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Hi everyone. Well, I finally revisited Tentacle Button after all this time. It might have some minor inconsistencies, but following up something after 8 years is tough. I feel like I’m a much better writer now, but this was a tricky piece to write. I hope you enjoy, and if you don’t, get in the comments! Tell me why. See you in a few days with Gimme Shelter Part 2!
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Chapter Two
The black abyss enveloping Sophie comforted her. She didn’t dream, nor was she fully aware of herself or where she was. There was nothing, and that was okay. It gave her more time to sleep and rest, nestled up against the void. Nothing could hurt her, and soon everything would be okay.
When she next opened her eyes, it felt like years had passed by. Sophie wasn’t in her classmate Tsuki’s shower, covered with the cum of a dozen invading tentacles. She seemed to be in a lab of some kind, with bright, glaring lights just outside of her plastic enclosure.
The bed beneath her was comfortable enough, but it was cold in there. Everything was too chilly, and she began shivering immediately. Hugging her knees to her chest made her realize there was something else wrong. Her stomach distended out as if she was eight months pregnant. She felt something inside of her shift and move.
“What the fuck,” she croaked, mouth dry and voice all but gone. There was a sink there, and she got up on unsteady feet and lurched over to it. She turned on the tap and greedily scooped handful after handful of water into her mouth, until she had her fill and felt even more bloated than before.
Suddenly wide awake and no longer thirsty, Sophie had time to look around. The enclosure was about the size of her room in the dorms, with a toilet, sink, bed, and nothing else. Nothing to do, no way to tell the time, not any hint of life or warmth, and God, she needed to warm up.
An intercom crackled to life. “Hello there, Ms. Meyers. Please do not be alarmed. We mean you no harm, and have every intention of helping you out of here as early as is safe. How do you feel?”
Sophie blinked. How did she feel? “Cold,” she answered, assuming the man on the other side could hear her. “Can we make it warmer in here please?”
Silence, but the vents along the ceiling hummed to life and gusts of warmer air blasted her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat on the bed under the closest vent. “Thanks. Where’s Tsuki? That bitch has a lot to answer for!”
“Ms. Takamura is here, and is being reprimanded for her carelessness. You may see her in time, if that is your wish. We understand you were something like friends.”
“Something like it,” Sophie muttered under her breath. “How long have I been in here?”
“You’ve been asleep under our surveillance for three days now. Your parents have been informed that you were in an accident involving dangerous chemicals, and are being held in quarantine until we can get to the bottom of things. Including the creature inside of you.”
She knew she should’ve been afraid, but fear was the last thing on Sophie’s mind. Her belly felt so incredibly full, and she felt something moving around in there, but the only thing that she felt was affection for the thing. A warm, tingly feeling that made her nipples and clit throb. Memories of the shower heated her up better than the vents could.
“I want to go home,” she said. “I have rights.”
Silence reigned for several seconds. Just as she was about to get mad and start yelling, the man’s voice came back, full of remorse. “That won’t be possible, Ms. Meyers. We can’t risk the creature getting out in public. As it is, we have no idea how it’s going to affect you. Your life could be in danger. Now that you’re awake, we’ll be running several tests on you.
“For now, you must be hungry. Food will be sent in momentarily. Please be patient, and do not attempt to escape or fight us. It will not end well for you, and we will prioritize the lives of our staff. Is this understood?”
The worst part was how sensible it all sounded. They were all reasonable precautions and demands, but Sophie didn’t give a rat’s ass. They were holding her prisoner, and had threatened her. She’d always been a hothead, but now the rage wriggled inside her, making her want to launch herself at the window to the rest of the lab. Before she could, she was struck by a familiar feeling of emptiness. It was a touch on her mind and emotions from too far to trace.
It soothed over the burning desire to break things, and whispered the start of a plan. Rather than words, they came through pictures, feelings, and memories, implanted directly into her brain. There was no way the scientists keeping her hostage would ever know what went on under the surface. Not until it was too late.
“I understand,” Sophie finally said. “I won’t try anything. Please, I’m really, really hungry.” It didn’t take much to sound pouty and sad.
“Sit back, and we’ll send you something. I know how scary this must seem, but we are on your side, Ms. Meyers.”
“I understand,” Sophie repeated.
