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Your day is boring so far. It is just another regular shift at your work place ‐ the super secret laboratory for the government.
Sounds crazy, does it not? Sounds like something you would read in a bad fanfiction.
You shake your head, judging yourself for thinking about those fanfictions you usually read at night. You ought not to think about them during the daytime, especially not at work.
As you snap out of your thoughts, you find yourself walking down the long corridor, observing each locked-up creature behind those thick glass windows.
Some are a tad more loud and active, the other ones are quiet and passive.
All kinds of things and creatures are stored here, each of them kept for you and your coworkers to experiment on. It is your job as a super secret scientist for the government after all.
It was indeed a bit scary at first. Accepting such a big offer fresh out of college, even though you only knew how to dissect the eyes of poor animals. Yet you wanted to give yourself a challenge, forcing yourself out of your comfort zone to dive into new, unfamiliar waters.
However, you have always felt like you did not trust this facility. Sure, it was all fancy-sci-fi-ish - due to being funded by the government - yet you cannot get rid of the feeling of distrust whenever you see those glass windows. What if they... break?
It is as if you are keeping a pet snake at home. Well, this is not particularly your home, and you definitely cannot compare those twisted creatures to a simple snake. That would be an understatement. But still, you are someone who would not want these creatures to move past their designated territory.
Sure you feel bad for experimenting on life forms - self-aware or not - but you have got to make a living somehow. And if the government offered you such paychecks, who would even do the morally right thing?
No wonder the government tries to keep this a secret. The public certainly would not tolerate experimenting on those creatures, especially the hybrids, such as the squid hybrid which was brought to the lab a few months ago. The public may call it unethical, since hybrids are half human, but really, who are you to care? You are just a scientist here.
You rather think that those hybrids are... weird. They seem so familiar because of their usual humanoid appearance, yet so strange because of the other genes which make out a good amount of also appearance, behavior and abilities. Let's just say you are still conflicted about whether you think of them as a human or a monster.
The squid hybrid you are thinking about currently is a special case. You do not exactly remember when it was brought to the lab, you would have to look into the files for that one, yet you somehow cannot help but feel bad for the creature - your general inner conflict aside.
You have been instructed to run various tests on the hybrid, also experimenting on it in order to find that one method of weakening the powerful beast. The way it shows awareness of its surroundings or how it always looks at you when you run those tests.... it just leaves you with a strange feeling in your stomach.
It was unusual for a monster, a labrat, to look this human and conscious. That task of yours left you confused, since the squid hybrid does not seem dangerous to you. Yet somehow the subject is kept aside in an extraordinary cage.
Somehow, you did not even notice at first, you started to see it as rather human, the additional ten arms sticking out from its back and the weirdly light blue hair which reminds you of the sea aside.
There is just something so captivating about its appearance. Its ears are decorated by gills, which tend to shimmer through the strands of light blue hair. The way its tentacles swayed left to right when it was relaxing always seems to hypnotize you.
Over all, the creature does not seem that threatening to you with its tentacles and slime, especially when compared to the other creatures in the lab, which had a.... sharper appearance. Or maybe you have been reading a certain type of literature a lot...
Without you even knowing, you find yourself standing in front of that certain cage again.
Subject 69420
A very strange subject indeed. With its human-like appearance it might deceive one, yet the ten squid-like arms emerging from its back make one feel quite unsettled - for most people, that is. Somehow, not for you. Your coworkers have been complaining that you apparently have a thing for the weird creature - nonsense!
You have not found out what abilities it holds, nor if it can talk or listen yet. It only seems to stare at you all day long when you work, its dark blue eyes following your every move since its cage is pretty close to your lab table.
'Kinda creepy,' you think to yourself. You catch yourself glancing at the creature, as if you were trying to observe it. It just looks so powerful, as if it could break out by any second.
That thought makes you feel frightened. What if...? No it could not be. The security system of this lab is too top-notch for you to be in danger. Right?
