Restroom Terror (nsfw)

[Lewd.Katie44]

In the quietude of the university library, where the only sounds were the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of a fluorescent light, a young blonde woman named Emily sat engrossed in her studies. Her black leggings hugged her slender frame, and beneath her university hoodie, a silky thong was her only undergarment, her breasts free and unrestrained. The library was nearly empty at this late hour, the air thick with the scent of old books and the weight of academic pressure.

Emily had been studying for hours, her mind focused on the intricate details of her textbooks. A sudden, urgent need to use the restroom pulled her from her concentration. She gathered her things, her movements hurried, and made her way down the dimly lit hallway to the restroom. The door creaked open, revealing a space bathed in the harsh glow of flickering lights. Emily entered, her footsteps echoing off the tiled floor.

As she settled into a stall, the sound of a distant slithering reached her ears. She paused, listening, her heart beginning to race. The slithering grew louder, and a shadow moved beneath the stall door. Before she could react, something wrapped around her ankle, pulling her off balance. She tumbled to the floor with a cry, her body sliding across the cold tiles.

The creature, unseen but felt, began to explore her body, its touch slimy and cold. Emily thrashed and kicked, trying to free herself, but it was no use. The thing was stronger, its grip unyielding. She felt her leggings tear, the fabric ripping away with a sickening sound. The creature's appendages slipped beneath her hoodie, tearing at the material, exposing her bare skin to the chill air.

Emily's screams were muffled as the creature's tendrils wrapped around her head, covering her mouth. Her hoodie was pulled off, leaving her in just her silky thong. The monster's touch became more intimate, its appendages probing between her legs, tearing at the thin fabric of her thong. She felt the cool air on her most private parts as the last of her clothing was torn away, leaving her naked and vulnerable.

The creature lifted her, impaling her on a thick, slimy tentacle. Emily cried out in agony as the appendage thrust deep inside her, stretching her painfully. The monster began to move, its tentacle pumping in and out of her with brutal force. Each thrust sent waves of pain and disgust through her body, and she could feel the creature's slimy flesh rubbing against her most sensitive parts.

As the assault continued, Emily felt something hard and round pressing against her entrance. The monster withdrew its tentacle slightly, and she felt a sharp, searing pain as it deposited something inside her. It was an egg, large and round, sliding into her womb with a sickening plop. The creature held her there for a moment, its tendrils still wrapped around her body, before finally releasing her.

Emily collapsed to the floor, her body aching and her mind reeling from the trauma. She lay there, naked and covered in the monster's slimy residue, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The creature slithered away, disappearing beneath the stall door with a final, mocking slither.

As the monster left, Emily was left alone in the bathroom, a broken and violated mess. Her body ached, and she could feel the egg shifting inside her, a constant reminder of her ordeal. She pulled herself up, her legs shaking, and stumbled to the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was that of a woman who had been through hell, her eyes wide with shock and her face streaked with tears.

Emily's vision began to blur, her strength fading. The last thing she saw was the egg protruding slightly from her abdomen, a grotesque reminder of the monster's presence within her. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she could feel a strange, pulsating sensation in her belly, a sign that the tentacle monster was growing inside her, its tendrils slowly taking over her body.