Revenge of the Water Monster Ch. 01

The young woman pulled her impossibly large sword from the sheath that ran down her back almost to the floor. She looked too thin to lift it, but the sword pulled free easily with a quiet, metallic ring. She stood at guard, holding the ungainly thing easily in a wide two-handed grip, her stillness a sharp contrast to the tentacles rushing toward her from the dark cavern.

Just before the first attack arrived, she almost blurred, and with a distant shriek, three feet of green tentacle was thrashing around the floor, the cut end pumping out green goo as the monster yanked the stump back into the dark cave.

A second, thick tentacle reared up high and smashed down with crushing force, but the fierce woman was already to one side and three feet in the air, slicing at the third tentacle before the cut end of the second slammed wetly into the hard floor, still twitching as it rolled down the cave and out of sight.

Things started getting busy, with more tentacles reaching out, and she began counterattacking constantly, swinging her sword with abandon, surrounded by gouts of green slime and flailing tentacles. She was hacking off each attacker almost as quickly as the monster threw them. She watched with one part of her mind as each stump squirted bright green goo before being reeled back, to be replaced with two more arms. Impressive to watch, she thought.

After the first assault failed, the attacks slowed, approaching her more cautiously, probing and pulling back, then trying more sophisticated attacks. It threw out a slower tentacle just outside her reach. The fighter jerked forward as if to follow it, but her move was also a feint, and she slashed through two more tentacles just as they tried to attack her from the sides.

More tentacles pushed in, the cave thick with the attacks. She was forcing them back with an oddly sinuous, unpredictable pattern, but her cutting was starting to get frantic. She was blindingly fast, but the tentacles were making complicated attacks as well, with feints, double-feints, diversions, and flanking. Some were getting close before she could stop them, and the space she could keep clear was shrinking.

One tentacle got close enough to start wrapping around her arm. She had to divert her attack to cut that one before it could pull her off balance. She shifted to defense, cutting a second tentacle that was wrapping around her ankle. Even as her sword was slicing, another limb snapped around her left arm, throwing her off balance again. She let go of the handle with her right hand and grabbed at the tentacle, but that hand stopped, yanked back by a third tentacle that snapped unexpectedly around her wrist. It yanked back hard, and the sword dropped to the stone floor, clattering far out of her reach. She dove after it, but a flurry of tentacles wrapped around her, stopping her instantly. They wrapped around her upper arm and wrists, taking control of her body. The young woman twisted and hit the tentacles until more limbs wrapped around her arm. She squirmed furiously in their grip, but they had her firmly captured. Helpless. The tentacles dragged her up, then off the floor. Her feet kicked helplessly as a monstrous tentacle wrapped around her waist. Her feet only dangled for another second before more tentacles wrapped up her kicking legs.

About damn time.

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I'd been worried about the sword-fighting scene all morning. It wasn't faked or computer-generated slop. My sword was real, a slab of solid metal as razor-sharp as it looked. Yes, I'd really, truly been chopping off tentacles. It was horrible and gory and, gotta say, fantastically fun, but it scared the crap out of me at the same time.

I blame Jeff. He convinced me that a fake sword wouldn't have that same verisimilitude. I'd agreed, reluctantly. When I complained that he just wanted to make himself a big dick of a sword, he only grinned. Asshole. We practiced the scene over and over before the real thing, so we knew what to do. And once we cranked up the real, full-costume scene, I had a surprisingly good time slashing away. Come on, wouldn't you? All that shrieking and thrashing and wanton violence? It was a fucking blast. But I never forgot that razor edge, and it scared the crap out of me the whole time. So, although the hack-and-slash scene was a stitch to do, I was happy to get to the part where the frighteningly sharp metal bit clattered far away from tender little me.

