The Long Journey Home

And so it had me. Pleasure was my existence as minutes turned to hours, and hours to days. The adaptive intelligence of the tentacles continued over time as they learned the ins and outs of my body better than I ever had. During every refractory period I was given the opportunity to gorge on its delicious cum, never once feeling the pang of hunger. It found the optimal time between milking me to maximize my output. It knew it milked the most with anal stimulation and even found the perfect insertion and stroke length. This symbiotic relationship kept me in a state of orgasm more often than not, and all it asked of me was every drop of milky sperm I could produce. But for what?

IV. Breed

Time ceased to be a concept in this warm tentacled sac that had become my home. I had long ago lost count of the orgasms somewhere in the hundreds. But there were indications of change. My balls had swelled considerably and more than doubled in size from my normal measurements. I could feel their increased weight as they hung lower and bounced more wildly during the fucking. My cock no longer became flaccid during refractory periods. It had been engorged for longer than I could remember, but I felt no discomfort from it. My length of orgasms and volume of semen had also increased. Each orgasmic convulsion felt stronger and blasted a large and supple volume of fluid, though the petals on my cock hid it from me. The refractory periods were shorter, which facilitated me orgasming more often. In the few periods of lucid thought I mustered, it crossed my mind that the ejaculate it was feeding me may well have been causing these changes -- changes that undoubtedly made me more efficient to milk.

The sac in which I was housed also changed as time blurred onward. My position was adjusted periodically, mercifully maintaining feeling in my extremities even if I had little control over them and remained bound. The size of my chamber shrunk over time into something snug and deeply comfortable. I was rotated into a position akin to laying down, though my head was propped up as though on a comfortable pillow to maintain my view of my belly (which it knew aided in my speed to orgasm). This had included the benefit of allowing me to see my anal penetration, which I also found stimulating. The shrinking of the chamber even meant my own skin was largely in contact with the fleshy wall and floors. It enveloped me warmly and kept my hips at a proper height above my feet to facilitate penetration more easily in such a prone position.

The most striking change, however, was the appearance of a strange and large circular lens at the end of the chamber opposite my head. It had an appearance comparable to the slits from which my tentacles had emerged, though it was far larger and long dormant. That was about to change.

It was during a refractory period that my situation progressed very suddenly. In my prone position, the tentacle in my mouth retreated first. Its removal was jarring as though I had been removed from a suckled teat mid-feeding. I had just been thoroughly nourished, but my mind was filled with fear that it might not return. The retraction of that tentacle opened up my field of view, where I next saw and felt the petaled tentacle unclasp from my cock. It wasn't cold in the chamber by any means, but as air touched the tender skin of my absolutely engorged, blushed, and soaked member it sent a shiver down my spine. This was the first time I realized that not only had my balls grown substantially, but my cock had too. It had never been much to write home about, but now had several additional inches of length, spasming uselessly in the air whilst my enlarged balls rested on the tentacle firmly planted inside me. That tentacle moved last, withdrawing from my body completely and leaving me empty for the first time in ages. It had recently re-lubricated my insides with its cum, and so I felt a steady stream pour out of me whilst my stomach visibly shrank back to normal proportions.

I had nearly a minute to contemplate this newfound loneliness and even feel the pang of regret that it might all be over. But that was not to be.

The large lens at the other side of the chamber suddenly came to life and peeled back to reveal a large opening several feet in diameter. From this orifice emerged something wholly new. It maintained many aspects of tentacular shape and was nearly as large and thick as I was. Large sections of it were strangely translucent, offering a glimpse inside where there seemed to be an internal translucent tube that ran the length of it. The front of this monstrous tentacle was visibly subdivided into quarters such that it looked like it could open in a petal fashion, similar to my familiar friend from before.

