Jenny pushed her heavy backpack up on her shoulders again as she walked down the steps to the busy subway. She had a few hours of homework to do when she got home and was in a hurry to get on the right train.

The air underground was unusually damp and muggy, and she frowned as she pulled her long brunette hair in to a loose ponytail. The hoodie emblazoned with her school logo and mascot felt too thick and sweaty, even though it was cool and a bit windy out in the open.

She felt a bit off at the change of temperature. Jenny tugged at the neck of her sweater and swallowed as it felt too tight. After a few seconds of discomfort she shook her head and tried to focus on getting to the right train.

The air conditioning on the train immediately made her feel better, though this time it was almost too cool. Putting the hood of her jacket up, she leaned her head back. Slowly the cold air blowing on her and the rythmic rocking back and forth of the subway train lulled her to sleep.

The sudden stop of the train jolted her awake and she quickly stood up and got off the train without looking at the stop. She knew she had over slept and just hoped to be able to walk a few extra blocks without issue. However, once she was out of the train she noticed that no one else accompanied her, and the car was empty. Looking around at the rest of the stop she saw it was just the same- completely devoid of other people. She swallowed nervously as she took a few hesitant steps forward before stopping. This was probably a bad idea...

But by the time she turned to go get back on the train, the doors were sliding shut and it was sliding away on the rails.

"N-no! Wait!" Her voice echoed in the empty station. It made her feel even more alone.

As she stood there in shock for a few seconds, she noticed that the air was definitely more humid, and uncomfortably hot. She didn't want to take off her sweater though, and only pushed the arms up as she slowly started to walk down the empty platform.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Jenny called out quietly without really hoping for an answer. She walked parallel to the tracks, staying on the platform in case another train car came through. So far though, it seemed deserted. It was even clean, which was odd for a regularly used station.

Suddenly she let out a groan and put her palm to her forehead. She had a cellphone, of course! She could see where she was and find a way home. But when she pulled it out of her backpack, there was absolutely no service. A moan of desperation escaped her mouth and she felt tears at the corners of her eyes.

Still desperate, she kept walking, a little faster now. She didn't notice a heavy damp fog start to form until she could hardly see anything in front of her.

Her foot suddenly caught on something soft on the ground, and she nearly tripped. When she looked down there was nothing there, but her shoe was covered in something sticky and slimy. A trail of the same stuff led away in to the fog. Heart beating so fast she thought it would burst, she started to jog.

Jenny suddenly tripped again and this time she fell flat, crushed by the heavy backpack. Her vision hazed as the wind was knocked out of her. In the fog, she could see something slithering closer. Warm, slimy tentacles wrapped around her legs and ankles and started to pull her across the ground.

Soon the fog slowly cleared but now it was even hotter, and the ground she was being dragged across was covered in some sort of clear, oddly smelling slime. Even though she tried to writhe to get let loose the tentacles only gripped her tighter. Suddenly it stopped... at least moving forward. She felt her legs going up, and then her whole body was held upside down.

Her heavy backpack fell to the floor with a loud 'splat' and was dragged away by more tentacles. She wanted to feel worried for the work and books inside but this was much more drastic than just her school work being taken.

"Oh... You caught a good one. Nice job." A silky male voice rang out from the fog and she tried to swivel around to find it.

"H-hello? Who's there?!"

No one answered, but a smirking man, about her age, finally came in to view. He looked odd though, with tousled platinum blonde hair and strangely fair skin.

"Oh you are a beauty." He looked at her distantly. "But you are wearing a bit too much to work with. Let's take care of that." With a flourish of his hand and a brighter smile, he showed her a small but sharp-looking knife.

"Hey! What are you going to do with that!" Jenny fought and wiggled in the air, trying to fend him off, but more tentacles reached up from the ground and grabbed her hands, pulling them down. The stress of the fight left her breathless. Being so long upside down didn't help either.

