New York: Tentacle Breeding Ground

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

I'm still outlining part 2 of the main story and doing sketches and whatnot for potential illustrations, but here is the first of a few short side stories to hold people over until then. Most of these will just be focused on different happenings around the world that coincide with events happening in the main story, with varying levels of narrative content. This one in particular is more of a stroke story, but I'd like to keep a balance between narrative and sex going forward (for the most part).

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Ryan didn't know how he had gotten so lucky. All the other guys in the office had been pining after their manager Lydia for years, but not once had she ever responded to their advances... until now. He had mustered up the courage to ask her to a business brunch -- just business of course -- in order to discuss the quarterly earnings report, but hadn't expected her to actually accept. Perhaps it would develop into something more?

Despite the questionable ethics of being in a romantic relationship with one's own boss, he certainly wouldn't mind dating the attractive twenty-eight year-old brunette, whose sharp, dark pant suit perfectly accentuated her svelte, hourglass figure, glossy red lips, and shapely breasts that looked too large to fit in a single hand. He was eager to attempt it though. Her deep, brown eyes gazed at him over the menu in her hand and he noticed that her plump lips were moving.

"Ryan...? Are you going to order?" She asked him, with a slightly confused tone in her voice but one that still projected confidence. She was the very face of professionalism, having worked her tight ass off to rise up the ranks in the company and was already on the verge of stepping into upper management in the coming months.

"S-sorry!" Ryan stammered, realizing he had been lost in a daydream. He looked up at the attractive blonde waitress who was standing at the table next to them. She held a small notebook in her slender, gently tanned hand and blinked expectantly at him with a warm, but artificial, smile.

No doubt she was a student working through college. She couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, and she had a slight hint of exhaustion on her face that the expertly applied makeup couldn't quite cover. The waitress wasn't really Ryan's type, as her boobs were probably B-cup at best, and unlike Lydia's long, flowing ponytail, her strawberry-blonde hair was cut short at her shoulders with a pink highlight streaking through her bangs. Ryan had to admit that she was certainly cute nonetheless.

Though she had told them her name when they first sat down, he had already forgotten it. A quick glance at her nametag refreshed his memory.

"I'll uh... I'll get the vegetarian omelet, please, Elena" Ryan said, clearing his throat and handing the menu up to the waitress, who took it with another smile. In Ryan's opinion, demonstrating a healthy diet was key to winning a woman's heart.

"Ooh, good choice!" Elena replied, snapping her notebook closed. "Would you like a refill on your waters before I go?"

Ryan and Lydia uttered their thanks and affirmations to the bubbly girl as she topped-off their glasses before weaving her way back through the maze of tables, refilling the cup of the heavy-set man sitting behind them as she returned to the kitchen.

"I'm surprised you went with the vegetarian option," Lydia said with a raised brow while nursing her icy drink. "The lunches you bring in to work are usually full of meat, I notice."

I'd like to fill you with my meat... Ryan thought, frantically drinking some of his own water to cool his head and reduce the swelling in his pants.

"Oh, you know," Ryan replied with a casual sigh. "Just looking to have a light, healthy brunch. Keeps my mind sharp during the day. I'm surprised a big-shot manager like you notices the lunches of a peon like me." He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, surveying the patio through the glass window next to them. It was a decently warm morning for an early New York autumn, but he always felt slightly more at ease sitting indoors. No pesky onlookers trying to steal peeks at Lydia.

"I make it my business to keep a finger on the pulse of my employees," she shrugged, taking another sip of her water and wiping away the lipstick stain on the glass with her napkin. "Speaking of business, what was this urgent analysis of the quarterlies you wished to speak to me about? You've really proved yourself over the past few months, so I am interested to hear your thoughts."

Ryan smiled and leaned forward, pulling some files out of his briefcase on the floor next to him and began to discuss with Lydia his ideas on where growth could be promoted... though the growing erection in his pants certainly didn't need any help. As Lydia bent towards him to scan the documents, her blouse collar fell open slightly and revealed her inviting cleavage. He gulped and forced his eyes away from her bosom and back to the graphs on the paper using a force of will that he didn't realize he possessed.

