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As with the first, enjoy or flee, up to you. I think the keywords should be enough for you to decide which one it'll be.

And yes, I do believe I'm gradually getting weirder.

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It wasn't the sun shining in her face that finally woke Tresca up. Rather, it was the squishing sound her bed made when she rolled over. She didn't remember it doing that before.

Sleepily, Tresca blinked her eyes and felt around under the covers. Everything was pretty well soaked and messy. She must have been cumming in her sleep during that dream with the tentacle monster. And cumming a lot, since it was everywhere. Her whole lower body was completely slick and slimy, there was some on her stomach and chest, and even her face felt like it was splattered with some semi-dried seed. But wait, there was something else odd...

She ran her hand over her stomach again. It felt a bit bigger and rounder than before. Her eyes widened and she threw off the covers to get a better look at herself. Not only did her belly definitely look like a pregnant one, but most of the slime covering her was a clear blue color.

Tresca let out a surprised "Fuck!" as she laid her head back down. So that hadn't been a dream at all. She'd really been mated and impregnated by a tentacle creature! Tentacle sex and being impregnated-she usually fantasized about a tiger male, though tentacles were still nice-were among her more major fetishes, and now she'd actually gotten to experience both of them in real life!

Of course, the creature hadn't bothered to ask first, for which it deserved a swift kick to the balls. Or whatever it was that tentacle creatures had down there. Still, it had given Tresca the single greatest, most intense orgasm of her entire life, as well as a chance to be a mother of sorts. She felt over her stomach again and gently pressed down to feel the eggs inside her. They shifted slightly as she did so, the weird sensation eliciting a squeak from her.

The hand over her stomach began to drift downwards as she thought back to the night before, of being penetrated so deep in both ends and stuffed with eggs. She slipped a finger inside herself and imagined it was her strange lover returning and gently probing at her still-slick tailhole. She pictured the tentacle sliding deeper into her to check on the eggs, the thin point giving way to a shaft about the width of the two fingers she now had pumping into herself.

Meanwhile, Tresca's other hand was sliding her sheath up and down over her budding member to help coax it out. As it hardened, her fantasy continued; she inserted a third finger into her rear and, oh, the creature had found enough room for an extra egg! Soon, there was a familiar bulge making its way up from under the bed...

Tresca softly gripped her shaft and ran a thumb over her feline barbs, sending tingling waves of pleasure along her precum-soaked length. She then began sliding her whole hand along, gently squeezing the head and teasing the barbs behind it while her other hand pumped in and out against her prostate. The bulge in the tentacle was now over the foot of the bed and slowly making its way toward her body.

It inched ever closer, the tentacle squirming and humping her as it approached. She drew her legs up against her body and spread her ass cheeks to let it in more easily. A fourth finger went in as the bulk of the egg pressed into her tailhole, and then the whole thing was swallowed up and squeezed against her insides. Tresca threw her head back and screamed in pleasure.

Her cock twitched and pulsed in her tight grip, spurting out stream after stream of cum onto her breasts and neck while her tailhole squeezed down hard around her fingers. It took a while for her orgasm to finally fade, her cock continuing to throb and spasm even when nothing was left to come out. She then laid there for a while and basked in the afterglow, panting, with her tongue hanging lazily out of the side of her mouth.

Tresca eventually released her softening member and pulled her fingers out of her rear, then propped herself up on her elbows. She saw that her cock had a little streamer of cum following along behind it as it retracted back into her sheath. Tresca chuckled to herself.

That hadn't been quite as good as the night before, but still better than one would normally hope for. Rarely did the orgasms she got from actual sex match up to the one she just had, let alone the ones that came from pleasuring herself. Was it just because her fantasy and memories of the night before were still so fresh and, well, hot? Or had the creature done something to her body that enhanced sexual pleasure? And just how long would this last?

She would have plenty of time to ponder these questions later, but for now, both she and her bed were in need of a good cleanup.

After her shower, Tresca found herself paused in front of her bedroom mirror. She tossed her towel onto the dresser and turned sideways to get a look at her figure, one hand running over her swollen stomach. She looked much better now with all that slime out of her fur, plus there was just something about a pregnant belly that she found incredibly sexy, especially when her own reflection had one. The tip of her cock peeked out of her sheath as she looked herself over.

Her breasts looked like they were bigger, too. The hand on her stomach drifted up and started playing with one of them. It certainly felt bigger. And nice and plump and soft and... Her cock slipped further out of her sheath as her fingers softly caressed her nipple. She needed to have some private time again.