Multiple thoughts swirling around your brain, you look down at the lab table again, trying to figure out what you were trying to do. This monster is just too distracting. You furrow your brows as you look at the notes again that you took just minutes ago, hoping they will help you get into your usual work flow again.
Pointless.
All you could sense or think about were the burning eyes on your back while facing away from the monster. Holes are being engraved into your delicate skin. If its gaze causes you to feel like this, then what would happen if it broke-
Immediately, your head snaps up as you hear the piercing sound of shattering glass. The sound makes you shiver and you shrug your shoulders.
You look around. Your eyes land on the empty cage and the shattered glass. Instantaneously, you drop everything you have been holding and the items make a thudding noise once they hit the floor.
You begin to panic as your eyes hastily scam the sterile room of the lab. It could not be hiding right? Where? Where is it?
In all that stress and worry, you do notice that something is creeping up behind you. You suddenly notice it when you are turned around and shoved against the nearest plain wall.
You meet eyes with it.
The monster.
It escaped.
"My dear scientist, finally we can meet up close."
Its voice. It can talk. You have always wondered and now you know for sure. The rather raspy but also teasing voice lingers a few seconds in your ears, as if the monster's voice was directly echoing inside your head. Not being able to process this whole situation, you just stare at it in a frightened manner. Some parts of you are even... amazed... excited? But that's just the scientist in you! No other reason....
The monster always looked so different in its water tank, so inhumane. Now it is here, right in front of you. Sure, it still looked unreal to you with its unusual appearance, something you would only see in your wildest dreams.
"No reaction, huh? You're usually very talkative when you tell your coworkers what experiments you've run on me. Yet here you are, keeping your mouth shut."
A cold shiver runs through your body. You begin to realize: The monster probably will not be so friendly, after all you have seen it as a mere subject, a project to experience on and that is how you have treated it so far. Will the monster be hostile? You gulp.
"I think it's time to switch things up, you know, make you the subject and me the scientist," the monster giggles, showing its sharp teeth to you. What does the monster mean...?
You just notice the tentacle around you neck when it begins to squeeze more. In your shock state you did not even notice the other ones wrapping around your wrists and ankles.
You are unable to move a single muscle in your shock state. Your body only reacts when a warm and slimy tentacle wraps around your waist to pull you closer to the monster. The closer you get, the more you notice how huge it is compared to you. You gulp. This cannot possibly end well for you.
You look around the lab and notice how the alarm has not gone off, and your fear only heightens. Trying to remove the tentacle which is wrapped tightly around your waist with your hands, the monster's grip only tightens around your wrists as it follows your panicked gaze.
Unable to move your hands anymore, you admit defeat. You already had a clue about how strong that monster had to be but you were not imagining it could easily manhandle you like that....
"Oh dear scientist, I don't think anyone is coming to save you anytime soon," the monster smirks, eyes on the sleeping security system as it leans closer to whisper into your ear: "That means that I will have a lot of time to experiment on you. It's time for you to take a break. You have been working all day. Oh you must be so tense and stressed. Let me help you."
As you continue struggling, you feel more of those weird feeling tentacles wrapping around your arms and legs, now also daring to move under your labcoat, shirt and pants. By feeling it directly against your skin, you cannot help but to feel more fragile than ever. You shiver deeply.
A short, little and not so innocent thought crosses your mind.
Was this not what you were dreaming of? You quickly shake your head in attempt to get those thoughts out of your head. The monster tilts its head:
"What are you thinking about, my dear scientist? About all the things I could do to you? You know what, I think it's time to finally get revenge. What do you say, my little test subject?"
Another shiver hits your body as you feel more threatened by the powerful presence in front of you. The feeling intensifies when you feel a warm tentacle brushing against your cheek, den teasing your lips with the tip. It is similar to an ordinary hand, yet it feels even softer but also slimier.
Simultaneously, the monster leans in, closer to your ear to whisper: "Oh should I rather say: my toy~"
Your eyes widen when you feel the tentacle being forced into your mouth all of the sudden, leaving no time for you to take a breath before it downs its length down your throat. The monster also does not give you time to comprehend the new situation and you already feel a strange liquid being spilled down your throat. You struggle more in its grip, feeling more and more like throwing up.
