The end is near... or is it? (Day 3 Part 1)

Waking up, you feel immense soreness everywhere. Your folds ache and your throat is dry (but a pleasant taste lingers in your mouth still – you wonder if it will ever fade). The attention has all but ceased though, nothing pounds you right now. Several tentacles still hold you suspended and another is gently massaging your clit–

In fact, it feels nice. Really nice. It's gentle, unlike the brutal copulation of yesterday– was it only yesterday? How long have you been out? The lighting is as dim as it was before you fainted.

Looking down, you notice with a strange apathy that your stomach has swollen– which is odd. You feel different somehow, like you can't feel anything but the stench in the air and the throbbing of your ass and pussy– but still– the difference is almost unnoticeable.

That doesn't really make any sense, does it? It's hard to think. Concentrating is hard. Your mind keeps wandering...

'Kami (God), that tentacle down there feels good.' You think to yourself as you let out a moan.

You look to your right and see your friend – the one that had tried to help you before... who was she again?

She was smiling dumbly, looking blankly forward; her expression dead but content. Her hips bucked slightly as a tentacle pounded her. She was moaning quietly.

Oh, you wish that were you.

It feels strange to have that thought, like you shouldn't, but you like the idea. You wish you weren't pregnant – then it would still be pounding you. You want to experience that again. It wasn't bad. It was silly to fear it.

Even now, everything felt so good...

You moan weakly, hoping to attract attention, but nothing comes.

Still, you can feel a pleasant vibration in your stomach. You wonder how long it will take until you give birth– you wonder if it'll keep you– maybe it'll be so satisfied with you, it'll take you again?

Your womanhood aches. You want something inside you.