And Jeff's Water Monster thing wasn't bad. It looked freaky but felt OK. I mean, yeah, suckers, scales, and drippy slime, but the tentacles holding me were warm and soft as they wrapped around my body, squeezing my (relatively) modest boobs up into slight cleavage. I grimaced theatrically, watching all those arms twist tighter around me. I was surprised when a big tentacle pushed toward my face, but it turned downward at the last second, sliding down the scoop neck of my dress, accidentally bouncing each little of its little suckers over my tits on the way. I gasped so that I wasn't smiling. Wowie! That was a pleasant surprise! Good start!

I know my face looks young, with a small mouth, small nose, and enormous eyes. I'm thin to the point of being skinny. If that sounds weird, no, this isn't that kind of movie. I have muscular, sexy hips, a flat stomach, a thin waist, and breasts that are way too big and well-formed.

Did I mention my substantial (and sensitive) nipples? I twitched a little as each sucker pulled at them on the way past. Again, I didn't smile, but inside, I wanted to.

Once the tentacle had squeezed down my cleavage to my waist, it yanked forward, curling away from me. With a tug, the strategically weakened fabric in my dress split at the sides. I barely jerked, but the tentacle yanked my dress away with a dramatic swoosh, exposing most of me to the air as remaining shreds of my costume drifted to the floor.

No, I wasn't wearing a bra. Please.

I arched my back helpfully as the tentacles rubbed the suckers more aggressively up and down my newly bare nipples. It felt even better this time. I kept my large Anime eyes wide, but had to struggle to react as if I didn't like it.

"You will become our sex slave, Princess!" the creature boomed.

"Never!" I gasped my line.

The Stygian voice chuckled. "No woman can resist the water monster for long!"

The 'Water Monster' was Jeff in another of his creations, but it was a pretty convincing change. He loomed high over me, his tentacles dripping slime as they slid around me, wrapping me from head to foot.

The muscular things wrapped around my wrists pulled my arms behind me. The tentacles around my ankles pulled wider, spreading my legs. I started faking the struggle to keep my knees together.

Then I realized the tentacles felt pretty strong. So I figured, what the hell. Jeff could be smug, sometimes, and I'm a lot stronger than I look. With a grimace that wasn't quite a smile, I tried as hard as I could to resist. Try that, asshole! With a distinctly un-Princess-like grunt, I almost got my knees together. I wondered what I'd do if I succeeded. It would make a pretty short movie. Again, I didn't exactly smile, but you can look at the footage for yourself.

Then the tentacles overpowered me, and with a yank, pulled my legs wide again. I mean, really wide. Good thing I was extra-flexible. They'd splayed me out for everyone's amusement. My plain panties were the only thing between me and the tentacles. I felt a smaller tentacle slip down under my waistband, then--

Rip!

Aaannnd... not so much on the drawers. Like the dress, they'd weakened the fabric, and we parted ways casually. I felt a cool breeze between my legs, but only for a second before slimy, sucker-covered tentacles wrapped around my body. I stiffened in theatrical outrage, but all that restraint held me firmly. It wasn't like I could go anywhere.

I arched again as the tentacles pushed across me, dragging across my sensitive skin. Hmm. That was all right, too. The warm, soft suckers gave just enough dragging friction to punch my buttons. I felt things move all over my cunt, ass, and thighs, so I thrashed for effect. They felt gentle and non-threatening, so I had to pretend pretty hard.

Hey! You in the back! You know I can hear you, right? So stop that affronted whispering. I'm in the 'sexual fantasy' industry. It's what I do for a living. Before you get all protective, well, don't. I worked hard to get here, it's a job I like, and I'm good at it. And before you get judgmental, think about what I do every day, and what you do. I don't hurt anyone, and despite what the preachers say, we don't abuse people. Would you be happier if I worked in a cube farm doing mindless, soul-killing shit?

Good. Now, this scene? The whole idea was my baby. I developed it, pitched it, and now we're here. So, while I'm working hard, I'm having a good time as well.

