Sidestory Riverstone. Part 7 (Building Breaker Tier) (Patreon)

Sidestory Riverstone. Part 7.

Admittedly things may have gotten just a tad out of hand.

The waitress had been the first, yes, one tentacle sent to thrust over and over into her pussy, which had been a relief at first, letting her release her built up true sap… But then the waitress's body had surged, becoming hugely more motherly, breasts swelling in her blouse, popping buttons, hips rear and thighs expanding outward, her body becoming optimised for motherhood.

Which might have been fine on its own, but motherhood also meant something else, it meant lactation.

One single drop of that highly addictive milk and Solomon had sent tentacles to squirm around beneath her clothing before latching onto her nipples and pumping and pumping, drawing milk from her swollen breasts down into the tentacles back to herself to absorb, pure nirvana, the ambrosia of the gods!

The real problem came when the milk she was absorbing caused a reaction in her own body. True sap multiplied in her core, increasing out of control, so much of what should have been a rare thing that her core was on the verge of exploding.

She hadn't had a choice, and another planty dick tentacle had slithered out from her pussy and slipped and slid across the restaurant until she had found another of her frequent female customers, a certain motherly lupine with her family.

It had been so easy to send the tentacle spiralling up her leg and between her pleasingly plump thighs, the mother's panties, pushed aside by her eager digits to allow the tentacle entrance.

What had followed was a furious tentacle fucking of the woman, tentacle thrusting in and out, pounding her pussy, sending the pudge of her belly rippling along with her heavy thighs.

The mother had quite the time pretending nothing was wrong as she was fucked under the table, gripping the table edge hard with her paws as she grit her teeth to hold back open

and full-throatedly moaning in front of her family.

The tentacle had pounded her until it had cum, thin strings of Solomon's sap pumped directly into her womb. The effect had been impressive. The lupine had rapidly lost control, now actually moaning openly as her breasts expanded, blouse buttons ripping free one by one down from her collar, bit by bit exposing more canyon-like and increasingly massive cleavage, softness sloshing as it surged larger.

The sound of her skirt shredding apart around her hips had made an impressive sound too, splitting at the seams before bursting open as her hips drew wider, panties pinching in her softness before snapping loudly.

Quickly her breasts had reached the tabletop and started spilling across its surface, pushing glasses and plates out of the way, stiff nipples freed from their prison they had started squirting milk, creating puddles that rapidly spread and joined together creating a small lake which had then started to drip down from the edge of the table.

…Dripped down onto the tentacle that was squirming beneath and thrusting at her pussy.

Solomon let out a groan of frustration as she tasted the even more delicious milk of the motherly lupine.

Maybe just a little more milk wouldn't be so bad… There were always other women in the restaurant to fuck.

After a moment of the husband yelling and asking what was happening, and the mother smiling beautifically as she bathed in her new growth, a pair of tentacles had slipped from beneath the table, rounded the tips of her nipples and latched on, eliciting a yelp and instantly applying a vacuum pressure and drawing milk free to be sent racing back to Solomon.

Solomon's toes curled as she drank the wondrous stuff down. How was it so freaking good!

Her joy was short lasting however as her core began to creak under the strain of too much sap once more.

"Shit, okay, just one more girl, just one more customer, I swear."

A third pussy tentacle was sent out, finding a client who made for a promising prospect, one sipping coffee with what appeared to be her sister.

Soon the tentacle was plunging between her skirt as the girl twitched and moaned and then she was growing, breasts ripping free from her blouse and splashing milk across the table, adding a little milk to her sister's and her own coffee.

Without even thinking about what she was doing more milking tentacles were sent out, and then more dick tentacles, the sister fell next, the two girls left slumped over the table as they were continueally tentacle fucked and pumped of milk.

Solomon bit her lip. "M-more, I need j-just a little more!"

A half dozen dick tentacles surged from her pussy and went on the hunt, the tentacles globbing together in one thigh thick trunk stretching her pussy wide before it split apart into wrist thick tentacles.

Unsurprisingly, considering every female in the restaurant was a client of her services, they all welcomed her attention, and surprisingly were highly appreciative of their growth.

The tentacles spread across the restaurant like a virus, going from girl to girl, women left writhing and clawing at the table tops they were bent over as their blouses burst open with masses of breast, hips writhing as they frantically tried to bounce their hips harder against the dick tentacles roughly fucking them.

It was like a secret that so many had been desperately keeping to themselves was being freed, and when they noticed others openly doing it, normalising it, they couldn't help but join in.

