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Talrenda rushes up to her door, practically crashing into the entrance to keep anyone else from noticing the tentacle monster sperm oozing through her pants. She bangs her head on the door, feeling like a complete moron for not cleaning up better, but then again, how was she supposed to know how prolific that sperm would be? After all, when she was in the shower, she had taken probably ten minutes just squatting over the drain, her fingers spreading her pussy open and letting the stuff ooze on out of her. It was morbid, yet a fascinating, sight to behold. The discharge clogged the drain. Seeing this, She felt the need to get out of there and to feel bad for the janitor.

Now, she's burning with embarrassment, fumbling with her keys, and hoping the day couldn't get any more embarrassing.

"Long night, Talrenda?" comes the all-too-familiar voice.

"No... Not now, Jerrry!" she growls.

"Wow, someone pissed in your energy mug, didn't they?" The tentacle creature says, some of its form leaning over the partition between their two properties. "You look like you had a tough night. I tell ya, I had a pretty great one."

"That's nice, Jerrry,"

"Yeah, it was a really fulfilling job, you know, and I..." he twitches, sniffing the air. "Say... do you smell that? Smells almost like-"

"Not now, Jerrry!" Talrenda says, slamming the door behind her.

The tentacle beast rubs the fence, tapping a tentacle upon it. "Something's up with that girl..."

Inside her bathroom, Talrenda strips down and starts her shower. She pulls a small box out of her purse and rips at the packaging, all while her communicator buzzed.

"Gnnh... stupid... f... answer!" she blurts.

Irkna speaks up on the other side. "Hey, there. Haven't heard anything since that scare you had. How's everything going? Do you need any help?"

"N... no, I'm fine!" Talrenda says, using all four hands to rip at the package. "I... I got it figured out."

"That's a big sum you owe the bank, though," Irkna says.

"I found a job that pays well. I just... got to rest and stuff."

"You okay."

"I'm in the bathroom, alright?" She rips the packaging open, and the tiny capsules inside fall out all onto the floor. "Blargasket!"

"Oh damn, language!"

Talrenda gets down on the ground, gathering up the pills. "No, it's... just let me rest right now, okay?"

"O... okay, but I'll... I'll call back tomorrow, got it?"

Talrenda picks up the pills one at a time with three hands, holding them in her fourth. Once satisfied, she pops one, swallowing it dry and stuffing the rest back into their container. "Fast-acting. Let's just hope this keeps any unexpected surprises from growing in there..." she says, patting her stomach.

Cum squirts out from between her legs from her touch, and she hobbles on towards her shower, leaning over, watching as more of the tentacle jizz rolls down her legs.

"Fuck!"

She watches the globs of cum ooze down her leg, and through it all, she bites her lip, glad no one can watch her and see the fascination on her face.

A few days without needing to work gives Talrenda some time to relax, grab an ice pack, and let her sore muscles recover. Sometimes, her body feels the phantom touch of those tentacles. Her mind replicates the sounds of cheers from the crowd. She remembers the thumping of the bass pounding as hard as the tentacles pound into her. She shudders, thinking about how much she made doing that and how much she could make doing it again... and maybe, even doing it again without producing anything.

Maybe she should call Irkna? It's been a while, and she could use some time with her friends. Maybe grab some lunch or someth-

A sharp pain hits her stomach, and she grabs at it, stumbling to the bathroom. She falls to her knees in front of her toilet, sweat building upon her forehead. But the pain subsides. The feeling of sickness wanes, and she's left there, sitting in front of the bowl.

She looks over towards her trash bin and grabs it, throwing old napkins and wrappers to the side in her search. She pulls out the box of pills, now empty, and reads quickly over the labels "guaranteed to eliminate the side effects of unprotected sex with up to 1000 different species..." She leans in, narrowing her eyes, focusing her gaze upon the fine print. "Warning... not recommended for use with tentacle monsters. See a doctor for side effe- Fuck!" She pitches the box out her window and pushes herself up. When she stares at herself at the mirror, she gazes downwards, then she looks over her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she lifts up her shirt, just a little bit, and she rubs her stomach. Was she... is she getting fat?"

"Damn..." she says, shaking her head. "This... this could be a problem."

Talrenda knocks on the door, her hands buried in the pockets of her heavy hooded outfit, perfect for hiding the little bump in her belly.

The door opens, and the inconceivable mass of tentacles beyond greets her. "Talrenda... what do I owe the surprise?"

"Jerrry," Talrenda says, walking past the threshold and into his domain. "I don't know who else to turn to about this, but I got myself a little problem."

"Yeah?" Jerrry says. "Well, now, isn't this interesting... I'm an annoyance unless you need my help. Well, I never thought I'd see the day that the high and mighty Talrenda would stoop to the level of needing to ask the lowly Jerrry for-"

"Jerrry, I'm pregnant!" she snaps.