The first Hentai I ever saw was like this. It left me staring at the screen, gob-smacked. Thinking back, I wonder if that's why I've been the way I am now. I don't know, but I'd never felt that weird, tight feeling inside me before then. It was sexist and male as shit, and I should have been appalled. But no, I wasn't scared or insulted; I was thrilled. Afterward, I'd find myself daydreaming about possibilities, imagining if they did different, dirty things to the heroine. Which, I have to say, wasn't great during school. I didn't let anyone see my notebook doodles. But I had a ready-made fantasy I could masturbate to over and over, and it's served me well ever since.

So yeah, when I started working for Jeff, and they asked about story ideas, I pitched the storyline to him and his team. They wrote a script that was approved, Jeff built the creatures, and we were off to the races.

And now it was a reality. Granted, it's only a movie, and the real stuff was disappointingly non-threatening, at least so far. What did it say about me that I found that a little disappointing? Not that I mind pretending, and it was still a full-bore fantasy thrill. I was being intensely groped, which was affecting me nicely. The tentacles were soft and gentle, and the suckers were almost gentlemanly as they twisted and shifted around me.

The tentacle around my chest squeezed again, the suckers--ooh!--pulling at my nipples. Damn, those were sensitive nubs, but it was good. All right, so not exactly 'gentlemanly.' It might be a pretend-debauch, but I was enjoying the process.

The thick tentacle between my legs pulled up slowly, suckers sliding over my clit and through my labia, front to back. It was so broad I had to keep my legs spread (not that I had a choice about that). The shaft was pushing up hard; it was holding most of my weight. The other tentacles held me in place, but the pressure was just right. I always loved that kind of thing. It felt reassuring.

"You will never corrupt me!" I yelled. Too late for that, I snickered to myself.

The big tentacle was grinding up, then relaxing, grinding up again, and relaxing once more. It was using a lot of force, but it was satisfying in just that way I wanted, and it didn't hurt at all. Excellent foreplay!

I was still worried about the physical demands of the later parts of the scene. The sexual parts were going to be intense and demanding. Fake or not, I'm still not that big, and when I'm not aroused, I'm not particularly deep. Sure, that's appropriate, but not great for what was coming.

Now that I was in the thick of things (ha!), I could feel my body shifting around inside as some parts relaxed and swelled. I hope that includes my vagina, 'cause it was gonna have some inside company pretty soon.

I felt a change in the manhandling (tentacle-handling?). I looked up, peering between the two mounds of tentacles unsuccessfully trying to wrap around my slightly-better-than-average-sized tits.

I watched as a new kind of tentacle approached my crotch. It looked funny, with a broader, bottle-shaped head ending in what looked like lips. It descended slowly, one of the cameras hovering close behind it. At the last second, the thick tentacle between my legs pulled back from my clit, allowing this new thing to settle down, kissing itself over the top of my cunt and right on my clit.

I was astonished when it sealed around me and sucked up my little clit. It started making some alarmingly violent pumping motions on the surface, but thankfully, inside, around my clit, it was gently massaging and rubbing. I made sure my legs quivered in midair as it gave me an increasingly interesting thrill. I squealed angrily the whole time and hoped I didn't sound too appreciative.

Before the shoot, Jeff mentioned that he'd been working on some specialty tentacles. My compliments to the chef!

The big tentacle was gone, replaced with lighter tentacles with flat ends that started massaging my cunt and ass. They weren't pushing up as hard as that big guy, so my inside parts weren't getting the same workout. Not that I was complaining as they took turns running their warm, bumpy, soft surfaces over my seriously sensitive parts. The feeling of suckers tracing up and down my inner and outer labia at the same time... well, it was luscious. I thrashed about during this as well, crying out the cheesy lines, but for that part, I was mostly on autopilot. I was still getting used to all of Jeff's inventions. I'd felt uneasy about how it would all work--no surprise--but so far, it was working well. It all felt pretty good.

The tentacles around my modest tits felt nice as they worked away, squeezing the girls up. Like I said, something about being held tightly feels comforting. I've spent a lot of time wrapped in soft ropes. The smaller tentacles flicking my sensitive nipples were more disruptive, but honestly, not terrible. I watched that nip-abuse continue, glaring with outrage whenever they pointed the cameras toward my face. I was working, after all. Even the nipple stuff felt good enough, and I was enjoying the whole package, but again, really, it was all still foreplay. They kept going for a while, and I had to admit that I was grateful for the effort. I was already feeling tingly in so many places.

