deserved it, this wasn't who I wanted to be. I struggled to push down my anger, and realized with a burst of shame that I was panting for breath, that this stupid walk across the campus was enough to tire me.

I had no warning, just a quick step and then she had her arms around me in a hug. My eyes opened wide, startled, and I realized that she was crying. For a second I felt ashamed again, but then my rage came back. How dare she fucking manipulate me this way. Tears? Seriously? I started to speak, to shout and really tell her what she was, but she beat me to the punch.

"We can go to your room." Her voice was quiet, soft. I stared at her. She looked up at me, eyes brimming. "I'm..." she took a breath. "It's not a joke, ok? Or a prank. Or anything mean. I meant it. I don't mind," and she traced my belly, hugging it, "this. You're a nice guy, David. I just want you." She moved away slightly, and I just kept staring, at a loss for words. She swallowed. "Look, I know... like you said. What this looks like. But it's not, alright? But whatever you want to do, to make sure I'm serious, I can do that. I'll show you my tits so you know I"m serious, ok? You can take a picture-"

I caught her hands as she reached for the bottom of her shirt, apparently ready to flash me in front of half the college as they streamed toward the stadium. She paused, looking up at me, and the force help me. She looked sincere. And I...

I was going to do something stupid.

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My room was out - one of my roommates doesn't do football games, and I was sure he'd be at his computer. But our RA tends to leave his room unlocked, and he's got a couch. So we ended up there.

My euphoria and anger had fled, leaving only resignation. I knew this would end badly. I wasn't sure how - maybe she had someone following us, and once we both stripped they'd have naked pictures of me? Even if I took a picture of her, would she even care? She'd probably just consider it a jump start to her nude modeling career. But apparently some tiny part of me thought it was worth taking a chance, because I let her drag me in there, panting and out of breath from half-running across campus. But the other shoe didn't drop. Instead, she pushed me up against the closed door and kissed me. And it was amazing.

She melded her body to mine, tongue demanding, and I couldn't help but react. I didn't exactly have a lot of experience kissing, but I did my best, letting her take the lead. Her breasts were pressed into me, and I could feel her nipples, hard, poking into my chest. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, pressed into her stomach, and she ground herself up against me. God, I thought. She's actually into this. She broke the kiss for a second - "Grab my ass," she hissed - and I let my hands wander down, and I gripped her butt. It felt amazing - soft and feminine, but still that tight cheerleader muscle underneath - and I pulled her into me harder. She broke the kiss again, with another demand - "Get your hands on my ass now," and then she was kissing me again, her tongue incredibly hot and forcing its way into my mouth. I moaned into her, then slipped my hands up. With some trepidation I pulled up her pants, and slipped my hands beneath them and under her panties, gripping her flesh. The feel of her set a fire through me, and I ran my hands over and around her butt, amazed and feeling a sense of unreality.

This couldn't be me. I was touching - groping - Kate's ass, and she was into it. But she was practically climbing me now, in a rush to kiss me, and it felt too intense to not be real. I surrendered to her, to this. Fuck it. If this was going to end badly, it would all be worth it for this moment.

She broke away, panting hard, and for a second I thought this is it. Time for someone to jump out of the closet with a phone recording and say, "Sucker!" But... nope.

She practically growled at me. "God, David. You feel so fucking good. I need you now, I can't wait any longer." And then she was stripping, out of her top and bra in a flash, then bending over and pulling down her pants and undies in one motion. I stared again, transfixed (I was doing a lot of staring). Naked, she looked beyond incredible. Almost sculpted, perfect tits swaying from her movements, but still firm and in denial of the existence of gravity. She stepped out of her pants and back up to me, and I just drank her in with my eyes. Ok. If this was all a joke, it was all worth it for this moment too. She took in my expression and grinned at me, and the look in her face - aroused and knowing and wanting - sent a tingle up my spine. She stretched upwards, arms above her head, and I swallowed heavily as it made her breasts bounce. Her voice was coy. "Like what you see?"

I whispered it, like a prayer. "Yes. Kate, you're the most amazing woman in the world." But she heard me, and she pounced, pressing up against me, and her mouth found mine again. She kissed me, pushing me hard against the door again, and my hands wandered her naked body in wonder. This was... this was happening. At this point there was no way this was a prank or a setup. It was real.