Rather than rely on her bare hands for this round, she went and retrieved one of the toys from the chest in her closet-in this case, a soft jelly sleeve with ribs and a fake tailhole for the opening. She poured on some lube and gave the sleeve a couple quick pumps to get it evenly spread, which alone was almost enough to make her lose her balance as the pleasure washed through her. Oh, this might be something special again!

Getting down on her knees, legs spread apart a little, she braced herself on the bedpost with her one free hand. The tentacles weren't going to be involved in her fantasy this time, instead being replaced by a slightly goth-ish skunk girl by the name of Anne. Anne had been Tresca's only serous girlfriend during high school, and also had the honor of Tresca losing her virginity to her. She also dyed her fur a different color about every week. Maybe this time she was black and pink.

Anne was propped up on one elbow and knee in front of Tresca, with her other leg going over her lover's shoulder. The pointed tip of Tresca's cock poked in between her butt cheeks. The skunk girl let out a long, soft moan as she was entered, her tailhole stretched out to engulf the tigress' generous girth. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, holding one hand over her crotch while trying to restrain herself from wildly masturbating until she came.

Tresca held it there for a moment before she slowly pulled all the way back out, then pushed back into the girl's slightly loosened rear. She slid herself partway out and then back in again, out and in, gradually building up to a steady rhythm. Anne bit her lip and pressed her middle finger into her slit. She always tried to hold off on pleasuring herself as long as she could; she said doing that made it better when she finally started.

And as Tresca gradually built up speed, Anne decided it was about time to start. She began rubbing her hand up and down, sliding her middle finger between her lips while her palm massaged over the hood of her clit. She tried to keep it more-or-less in time with Tresca's thrusts into her tight, warm ass.

Soon the two were moaning almost in unison with each thrust, Anne's body bouncing every time Tresca slammed into her. The girl bit her lip and plunged two fingers into herself to rub against her G-spot. They were both getting close, very close. Just as Tresca felt her orgasm building up, her lover let out the long, soft moan that meant she was getting rather close herself.

With one final thrust, Tresca buried herself to the hilt in her friend's ass and held as her twitching member poured forth stream after stream of hot seed. Anne screamed as she herself climaxed, her muscles clamping down onto her fingers and milking the still-pumping cock deep inside her. A sudden gush of her own juices squirted out from under her hand and between her fingers. She'd always been prone to making such a mess when she came.

Once she'd cooled down, Tresca slipped the toy off her member, shivering from the tickling sensation she got as her barbs popped out of the slick opening. God damn that had been good! Even better than her first self-pleasuring that day, now that toys were involved. It was like every part of her body related to sex was in overdrive now. If this kept up, she might have quite a lot of fun this weekend...

But anyway, back to business. Tresca got her toy cleaned up and put away, then set about getting herself dressed. She ran into a bit of a problem, however-it turned out her breasts really had grown, as all of her bras were now too small for her. "What the hell are you guys doing in there?" she asked, poking at her belly. Tresca sighed. It wasn't like any of her shirts would have fit comfortably now, anyway. So her outfit for the day ended up consisting of only a pair of panties and a bathrobe she tied loosely around her waist.

Next up, the bed. She stripped off the sheets and bedspread-meanwhile checking to find that, yes, the tentacle creature had disappeared-and started putting it all through the wash. She finally had a bit of time to ponder her situation while she sat on the dryer, enjoying the vibrations while waiting for the first load to finish.

Aside from her obviously being far hornier than usual and not terribly likely to be going out soon, one important thing that occurred to Tresca was that she should probably plan for when the eggs finally came back out. She had a rough idea of how it would go, having read and watched all kinds of tentacle porn, all of which had accurately mirrored her situation so far. It usually seemed to take only a few days at most before the eggs were ready to be laid, so Tresca would probably be good to go back to work on Tuesday. And if not, she could always use a couple of her sick days.

The laying part was also always pretty messy, which was her main concern. She figured she'd try to do it in the bathtub, though she wasn't sure if she would be able to fit comfortably inside it. She could also lay them on the bathroom floor if that didn't work. She'd just have to take out the rugs and put down some towels in the doorway where the linoleum met her bedroom's carpet.

Then there was the issue of how she was going to lay them, what position she was going to be in and so on. That might call for a bit of practice. And Tresca was beginning to feel rather randy again anyway, so she might as well kill two birds with one stone.

She stripped naked again, laid out a towel on her bed's bare mattress, and got out a butt plug that seemed about right for practicing egg-laying. It was a little bigger than Tresca reckoned the eggs were when they went in, and it was round and vaguely egg-shaped. Close enough.