Only a few minutes later, a person in a hazmat suit came up to the enclosure with a rolling cart laden with a soup, sandwich, a bottle of Gatorade, and some fruit. They opened pulled and a part of the enclosure came out, perfectly sealed so as to not give her any chance to get through. In the food went, then the person closed it up, sending the food over to her.
Sophie got up and slowly walked over to the box. The person in the hazmat suit stayed where they were, observing her. She paid them no mind and picked up the tray of food and brought them back to the bed. The smell of tomato soup and grilled cheese hit her with the nostalgia of cold winter nights, and warming up.
Her stomach let out a wildcat yowl. The hunger had been fine until she smelled it, and now she needed it. Sophie grabbed the sandwich and dipped it into the soup before biting off a chunk and moaning around it. It took maybe five minutes to clear it all, and wash it down with a funky tasting gatorade. She didn’t care.
“What’s your name?” she asked, either to the person outside the enclosure, or the man on the intercom. Whoever was listening and willing to answer. Hazmat Suit shook their head with a shrug. They wouldn’t be revealing themselves, it seemed.
“Fine, fuck you then,” Sophie said petulantly. She cradled her full stomach, stroking the stretched out skin. Although she looked pregnant and felt something inside of her, it didn’t feel how she expected it to be. There weren’t any aches or pains, nausea, or anything like that. She didn’t even feel especially heavy or slowed down.
Wait, there was the heaviness. Sophie blinked, and the world went fuzzy. Realization hit her as her consciousness slipped away. The bastards had drugged her. “Fuck,” she muttered before the fog took her.
Unlike the last time, she remained dimly aware of everything around her. The enclosure opened, and Hazmat came in with the rolling tray, the second layer came equipped with several syringes and needles, as well as a few things like a blood pressure cuff and other devices to measure her health.
“I’m sorry,” a feminine voice said from the Hazmat, warped slightly by the voicebox. “We can’t take any risks. You’ll wake up and be fine soon, but I’m going to have to take some blood.”
Sophie groaned and worked her mouth uselessly. After several seconds, she managed to get out, “Tsuki?”
The figure bowed her head, either in acknowledgment or shame. “I promise I’ll fix this, Sophie. I’m so, so sorry this happened to you. But you should’ve listened to me.”
“Fuck…you…” she ground out. It took all of her strength but she managed to roll to her back. That’s when her strength left her entirely, and she stared blankly up at the ceiling while her classmate wrapped a rubber band around her arm, then drew several vials of blood.
Again, that feral anger boiled inside her. She’d repay this betrayal with every violation and torment she could conceive of. That bitch had gotten her into this mess with her stupid tentacle button, and now she was her captive. The void called to her, and she promised she’d give her classmate over to it as a gift when this was all over.
Ten, fifteen minutes later, Tsuki was done and retreated. Sophie stopped fighting and surrendered to the fog, sleeping once more.
When she awoke again, she was calm enough, but faced something entirely worse: boredom.
“Can I get a TV or something? Maybe some music? You can’t expect me to stay in here forever with nothing to do!”
The intercom crackled, and classic rock played, just slightly too loud for comfort. Sophie sighed. “Something other than dad music? Something more recent?”
The music cut out, replaced by EDM. It was a little better, she guessed. It reminded her of times in clubs with friends on the weekend. Had her parents told anyone else about her captivity? Did anyone notice or care? The thought depressed her and made her lay back down. The music was as energetic as she wasn’t, but it beat silence.
Grief hit her, for the life she’d lost. No matter what happened, she knew that there was no going back to normal. She didn’t even want it back to normal, so long as it wasn’t spent in a plastic cage. Sophie sighed and tried to focus on the music and put everything else out of her mind.
Her stomach lurched, and she cradled it protectively. Maybe it was her imagination, but it looked smaller than it had earlier, and softer. What was going on?
The day passed by at a crawl. Three different times she requested different music, and was rewarded with, more or less, something she wanted. A few hours later, more food came, but this time she didn’t trust it. Not until the intercom came to life and promised her not to drug it. Her hunger took over and she devoured it, but they weren’t lying this time.
Eventually, the only thing left to do was sleep. Unlike the last time, when she’d been out for a week. Sophie Meyers dreamed.
