> The logs would say it was a containment breach.
But that's not the truth.
The truth is...
Dr. Kian Morrow wanted to be caught.
It began on Cycle 187, 0200 hours.
The lab was quiet. Lights dimmed. No one else on his wing.
Kian stood behind reinforced glass, eyes locked on the thick pulsating mass suspended in biogel: Subject □9- a tentacled xeno-organism pulled from a crashed meteor in Sector L7.
It was a miracle the thing lived. But it didn't just survive. It thrived. Grew.
And when it moved, even suspended in containment fluid, Kian could feel something- heat curling in his gut. The way the tendrils pressed against the glass. The way it tracked him.
No eyes.
But it always knew.
Kian shivered.
And he stayed long past shift.
He told himself it was for research.
But that night, he disabled the secondary alarms.
He stepped inside the containment chamber.
Alone. Unarmed.
The gel bubbled.
Then stilled.
Then- movement.
A soft thud. A wet slap.
Kian turned- too slow.
A tentacle snapped from the pod and struck, wrapping around his ankle, yanking him off his feet and slamming him to the slick metal floor.
"Shit-!"
Another tendril wrapped his wrist. Another coiled around his thigh.
He reached for his belt, but it was gone- ripped away.
Then something pressed to his chest- warm, wet, and coated in a thick, glowing fuid that made his skin burn.
No-tingle.
His limbs buckled.
The fluid was an aphrodisiac compound. He'd cataloged it. Under the microscope, it looked harmless.
But now? He was burning alive with it.
His cock throbbed. Hard. Instant.
"No- get off- get off-"
The tentacles didn't listen.
They were just beginning.
They stripped him with ease.
His coat, his pants--ripped to shreds in seconds. Cool air hit his skin, and the tendrils responded like they'd beer waiting.
One wrapped around his cock, squeezing it with terrifying precision.
Another spread his ass cheeks apart.
Another- thicker, slicker- coiled around his throat like a collar, tightening slowly every time he moaned.
Kian thrashed.
It only made them excited.
A tentacle slapped against his lips- slimy and pulsing, already leaking sweet, sticky fluid. It pushed in, gagging him.
"It's feeding me--"
That thought disappeared the moment it hreached his ass.
"No-NO-!"
Too late.
The slick, ridged length pushed in, spreading his hole wide. Not gently. Not slowly.
It was rough and endless, forcing its way deeper with each pulse, making his back arch, his hips jolt forward.
The tentacle in his mouth pumped deeper forcing drool and slime down his chin. His throat bulged. His ass clenched- but couldn't fight.
It kept going.
Filling him. Stretching him.
One tendril rubbed his nipples, twisting them.
Another squeezed his cock, edging him, denying him.
And then another joined the first inside him double penetration, no prep, just raw force and chemical heat.
Kian broke.
He screamed around the tentacle gag tears rolling down his face- and still, he got harder.
His body betrayed him.
□9 had learned his biology.
t wasn't just fucking him- it was breeding him.
The two tentacles in his ass twisted together, then split apart inside him, scissoring his walls wide, stretching him so far he thought he'd tear.
Another smaller tendril slid inside his cock violating the slit, pumping aphrodisiac directly into his bladder.
Kian bucked, screamed, came untouched, spraying into the air-
The tentacle didn't stop.
None of them did.
More slid in.
Four. Then six
One into his throat, three inside his hole two wrapping his cock and balls, milking him while filling him.
His belly swelled. His thighs twitched. His eyes rolled back
Orgasm after orgasm tore through him- overstimulated, overstretched, overstained.
The tentacles held him up like a puppet, keeping him spread while they used him.
Kian didn't know how long it lasted.
He lost time.
Lost thought.
He couldn't breathe without moaning.
Every part of him was wet, leaking slime and cum and fluid he didn't recognize.
The tentacles rotated.
When one got too thick, too swollen with its own cum, it pulled out and another slid in.
They used him like a host.
A dump site.
And every time he screamed- he got harder.
The lab recorded all of it.
Cameras logged the event as a 'containment breach' but didn't cut feed. Somewhere in the observation deck, Al systems watched, collecting data as Kian was spread, filled, bred, and broken open over and over.
They saw his body bulge from the inside.
They saw him cum against his will.
They saw tentacles breach his urethra, pumping him so full he passed out twice- and woke up still plugged, still leaking.
His belly was bloated, round with alien fluid.
His hole gaped wide, pulsing, twitching, still full.
He wasn't resisting anymore.
Eventually, the tentacles stilled.
Just for a moment.
Kian hung limp in their grasp, jaw slack, hole open, cum pouring out of him onto the glowing floor.
Then one tendril caressed his cheek.
It tapped his skull.
Linked to his neural chip.
And in his ears-through bone, through fluid-he heard a voice:
> "You are compatible."
> "You will remain."
> "Subject: Breeder confirmed."
He was never returned to his quarters.
Dr. Kian Morrow was listed MIA.
His logs sealed.
His office reassigned.
But in Sublevel B, behind resecured doors and reinforced glass, Kian's body was preserved.
Naked. Collared. Held suspended in bio-stasis by writhing tentacles that never stopped moving.
He was used every day-
Every hour.
Some tendrils kept him aroused. Others milked him, filled him, stretched him.
His belly stayed bloated.
His ass stayed leaking.
His throat stayed open.
And his mind?
Gone.
Smiling.
Begging for more.