They spoke for some time, with Lydia interjecting her own ideas and nods of approval every so often. Soon, the cute waitress returned with their meals and they began to nibble on their food between remarks. Nearly half an hour had passed before they finished their plates and their waitress came over to take them away.

"Any coffee or dessert today?" Elena asked them expectantly, expertly piling their dishes onto a tray of other people's dirty plates that she balanced on her hand. Ryan and Lydia exchanged glances, waiting for the other to speak. Ryan steeled himself to ask Lydia would like to share a pastry with him and opened his mouth to speak.

Before the words could come out, a sudden loud thud on the glass window next to him made Ryan practically leap out of his seat. Elena's grip on her tray slipped due to the surprise and the dishes all came crashing to the floor around them, causing everyone in the cafe to swivel in their chairs and look in their direction.

The three of them at the table were unaware of the attention, as their own eyes were glued on the woman banging on the glass. Her hair was disheveled as if she had been running a marathon and there was panic written all over her face.

"Get out of there!" She shrieked. "Run! Everyone run! They're comi-" Suddenly, the woman screamed and flew off into the sky and out of view as if yanked away by some giant fishing pole. Ryan jumped to his feet, knocking his chair over as people inside the restaurant began to shout and clamor out of their seats as well.

"What the hell!?" Ryan shouted, backing into Elena but catching her before she fell into the pile of broken glass around her feet.

"Everyone, back away from the windows!" Lydia yelled, taking charge of the situation. "It looks like there is some sort of terrorist attack going on!" All of the diners began to hurriedly push their way towards the back of the building, some even running into the kitchen. Ryan moved away with Lydia and Elena, who was trying to usher other patrons to safety despite being in tears herself.

Ryan looked back over his shoulder out the large windows and saw numerous alarming scenes all along the busy city street. In a skyscraper across the street, he saw a woman suddenly pressed against the glass with some sort of fleshy looking rope tied around her waist. To Ryan's surprise, she was topless and her pale breasts were squished firmly against the window as she struggled against an unseen assailant.

More bodies began to press up to the glass, most of them in some state of undress if not completely naked, before the windows couldn't take the pressure anymore and shattered. The captive humans were pulled up into the sky as shards of glass fell to the streets below. Luckily there were no pedestrians nearby to be put in danger.

In fact, there didn't seem to be many pedestrians at all out on the streets at all. What few he could see were running as fast as they could down the sidewalk or attempting to get into their cars. One such man, seemingly a delivery driver of some sort, was fumbling with his keys when he suddenly fell to the ground and screamed as something suddenly pulled him away by the legs into a nearby alley. A cold sweat began to roll down Ryan's forehead as the people around him began to murmur and cry in panic.

"We need to get out of here," Lydia whispered, bending down to take off her heels to allow her to run better. "Is there a back exit?" She turned to Elena who squealed in surprise as Lydia grabbed her arm.

"Y-yes!" The waitress replied, seeming to snap out of her daze a bit. "Through the kitchen! Come on!"

The dozen or so people left in the cafe all followed her lead through the double doors into the kitchen, which was already empty as the cooks and other diners must have already evacuated.

"What the fuck is going on!?" The large man from the adjacent table shouted as they filed out into the back alley, looking up and down the passage as screaming civilians sprinted past followed by the sounds of sirens all around the city.

"I don't know but I'm not planning to stick around to find out!" Ryan yelled, grabbing Lydia by the arm and beginning to run down the alley away from the main street. "Hurry!" Lydia brushed his hand off of her.

"I can run quite fine by myself, thank you very much," she huffed. Ryan shrugged and continued to sprint down the alley with the rest of the diners not far behind. As they rounded the corner, the sudden explosive sounds of gunshots could be heard echoing down the street. A pair of police officers at the end of the block were fighting back against an attacker that was out of view. One of them, a well-built black man wielding a handgun was back to back with his female partner who was holding up a baton and riot shield - her gun presumably out of ammo.