The world she stood on was a lush, vibrant place of all the colors of the sunset, with a purple sky. Serpents slithered in the grass by her feet, looking disturbingly similar to the twin tentacles that had violated her and shown her pleasure she’d never dreamed of. Enough pleasure to break her mind and remake it wrong.
She knew that then, in that special way dreams had of filling in the blanks. She belonged to this planet more than earth now, but she was caught between two worlds. But not for too much longer.
Sophie walked on, in the direction of a jungle filled with orange and yellow topped trees and mushrooms the size of skyscrapers. Creatures ran by, things out of the nightmares of HP Lovecraft, writhing masses of appendages and squat, lizardly creatures with tendrils coming off their back as they skittered by. Maybe the author had seen into this world, and tried to warn everyone. Or maybe it was just a dream. She doubted it.
The heat should’ve been oppressive, but it invigorated her, as did the humidity. That dry, frigid feeling went away and she let herself relax…mostly.
“Why am I here?” Sophie called out. “I received the plan, I think. I know what I need to do, but not how. Please, tell me something.”
She got her answer, but not in anything as clear as words. The grass by her feet shimmered and two six foot long tentacles slithered through the air. One was orange, the other green, and they were as thick around as her waist at the base. Unlike the ones in the shower, they didn’t grab her and hold her in place.
They did, however, run along her body. The suckers kissed her skin, and comfort radiated through her. Sophie wasn’t alone. She’d never be alone again, now that she’d made contact with the void and been granted its gift. Her stomach, still round in the dream, lurched. The creature inside her twisted, and a burning pain consumed her from the inside out.
Sophie woke up screaming in agony and ecstasy. She clutched her rapidly shrinking belly as the pain lit all of her nerves on fire. Alarms went off, both in her head and in real life, complete with flashing red lights.
She had only a bare awareness of it. All of her attention remained on her belly as blood pooled between her legs. She screamed at the sight of it, and a second later the enclosure opened. Three people in hazmat suits burst in with a gurney. Two of them grabbed Sophie by the shoulders and legs, and she was too weak and in pain to fight them.
They strapped her in and wheeled her out. Blood continued to ooze out of her, but she knew it wouldn’t be fatal. It wasn’t what they thought either, and she would’ve smiled if it didn’t hurt so much. The last laugh would be hers.
The facility looked like every secret scientific compound she’d ever seen in a movie, mostly blank white halls, glaring lights, and every room seemed to be able to be sealed off in case of the worst. As Sophie groaned in pain and her head lolled around, people on the other side of windows stared with fear as she passed.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Tsuki’s modulated voice came from the side. “We’re going to get you help, Sophie. I promise.”
“Your fault…” Sophie groaned. It was all part of the performance, the plan. The little nerd’s conscience would be her undoing.
They rushed her into a hospital, where they unstrapped her from the gurney and strapped her back into a hospital bed. Her stomach was nearly entirely flat now, with just the barest bump to indicate that something had happened.
“What the hell happened?” a doctor wearing scrubs and a normal mask demanded.
“We think she lost the parasite,” one of the Hazmats said. “Looks like a miscarriage of some kind!”
“See? It’s gone. Let me go…” Sophie slurred. The pain was almost gone now, replaced with an odd euphoria. Now she just wanted to laugh, and run around. She pulled against the restraints fruitlessly.
The doctor frowned. “We need to sedate her if we’re going to inspect her.”
“Not again!” Sophie really fought now, and two of the Hazmats piled on her to hold her down. She looked at the third, Tsuki, with hate in her eyes. Although she couldn’t see the nerd’s face, Tsuki backed away slowly.
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated.
But then a syringe went into Jane’s arm and all the fight went out of her. Her thoughts and breathing slowed down in seconds, and her last conscious thought was how much fun she would have getting them back for this treatment. Being sedated repeatedly over the past few days wasn’t fun.
The doctors ran more tests, including an invasive pelvic exam. She wanted to snark about them not being her gynecologist, but she just slurred and drooled over herself. The restraints remained, even after the sedation wore off and she was left with her thoughts and anger for company.
In some ways, it was better than being stuck in the room. Her body had gone back to her normal slender, toned self, although now she had purple stretchmarks across her middle. A surge of pride went through her, at what she went through and came out of. The tentacles had surprised her, but in the end they made her better. They completed her, and any sign of that was something to be proud of.