I figured the next section was starting when the small tentacles unwound from where they'd been pulling on my nipples, letting them snap back to my chest. Two mid-sized tentacles that had been busy squeezing my tits wound themselves tighter, squeezing my tits up and out from my chest, or at least as high as their modest volume allowed. I do love the squeezing sensation. It was strong enough to cut off circulation eventually, but for now, it was almost reassuring.

Several new tentacles moved in, and now I began to get worried. Did I see that right? The first pair opened into mouths that covered my nipples and started pumping them like they were trying to milk me. Creepy in theory, but, you know, Anime movie stuff, and they felt pretty good. The little mouths even had teeth, but either that was just for the camera, or my nips were more durable than I'd thought. The mouths would look like they were chomping down now and then, giving my tits angry shakes. While they were jiggling my tits vigorously, the rest felt completely benign. I had to watch the action closely to know which reaction I was supposed to show.

But that wasn't the scary part. I was still eying the second pair of tentacles, hovering just out of reach. They were large, dome-shaped things, sort of like broad flowers with something vaguely like stamens in the middle. Looking closely, I saw that 'stamens' were stingers. Long ones. The suckling mouths on my tits were still playing tug-of-war with my boobs, so the dome things were holding back, but now and then, they'd lunge forward a couple of inches, threateningly, leaking golden fluid from the sharp, pointy tips. They looked impatient and angry. Up to now, most everything had been harmless (not counting my first slice-and-dice scene), but these jobbers had me nervous. Anything with needles that long did not promise a good time.

But something funny was happening. The suckling mouths on my nipples were still going fake-medieval on my boobs, but I couldn't feel my tits anymore. Hell, I could barely feel the bouncing and pulling on my chest. My nipples were the center of two significant areas of numbness.

The mouthy suckers gave me one more, toothy bite I couldn't feel. They even growled a little; I had to stare. Then they yanked back, my nips coming free with a liquid pop. The tentacles wrapped around my tits tightened even more. Now the needles lined up, pointing straight down at my nipples, the domes spreading wide like flowers doing synchronized swimming. Or cobras. The tentacles around my shoulders pushed my chest forward and tightened so much that I couldn't move at all. The tentacles around my tits wound even tighter, which I'd typically find reassuring, but not so much right now. They froze there, leaving me arched back painfully tight, my tiny tits thrust forward. I tried not to move, but couldn't help quivering. Didn't matter, though. They held me so tightly that my chest didn't even jiggle. Not that I had a lot of jiggle in me, but my tits just hovered there, squeezed out like an offering to the hypodermic gods.

The hovering cameras focused on my face and tits. This was a big scene. Looking at the descending needles, I didn't have any problem emoting fear. The needles were very close now, lining up carefully with the indentations in the middle of my nipples. I'm sure my eyes got super-wide, and it wasn't exactly acting. The needles pointed down the middle of each nipple, aimed straight down into my chest. As I watched, they slowly moved forward until they touched my nipples (which I couldn't feel at all). Insert a dramatic pause. I gave the cameras another of my wide-eyed, 'trying not to look scared' specials. Trust me: it came naturally. I even tried wriggling again; thankfully, not much happened.

With a quick thrust, the tentacle buried both needles deep in my tits. Oh, my god! At least an inch of the needles was buried right through the middle of my nipples and down into both breasts. I screamed and thrashed, kicking and shaking.

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Yeah, it looked horrific, but come on: it's called 'acting' for a reason. No, the needles weren't just slicing down into my body! They were pushing down ducts designed for them. I'd been terrified they'd go down the wrong way, but it was fine. Even if they had gone bad, I was so numb I could barely tell anything was happening. Thankfully, it was all good, and the stunt worked as designed. All I felt was a vague pressure. Still, acting scared wasn't exactly a stretch.