"Oh don't worry," the man said laughingly. "I won't hurt you. But I need to make sure those clothes are gone." Tsking like he shouldn't have to do menial work like this, he made quick work with the knife. First he made a single slit down the front of her sweater and shirt, and once that was done made a cut through the middle of her bra. Jenny only became that much more worried and embarrassed when he didn't seem at all interested in looking, and only cut through the arms to finally strip away the covering from her top half.

"This part might be a bit trickier..." He frowned as he looked at her dark denim jeans. "Forgive me if I give you a few cuts."

"Hey!" She started to struggle more as he grabbed her ankle, until she realized that it would really hurt if she did get cut with that sharp knife. Besides, who knew where it had been?

Just as quickly as she had her shirt taken, her pants and underwear were gone too. The man held up the remains of the lacey panties and smirked. "Well well, perhaps you were prepared for today."

Jenny didn't answer, only blushing as all clothing was finally stripped away.

Slowly the tentacles holding her hands started to raise, and she made a relieved sigh as she was held more upright. The rush of blood from her head made her dizzy for a few seconds, and she didn't notice that she had moved slightly.

Her face paled as she looked around. She had been taken to a room that looked like a mass of tentacles and clear goo, from floor to ceiling.

"What... What is this...?"

The man walked in, his pale skin blushed pink. It was only now that he looked aroused and she gulped at the thought.

"You'll be used like you're supposed to of course. The creatures won't allow me to stay..." He put on an odd pout. "So you should count yourself lucky." With that he stepped backwards and the wall of tentacles closed.

At first it was totally dark, and very hot and muggy. Her whole body was covered in sweat after a few minutes panting in the dark, unsure of where she was or what was going on in the dark. There was a quiet 'schlick schlick' from all around, where the tentacles covered in slime and goo wiggled and moved.

Slowly something started to appear in the darkness. It seemed that maybe one in five of the tentacles that were visible glowed a soft yellow-green light, illuminating the space. It was then that she saw some of them rising from the floor and walls, waving towards her like they were sniffing the air. One started towards her face and two more towards her nude entrances. Panicking, she tried to cross her legs or bring them together, but the four tentacles holding her feet and arms tightened, slowly bringing her towards the floor where they were surrounded by others that drew her legs as far apart as they could. In the process she became nearly covered in the warm slick slime.

She cried out in pain as the stretched far enough to pull muscles, and surprisingly the pressure let up by a hair to make it bearable. However- the other tentacles were still headed for their original destinations.

The three approaching tentacles paused just inches away from her body, and in the dim light she could see one slowly approach again. At first she was worried that it was going to penetrate her almost-virgin vagina, but it suddenly dipped and pressed against her tight anus.

"O-OH!!" It startled her even though she tried to prepare for it, and didn't know if she was more surprised at the odd pleasure of the wiggling warm tentacle inside her or at how easily it slid in. She could feel more and more sliding in, sensing it going farther and farther inside. The unfamiliar sensation left her panting even when it finally stopped. Jenny could feel the entire tentacle moving and undulating without stopping.

The tentacle near her face suddenly moved more in to view as well, and when she took in a breath to scream out in protest, it was already in her mouth. Lubricated with so much slime it slid down her throat without making her gag, though it muted her moans and cries. By then even she wasn't sure if her screams were to make it stop or to keep going.

The tentacle in her mouth kept sliding down, and she looked down to see her abdomen expand slightly as the tentacle pooled in her stomach. When it stopped she could swear that it had met up with the other one, going through and through.

Now she was almost expectant of the last one... She had only had sex a few times with her boyfriend a few years ago and had been abstinent ever since. Maybe it was something in the slime, or the feel of the other tentacles already inside her, but she could feel her own wetness oozing from inside in anticipation. It seemed to be able to sense that, and quickly buried itself inside her wet vagina without a second's pause.

Jenny's muffled cries weren't loud enough to be heard outside the slimy room, but all the tentacles around her started to wiggle and move around her. Her eyes were half shut in ecstasy as the tentacle thrust in and out, and far enough in to bump against the opening to her womb.