She broke off, and her breath was hot against my neck. "You know, it's not fair that I'm the only one naked." She ran her tongue across my chin, and I shuddered with pleasure under her touch. "I'm going to have to do something about that." And then she was kissing me hard again. My hands cupped her ass, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her naked pussy up against my cock as it strained through my pants. I tried to brace myself against her weight, but I couldn't believe how light she felt, like I barely had to hold her at all. I tightened my grip on her butt, massaging and working the muscles, and in response she ground into me, kissing me harder. Her tongue was incredible, dominating, and I could swear it was... it was... swelling? I tried to break off the kiss - was she having some sort of reaction? - but her arms were tight around me, her mouth locked on mine, and I couldn't get her to let go. Her tongue just grew and grew, getting... hard? It was dominating my mouth entirely, and I struggled to pull back, to break off, but she was like iron around me and for some reason I couldn't shift her.

I didn't understand what was going on. I struggled, trying to break out, but I was helpless in her arms. And her tongue kept swelling, even as she kissed me, moving in and out, and I realized with a shock that I could feel it against the back of my throat. She was dry humping me now, rubbing herself against my stubborn erection, moaning into my mouth, and I couldn't help but be turned on by her even as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.

Her arms left my neck and I expected her to fall over, but impossibly she seemed fine to balance where she was. I tried to raise my arms to push her away, but then I realized that she'd somehow tied me in place - I could feel little ropes around my arms and legs. The hell? Still kissing me hard, she pulled her body back slightly to create some room, and her hands dropped to my jeans and swiftly unbuckled them. Then she pushed them down with her legs. I had another moment of wtf - how was she not falling? - but now only my tighty whiteys were between us, and I couldn't help but hump back at her as she freed my cock and ground her pussy up against me. Her hands came back up around my neck, and I had a moment to enjoy the feel of my first vagina against my cock, even if I wasn't in it yet. And then she shoved her tongue down my throat.

It was... wrong. Bizarre. I could feel her wiggling down me, working into my esophagus. And it was too much. Nothing was worth this - not a naked Kate, not getting laid. I'd thought I'd struggled before, but that was nothing. I bit down, but it was like rubber - I couldn't get a grip, and it just kept moving, rubbing against my teeth. I tried to violently jerk myself away, to get her off of me, but it was no use. She was too strong, too powerful, and I realized again that I was crying. The feel of her violating my throat - it felt like she was halfway to my lungs - drove away everything else, and I could feel my cock softening even as she humped me harder. I struggled to hold my breath, but finally I couldn't help it and gasped for air - and the shock of getting it froze me. How was it possible that I could breath? How was I not gagging?

She broke the kiss and pulled back, and I tried to scream at what I was seeing, but she was still entirely filling my mouth and no sound got out. Her eyes fluttered though, and then - impossibly - she talked. As if there wasn't a giant, flesh-shaped thing coming out of her mouth and down into mine. "Mmmm, that felt good. But David, what's wrong?" Her hand came down and massaged my cock, but I just kept staring at the pillar of flesh connecting us. Even as she spoke, it was moving back and forth, and I realized it was still working it's way further down into me. "I thought you wanted me?" I stared at her, and she looked honestly puzzled. I tried to speak, to scream and tell her to let me go, but whatever magic allowed her to communicate didn't apply to me, and I just mumbled against her flesh.

She stared at me, confused, and I tried to reconcile the cute cheerleader with what was happening. But it was too much. Finally her eyes lit up. "Oh! Is it your first time?" I flushed, bright red. Yes, I was a virgin, but I didn't want to tell her that. But she seemed to read it from me, and grotesquely smiled around her appendage. "Don't worry, lots of guys have performance issues. But it's no problem," and she winked at me, "I have just the thing to help you out." And then she moved forward to kiss me again, and I jerked as it felt like a foot of her tongue slid down my throat. And to my horror, I felt something snake between my legs, nestling between my thighs.

I went berserk. I needed to get away, to end this. But it was still no use, and all I got for my trouble were bruises as I heaved against my restraints. To my shock, the ropes around my legs tightened and they lifted into the air, opening and exposing me. Somehow, impossibly, I was sitting two feet off the ground. Kate was still in my lap, kissing me with a several foot tongue violating my throat, and I whimpered as I felt the new appendage nestle up against my anus. Tears blurred my vision, and Kate's beauty with it, and all I was left with was this monster that was about to rape me.