The males were less pleased, watching in alarm as their girlfriends and wifes lost control and then staring in open mouthed disbelief as breasts and hips bloomed, tents rising in their shorts at the incredibly arousing sight, turning away their teenage children from such outrageous obscenity.

Soon every girl in the restaurant was being pumped and milked, true sap spurted into them which would grow them a little larger each time, and then milk drawn out of them to be sent racing back to the increasingly addicted and agitated Solomon.

Moaning and the soft plap plap plap of tentacles pumping into sopping pussies filled the air from every direction, the floor becoming slick with little sprays of squirt as the women let their appreciation known.

Every girl turned into a milking and fucking node.

But Solomon the addict needed more.

Dick tentacles slipped into the kitchen, pushing open the door and openly entering, hunting for pussy. A fat dwarven chef cried out as he saw the glossy green tentacles sliding by and chopped down with his cleaver, cutting off a few feet of the end of a tentacle, the severed thing sent flopping to the ground.

The other dick tentacles turned on him, aggressively smashing the cleaver from his hand and pushing him back, one rising above the others to shake its head as if it were a hand wagging a finger at him.

Below, the decapitated tentacle found its severed section and touched at it, the two ends growing together and reforming in an instant, forming a tentacle that looked as new.

"Uhm, I didn't know-know we were going public, b-but fuck it, it will be sooo much less stressful if we can do this in the open without worrying about getting caught!"

The tentacles turned to see a breathy bunny girl sitting on a stool and lifting her skirt, presenting her wet and drippy pussy for them.

The tentacles lunged and the girl squealed as two managed to fit inside her pussy at once, pumping rhythmically and swiftly driving her to ecstasy, legs going up in the air as toes splayed, then a few minutes later her blouse ripping apart as breast flesh grew, buttons flying and pinging of the fat dwarven chef as he looked on in astonishment, his trousers tented.

Behind her the three other maids hopped up onto the counters and pulled their panties free, legs going up in the air as they entwined fingers, eager and ready for the tentacles to take them.

The tentacles descended.

Then Solomon sent them to find more pussy.

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Plums, oranges, apples, all looked kinda unripe to Harriet's fingers, too soft and squishy, or too hard. She had an excellent sense of touch as she was a masseuse, and could detect the least of imperfections in a person, and even more easily in a… fruit.

She hummed as she picked through the rest, the merchant fronting the market stall clearly growing more and more and annoyed with her picky methods of choosing her purchases, scowling so hard he might have formed a facial knot.

Really, Harriet was getting a little miffed being looked at in such a way, his eyes glaring at her from top to bottom, judging her. Okay it was a little odd to be this picky but when you could basically sense inside a fruit it was hard not to be.

She slowed her pickiness down further just to annoy the bastard.

She might have remained like that for another ten minutes, picking fruits at the pace of a glacier, but then something brushed against her ankle.

Glancing down she almost missed it and had to look again. A lime green tentacle was moving about beneath the stall, curiously looking around.

To her dismay Harriette recognized the thing, it was just like the tentacles in Solomon's vast tentacle dungeon, a tentacle that had perfected the art of plugging pussy and drawing wonderful pleasure from its clients.

What the hell was it doing on the surface?! Had it escaped? Was this a bad thing?

Harriet had been hesitant to visit the tentacle dungeon at first, feeling a little in the dumps recently because she hadn't been able to get her hands on a certain wonderful smelling centaur that had appeared and then disappeared from town.

Her reluctance had stayed even with her friends begging her to come try, but then she had eventually accepted, after seeing how fresh faced and healthy looking her friends were becoming...

She had tried Solomon's services once.

And then she had tried them a dozen times in one day, in fact she had thrown herself into the wonderous place to such a degree that one time she had rolled out of bed, climbed down through the trap door that had appeared beside her bed, and then spent the entire day getting reamed out by tentacles, walking from door to door sampling all different kinds of tentacle fucking.

She had climbed out of the trapdoor at night, exhausted and sweaty, her pussy red and swollen, but deeply deeply satisfied.

The problem was that she hadn't told her boyfriend about any of it, the tentacle dungeon was a secret, a secret of every girl in Riverstone.

Which obviously meant she would be betraying the sisterhood of tentacle fuckers if she were to scream and point at the tetnacle slithering around below the stall.

So instead she pretended as though nothing was happening, speeding up her fruit checking and letting the merchant's attention be drawn away.

Unfortunately the tentacle had ideas other than hiding, and her lips parted in a silent gasp as she felt it slip below her ankle length dress and suddenly spiral up around her shin.

"S-solomon, your pets are out of control!" she hissed under her breath.