It emerged from the chamber wall and moved toward me, rearing up between my opened legs. The attendant tentacles wrapped around my knees raised both legs upwards to thrust my ass toward it. My heart was once again racing from the excitement and anticipation of something new. The front opened up much as I suspected it could, revealing the penetrative end of the tube inside it. This smaller head was still quite large and notably larger than the tentacle that had previously taken up residence inside me. It wasted no time or romance as it extended to my dripping and dilated sphincter, which was once more freshly hypersensitive. My legs were spread tantalizingly further apart as I felt the new tentacle push at my asshole until it met resistance. I moaned as it continued to push anyway, feeling my opening stretch, and stretch, and stretch... until it slipped inside. The pitch of my moan transcended nervousness and discomfort into ecstasy as it penetrated me. I couldn't hold myself from orgasm with it crushing up against my prostate, and I was astonished as my cock erupted with a massive, thick rope of cum that lashed my chest and face. I sprayed myself several times over with what must have been nearly a liter of semen while the tentacle stopped moving, waiting patiently for me to finish. My ecstasy-driven brain swished around my own cum in my mouth, where I found it to be thicker and stronger in flavor. It was far different than the nectar of the tentacles, but saltily satisfying in other ways. My tongue eagerly lapped still more from my lips and face.

I barely had time to bathe in my own ejaculate before the massive tentacle began vibrating and shaking a-rhythmically. I watched in a trembling cocktail of excitement and anxiety as what I could only describe as a deeply pink, spherical egg emerged from the wall into the tube inside the beast. Through the transparent flesh I could see it stretching the walls of the tube and suctioning its way toward me with fits and starts. Not far behind it emerged another, then another, and another. These things were bigger than baseballs and the first one was about to reach me.

The massive size of the eggs was confirmed when the first one reached my sphincter. Even with the suctioning tube already inside me, it could not pass through freely. Another moan escaped my lips as it pushed and failed to enter. Then again, to no avail. On the third attempt it popped through the sphincter (I squealed) and I felt its slimy exterior slide out of the tube before dropping inside of me. It was unbelievably large and strained my insides all while pressing up against my prostate. Another orgasm was knocking, but it seemed far too soon for that to be possible.

There were mere seconds of separation between the eggs snaking their way down the tube and I had barely caught my breath before the next one was ramming against my asshole. It again needed three pushes to breach, and after doing so I could feel it push the first deeper inside me. The third fared much the same, except that this one sent me over the edge. The fullness and dull thud of the eggs bouncing off each other like pool balls dropped me into orgasm, where I once again belted out thick ropes of hot cum onto myself as though I hadn't just done that a minute ago. This time there was no pause to wait for me -- egg after egg popped into me whilst I spasmed. My cum-soaked belly started to rise before my eyes and I could make out the vaguely spherical shapes lurching deeper one egg at a time.

My gooey form hung suspended in air while my ass was impregnated again and again. I was being made into a human incubator and all the while I moaned in semen-soaked ecstasy, begging for more. I didn't know what living creatures were being forced inside me, but I wanted to feel them. I wanted them to feel me. But I did have limits. Watching my belly move and morph and grow, I felt so full. How many could I really carry? Eggs were still emerging from the chamber wall and at this point I could feel the butterflies of anxiety inside my stomach (or perhaps it was just the dozens of eggs). My sphincter had mercifully started to accept them with just the first push, but I could feel every single one jiggling and knocking within.

And then, just like that, there were no more. After several seconds of no further eggs emerging I assumed that it was finished. Whilst the final few eggs lurched down the tube and popped into me I attempted a tally between what I remembered and what I could see. Thirty? Forty? I started to wonder what was actually in the eggs.

Except there was one more egg still to come. It began as what appeared to be a visual aberration on the chamber wall within the monstrous tentacle. Something seemed to be trying to push through into the tube, but was having difficulty in doing so. To my shock, that was indeed what was happening. I watched in awe as the chamber wall deformed to birth a massive egg. It dropped into the tube with such weight that it bowed significantly lower. This egg was not a baseball. It was a fucking football. More ovular in shape than the others and a darker hue of pink, this egg was thickest at the center and tapered off a bit near the ends, but not so much as to be pointed.