The tentacles jerked, driving the needles deeper. Jesus, that looked terrible! Even after the initial penetration worked all right, I hissed and tried to struggle. It's hard not to be alarmed at how deeply the tentacles pushed those needles into my fucking boobs. So far, everything worked the way it was supposed to. I still felt almost nothing. The tentacles wrapped around my tits relaxed and slid off wetly, leaving my tiny tots hanging on the needles like bouncy shish kabobs in slime sauce. If I hadn't been watching, I might not have noticed they were still pinned.

The tentacles behind the needles pulsed muscularly, and I felt the pressure inside my chest. "What are they doing?" I cried.

They'd started injecting that gold stuff into me, ya moron. I know I'm supposed to sound impossibly innocent, but Christ!

I breathed in, expecting the worst, but it was only odd, and not painful. Almost immediately, the feeling morphed from 'odd' to a tingling warmth. It started where the needles were pumping, then spread around my chest. I said "Oh!" and went quiet, watching my tits wide-eyed. (It was in the script.)

The first reaction was simple physics: my cans swelled out as the fluid was pumped in. I decided that yelling would be the proper reaction. Then my tits slowly flattened. I had to stare, which was both in the script and just because. Jeff said the fluid would be absorbed pretty quickly. The needles squeezed, pumping in more and re-inflating my tits, this time a little higher than before.

Even before all this, my mammary glands were round, high, and wonderfully firm. They could only be considered 'smaller' or 'modest' by insane Hentai standards. A firm B-cup, at worst. Still, not gigantic (yet), which meant it wasn't tough to see how the fluids were swelling them up. I watched the left tit inflate a bit more, then the right one pushed out to match. Nice to see the thing trying to be neat about it, but my boobs were already so round it didn't seem like I had a lot more room to work with.

The domes surrounding the needles had been curved backward like hoods. Now they rolled forward slowly until they were bowls over my chest, each one covering a tit. Centered around the Big Fucking Needles drilling my tits. I mean, damn! The bowls were a loose fit, the base well outside my tight, high tits. The domes pushed down further, sealing against my skin. They started a slow vibration. I felt a suction form, drawing my soft breasts out as the plants slowly pulled out the air. The domes were completely transparent so that the cameras (and I) could watch as my tits slowly mounded up from the combination of injected fluid and mild vacuum. I stared down, watching as my modest endowment pulled out a little. I gaped at the fronds, then struggled when I saw the tentacles behind them swelling with more fluid. Just to be doing something.

I've got to say, I was seriously impressed. It looked like some bio-steampunk thing gone wrong. You could grow tits on a guy with this rig. We'd talked about it, of course, and gone over every detail of the stunt, but seeing the plants in real life was much scarier than I'd expected. And erotic as shit, at least for me.

The bio-injectors pumped more fluid into my relatively modest tits. A lot seemed to be absorbed, but they were still mounding up into round, inflated shapes. My chest was feeling pretty tight. I flashed to an image of my tits popping like fleshy, overinflated balloons. Eww. Jeff had talked about the injections causing my body to react, but I'd thought the 'reaction' was supposed to be less... pneumatic.

Then I felt that almost itchy warmth begin. It was wrong, and artificial, and simulated, and about damn time. Hey, you have your wine with dinner and drinks with friends; I'll have some aphrodisiac with my sex, thank you very much.

As the warmth spread through my chest, that interesting feeling was growing stronger, and along with it, something different. My tits were changing, shifting somehow. Things were happening. Finally! It wasn't the plant this time. The stingers weren't moving or pumping, but I could see my cupcakes were slowly rising out from my chest. I took a breath. The good part was that my tits, while still round and inflated looking, were starting to look more like real tits, just bigger. The feeling of pressure inside was dropping quickly. The bad part was that my swelling tits were driving themselves into the needles as they grew out.

It was weird, feeling how my body was changing inside. Nothing much hurt--far from it--but my hooters were doing things that tits don't normally do. They squeezed new places, shifted in others, and stretched wider in waves. It was a hoot to watch. I envisioned them developing into prehensile members, grabbing at passing strangers, and had to emote extra hard to hide my smile.

