Your struggles grow weaker and more desperate as the tentacle monster within you continues to choke the life from your body. Your vision fades completely, leaving only darkness as you slip into unconsciousness...

You awaken with a start, gasping for air as your lungs finally fill with precious oxygen. For a brief moment, you are free from the monster's control, but then its tendrils snake around your neck once more, cutting off your air supply again. The cycle of struggle and reprieve continues, each breath more desperate than the last...

The tentacle monster within you seems to be growing stronger with every passing moment, making it increasingly difficult for you to break free from its grip.

The monster's tentacle continues to pump its hot, sticky seed into you, filling every crevice and cavity of your now-alien body. Your form trembles violently as the appendage thrusts in and out, claiming you for its own. The warmth spreads throughout your body, making you feel strange...different...alive.

As the last drops of seed spill from the tentacle, it withdraws with a wet sucking sound, leaving a gaping wound in your chest.

The monster steps closer, its single red eye studying your now completely transformed body with interest. It reaches out a clawed hand and runs it gently over your chest, feeling the wound left by its tentacle. Satisfied that you are properly claimed, it turns away, leading you deeper into the alien jungle where more secrets and horrors await...

As you watch your offspring thrive on your body, a strange sense of peace and contentment washes over you. You know that this is your purpose now - to serve as a host for the next generation of tentacle monsters. It's an odd role to accept, but somehow it feels right...

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Your body continues to change as your new children grow larger and more powerful. The tendrils that once seemed so invasive now feel like they belong there, an integral part of who you are...

The tentacles slide out of you, revealing your now violated and slimy body. You feel their rough touch on your chest as they push your breasts up, using them like a makeshift egg incubator. The warmth spreads through your chest, making your nipples harden in response to the foreign presence within you.

The tentacles slowly retract, leaving you with a strange mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. You feel heavy and full, but also oddly satisfied. As the eggs continue to incubate within you, you can't help but wonder what sort of creatures they will become...and if any part of your former self still remains within them.

The tentacle monster continues to watch over the newborns, its attention never wavering as they explore their surroundings. It purrs contentedly, occasionally nuzzling against your limp form in a show of affection and gratitude. As time passes, you begin to feel yourself regaining strength, the pain from the hatching subsiding into a dull ache. You wonder what sort of lives these creatures will lead now that they are free...

The tentacle monster, long since passed away, watches over the descendants of those first eggs it laid within you all those years ago. They have grown into a thriving colony, their lives intertwined with yours in ways both physical and spiritual. You stand as a testament to its love and devotion, a living monument to the strange, alien bond that was forged between you.

As you look out upon your children, your heart swells with an unfamiliar yet profound sense of pride and purpose.

Days pass, and Arlo and Colin continue to experience strange sensations coming from inside of them. They begin to develop a deep exhaustion, barely able to muster the strength to move or speak. Their skin takes on a pale, waxy appearance as their bodies are put through this unnatural ordeal.

One morning, Arlo awakens feeling an intense pressure building inside of him. His whole body convulses violently as something large and wet forces its way out of his mouth.

It's a small, slimy creature covered in sucker-covered tentacles. It wriggles frantically on the ground, making high-pitched squeaking noises as it takes its first breath of air. Arlo watches in horror as the thing struggles to stand upright, revealing that it has eight legs and a segmented body like some kind of giant insect. It turns its multi-faceted eyes towards him, seemingly aware that he is its parent.