Noelle’s Tentacle Gains, Part 2
*All characters are at least 18 years old. Contains minor inflation and ovipositor moments.* Noelle scrolled up and down the Long-Long Club’s website, furiously searching for an answer to her predicament. There was a brief Q&A section about the site’s functionality, but it provided no answers. Disappointed, Noelle distractedly forked a mouthful of Amy’s risotto into her mouth. It was probably the best thing she’d tasted all week; her own meagre experiments in the kitchen weren’t any more exotic than eggs and bacon. “God damnit…” Noelle muttered. She glared down at her crotch where her main concern, a wiggling tentacle, poked out of her pussy. It was bright green, the same colour of the orb she had accidentally swallowed. It was about as thick as three thumbs and, stretched out, was two hand lengths long, …