You already know what it is. You have come in contact with that liquid in some experiments before and it took you a while to figure out what effects it has.
First you thought it would be something poisonous or even toxic. But then you noticed that the chemicals inside the weird substance are similar to the ones one can find in aphrodisiacs.
Once, while researching, one droplet actually spilled in your hand and already had strong effects on your skin, making it all flushed and sensitive. But having the liquid inserted into your digestive system ‐ you cannot help but wonder what will happen to your body.
The effects of the aphrodisiac surprise you when you feel your muscles relax, almost feeling numb. You are pulled back into reality when the monster retracts its tentacle from your mouth and speaks again:
"Was that too much, my dear? Your face looks kind of red. Well, I couldn’t help myself but to spill every single drop. You just make a monster so excited~"
You shake your head to make those clouded thoughts leave your mind, but somehow they come right back. The aphrodisiac is to blame here (you think).
The monster gives you, again, no time to react when you feel the tentacles, which are wrapped around every limb of you in order to keep you in place, slither all across your body, some still under your clothes. The way the fabric of your clothes is rubbing against your sensitive and flushed skin, you cannot help but gasp at the sensation. Too many tentacles are exploring your still clothed body, to the extent of you not knowing from which direction those 10 tentacles come from.
"Let's see what's underneath that lab coat, hm?" The monster ask, but you can only hear its muffled voice and sleepily shake your head due to the intoxicating effects of the aphrodisiac. Your mouth feels too heavy to talk, so you let it hang open. Meanwhile, your brain is too clouded to form a proper, comprehensible sentence.
Your ears pick up the faint sound of rustling clothes ‐ your clothes ‐ which are being taken off by the monster. First you coat, then your pants, following with your shirt to finally leave you with your underwear.
The monster leans closer and you open your eyes to return its gaze. It observes you closely, scanning you from head to toe and vice versa.
Hastily it leans back again, nods proudly to itself: "Human, you indeed are interesting."
If your head was fully clear right now, you would have asked the monster what weird intentions it had or maybe even scold it for saying that. However, you cannot do anything other than listening and staring at the monster with an empty head.
The feeling of the tentacles now sliding more intensely over your exposed skin feel too good to be true. You really wonder, is that another weird dream of yours?
You hold back a moan by pressing your lips together as the monster teasingly slides it over the rim of your underwear - the last pieces of clothing which are preventing you from losing your mind.
Upon seeing your reactions, the monster chuckles, holding its hand in front of its mouth to prevent the sharp, pointy teeth from showing, almost as if it was mocking you.
The movement of the monster soon intensified, grabbing the string of your underwear only to strip off your last pieces of clothing.
The relatively cold air of the laboratory grazes over the most sensitive parts of your body, almost immediately forcing you to push your legs together and pulling them closer to your torso.
The monster did not like that at all.
Quickly, it pulls on the tentacles which are wrapped tightly around your legs, only to force your legs open again, spreading them wider apart.
"I'd like to see every part of you, my dear scientist," the monster chuckles again. You look up at it to meet its eyes, but your gaze is instantly pulled down towards your chest, which is suddenly starting to get abused by two tentacles.
They are wrapped around each breast, gently squeezing at first but then slowly beginnig to rub circles around your nipples. Soon they begin to brush over them, squeezing and pulling on them.
"N-no not there!" You gasp as you look down at your chest which is slowly turning red from the rough treatment. Yet the monster only smirks and pinches more forcefully, beginning to twist your nipple in a varying rythym.
Normally it would rather embarrass you, yet you find yourself moaning because of that blissful sensation thanks to the aphrodisiac in your system.
You begin to lose it when the monster transforms the tips of his tentacles – which you have never seen it do that – into some kind of larger suction cup. Without any warning it attaches them onto your already from the teasing sensitive nipples.