For the first time in a very long time, I used my voice to do something other than scream in ecstasy. I protested shakily, whipping my head back and forth and again being reminded that I did not have control over my arms or legs. There were no ears to hear me, but it understood my body better than I did. As the massive egg lurched slowly down the tube, the attendant tentacles lifted my legs in the air to put my body at a highly inclined angle, but not so much as to be uncomfortably upside-down. My thick cum slid down my chest as my elongated and erect cock now jutted out above my head, dripping the last vestiges of semen from a previous orgasm into my mouth. I couldn't see how close the egg was anymore, but I felt something new.

The tentacled head of the tube that had been so calmly planted just inside my rectum suddenly started to expand. It did so uniformly outward, and found perhaps an inch of room from my egg-stretched sphincter before it stretched it to the max. Or at least, what I had assumed to be the max. I strained and grunted at the feeling of my sphincter stretching slowly but continuously. Minutes passed as the tentacle patiently dilated my asshole for an object that could never fit inside me. The stretching was constant and I could undoubtedly feel my hole growing millimeter by millimeter. Every so often the attendant tentacles would spread my legs further or rotate them as it started to reach the limits of my hip bones.

And then it was there. My asshole was so wide at this point that I couldn't feel the slender end pass inside of me at first, but the weight was unmistakable. It dropped from the tube onto my sphincter and I felt several pounds now sitting atop my tilted form with a steadily growing pressure to push it inside. It wasn't long before the gradient of girth caught up to the width of my hole and progress forward stopped. By now my heart was beating out of my chest. This egg was going to be inside me. I had no way to stop it from happening. The pressure mounted from the suction within the tube and then I felt it budge. That hyper-sensitive lubricated sphincter was slipping across the surface of the thickest part. I could feel every micromovement as my asshole stretched to the absolute limits of my bone structure. Then, suddenly, the sensations changed entirely.

I was over the hump. Past the thickest section. It was as if my own body sucked it into me. The entire weight and size of the egg dropped inside me all at once. My sphincter may have been carefully dilated for this, but my rectum clearly was not. It plowed through the other eggs already within and pushed them substantially deeper with a single gravitational thrust. Weight alone propelled it completely inside, wedging it deeply between by hip bones. The tube immediately ceased its great stretch, almost instantaneously shrinking to the smallest girth it had ever been, and my sphincter reacted by nearly snapping itself shut with relief.

I had taken it all. Any triumphant feeling I might have had was throttled because I immediately discovered that the egg was too big. My body wouldn't accept such an object, and my abdominal muscles spasmed violently to expel it. Except that it was now firmly held in place by the closed suction of the tube whilst my partially dilated sphincter was rapidly tightening back to normal proportions.

It's difficult to adequately describe this spasm without experiencing it. It is involuntary, immensely powerful, and consumes one's entire lower body. Every abdominal muscle I had immediately tensed with the intention of evacuating everything below the waist. The egg was physically unable to move and my bladder was empty, but my balls were full. This wasn't an orgasm. It wasn't spurts of ejaculate. A veritable stream of my own cum was forced out of me by my abdominal muscles. It sprayed my face and mouth, but I was physically unable to stop and think about it.. I was fully locked down attempting to expel the intruder that could go nowhere.

After what felt like an eternity of involuntary spasms that prevented even my own breathing, my muscles relaxed long enough for me to inhale sweet oxygen. The problem was that the massive object was still inside me, still too big, and I still couldn't handle it. And so the spasm started again.

For several minutes this cycle repeated in which I lost control of my body, sprayed myself with my own semen from a seemingly non depleting reservoir, and tried fruitlessly to force the egg out of me. What I failed to notice amidst the sensory pandemonium was my sphincter, and the tubed tentacle still inside me, rapidly shrinking. During the fifth or sixth set of convulsions I felt a noticeable pop as the tentacle tube pulled out of me, marking the end of its hold on the egg. What I found, to my horror, was that my once-dilated sphincter had shrunk back to a more reasonable size. Even with every abdominal muscle I had pushing, I could no longer physically expel the egg. It was simply too big.