Trying her best to remain calm her fingers pressed against the peach she held in hand, continuing to check ripeness just as before, calm, collected-

She flinched as the cock tip met her panties, the rounded planty thing pressing the cotton up into her pussy, squishing her muff, her grip on the peach increased as the dick began wagging side to side until it got a grip on the fabric and managed to drag it to the side of her muff, exposing her naked pussy puffy with arousal.

This seriously wasn't going to happen in freaking public was it? Raw tentacle sex happening in view of everyone, just out of view under her skirt?!

She bit her lip hard as her labia parted around the intruder, pushing up inside, spreading her walls.

A fingernail cut the peach and a drizzle of fruit juice leaked on to her thumb.

Then the tentacle began to thrust, pistoning up and down, using her leg which it was spiralled up as leverage to go to town on her pussy, pump pump pumping up into her so roughly that her hips swayed a little with each motion, a slight bump disappearing and reappearing on her midriff.

"Hrgnff, n-nuuu," she whimpered softly as her knees started to turn inward, it just felt too good! All the life changing joy she had felt in the tentacle dungeon now come right to her, was this some kind of new on demand delivery service that had gotten out of hand?!

The tentacle went faster, and a long lush moan slipped from her lips, her fingers tensing, piercing the peach, fruit juice sprinkling in every direction and running down her arm.

"Hey! I hope you're planning to pay for that"

Harriet glanced up at the merchant with his hands on his hips. He had no idee she was being tentacle fucked right in front of him!"

"Hnf y-yis, I will, HNYAAA!"

Okay that might have been a small clue.

The merchant blinked at the increasingly unstable and sweaty wolfkin until with an abrupt scream her fingers closed and the peach was crushed to pulp in her fist. Below her skirt the dick tentacle went deeper than ever and sprayed long strings fluid into her womb.

Nearly falling over the merchant's stall, Harriet grabbed at the edge for dear life as her breasts started to swell, her bra quickly breaking with an audible snap before her blouse was stretched around the growing mass, buttons plunging into the air as her dress strained around her suddenly much larger hips.

"Oh my god my breasts!" she boggled looking down at them. The merchant too stared at her massively increased chest, nippeles just peaking from a broken open blouse.

Which was unfortunate as her nipples were perfectly vulnerable to the slimmer tentacle making their way through the pile of fruit.

They lunged and nozzle like tips suctioned onto her nipples.

--

Being good at your job was never something Minerva ever really cared about, to her a job was a job, and her job as clerk of the adventurer's guild was the most jobby job that she had ever jobbed.

This was compounded by having to deal with the irritating members of the guild, the brain dead adventurers who seemed to make it their mission to talk about the most unbelievably dull and uninteresting work they took on.

Really, she just couldn't care less to hear about a triumphant bands success clearing out a slime problem, or taking down a wild three eyed crow. Their glory made her eyes glaze over and when they were weeping and crying about their dead comrades she genuinely came close to passing out from boredom on more than one occasion.

Adventurers were just so droll.

None more so than a certain infuriating band called Magic Mog who had driven her to distraction and then… and then… when they had tried to escape by taking advantage of the AGs facilities… then.. the event had happened.

She let out an involuntary shudder as she recalled it. Truly nightmare inducing. One moment she had been giving that awful awful band a much needed verbal dressing down, and the next she had been covered from head to toe in thick, heavy, sticky, white… stuff.

She had been so surprised that she had gone into shock, unable to move as blobs of white dripped from her finger, giving that band of demons time to flee, to escape, leaving her standing, there, covered, covered IN FURCKING HORSE CUM!

Her blood boiled at the memory, and then, a few minutes later, the adventurers of the guild had rushed in after the bishop, all finding her standing there like a freaking cum snowman!"

"Argghghghg!" she growled at the memory, grinding her teeth together.

She tapped her pen on the book in front of her irritably, stabbing holes in the paper.

Really, getting covered in cum was one thing, but having those dreadful awful adventurers lose their absolute shit laughing their asses off at her predicament had been a blow to her pride that she could not accept.

Which explained her current newly acquired replacement job, a librarian.

She had found herself talking to it like a fish to water, such was her talent that the owner of the town's library had taken one look at her in full librarian outfit and said 'you're hired'.

Minerva had been quite pleased with that, pencil skirt, black high heels, white blouse, and thick rimmed glasses, yes she was the archetypal librarian, her severe no nonsense attitude had just been the cherry on top. People treading in her domain feared her, and rare was it that a customer dared to speak above a whisper in the silence of her library.

In fact she was so effective in her lbrarianness that she was almost too effective, and the library had seen a remarkable drop in traffic, customers too scared to enter.