The suction is so strong, you cannot decide whether it is trying to pleasure or hurt you, but your flushed body takes it as the greatest pleasure you have ever felt. Simultaneously, the rest of the tentacles are still squeezing and kneading your beats, only intensifying the sensation.
You try to regain your focus but fail over and over again. Your brain is high on the oxytocin and your body is too weak to resist, leaving you there helplessly in the tight grasp of a cheeky tentacle monster which is abusing your breasts.
"A human's body is so interesting, " the monster establishes under its breath, the pupils of its dark blue eyes now glowing in a dangerous red, focused on the bouncing round flesh which is turning redder and redder.
At the same time, new tentacles seem to emerge that play with your ears a tad. The ticklish and moist sensation of the slimy tentacles teasing the inside of your ears makes you move your head from side to side to which the monster only forces you to keep your head in one place by squeezing the tentacle around your neck.
It is not too tight for your air supply to be cut off, nor is it too loose for you not to get turned on. Blame your kinks for that one.
"You know, I'm starting to get why you like experimenting. It's really fun," the monster states and giggles as it speaks, tightening the grip around your neck a bit more.
You also feel the tentacles on your legs slowly creep upwards, sending shivers down your spine once they slide over your sensitive thighs.
It only gets worse when the tendrils warp around your thighs tightly, squeezing and massaging them in the process. The tips are hereby tickling your inner thighs, which makes you whimper. You cannot compare the touch to a human finger, it feels softer yet wetter and more... lewd.
Slowly, as if they were trying to torture you, they proceed to slide towards your core, brushing lightly over the outer folds. Your legs jolt at the touch but the monster makes sure to keep you in place so you could never possibly escape.
The tentacles transform again. One turns into something even more soft with many, many little soft nubs while the other transforms into something which heavily reminds you of an... organ... which can be found on male living beings. However it seems to have multi-ripped segments near the tip which rather reminds you of some toys...
The first tentacle begins brushing over your vulva, while mainly aiming for the clit. Little, pleasureable, electric waves shoot through your body and you feel your clit being played with. You close your eyes, trying to focus on holding back the noise, yet you cannot possibly do so.
Your mouth hangs open as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mind is even more hazy than before and you let out many little desperate noises, which show how overstimulated the monster has made you feel.
"Interesting what my tentacles can do, hm? You could never possibly imagine, my dear scientist. That's why you have to feel."
Your body is met with a cold shiver when you hear the monster's voice echoing through your hazy brain again. This time you are barely able to get what the monster is saying, since your body is so overloaded by the pleasure you are receiving.
A short, and totally less important, thought crosses your mind. One that tells you that you should not enjoy whatever is happening to you this much. Sure, it maybe applies to a lot of your innermost and secretive... likings, yet you are still not sure if the monster will simply snap your neck once this is over. You begin to wonder when help is going to arrive - if even - yet you wish for them to actually never come.
Pulled back into reality by the second tentacle, which is now brushing slightly against your entrance in a circling motion, you whimper desperately, as if your overstimulated body was begging the monster to take it slow.
Everything happening at the same time was way too much honestly.
Distracted by the tentacles gliding over your aerosols and still abusing your nipples, you almost do not notice the sneaky tentacle sliding inside your by now dripping hole, burying itself as deep as it could. When each head enters, you can feel how the rim is forced to stretch a tad more.
You immediately squirm at the soft and hot tentacle pulsating in a rapid rythym against your insides, you almost cannot tell which is your heartbeat and which is the one of the monster. However, it is not moving yet.
You gasp when you feel another tentacle gently poking the entrance of your behind. This action feels odd compared to the rather aggressive and forceful nature of the monster. However you can not deny your heart skipping a beat whenever you notice this paradox in behavior.
"You're still with me, my dear scientist?" The monster asks with concern in its voice when it sees your vulnerable and hazy state. The monster has not done much yet but you cannot really tell how many times you came already. When you look it in the eyes you rather see an amused, almost sadistic expression resting on its face. No remorse, huh?