After she was filled to the brim with slimy tentacle, the one in her mouth started to undulate, making strange motions. Looking around in the soft light, she saw bulges start to appear in the tube, moving towards her mouth. She tried to bite at the tentacle to keep it from forcing one in to her mouth, but the motions continued anyway, forcing her jaw open around a strange object inside and making it go down her throat.

The same thing happened three more times before she felt the same sort of widening at her anus. This made her shudder with delight, as she could feel each shape moving up and farther in to her. It was then that she dimly realized that these were eggs- but obviously it was too late to fight it.

Finally the tentacle in her vagina started to widen but it stopped at just one. Moaning and confused as to why the pleasure stopped there, it was then that she felt the tentacle forcing it's way through her cervix and in to her womb to deposit the egg.

Something hot and tight welled up in her and as the first egg was pushed in, through the tight opening and into her uterus. She felt a second egg join the first as her hips bucked upwards, and as the third was delivered she felt her whole body tense up in pleasure.

'Tentacles... and eggs... made me cum...' she thought to herself, wanting to laugh. It was almost too ridiculous to be true.

Over the next few... minutes? Hours? Days? Jenny couldn't tell... the tentacles filled her with more and more eggs, bringing her to climax more than a few times. By the time the deliveries finally stopped she was exhausted and out of breath. It was a bit of a relief to have them slither out of her.

The tentacles at her hands and feet still held her, but as she wiggled and buried herself more in to the hot mass of them around her, she could feel the eggs move in her abdomen. She wasn't sure how she hadn't burst open and spilled them away yet.

Over the next few days she was trapped in the tentacled room, fed through another tentacle that she gladly accepted down her throat. The eggs inside Jenny somehow seemed to get even bigger, and soon she couldn't see over her massive belly, or her breasts that had become engorged with milk in the process.

Somehow she knew the process was almost complete when a new pair of tentacles showed up, wrapping around each breast to squeeze and milk her. It felt amazing, and copious amounts of white liquid started to ooze from her erect nipples.

In her abdomen she felt a sudden quiver and the sensation of things moving and sliding around. Was it already time for the eggs to be hatched? Her breasts were still massaged as she felt a gush of liquid out of both her lower orifices. The first egg appeared out of her stuffed-to-the-brim digestive tract, pushed out with a moan of pleasure. Another followed a few seconds after, and the rate continued until the last one was laid with a grunt and a sigh. The huge mass in her belly was mostly gone, but she still looked It was then that she felt the first real contraction.

It was different than anything she had ever expected. Instead of pain, it was a huge rush of pleasure as she felt her body constrict around the mass of eggs in her womb. The first one slid in to her vagina and she fought to keep it inside. Nothing had ever filled her so completely before and she didn't want it to stop. However, another contraction soon followed, pushing out another egg and slowly making her push them past her lower lips and on to the soft tentacle-covered floor. Each few eggs pressed out of her were enough to bring her to orgasm. She had lost count of the times she had cum by the time all eggs had been laid.

Jenny lay there panting, out of breath and exhausted. Her huge belly was now almost back to normal. With each small clenching of her insides, it cinched back closer to the original size. At that time the tentacles around her breasts finally left, it almost made her feel lonely.

It was then that the tentacles started to part, and a door way opened. After the dim light shed from the glowing room, it was too bright for her to see at first.

"They're finally done... And so many! You're a better one than we've had in a while..." The man from earlier stood in the light. He picked up one of the eggs and held it up. It was large- she wasn't sure how it had fit in her, or come out with so much pleasure instead of pain- and clear, and it seemed to give slightly as it was held. Inside was a wiggling tentacle, jerking back and forth every few seconds.

"This should last us a while," he said confidently. "And now that you've been used, it's time to take care of you."

Before she even realized what was going on, Jenny felt a wet cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose. When she tried to breathe in, she felt faint and quickly lost consciousness.

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When she came to, she was in a hospital room, surrounded by her family. According to them, she had gotten off at the wrong stop and was hit by debris falling from the ceiling of an abandoned subway stop. It had taken them days to finally find her, and by then most of her belongings had been stolen.