Colleague that agrees to observe and take notes while you interact with an alien lifeform you've been studying. Colleague that watches on as you open the container and the thing's tentacles curl curiously around your fingers, your wrist. Colleague that does not react when it begins wrapping its tentacles around your middle, as you begin to express uncertainty--as several exploratory tentacles slip beneath your waistband.
Colleague that looks on impassively as the tentacles find your opening and curiously push their way in, making you gasp, making your hips twitch involuntarily.
"I-it's inside me!" you say. Your colleague nods. Notes something down.
The tentacles seem to register your body twitching and tensing when it touches certain spots, and two more exploratory tentacles shove their way into you, begin pressing and rubbing and thrusting as the tentacles seem to begin gathering data on you.
You slump down against the wall, knees spread wide as the mass of tentacles sitting atop your belly continues pushing and twisting its way into you, leaving you a panting, sweating mess.
Your colleague stands above you, clipboard still in hand.
"I-it's not stopping," you plead. "I--it's not --ah!"
You whimper as the tentacles thicken inside of you, throbbing, stretching you, as you catch sight of a line of spherical bulges inside the tentacles leading under your waistband, as you feel yourself beginning to be filled.
You look up helplessly at your colleague, so overwhelmed you can't form words as the thing begins thrusting into you once more, shoving you back against the wall with each one as more of those bulges travel downwards. Your belly is beginning to push against your waistband, and is your chest starting to feel a bit tender?
Your colleague simply nods, turning their attention to their clipboard as they continue making notes.