She pulled back slightly, and her voice was a murmur. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Then words were gone, and I felt some of the tiny ropes detach from my legs. Hopefully I wiggled, trying to get free, but the remaining ones were still too much for me. I felt the ropes twine around the larger appendage and then press against my ass, and I tightened myself determinedly. But it was no use. The first one squirmed in, too small to stop. The second followed it, expanding the whole, and I jerked and squirmed as they invaded my asshole, swiftly working their way deeper into my bowels. I felt a third and a fourth, and it was like snakes in my butt. The sensation was creepy, wrong, but there was no use trying to fight it, even as I realized that they were expanding and lubricating me.

She pulled back slightly, her appendage - whatever it was - poised to rape me - and gently wiped the tears from my eyes. I stared at her in terror. She bit her lip, and her arms came down, wrapping around me, and she groped my belly and the spare tires on my side. "God," she panted, "I can't get over how good you feel. No ugly muscles, you're amazing." She smiled at me, and I recoiled from the raw lust in her eyes. "Don't worry, David. I'll make sure your first time feels good." And then she kissed me, her tongue-thing pushing deeper, and in the same moment she pierced my ass.

Impossibly, it didn't hurt. I didn't understand why - she hadn't been working on me that long, and I'd never put anything in my ass before - but there was no pain with her invading my bowels. There was no pleasure either, just weirdness. I stopped my struggling, and just let her ropes, or whatever they were, hold me. I couldn't fight her. Maybe if I stopped this would all end and I could wake up from this madness.

She was acting like it was the most amazing thing in the world, still kissing me hard, and her tongue-appendage was practically fucking my mouth now, working in and out rapidly. She was still in my lap, legs wrapped around me, and was working her pussy against my still-shriveled penis. Her arms had come off of my neck, and she was playing with her tits, rubbing her nipples. Then she'd press them into me and her hands would roam over my body, rubbing everywhere but concentrating on my sides, my fat ass and my belly. And the appendage in my ass was working itself impossibly deep into me, and swelling as it went. I could feel it winding its way through my bowels, stretching and bulging my stomach even more as it filled me up, and I realized that she was rubbing herself through me.

I just sat back and tried to endure it, and tried to hold back the sobs that Kate seemed to think felt so good against her tongue. I don't know how long I just sat there, letting her use me, but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. But Kate noticed the next phase of my humiliation before I did, and broke her relentless kiss. "Oh good," she panted, "you're starting to get back into it." And to my horror, I realized that my hips were starting to move in time with her pulsing appendage as it worked its way in and out of my ass and colon.

I tried to stop myself, to hold still, even as Kate renewed her assault on me with vigor. But my body betrayed me, and I couldn't hold back. The shame was crushing. To be raped was one thing, but to be raped this way? To be taken, used like a fuck doll, and to enjoy it? But there was nothing I could do. The appendage in my ass, and those little ropes, were starting to feel good. I moaned into Kate's mouth as she stretched and filled and worked me, and the pleasure blossoming in my ass was like a trigger. Suddenly the feel of her tits pressed into me, her mouth against mine, even her tongue raping my throat, it was all feeling great, amazing. I found myself rocking against her as she raped me, and swallowing and squeezing her tongue, trying to find the rhythm. She reacted by pressing even harder into me, and I felt my cock harden, my traitorous erection hard and slick with Kate's fluids as I pressed against the outside of her pussy.

She went wild in my lap, my reactions to her inflaming her passion. My hands were brought in front of me, and I found myself cupping her tits, their wonderful weight heavy in my hands. I groped and massaged them, and even with everything else, I loved how they felt, the first time I'd held a woman's breasts in my life. She moaned into my mouth, pressing hard against me, and for a second I could almost imagine that this was normal. And then I felt one of her ropes wrap itself around the base of my dick.

My eyes opened wide in shock, but it wasn't enough to interrupt us. I felt it pull me, and I realized it was lining us up. Kate lifted herself, grinding into me, and the next time she descended my cock slid into her pussy. Now it was my turn, as pleasure wracked my body. She was tight, hot, and amazingly wet, and I could feel her walls rippling around my cock. The sensations of her two appendages as they raped my mouth and ass faded, and for a timeless moment there was only my dick in her pussy.

But that was it. Pleasure filled me, and she bounced one me once. Twice. And the third time it was too much, and my orgasm crashed through me like a shockwave, muscles twitching and jerking as I tried to ride it out. I spurted in her, hips jerking, and it just made her speed up as she worked herself up and down on my cock. I felt the ropes in my ass working, and dimly realized they were massaging my prostrate. A few others came up and gently fondled and squeezed my balls. She milked me three ways - ass, balls, and her pussy rippling on my cock - until every drop of cum had left my body.