But that's when I realized a growing problem. The tips of my expanding hooters were still long-gone numb, but the odd men out were my nipples. They were tingly but starting to lose their totally numb feeling. Not bad yet, but the drugs were fading fast. The tapered plant-needles? They were still pushed right through the middle of each bump, and they were locked in place, as soft and forgiving as concrete. So as my melons grew, they swelled up and out. That pushed my raspberries further, which drove them further along the needles. And the needles weren't moving back at all. So I watched as my nipples were forced down those tapers. With each wave of growth, the poor little things were pushed a little further up that taper, stretching a little bit more each time. The business end of the needles had been almost hypodermic-needle small, but the back was thicker. I mean, a lot thicker.

It wasn't exactly a problem--not yet, anyway--but the numbness seemed like it was fading too quickly. I felt another gush of juice from the plant. Jeff was a pro, I said, and wouldn't screw up the dosages too much. I repeated that, as my boobs pulsed again. I could feel the subsequent changes begin.

Looking closely at my honkers (and how could I not?), the change was easy to see. On the one hand, it was neat to watch as the headlights swelled and grew. It was slow at first, but they were picking up steam. It was a fun spectacle, even for me. They'd spread wider, then push up (add squeaky nipple sounds if you want), then start another wave of widening. I was guessing, but they looked like they were already an Anime medium (maybe a C-cup), although it was hard to tell exactly against my tiny frame. My coconuts were tingling more now, that's for sure, the itchy heat was already transitioning into something... oooh, nice. Something really very lovely.

Except for my nipples. The numbness kept fading. At the same time, each pulse of juice and each ripple of new growth was driving the tips a little further up the tapered bio-needles toward their frighteningly wide bases. They were already incredibly stretched, and each new pulse had me tensing as a little more of the feeling got through.

I like pain, at least some kinds, and this was definitely a kind I wanted. It was vaguely like a nipple clamp but in reverse. Does that make sense? And it was happening slowly enough that I could prepare. The idea of it happening just as my breasts were blowing up into hooters was turning me on, too.

But it was a lot of sensation. Was the earlier anesthetic being overwhelmed by whatever biochemical soup was being pumped into my chest? It was still a weird mix. Most of my body felt like I was getting excited. Warm and almost friendly, it mostly centered in my chest, but I could feel my whole body getting tingly. It was strong, but not bad.

The nips, though, were at the edge of overload, and that feeling was only increasing. It felt weird and different, a combination of sharp pleasure and stretching pain.

"I will never become your slave!" I ad-libbed. "No matter whaaAHH!" I yelled as the plant squeezed another load into me, then I glared theatrically at the camera. "You cannot break my spirit!" And I was really getting into it. Like I said, I like a little pain, and this was just the right kind. But underneath the fantasy, the real feeling was getting intense.

My tits settled back as the last load of juice was absorbed. I could relax as the poor nipples pulled back slightly down the tapers, relaxing the worst of the strain. Then the needles shot another load into me just as my tits swelled up on their own, driving my breasts even further out onto the needles. My nipples were sending muffled but increasingly loud notices of 'Ow, ow, ow, that's way too much!' to my poor, overwhelmed mind.

I felt the suction resume, an interesting and different set of sensations as the air dragged the twins out more and more. That part hurt, too, and I wasn't as sure it was precisely a sexual feeling. But I have to admit, it was goddamn sexual to watch--visual magic. Add in the shifting and growing, and you have video profits. I hope, anyway. We all watched as each new pump of air pulled my honkers just a bit harder. And now that I was adapting, it felt better. Well, except for the shouting from my nipples.

It was almost perfect. I wanted to be a little afraid. I hadn't even been alarmed earlier, which had been a problem. Now that I was scared, I was getting both sides: aroused at how it was torturing me, and afraid that Jeff might screw this up and actually hurt me. I looked in shock and fear at each tit, trying to leave myself acting space in case I needed it later.