You nod in a tired manner, not being able to tell which place was currently abused by the tentacle monster and if it truly cared for your well-being. Well, let us just say you do not care, as long as you get your unusual fantasy fulfilled.
Your body jolts, it acts on its own when the monster starts moving the tentacles inside of you, simultaneously not neglecting your chest and your clit, nor you behind. You get reminded of how you are still trapped in the monsters grasp when you squirm because of the pleasure, accidently pulling on the tentacles around your wrists and ankles. This only turned you on more because of certain preferences...
The tentacle inside first begins to slowly move back and forth, then you feel it thrust against your deepest parts, curling and wiggling around to brush against the sensitive walls. It feels hot and slimy, almost gross but you have always had a weird taste.
The squid hybrid only smirks when you let a whine, an indication for localizing the most sensitive spot on - or rather in - your body.
"Experimenting is so much fun, I should've tried this sooner." The monster grins from ear to ear, its eyes turning into crescents and showing you the warmest smile. You could almost forget that you are currently being used as a test subject (or rather fucktoy) by a monster. You shiver once you process this thought and the muscles in your legs tighten.
You writhe in pain and pleasure when the monster picks up its pace, mercilessly hitting your spot over and over again.
Simultaneously, it increases the intensity of the friction against your buds and clit - not to forget the tentacle teasingly thrusting in your behind.
"Oh, you're so helpless now, aren't you? You'll do whatever I say, won't you?" The monster's voice is shaky in excitement as it is now breathing more heavily against your neck.
"T-too much!" You cry out from overstimulation as your body keeps shaking, being on the brink of the edge but not entirely able to let go.
"Mmh I'm not done with you yet. You will be taking it like the good toy you are~" the monster exhales deeply against the sensitive skin of your neck as it says that, moving its head lower until it reaches your collarbones.
Without a warning the monster grips your throat tighter with its tentacle, making it even harder to breathe than it already was. Gasping for air a few tears form at the corners of your eyes.
Noticing that, the monster pulls you closer by the tentacle around your neck and licks over the little water droplets, trying to get rid of them.
As it comes closer to tastes your tears, the monster's eyes begin to sparkle and it grins even wider. The monster continues as you cry quietly.
The tentacles buried deep inside of you begins to wiggle around more, making you lose even more. Just when you were about to reach your climax, your breath getting quicker and your moans leaving your mouth in a higher pitch, the monster stopped the thrusting motion inside of you but kept rubbing over all the other spots.
You whine in a frustrated manner, being denied release. Clenching around the tentacle, you squirm and shiver as the suction cups on your chest pull your nipples harshly.
During all of this the monster is watching you in an amused manner, practically eating you up with its frightening eyes.
"Let's do some more tests." The monster now speaks in a more serious manner, yet still grinning from ear to ear. You open your eyes again to watch the monster closely. Your vision is still a bit hazy from all that pleasure clouding your mind and that aphrodisiac in your system, yet you are able to make out a relatively small tentacle.
With drowsy eyes you watch it approach your crotch and instinctively you move your hips away from it, still feeling overstimulated by all the tentacles around and in your body.
You jolt when you realize where it has been placed - the entrance of your urethra. Too tired to even open your mouth, you want to shake your head. Only when it suddenly enters this hole of your body as well, do you realize that you were too slow to even object to the monster's "test". Not that it would listen to you anyway.
Gasping for air, you grab the tentacles around your wrists tightly as you try to adjust to the uncommon feeling. The tentacle slithers deeper and deeper, eliciting strong shivers from your abused and overstimulated body.
You shudder heavily once it reaches your spot from the other side. Both tentacles now trap the spot in-between them, taking turns on massaging it.
Senses being more than overloaded by all the things the monster had done to you, you cannot help to violently reach your climax (again?). The monster does not seem slightly bothered by it as it gives you no time to breathe and just continues with its assaults.
Still riding out your intense orgasm, you desperately gasp for air while the monster just keeps grinning at you. The way exactly knows what it is doing to you and how it should do it is driving you utterly mad.