The first position she tried was on her hands and knees, with her legs spread and her rear lowered down. She reached behind her and pushed the plug in, grunting quietly as it sank into place. Her cock slid completely out of her sheath and was almost fully erect in a few seconds. Anal toys tended to have that effect on her.

Tresca pushed. The plug seemed to come out easily at first, but didn't quite make it to the widest point. She relaxed, and her tailhole quickly swallowed it back up. She gripped her throbbing cock and gave the head a few strokes with her thumb. Okay, this was going to take more effort. She let go of her cock and took a couple deep breaths, then gritted her teeth and pushed with a bit more force.

This time, the plug crowned and then slipped entirely out of her. Tresca gave her cock a couple more strokes, then decided to try the laying again. She reached around to pick up the plug and pushed it back into herself. A couple more deep breaths, another push, and it plopped onto the towel again. She repeated this a few more times, pausing to give her throbbing member some attention when it demanded some. She wondered if she'd have to paw off like this during the actual laying.

After she got the hang of it, Tresca decided to try another position. After all, she probably wouldn't want to rest her body weight on her egg-filled stomach if it got that big. Now she tried laying down on her side with one leg raised up. It actually seemed to be easier this way, with the plug slipping in easier and coming back out with a little less force. Or maybe her tailhole was just getting loosened up more. Either way, Tresca was rather enjoying herself.

Her pauses to play with her dribbling cock became longer and longer as she continued laying the butt plug. Eventually she had to finish, of course; she inserted the plug one last time and continued stroking her cock, gently squeezing and rubbing the head, until she felt her orgasm approaching. She kept on pleasuring herself right up until the last second before stopping abruptly.

With her cock twitching, she gave one final push. And just as the plug popped out, she gave one final stroke from the base of her cock upwards, sending waves of pleasure sweeping over her as she went over the edge at last. What little seed she had left by now poured out into her closed hand.

While she basked in the afterglow, Tresca wondered if the actual laying could be this much fun.

The rest of Tresca's afternoon and evening-she hadn't woken up until almost noon-was spent doing rather unproductive things. Her horniness gradually intensified as time went on, so most of those unproductive things involved porn and playing with herself. She wore another butt plug of hers that could vibrate, with the control held in the side strap of her panties. Since her orgasms were pretty dry by this point, she could also wear her cock sleeve like a condom and use it without having to worry about rinsing it out constantly.

Her porn consisted mostly of a couple of live-action and hentai DVD's from her collection. She figured it would be appropriate to start off with a particular favorite of hers, an animated flick involving a tentacle creature loose in a boarding school for girls of indeterminate age. The creature would hide under the girls' beds until they were asleep, then pounce, instantly restraining and gagging them before they could respond. The whole scenario was oddly familiar.

The movie opened with the first victim, the token big-breasted bunny girl, struggling and moaning while her roommate snored loudly in her own bed a few feet away. The girl gradually calmed down and let the creature take her, tentacles pumping in and out of both holes while her body shivered with each orgasm. The scene ended with one single egg making its way along the tentacle in her pussy and disappearing into her before she was released. She and Tresca both came one last time as it was swallowed into her sex.

In another memorable scene, the creature captured that one awkward, shy mouse girl while she was staying up late. She turned out to be a cross-dressing boy, but still got plenty of attention. While two tentacles corkscrewed into his cute little ass, another one opened up and milked his eager cock. No pregnancy for him, though; the creature just swallowed up the semen from his multiple orgasms, supposedly for the purpose of making more eggs.

When the it was over, Tresca took a short break to watch some regular TV until her body demanded that she watch some more porn. She went through her various movies rather quickly as a result of fast-forwarding between sex acts, though this was vaguely balanced out by watching various scenes in slow motion and taking a few more breaks to cool down and occasionally take a short nap as the evening wore on. She lost count of how many times she had climaxed herself, and eventually had to stop to rinse out her sleeve at one point. Her vibrating butt plug's batteries were also starting to die by the end.

And through it all, she watched her stomach and breasts slowly expand until getting up and moving around started to take a bit of effort. Tresca was definitely past the "few months pregnant" stage, with her body looking like she was about ready to give birth to a large litter. She took to softly rubbing her pregnant belly as she purred and drifted off to sleep between rounds.

There did come a point where she decided she was now a little too big for her liking, however. This was around the time that she woke up the next afternoon. Her hormone rush had finally died down in the early morning and allowed her body to fall asleep for more than a few minutes. Upon waking up, she was greeted by sore breasts and some considerable difficulty just sitting up on the couch.

Tresca was definitely past the humongous-litter-ready-to-pop stage now. She was... Well, if it was possible for a woman to be a year or more overdue, this was about what she figured it would look like. Her abdomen even bulged out to the sides to make room for all those eggs.