Doctors would come in and out at regular intervals, no longer wearing hazmat suits but just simple gloves, scrubs, and surgical masks. No matter how many times Sophie tried to get their attention or ask a question, they ignored her and focused on reading the machines she was attached to.
She bided her time, knowing things wouldn’t be this way forever. The patience wasn’t her own, but she happily borrowed it from the void beyond. Her master had lived through eons in a thousand different worlds. A few hours or days strapped to a hospital bed wouldn’t stop them.
It took another full day of sullen silence before Tsuki came back as part of a group. She was a good half foot shorter than the next shortest person, and most of the doctors and scientists dwarfed her.
“Hello Sophie,” Tsuki said. Although the nervousness remained, she sounded more confident than she ever had before. Maybe it was because she was in her element. Maybe it was because Sophie was strapped to a bed naked. “I’ve got some good news.”
“And what’s that?” she retorted. “You’re going to put me out of my misery?”
Rather than answer, the leader of the group cleared his throat. “Not as such. We’ve been testing the air around you and your blood. You are different than before, but as far as we can tell, you aren’t contagious. That means, if you’re willing to behave, we can give you more freedom around the facility. You will still be confined to a few rooms, but it’s better than an isolated bed.”
Sophie stared him down. The voice was familiar. “You’re the asshole who got me to trust you, and then you drugged me.”
The scientist shrugged. “I don’t expect you to understand. We’re dealing with a being from another world here. We don’t know anything about it, other than it can create spatial anomalies and…”
“And it’s a bunch of tentacles!” Sophie snapped. “Trust me, I got that. Your little teacher’s pet over there saw what happened. What about her, huh? Is she going to get in trouble for having that kind of shit in her apartment? How often have you been using it yourself, you repressed slut!”
Her voice had risen to a shout, causing several of the scientists to back up. Not Tsuki though. She stayed where she was, frozen in place.
“Ms. Takamura has been reprimanded, and was nearly thrown off the team and imprisoned for it. However, we feel that her familiarity to you is an asset, and have given her a second chance. Trust me, we’re not happy with her.”
“Oh, that makes me feel a lot better,” Sophie snapped. The easiest way to act was to genuinely feel things. She didn’t have to pretend to be frustrated and enraged, but a nudge from beyond reminded her to dial it down. “Can you unstrap me now? And maybe give me some clothes?”
A nervous laugh went through the group. The unnamed leader cocked his head to the side. “If you can behave. Ms. Takamura wants to talk to you in…well, let’s be real, there is no privacy here. But in relative privacy. I’ll let her be the judge of whether or not you are released.”
With that, he left and everyone else followed. Everyone except for Tsuki, who remained a good four or five feet away. Sophie breathed in and out, and tried not to glare too hard.
“I can’t say I’m sorry enough,” Tsuki started, “but at the same time, I can’t say I hate seeing you like this. You’ve been so awful to me all year. You push me around constantly and talk over me. You mock me in front of others. I told you not to go into the shower, but since I said it, you had to do the opposite. After I was doing you a favor.”
The anger in her voice surprised Sophie. So the little nerd had a backbone somewhere deep down. All it took was her being bound and unable to resist or fight back. “So all that means it’s okay for me to get tentacle raped!? Fuck you, Tsuki. You deserved to be bullied. Your little crush is as obvious as it is pathetic.”
Tsuki took an unconscious step back. “Ccrush?” Her voice shrunk. “What’re you talking about?”
The bound teen’s laugh was harsh and sudden, driving the nerd back another step. “Oh come on. You can’t look at me without looking like you want to drool. How often do you masturbate to me, Tsuki? You like seeing me bound like this? Did you like seeing me get fucked by your tentacles?”
Although her face was partially hidden, Tsuki visibly flushed. Sophie writhed on the bed, grinding her hips forward lewdly. “You like that, bitch? Look at the way you’re eye me. Disgusting pervert. You’d follow me around like a lost puppy, hoping I’d give you attention. Well, I’m a captive audience now, aren’t I? I bet the only thing stopping you from doing whatever you wanted to me is the fact that we’re being watched!”
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