But now it wasn't entirely acting. My boobs jiggled out more, sending another shot of pain/pleasure from my nipples straight to my cunt. I was getting spooked and seriously considering my safeword. This was edging into the 'way too much' end of my pain scale. I loved the fantasy, mind you. I imagined the water monster was trying to force me, and I had to resist. I took a deep breath, which was excruciating and exhilarating in equal measure. God, that hurt! I'd be masturbating to this scene for weeks. And I didn't want to break the filming at all. No way I'd get back into the mood if I did. It was perfect on so many levels!

But it was hurting! I started negotiating. I'd wait another five seconds, and if it were still bad, I'd tap out.

It was a long five-count, but at the end, things seemed to be getting better. My poor girls were adapting, at least a little. At the same time, the fluid was absorbing. Even with my breasts edging into giants, my nipples managed to slide down the needles a little, taking some strain off. The pain had half faded, and my nipples were feeling hotter and hotter. I started to breathe, trying to relax. This was workable, I said to myself.

Until the drugs seemed to go into overdrive, bulging my tits out in a fluid wave, driving my nipples farther down the needles. I hissed in surprise, new pain blasting back and forth across my chest.

At the same time, I finally felt the pleasure part of the mix firing up. I was so hot that if tentacles weren't actively groping me, I'd be leaking down both legs. It was amazing. I was deep in my fantasy of being tortured for my secrets. I'd hold out! It was making me so hot, but I was struggling so much that I was still ready to use the word. Gritting my teeth (photogenically for the camera zooming in), I gave myself another five-count, panting quickly and shallowly.

It worked. By about 'four,' the pain faded again, just drifting away. Now the girls were exceptionally warm, with the nubbins their fiery centers. My nips were still sending me loud 'jeez, that's a lot!' signals, but they were mostly erotic feelings. The tearing, burning feeling was almost gone. My breathing slowed down from strained sips, and I unclenched my hands. This seemed nearly fun.

When the next gush filled me, my tits bulged out a little more, pushing my nipples a little further down the needles, but it was only extreme, and not impossible. I was getting my breathing down and began to think I had things under control. My tits shuddered through with another wave of growth, but they spread wider now, covering more of my chest, and pulled back off the needles just a little more. The pressure inside from the last fluid was almost gone.

Then the tit-dome tentacles shifted a little. They'd been completely unmoving up to now. I glanced up to see a wave of muscle contractions moving down the tentacle. It was like it was kind of....

Oh, crap. Another big shot of tit-juice was being pumped my way. Now I could see the bulge moving down the tentacles towards me. I wondered if there'd be weird pumping this time. The bulge seemed larger than before. Did my new, big titties have enough room? They'd been inflated pretty tightly before, but I thought most of that fluid was gone, and my bazooka tits seemed capable of more. That's when I realized that almost all the numbness was gone. My tits weren't very tingling anymore, and my nipples just felt normal. The soft non-feeling had faded, replaced by very specific pulling, stretching, and near-tearing feelings. Those feelings were powerful, but my brain was struggling to interpret them. The sensations were mixed with a lot of... something new.

Then the bulge of fluid reached the flowers. I watched the fluid enter the injectors. I was still keenly aware that the injectors were pushed right through the middle of my still-small, cruelly stretched nipples. Any more and I could use 'em for rings. And as awful as they looked--and they looked bad, stretched that far--the feeling inside was getting stronger; deeper, somehow. Each nipple was still a highly sensitive nub of flesh filled with a vast web of nerve endings. I was worried I wouldn't be able to resist the pain, of course, but now I was afraid for the flesh itself. My poor skin was being stretched into goddamn gaskets! How much more could they take? This would be the wrong time for a costume failure.

I watched my honkers and noticed something interesting. The needles weren't as rigid as I'd thought. They were flexible, at least in the middle. I could see they were being squeezed a little smaller by my nipples. You go, girls! And thank god! I couldn't imagine what it would have felt like otherwise.

