Part 11
There was only one tentacle left, and it was warily hovering over her, swaying to and fro.
Cona was perched at the bottom of the stall on her plumpened ass, her legs spread wide, and her clothes moist with sweat.
"C'mon, just go back in," she groaned as she rubbed her belly more. She was beginning to fear it had a preference for being outside. But finally, the tentacle began to retract, Cona moaning as she subtly tightened, until the rounded head, too, pushed its way through and disappeared inside her.
Cona sat there, trying to catch her breath.
The assault had gone on for an hour, the three tentacles massaging goo into her bloated flesh, and Cona just couldn't figure out why.
Cona tentatively touched the skin of her belly. She must have looked overdue with child by then. And her skin felt softer than it had before - more plump than firm now. And there was certainly some amount of resistance, her fingers able to press into the bloated flesh.
Holding onto the walls of the stall, Cona slowly climbed to her feet. She stayed still for a few moments, just to ensure that her trembling legs didn't decide to fail her. She then made her way out of the stall, walked to the mirror, and leaned heavily on the counter.
Her round breasts were close to popping out of the top of her shirt, round nipples bulging out, incredibly swollen and erect. And her belly was pushing out below the top, her belly button large and round, protruding considerably. Her round ass was bulging out far enough that her skirt could barely accommodate it anymore. She fidgeted and tugged at her clothes in feeble efforts to maintain modesty. The fact that she was soaked in sweat just made everything that much worse. The small jacket around her shoulders hardly helped at all.
Cona slid her hands up her belly, into her shirt, and beneath her breasts where they encountered an arbitrary roll of fat. And it was tender. It resemble a pair of abdominal muscles but was purely comprised of fatty tissue. Cona lightly massaged the tingling flesh for a few moments, but then as she grew breathless, she withdrew her hands.
Cona turned to look at the door, her long ponytail swinging behind her. She had to get back on task. She had to get to the lab.