As the male officer continued to fire into the air, the policewoman noticed the group of diners and beckoned at them with her club.

"Do not approach!" She commanded. "Buildings and streets aren't safe! Seek shelter underground! Go!"

"Officer, what's-" Lydia began to inquire, when suddenly the distracted female officer grunted as something struck her from the side. A large pink tentacle the width of a leg shot over her and wrapped around the other officer's newly exposed back. His gun flew from his hand as his entire body was quickly covered in several dozen more writhing tendrils that fell from the sky, leaving him under a squirming, pulsating mass.

"Jones!" His partner screamed as she got to her feet and began to pull at the tentacles engulfing the man's crumpled form. More small tentacles rained down from the sky but she blocked them with her shield and jumped back, fumbling at her side for her taser. Ryan knew they should all be fleeing, but none of them could take their eyes away from the spectacle transpiring in front of them.

The policewoman fired the taser at the mound of tentacles and an electronic clicking sound emitted from it as the tips of the weapon made contact with the monsters. Other than that, nothing seemed to have happened and the unaffected tentacles suddenly reared up and aimed towards her. She backed against the wall, desperately hiding behind her riot shield, as she shakily activated her radio.

"We need backup on the corner of... of... oh my god...!" She stumbled backwards and the diners gaped as the writhing pile of tentacles suddenly began to rise up, forming a humanoid shape with stumpy legs and arms made entirely out of the slippery tendrils. The policeman's body was suddenly pushed out of the mass until only his limbs remained trapped inside, giving the appearance that he was wearing the creature like some sort of bio-suit.

Even more shocking that that was how the officer had been stripped completely naked, his eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Unable to speak through the thick tentacle filling his mouth, he simply attempted to jerk and scream at his partner in an apparent attempt to get her to flee. Suddenly, a ribbed appendage rammed up into his ass, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and his flaccid black cock to quickly rise to attention.

"J-Jones...!" The policewoman feebly croaked as she watched her partner be molested by the monster. "I-I'll get you out! Just hold on!" She brandished her baton but her legs were shaking and she seemed unable to advance.

They all watched as the man's cries slowly melted away into moans of pleasure, his untouched penis flopped up and down from the powerful thrusting in his backside. Soon, however, feelers grew out of the fleshy mass surrounding him and began to slap and squeeze his hanging balls. He shook and squirmed from the stimulation and could do little more than watch as a large tentacle slowly approached his engorged manhood.

The tip of the tendril opened up like a horrific mouth and began to drool some sort of thick, orange fluid. It was slightly transparent, so when it suddenly latched onto his hard throbbing cock, everyone could clearly see how tiny cilia inside the appendage were relentlessly scouring every inch of the sensitive flesh.

Realizing that rescuing the other officer would likely be impossible at this point, the policewoman turned and began to run down the alleyway towards the group of nonplussed diners.

"Did you not hear me the first time!?" The officer shouted at them. "Move away! Go! Go!"

"L-look out!" Someone from the crowd cried out, gesturing behind the policewoman. It was too late, however, and the officer was hit from behind by an arm-shaped pillar of tentacles that had extended out from officer Jones' monstrous form.

She grunted and turned to beat the powerful appendage with her baton, but another tendril swung out and grabbed her arm, quickly being followed by other tentacles that secured her other limbs. She yelled in defiance as her body was lifted up in the air above the diners, many of which had snapped out of it and had already fled to the end of the alley.

Ryan and Lydia joined up with the rest of the escaping diners, leaving the captured police officers to their fates. What could they realistically hope to do if even guns and tasers were of no use? Ryan glanced behind them as they rounded the corner and saw the policewoman struggling valiantly but to no avail.

Three tentacles rose up and latched onto her uniform between her legs and on the mound of each of her breasts. She shrieked as the tendrils suddenly began to emit some sort of acidic ooze that quickly ate through her clothing. Clearly fearing for her life, she twisted and turned in the monster's strong grip, but despite her frantic motions, she remained trapped within.

