I didn't originally plan to continue this, but some comments somewhere else were quite insistent and also quite motivating. I hope it is as enjoyable as the first part.
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II. - Sarah's Babies
Three months of pregnancy with a trio of little tentacle monsters had finally managed to change all of Sarah's life completely and irrevocably. She hadn't been able to leave the apartment, not with the protruding belly of an obviously advanced pregnancy she couldn't hope to explain to anybody she knew. After about a week, she had lost her temporary job at an insurance firm and her course of studies was fucked as well.
None of that really bothered her greatly, as she had to admit. She was happy where she was and didn't feel any need for more company than her lover could give her. With the possible exception of him not being a great conversationalist, lacking any organs to produce any sound at all. Having a friend or two visit her from time to time would have been nice. As it was, she had to stick to phone calls to sate what little desire for talking she felt.
Unfortunately, her happiness and contentment didn't solve some problems that were showing their ugly faces at the horizon. Most notably, her bank account finally drying out and making it impossible to pay the rent. She may have been relieved of the need to buy any food, thanks to her alien spunk diet catering to her needs and actually all of her cravings as well. Shelter was still not free, though. And she couldn't imagine living under a bridge with her lover. With the size of a large bathtub - if he curled up into a tightly packed ball - he was awfully hard to hide.
Naturally, she couldn't keep her thoughts away from that problem and naturally, he noticed. Now being aware of his ability to read all her thoughts, she couldn't have hoped to keep it a secret anyway. And in all honesty, she thought he actually should share the burden of worrying. He was the one who had knocked her up, after all. With his bossy attitude, she could expect him to be willing to support his family, like the real man he fancied himself to be, right?
Well, not quite right, of course. Thoughts like that had to be caused by her pregnancy. She admittedly felt moody sometimes, since she carried his offspring. She also felt great, of course. Especially since the little squids had started to move around in her belly after about a month. All the squirming in their active phases exhilarated her - and made her horny as fuck. The little rascals already had tentacles and could easily use them to explore areas outside of her womb.
Fortunately, she had the perfect medicine against that kind of feeling right underneath her, ever since he had decided to move her from the bed onto his wonderfully soft body. She had to wonder why they hadn't thought of this before. It was amazing and she always could count on at least one or two tentacles worming into any of her holes. Either for feeding her - which was most fun if he did it through her mouth and let her swallow the gallons of tentacle cum her body needed for sustenance all of sudden - or just for fun and pleasure.
Admittedly, life was awesome, but that didn't make the few remaining worries go away. For that reason, she considered calling her family to ask for support. At least until she had given birth and could start working again. It shouldn't be that hard to earn enough for the rent and to pay back what she had to borrow. Especially since she already suspected her babies wouldn't need stuff like diapers. They probably had dietary needs close to their daddies and were pretty low-maintenance apart of that - if the slimy oozing wasn't viewed as problematic, which wasn't the case for her.
She mulled over the whole thing for quite a while and postponed making any call until it was almost too late. She hadn't parted from her parents on best terms, them thinking she should have chosen a college much more nearby. They would have liked to have her closer to keep an eye on her. She half snickered, half groaned when she realized that she had gotten into the kind of trouble her parents feared most - pregnancy. And she couldn't even sweeten that with the prospect of little grandchildren to play with and cuddle. Her mom and dad weren't likely to be happy about little tentacle monsters carrying on the family name.
Of course, she could try not to tell them exactly what kind of problems she was in, but... Well, for once, she was a terrible liar and the second problem would be her father just telling her to get her ass moving and find just another job to make ends meet. Probably followed by another lengthy sermon about him working thirty-six hours a day when her mother was pregnant with her and he had to pay the house, the other bills and her cravings for Russian winter strawberries and Martian potato chips, yadda-yadda-yadda...
No, calling her parents was definitely nothing to look forward to. She needed a well-planned approach and to make up something like that she only needed about two more... Two what? Uhm... decades?
Another possibility was her sister. Little miss daddies-darling had done well and married a wealthy man right after high school. She probably could afford helping her sister out, but... calling her was like admitting failure. It would prove that Sarah didn't have what it took, while pretty, little Angela had. That thought really made her belly hurt...
Uh, no... that came from her little boys having fun again and starting to squirm around. Sighing and smiling, she put her hands on top of the absurd bulge and enjoyed feeling their movements. All in all, this was worth some trouble. She was going to be a mother! God, how could that thought alone make her horny as fuck? Oh... Apparently, the one of her sons - probably the especially curious one - was reaching out again to make mommy go crazy. He - or possibly all of them - had found her most sensitive spot a few weeks ago and since then she could count on getting fondled there when the boys were awake. For whatever reason, they liked to drive their mother crazy with lust. Probably predisposition, since their father was quite like that.
Sighing, Sarah reached up and started massaging her breasts. Those had certainly grown at least a cup size and were incredibly sensitive as of late. Fondling them had become a sure way to a first orgasm and if her lover didn't react with lightning speed, he couldn't stop that from happening. Usually, he just followed up on it, which was exactly what she was hoping for.
It came as a bit of a shock when her squeezing her nipples suddenly made them squirt liquid, though. Wide-eyed she stared down onto her breasts and watched the swollen nubs shoot thin fountains of something white. Having a hard time believing it, she blinked and tried again, which made her moan and roll her eyes as a small orgasm washed over her. Still, it also made droplets of what could only be milk rain down on her belly.
Holy fuck, she was lactating. Okay, it made sense, since she was pregnant, but... Well, it was admittedly pretty hot as well, but... Now, it certainly also
felt
amazing to make it squirt out, which probably explained why she couldn't stop squeezing her nipples, but...
Alright
! There was no but. It was awesome! She fucking loved it and it made her reach a completely new level of horniness. Within moments, she was practically screaming at her lover to use all of his tentacles on her at once. Although, she did it only mentally and used her vocal chords for whimpering, moaning and squealing, while she closed in on a second orgasm, just from squeezing her nipples and her sons fondling her g-spot from the inside.
Curiously, there was a certain lack of tentacles invading her ass and mouth, as she would have expected to happen by now. Normally, he needed less than a second to act upon any of her awakening urges. This time, he didn't only leave her hanging, but actually wrapped some of his tentacles around her limbs and kept her from helping herself.