Which annoyed her a bit, but in all honesty, being left alone with no customers to bother her was quite nice.

It gave her endless opportunities to nip down to the tentacle dungeon and get in a quick session for one…

She bit her lip, recalling that she was due for another session soon. She deserved it obviously. It was one of the few times that she felt she could relax and lower her severity levels.

Humming to herself she fantasised about just what kind of tentacle she would try this time, so many options, so many flavours, so many shapes.

She was so distracted that she didn't notice the dozen or so tentacles appearing at the window. The glossy green things wagging and waving in the air, their tips moving and peering through the glass, as though observing what was inside.

They quickly caught sight of Minerva and became excited, moving closer and then down, down to the wooden frame that surrounded the glass.

The tip pressed against the wood, and then simply seemed to flow through it, the wood acting as just another part of their plant body.

The dozen tentacles flowed from the window sill, dropping down onto the carpet and snaking out, quickly crossing the room and approaching the desk that Minerva sat at, then in an instant, lunging for her legs.

Minerva squawked at the things grabbing hold of her shins and spreading them, rapidly spiralling up her legs or the chair's legs.

She looked down, eyes wide, to see tentacle after tentacle dive below her pencil skirt and between her thighs, filling the space with tentacles.

"What the fuck? Hey i'm not in the freaking dungeon you- this isn't a session! I didn't order home delivery!"

The tentacles ignored her and began prodding at her trim black panties experimentally.

"Get out of there I demand you get out of there! Damn it! Right that's it, I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER! SOLOMOOONN WHERE ARE YOUUU!"

No Solomon appeared however and the increasingly excited tentacles practically fighting each other to get at her pussy finally managed to haul her panties aside and three plunged into her at once.

"OH F-FUCK!" cried Minerva as she was brutally spread as only the XXX extra extreme edition large size option tentacles she so loved in the dungeon could.

"Fuck fuck, not here, not where everyone can see me!"

She glanced around the room and recalled that, well, that might not be entirely true, she had rather conveniently scared away most of the customers…

As the tentacles began thrusting her resistance started to collapse, maybe… maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she did it up here, it would be more efficient! No need to spend time going down to the dungeon, and she could even do paperwork at the same time!

Yes, perhaps this new tentacle delivery service might have some upsides.

Hand shaking she pressed her pen to paper and tried to continue with paperwork, triple tentacles going bereserk in her sloppy wet puss, moving so rapidly little droplets of her lubricant were flung everywhere.

She managed a scrawling sentence before she started to lose it, biting her lip as as another tentacle managed to fit inside, and then crying out as another tentacle, desperate to find somewhere to sheath itself found an entrance behind her puss and made the best of things, thrusting into her butthole.

Which was her greatest weakness as she always picked the extra anal tentacle options in the dungeon!!!

She cried out, pen drawing a jagged line across the paper as she squirted, then squirted again as second tentacle joined the first in her anus, then a third, until there were seven tentacles plunging into her puss and ass, her fluids spraying out from below her pencil skirt and across the carpet in front of her desk in long squirty jets.

She opened her mouth and howled, which was unfortuante timing as two more tentacles climbing the desk lunged for her mouth, stuffing themselves inside and immediately getting to work throat fucking her.

Paper and pens flew across the table as she flailed, hands slapping at the tentacles as two more tentacles forced their way into her butthole and her stomach bulged outward with tentacle filling, a continually moving shape in her midriff.

Muffled screams came from her full mouth as the tentacles reached a climax and boiling hot strings of spunk sprayed over and over into her insides.

The effect was rapid and dramatic.

Her pencil skirt shredded apart as her hips and thighs doubled then tripled in size, ass cheeks partly slipping over either side of her seat as her fitted blouse burst open to allow huge quantities of breast flesh to pour over her desk, nipples growing to the size of fists as her breasts filled the space on top of her desk, rising like soft dough as the sap took effect, her nipples spraying enthusiastically across the room, white milk even going up the opposite walls.

At least they did for a moment, then a set of tentacles with nozzles clamped onto them, creating a vacuum seal and gulping and pumping milk from her breasts.

The other side effect of her hips enlarging was that she had a significantly larger pussy, and Minerva howled as three more dick tentacle found their way into her pussy and ass, stretching her even more as they began to thrust, the space between her legs nothing but writhing moving tentacles.

Unable to do anything but hug and hold onto her desk filling breasts for dear life Minerva was at the mercy of the tentacles, admittedly exactly as she loved it.

The tentacles came once more and her breasts and body started to grow again.

The desk began to creak under the strain.

The tentacles kept going.