a girl and her tentacle monster 10

As my tentacles began to drink from big sis’s new and improved tits, the ones plugging my own finally released. The pressure did not go away, my nipples not spilling a drop to my initial disappointment. They had grown again from the volume they now held, now about as big as Mommy’s, and I could feel the weight had significantly jumped from the thickening of the milk. I quickly got up again, pulling my soon to be breeding sister from the floor. She seemed hurt that I had stopped her from gobbling up my kitty’s juice, but seemed to forgive me when I pushed her head to my chest.



Her lips closed around my left nipple, the sucking drawing my milk out and giving me some relief. My sigh matched the moment it hit her tongue, and I could see her tasting what had become more of a thick, heavy cream rather than milk for a brief moment before a hunger of unbelievable proportions engulfed her. She grabbed my right tit roughly and pulled its nipple to her mouth as well, mashing them together so she could feast on both at once. When I heard her moan and watched her shudder in as intense and orgasm as I’d given any of them with my tentacles, I knew this was something new. When I remembered the same milk was now in the redhead’s eight much larger tits, I couldn’t help but laugh.



Somewhere in the back of my mind, where the “other” me was, I knew there was yet more to do to the sobbing girl before I could let the others partake of her bounty. Pulling her over, I lay her on her back, the needle tentacles still plugging her up and letting her already absurd tits grow larger with each passing moment. Grabbing my big sis away from the three-way kiss she, Mommy, and little sis were enjoying, I laid her on top of the redhead, enjoying the reversal of fortune from earlier this entailed. Big sis silenced the other girl’s continued crying with a wet kiss, massaging two of her tits at a time to ease the pain of her continued growth.



It occurred to me at this time that, even though I’d been here for several hours, I’d done very little to many of the girls. Being thorough was one thing. Being neglectful was another. There were now plenty of girls to begin feeding those yet to gain my full attention, and I had plenty of milk to sate my appetite for the time being. My tentacles shot out, wrapping up the remaining ten girls, their cries of fear and surprise mixed with arousal coming as music to my ears.



Daddy pulled out of the Asian girl’s mouth, having packed her stomach as full as I had her womb, and helped her roll back so that her tits were available. As I sat two of the blonde girls before her, Daddy reached down and pulled their heads to the smaller girl’s nipples, holding them there till the hormones coursing through their veins and the smell of the leaking milk drove them to drink.



Similar situations unfolded as I made the second brunette and one of the black girls drink from the older Asian woman, got Mommy to feed both tiny breasted blondes, and took special delight in making the last black girl and the huge titted blonde suckle at little sis’s chest, her tiny frame and huge belly looking even stranger two much larger and older girls at her mercy. For the last two, the twin Latinas, I brought them over to me, pushing them into my breeding sister’s chest. Their terror at being so close to me, the source of this madness, aroused me intensely.



I waited till they went docile, not a long wait, before releasing my hold on them and putting the tentacles to better use.