She seemed relieved once she realized the fluid was not harming her skin, but relief quickly returned to fear as she realized the state she was in. The acid had eaten clean through her navy blue uniform and her underwear, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed through the holes in the fabric. The uniform had done a great job of hiding her tits, but now the large, supple globes were literally bursting out through it and swaying slightly as the tentacles began to move her body back down the alleyway towards her partner.

Officer Jones had already reached orgasm a couple of times, it seemed, as white semen was filling up the tentacle milking his thick cock and now dripping down his abused balls. The policewoman gasped and swore as another tendril covering in squirming cilia suddenly brushed up against her exposed ass and cunt, coating her pants and skin with a slippery slime.

The tentacle in officer Jones' mouth suddenly pulled out, leaving him gasping and choking on a viscous orange liquid. The policewoman yelped as a small feeler found her tight starfish and pressed up into it before inflating to several times its original girth. She yelled and her body shook in response to the surprise intrusion, causing her boobs to bounce and attract the attention of other tentacles.

Soon, her voluptuous tits were completely wrapped in cilia-covered tendrils that squeezed and kneaded the flesh, paying extra attention to her nipples, which were now hard and pointed from the stimulation.

The last thing Ryan saw as Lydia yanked him around the corner was the policewoman's hanging body being pulled towards her partner. With a mighty yank, her legs were splayed wide apart and her dripping crotch was pressed firmly against her partner's face. Her sudden gasp and look of pleasure made it clear that officer Jones was all too eager to welcome this surprise breakfast offering.

Scenes like this were all over the streets as Ryan and Lydia - who had ditched her heels - ran down them looking for a place to hide. Countless men and women were being grabbed by similar humanoid tentacle monsters, while other people were being reeled up into the sky and trapped inside of gigantic, transparent floating sacks that appeared to be unearthly living creatures.

Almost everyone was being stripped naked by the tentacles or already were totally nude. One woman with well-groomed blonde hair and perfectly manicured nails was secured to a telephone pole by some sort of crystalline substance. Her legs were forced open, leaving her shaved pussy just as exposed as her clearly fake breasts.

A homeless man who had been running by with a bottle of alcohol in his hand suddenly ran at her, hungrily sucking at her large tits and pulling down his grungy, tattered pants in an attempt to thrust his unwashed cock deep inside of her helpless womanhood. She screamed for help and cussed at the man who paid her no heed, continuing to fondle her with his calloused hands.

The man never got the chance to fuck the woman. A passing tentacle creature suddenly ensnared him and began to pull his dirty clothes off as well, causing him to holler in a drunken, confused manner.

The woman was not left unattended despite the man being removed. Three thick tentacles suddenly pushed up into her gaping pussy and noticeably bulged inside of her. Her mouth opened as she choked on a silent scream, allowing another tentacle to enter her throat and begin to fill her mouth with more of that strange fluid.

More tendrils wrapped around the base of her breasts and squeezed them so hard that Ryan was sure they were going to burst the implants, but the surgeon must have been quite competent, as the taut boobs held fast. Small feelers began to flick and tease her pink nipples before larger tentacles suddenly latched onto the sensitive buds, beginning to suck at them as if milking a cow.

Ryan forced himself to look away as he felt Lydia drawing further from him. He ran to catch up with her and the rest of the diners, running past more lewd scenes playing out around them. Nude people were trapped inside of buildings, asses and tits pressed against glass windows as tentacles swarmed inside. Some people were trapped in their cars, which were now filled with writhing tendrils that stripped them of their clothes and pulled them screaming out into the streets where they were all unceremoniously fucked in a pile of bound, naked flesh.

"Quick! Over here! To the subways!" The large man from the diner yelled, pointing towards a nearby subway entrance that dozens more people were flocking to. Ryan and Lydia looked at each other with panicked expressions and, with no other option presenting itself to them, they decided to join up with the others making their way underground.

"If we can get on a subway, we might be able to get away from these... these... things!" Lydia yelled, ducking out of the way of a tentacle that suddenly smashed through a nearby car window. The man behind her wasn't as lucky, and he fell to the ground grappling with the creature as it attempted to tear off his shirt.