"W-wait!" You manage to gasp in a panicked manner, the monster still not showing signs of stopping anytime soon nor being merciful.
The monster sighs deeply, a glimpse of anger reflecting in its deep eyes as it threatens: "My dear scientist, do you need a reminder you're in no place to decide anything right now?" With that it tightens the grasps on your throat once more while also being a tentacle to your mouth again.
"I'll guess I just have to make you stop complaining. Gosh humans are so pathetic." The monster complains as it shoves the tentacle in your mouth to spill a good amount of aphrodisiac down your throat anew.
Almost immediately you feel your body relaxing, feeling nearly numb, yet your body is feeling so much pleasure you just itch to release again and again and again. Mind slowly degrading into a puddle, you feel yourself lose more and more touch to reality as you stare at the monster in front of you with an empty head.
"Fucked your brains out, hm?" The monster teases with a big grin plastered on its lips. You do not hear the mocking undertone in its voice since you are currently somewhere floating between earth and space.
Yet you do notice when the tentacle inside you expands and it makes you wince a bit at the sudden feeling. Again the monster wiggles that tentacles around, its amusement only heightening when it brushes over the moving buldge on your abdomen.
Somewhat gently it takes your chin between its finger and tilts your head downwards, making you look at the expanded moving tentacle inside you.
You whimper at the sight, your brain being reminded of the situation you are currently in - even if only for a split second.
"Now, you had this theory that hybrids cannot mate with humans, correct?" The monster chuckles at its own statement but soon glares at you when you are not physically able to respond because of all the moaning and shaking you got going on.
"Why am I even talking to a shaking, quivering mess?" The monster notes to itself, yet it cannot possibly cover up the fact that it is irritated by your lack of engagement.
"Let's try if breeding you works..." Almost as if you heard someone say your greatest fear, you snap out of your trance and begin to panic, struggling in the grip of its tentacles again.
"Relax.... you proved it to be impossible - theoretically that is - let's prove it practically as well, yeah?"
With that your eyes widen when you see something passing trough one of the big tentacles - the one that was inside you. The oval object inside comes closer and closer as the grin of the monster widens.
Suddenly it hits your rim. You writhe as the monster tries to push the big egg trough your rim, it is clearly struggling to do so. To help you relax the monster increases the pressure on your other sensitive spots thus making the egg slip inside with a muffled plopping noise.
The weird object now inside you, you clench around it, feeling that it is bigger than anticipated. Not giving you time to adjust again, the monster continues to pump more and more eggs into you.
An uncomfortable feeling of you stomach expanding settles in, and you refuse to look down to see your humiliating state. The eggs inside of you keep pulsating and wiggling, leaving you with the urge to open your stomach yourself to get them out.
If that was not enough, the tentacle that is still inside begins moving, thus also moving the eggs against your inner walls.
Scared that the monster impregnated you, you begin crying again without even noticing it. You only notice when the monster leans down to kiss away your tears, licking its lips afterwards.
"Shh it won't work, don't worry." The monster tries to calm down but it does not sound quite sincere. The cruel creature just feeds off your fear and pain, enjoying every second of it.
Soon you feel the eggs breaking and dissolved, turning into nothing but a sticky and warm liquid. You shiver when you feel it trickling down your legs.
"See your hypothesis was correct." The monster assures again, however you do not really pay attention to it anymore thanks to your wrecked state of your body.
The movements of the monster gradually slow down and it reactracts its tentacles from your body.
You are finally able to catch your breath.
World still spinning, you close your eyes as the effects of the aphrodisiac slowly die down. The pains of your wrecked body slowly yet to you as you writhe in pain.
Only when you feel something soft against your lips you open your drowsy eyes. The monster gave you some of its aphrodisiac again, perhaps as an attempt to ease your pain.
Not being able to hold your eyes open anymore, you close then tightly, being too tired to do a thing. Without even noticing you pass out while your body is being lifted and moved around by a force.
Seems like the monster is not done yet with its experiments.
The researcher becomes the researched.