Thus my mind set to panic. I couldn't free my arms to try and assist and with the egg wedged impossibly between my hips it was there to stay. I wasn't breathing during the spasms and so was highly short of breath each time they ended. I found myself trying to hyperventilate and will my body to acclimate to its new arrival. The tentacles seemed to notice me fail at this endeavor several times, as after a few minutes more attendant tentacles rose from beneath me and began wrapping around my abdomen. I was steadily lowered into a more comfortable prone position and I felt them begin massaging my stomach -- full of dozens of their eggs -- in a soothing rhythmic motion. The distension of my belly with the final egg was so substantial I couldn't even see my cock anymore, but at last I started to push back against the spasming. I held it off for thirty seconds. Then a full minute. Five. And then they ceased to come. My fullness defied description and yet it seemed as though I might grow accustomed to it.

V. Birth

It was in these newly quiet moments that an important realization crystalized. Since I had entered this new home I had not slept a wink. My ecstasy-induced delirium had rarely spared room for thought, but now as I laid suspended free of continuous orgasm my tiredness became readily apparent. Prone again at last, with an army of masseuse tentacles, I was comfortable enough that my eyelids grew heavy. Sleep came quickly after that, and sleep became common thereafter. I would wake occasionally for a feeding, but with my stomach perpetually full I often returned to a vague dreamless slumber.

I don't know how many nights or days passed as my body gestated the enormous eggs, but it was unmistakable when gestation ended. I had just finished sucking down the sweet pink ejaculate when I saw and felt the first egg hatch.

My belly was a confusing landscape of foothills surrounding a mountain, but I could clearly see many of the two dozen eggs in reasonable definition. One of those small hills began vibrating unusually. The vibrations gave way to tickling jerks, and then with a dull thump its entire shape deformed and shrank. In that moment I felt a sudden warm and familiar rush. Out of the broken egg rushed an amniotic fluid akin to the tingling cum I had been eating and felt my insides light up yet again. But there was clearly something else in the egg. The sensation of many small tentacles suddenly hit me from within, and I watched as a dozen or more small appendages poked up against my skin. After several days of quiet it was nearly sensory overload, and I closed my eyes to let my nerves tell the story of its early journey. I felt it probe around its immediate neighborhood as well as its neighbors, occasionally slipping around the other eggs and shuffling to and fro. With a fresh mind I wondered what its next steps might be.

My first baby would have to wait. I was quickly overwhelmed with a sensation that once again set my heart racing. All throughout my abdomen I felt eggs start stirring, first with smaller vibrations and then more forceful movement. The pop of each egg was unmistakable, not least of which because each one came with a sudden blast of hypersensitivity and tingling that lubricated a different part of my bowels. Within mere minutes my insides were swimming with hundreds of small tentacles. This was indeed a sensory overload, and with a smile I dropped into another ravaging orgasm. I still couldn't see my erect cock over the mound that was the final egg, but I could both see and feel the extravagant streaks of white cum that I showered my stomach with.

For quite some time I delighted in the internal feelings of the dozens of balls of curious miniature tentacles that swept across my insides. I came twice more from the indescribable sensation, but after a time I could tell that they were migrating toward the large egg, which had as yet been still, and my asshole beyond. Through the skin on my distended abdomen I watched as many of them crawled around the egg toward the exit, but also seemed to notice some simply flatten themselves against the egg's surface. I had little time to dwell on that peculiarity before the overwhelming sensation of tiny tendrils dancing across my sphincter hit me. An involuntary laugh escaped my lips as several of them crawled out of me.

My attendant tentacles had long since understood the role that visuals had in my ecstasy, and so as my first children crawled out into the air it raised my ass once again at an incline to make the things below my engorged belly visible. It was here that I got my first glimpse of my spawn as half a dozen of them tickled their way up my taint, past my balls, and into view at the base of my dick. Much as they felt, they looked like little balls of tentacles with a long slender body at their core. They were hardly more than a couple of inches in length and seemed to be able to form complex shapes with their forest of tentacles at will - including long, slender ones.