She pressed her hand against her taut belly to feel those eggs. Now, Tresca had quite a bit of experience with anal play and could fit some rather sizeable objects into-and eventually out of-herself, but these things were getting big enough to worry her. She let out a long sigh that ended with a slight growl. Well, this was what "real" pregnancy was like, wasn't it? Having to push things through holes that weren't quite big enough? It wasn't like the eggs could stay in there forever.

Tresca unpaused the DVD player and pawed herself off one last time so she wouldn't be walking around with an erection. Then, with some difficulty, she got up and set about getting her toys cleaned up and put away. Her butt plug had some of that familiar blue slime on it when it came out. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

While she was trying in vain to tie her bathrobe's belt around her waist, she also happened to notice that there were a few drops of milk slowly leaking from her nipples. So her breasts were sore because she was lactating and the milk wasn't going anywhere. Tresca hadn't lactated since all the hormonal chaos of her teen years, so she hadn't bothered holding onto her old breast pump. And now it looked like she'd have to try milking herself by hand, which she'd never bothered practicing before, what with having a pump to handle it all for her. All this reality was really starting to ruin her impregnation fantasies.

Grumbling, Tresca made her way over to the kitchen and got out a bowl for her last-minute milking practice. She sat down at the counter-with her back to said counter, of course-and positioned the bowl under her right breast. "Okay, this can't be too hard now..." She seemed to remember watching a documentary or something that showed feral cows being milked, and figured the process would be basically the same for any mammal.

Tresca cupped her hand around the end of her breast and squeezed gently as she pulled toward her nipple. Nothing happened at first, though she felt some slight pressure starting to build after the second try. A couple drops leaked out on the next pull, and a few more on the pull after that. She soon had a fairly steady drip going. It was nowhere near as fast as she would have liked, but at least she'd eventually be able to relieve the pressure in her breasts.

She continued with her milking session for a little while longer, but had to cut it short before the bowl was even half full. She felt the muscles in her abdomen tense up; it was much like the feeling from trying to suck in one's gut, except stronger. And involuntary. Tresca reached over and placed the bowl down on the counter as her muscles relaxed.

She growled as her stomach seized up again. It was a bit harder than the first time and just a little painful. The eggs in her belly also shifted slightly this time. Again, her muscles relaxed and the pain faded after a few seconds. Were these contractions? That was the only thing Tresca could think of.

"How the ffuuuuuurrrrnnnggh!" she growled as another contraction hit her. It faded again, and was followed soon after by a much milder one. Now, how exactly was this possible without a uterus? Why would her digestive tract be... Huh?

Tresca felt something slick between her butt cheeks. She stood up from the counter stool and felt a little more of the fluid start to run down her leg. "Oh great, now my water broke..." This wasn't making a whole lot of sense. Then again, being knocked up through the ass didn't make a whole lot of sense, either.

She was starting to have smaller, but more frequent contractions now. The flow of liquid from her rear was also starting to speed up a bit. It occurred to her that she wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom in time, at least not without messing up the carpet between there and the kitchen. It seemed like the kitchen floor would have to do.

Tresca slowly got down onto her knees while the eggs shifted around inside her. Slipping her panties off would have taken more maneuvering than she was comfortable with right now, so she simply tore them off and tossed the blue-stained scraps into the corner. Then she slowly and carefully lowered herself down onto her side. And waited.

After about a minute, she could feel one of the eggs moving down toward her rear. She instinctively pushed on her own to help it along. Then it reached her inner sphincter, Tresca whimpering in pain as the ring of muscle was stretched around it. It crowned inside her and slid into her rectum almost instantly, pushing out a gush of blue liquid and causing her to gasp as it completely filled her ass.

Tresca's cock slid out of her sheath and grew into a full erection within a few seconds. There was an intense pressure against her prostate right now; the egg was bigger than what she thought her ass could possibly hold. And now it had to fit through her tailhole? She lifted her leg and sent a hand down to feel around between her cheeks.

The whole area around her tailhole was bulging out. The hole itself was open, revealing a smooth, hard shell. At least the slime had made everything all nice and slick...

She took a few deep breaths, then gritted her teeth and pushed. The egg emerged gradually, spreading out her hole and even her butt cheeks. Tresca grunted and strained, feeling sharp pains as her tailhole was stretched beyond logical limits. Oh, it'd be a fucking miracle if she didn't tear at some point. But she had to keep going, keep pushing. It was almost halfway out now. She relaxed just a little bit to catch her breath before giving it one final push.