The tingling in my breasts was becoming almost a buzzing, louder and more insistent. The straining around my nipples was still yelling for attention, but was virtually replaced by that 'humming' feeling from both mounds. Even the pulling around the centers was finally calming down.

The first gush of new fluid renewed the pressure inside the injectors. The dose was bigger than ever, and both organic tit-injector needles expanded more than before. Because my nipples had slipped up the needles when they'd been thinner, this suddenly spread my poor nipples a long way past anything they'd done before.

And I realized my nipples weren't numb at all when the first sensation hit me right between the eyes. My world lit up instantly and savagely. I gasped, overloaded and blinded, my ears roaring. I reflexively grabbed at my chest, but only lurched, the tentacles holding me back. I arched up helplessly, then arched even harder. There might be more I forget until I finally flopped back. I remember the harsh sound as I gasped for another breath. It didn't sound like anything I'd done before. The whole time, I was thrashing as much as the tentacles allowed.

None of this was an act. I didn't have enough focus or concentration to pretend to anything fancy. This was real and overwhelming.

The drugs were so thick in my veins that they were changing my perceptions of everything. The sudden stretching hurt like a motherfucker--don't think it didn't--but at the same time, it felt wonderful, like the best torture available. I can't even say it was pain anymore, not exactly, although it wasn't anyone's definition of 'nice,' either. It was a vicious stimulation that overwhelmed my consciousness. Not that it wasn't erotic, because it was. Oh, fuck yeah! I think I climaxed three times just from the first big pulse, but it was so distant compared to everything else, I almost didn't notice. Each orgasm was so quick, and the sensations flashed past me so rapidly, that it left me confounded and completely unsatisfied. 'What the crap was that!' I thought. Individually, each climax was fleeting, a slight bounce on top of that huge hill. I tried to follow each one, but they were gone faster than I could follow. I couldn't even distinguish one from the next. Even taken together, they were finished almost before they'd begun. It had ended before I was ready to start.

It was so deeply frustrating! Even though it was a kind of sexual climax, I didn't get any significant relief. I need to feel my orgasms and roll in them before they're satisfying. Hell, I'd like to at least join in. Instead, it felt like my body had gone through some hyper-speed climax without me.

At the next pulse, I shuddered again, my tits burning in new pain and pleasure. I'm sure my eyes rolled up, but I'd lost most of my senses as I witnessed another string of insta-cums flash by without me. They were just as driven, as sharp and quick as before, still at the edge of being painful.

The result was savage, slamming into me hard. It was wild and wonderful, and deeply frustrating. It was intense, but didn't even try to satisfy me like a normal cum would. Fucking piss-licker! It was like watching a picture of someone else's orgasm. I groaned when the firecracker string ended, tired and yet more wound up than ever.

With the next pulse, I just rode along. Not a lot of choice; I didn't have much room for complicated thoughts. It felt just as overwhelming, but while I was gone, my tits had shifted a little further into the 'pleasure' end. It wasn't painful at all now, but the pleasure was still violently intense and fast. I bounced through another string of frustrating climaxes, shuddering and shaking like I'd been plugged into AC.

At the next pulse, I managed to keep a little concentration. I was still thrashing and shuddering, the firecracker string of orgasms lighting my chest again, but I was almost on top of the speed and power of the sensations. I thought. I only managed to breathe again between the fifth and sixth pulses, and by the seventh, the injectors were almost empty.

I came down, shuddered, and gasped. I hadn't gotten a lot of air before now. My tits were still aflame with that unfulfilling erotic heat that had me so frustrated I was keening.

I opened my eyes, gulping air. My tits weren't getting flooded, but they were growing again, pushing up and spreading as I watched. Talk about door-knockers! Those were some big-ass teats! They were rapidly filling in the space around them under the transparent domes, although there was still a little room to go. The pumps sucked out more air, and my tits pulsed with new waves of growth.

And with each shudder of new pressure, my nipples were driven even further out the tapered needles. I lost track of the fine details after my eyes rolled up.