"Ahhhffffuuuuuck!" she screamed as the egg slipped back in and streams of cum spurted from her cock. Obviously, some parts of her body were enjoying this a lot more than others. She had to admit, it hurt like hell so far, but she didn't exactly mind having prostate orgasms.

Anyway, this thing had to come out, and so did the others. Holding her breath, Tresca pushed with all her strength, determined not to stop until the egg was out. Her ass was spread wide around it as she forced it out, pushing and straining as the egg slowly squeezed out, approaching the halfway point... And then the egg plopped out onto the floor.

Tresca let the air out of her lungs and panted after all that effort. She felt cool air inside her rear, as her tailhole remained fairly wide open after the first egg. That was one down. How many more to go? She hadn't bothered counting them all when they were going in. She guessed a dozen, at least.

Now her contractions were pushing the second one along. This one fit into her rectum a little easier thanks to the stretching the first egg had done. Her member throbbed some more from the pressure it put against her prostate. She gripped the shaft and fought off the urge to paw off. First things first.

She gritted her teeth and pushed again. She was looser now, but her muscles were already rather sore and tired, so this time wasn't much easier. The egg slid out as she strained, then was swallowed back up when she relaxed. A stream of precum poured from her cock. The egg made it farther this time and Tresca managed to finally squeeze it out.

Now for the third egg. It went through her inner sphincter with almost no effort, though still some pain. Her member pulsed, throbbed, and dripped, begging for attention while her insides were stretched around the egg. Tresca decided to give it some.

She smeared precum over her the head and along the barbed shaft of her dick. Everything was still hyper-sensitive, so it took only a few strokes before she felt her orgasm building up. She cried out, in a mix of pleasure and pain, as her ass squeezed tightly around the egg and her climax forced more streams of cum out of her.

She rested for a moment before getting back to work. With her sore rear loosened even more by the second egg, she managed to push this one out on her first try. The laying part was starting to get easier, though her cock started begging for more again as soon as the fourth egg was was ready to be pushed out. Tresca managed to hold off until it was out of her, then quickly pawed herself off while her contractions forced the fifth egg into place. She managed to get past this egg and the next before giving in to her need to cum again.

Tresca continued on like this, pawing off while she pushed out egg after egg, her belly gradually deflating back to normal size as she laid them. Little by little, the kitchen floor became covered in the blue slime that flowed out with each egg. There was also a fairly large splatter of cum at the bottom of the refrigerator door by the time her contractions had died down.

One last egg. Just one more. She pushed it into her rectum and held there for a moment. While she still needed very badly to cum, she knew that doing so caused her tailhole to clench tight... But it wasn't likely to get too tight right now. So Tresca began stroking herself again while she slowly pushed the egg out. It still hurt, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as it was at the beginning. She decided to take it slow and enjoy this last egg. She did still have a fetish for pregnancy and egg-laying, after all.

The egg eventually crowned and Tresca held it there, pushing just enough to keep it from slipping back in while she continued pawing. Oh, what the hell? She relaxed and let her ass engulf the egg again, pushing it against her insides and making her cock twitch and throb again. She began stroking over her malehood faster, teasing the fleshy barbs back and forth and squeezing when her hand went over the head. While doing so, she forced the egg out as hard as she could.

Tresca roared out in pleasure-much to the concern of the people in the next apartment, no doubt-as it emerged. She came right when the egg crowned and slid out of her to join the rest, her member shooting forth a few last streams of her seed to add to the collection on the refrigerator. It continued to twitch and sputter for a few moments before calming down. With no more eggs pushing against her prostate on the way out, her member finally relaxed and retracted back into her sheath.

Tresca rolled over onto her back, with her massive breasts parting to the sides. Weakly propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down at the eggs that had just come out of her. There were... Quite a few of them sitting there. All different colors, mostly pale, shining shades of blue and purple with a couple green and pinkish ones. And all of them much bigger than Tresca thought would be possible to squeeze through her ass, in either direction.

She laid back down and let her body relax, her tongue hanging out of the corner of her satisfied smile. Once again, she was sore, exhausted, and messy, but loved it. She'd had more orgasms this weekend than she usually had in six months, including the single most intense sexual climax of her entire life, and all of it was based around her favorite kinks. But it seemed like there was something more to it. Something more than just a fetish that got her off.

This whole thing was so bizarre and fucked up when she thought about it, but... Those were her eggs, dammit. She'd carried them inside her, gone through labor and birthed them out, and she was going to take care of them. She was a mother now. Sure, they weren't the typical kind of offspring, but they were offspring and they were hers.

Speaking of which, Tresca wondered, what exactly would those offspring look like when they hatched?