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Chapter 511: Automation
"M-Mother Mnemosyne, wh-what should I do?" Pandora asks me as I carefully stroke her belly, feeling the eggs using her nutrients and genes to form. I wonder what kind of tentacle will be born.
"Just wait, daughter. Just wait." I make a tentacle rise from the floor, shaped like a mask, and place it over Pandora’s face. A tentacle enters her mouth to feed her.
"Drink it all. It’s good for your health." I watch her swallowing everything poured into her mouth, while I see her belly writhing. It seems my eggs are about to hatch already.
"..." Once she’s well-fed, I carefully remove the tentacle from her face.
"Do you like Mother’s cooking?"
"Y-Yes... it’s tasty," she murmurs, squirming in her restraints. I hear small cracking sounds.
"A-Ahhh..." She begins to moan and sweat. I wonder for a moment if I should let her give birth to all of them, or leave them trapped inside her anus so they devour each other and become one large tentacle.
’Let’s leave it to chance?’
"Pandora, I want to try making one big tentacle. How about it? Would you help Mother with that?"
"Y-Yes... wh-what do I need to do?" She’s clever, knowing that if I’m asking, it’s because she needs to do something.
"Just clench tight, keep your anus nice and shut. Let the tentacles stay trapped inside you, and they’ll start to become one." I smile at her, and she looks nervous.
"B-But there are... 86..."
"..."
"I-I’ll do it." She agrees as she sees my smile fade slightly. She clenches while stroking her belly. I can feel the force change slightly and sense the movement inside her.
"Is there something you wanted to know?" I ask, touching her affectionately.
"D-Do they have souls?"
"No, none of them have souls, because they’re a part of me. But they can develop one if they evolve." But if one of them evolves, I’ll devour it. I don’t need another one of me in the area.
"UHHHGG!!" She lets out a moan, almost a scream, as her stomach convulses. She seems to be straining hard, and I see her anus dripping a viscous fluid.
’Tentacles are naturally lubricated. It’s surprising she’s managing to keep them from coming out just with physical strength.’ I bring my face close to Pandora’s and steal her lips in a kiss, muffling her moans.
I feel her cumming, her fluids spraying on my thighs. I must say her taste is delicious—one of the best things I’ve ever had the pleasure of savoring.
"Hiiiiikkk!!" She squeals when I squeeze her breasts hard, spraying milk inside the tentacles. The needles are still deep inside her, so it must hurt, but still, no tentacle has come out.
’Truly impressive...’ Tentacles always look for a natural hole to exit. If they can’t get out through the anus, they’d try to go up and out through the mouth. But Pandora is preventing that somehow.
"I-It hurts..." she murmurs as I break our kiss. I see something large writhing inside her. The rounded shape of her belly has now changed, as if something big and thick is twisting in her guts.
’She’s really holding it in.’
"Congratulations, daughter. You’re doing very well, enduring everything like a champion." I release drugs and chemicals into her brain to give her pleasure. This makes her cum with ecstasy and thrash almost violently in the tentacles.
"..." Finally, I feel that all 86 connections have been drained, leaving only one large tentacle. I stroke Pandora’s belly, squeezing to feel it inside. It’s looking for an exit.
"Pandora, you can let it out now." I didn’t expect her to be able to keep this inside her. Her willpower is impressive, maybe even disturbing, considering how her mind is being bathed in pleasure.
"Aaahhhh..." She lets out a loud moan as the tip of the tentacle emerges from her ass and begins to slide out, a large amount of viscous fluid flowing with it. I bend down and grab the tentacle.
"HYYYAAAAA!!" She screams in pleasure, squirting on my face as I yank the tentacle out all at once with force. She’s so tight inside that her inner walls are pulled out with a pleasurable dragging sensation.
When the tentacle comes completely out of her, her tight little asshole pulses, gaping wide open. It’s so cute to see.
"..." I look at the tentacle in my hand. It’s 5 meters long, and it’s an extremely dark red hue, almost near black. I’ve never seen a tentacle like this before. Most are pinkish, reddish, or a mix of both, though I’ve seen blue, green, and purple ones depending on the mother.
"Look, Pandora. It’s our beautiful baby." I say, showing the slick, gleaming tentacle to Pandora, who’s panting heavily, even though her belly has already returned to its normal size.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" she asks, alarmed, as I put the tentacle in my mouth. I start swallowing it whole, sucking it in as my body absorbs it.
"..." When I finish devouring it, I lick my lips, savoring the slimy taste mixed with the flavors from inside Pandora’s body.
"I’m copying it." Now that I have its "data" copied, I can replicate it in eggs, making any incubator produce eggs with this type of tentacle.
’I see... These tentacles are frightening...’ I observe the characteristics that make these tentacles special, and they have a lot of features.
They’re resistant to fire, cold, sudden temperature changes. They have light adaptation, able to adjust to hosts quickly. They have a high level cap—40 million, which is a lot.
Most of my tentacles have a level cap of 20 million. It also drains magic from the environment and the host, weakening them and weakening any magic used near them. And it can parasitically modify the host’s body.
Making their bodies more suitable for carrying large clutches at once, increasing how many eggs a woman can hold inside them.
"Daughter, our children are impressive. They’re one of the most complex tentacles I’ve ever seen." Even I don’t know everything they have. There are still things that will emerge as it grows and feeds on sexual fluids.
"I wonder what other species of tentacles your body can generate." A body doesn’t generate just one specific type; they generate an entire specific family lineage. That means one body can generate 10, 20, even 100 different species of tentacles from a closely related family.
"...Now, daughter, let’s continue. We have many more children to have. You gave me a great surprise, but one single species won’t change my life much." It’s a strong species, but it doesn’t drastically alter what I have, since I already have thousands of different species with me.
"I-It’s... kind of big..." she says, watching a large tentacle rise from the floor beneath her legs. This one is larger than a fist.
"Yes, yes, it’s a little big. It’s for laying larger eggs. This time, I’ll try using your uterus. You’ll allow it, right?" I ask, controlling her brain to make it seem good.
"Yes, I allow it, Mother Mnemosyne." When she agrees, the tentacle rises and slots into her pussy, starting to push upward. Her legs weaken, and as the tentacle thrusts in, she lets out cute, tearful sounds of pleasure.
"..." The tentacle releases a powerful temporary anesthetic and forces her cervix open, but Pandora doesn’t react despite the brutality of the act, as the tentacle burrows into her uterus to lay eggs.
"M-Mother, can I eat some of the tentacles?" she asks as the eggs begin to emerge from the floor, following the tentacle’s tube and being placed inside her uterus. Since they’re quite large eggs, only 20 of them fit before she’s completely full.
"Of course, daughter, though I don’t know if you’ll be able to steal any characteristics from the tentacles." I know that’s what she wants, and even I’m curious if she’ll succeed.
"U-Ui..." She lets out a soft sound as I grab the two tentacles on her breasts and pull. As soon as I pull, milk sprays out from her little holes. I no longer see a need for the needles.
"See, daughter? Do you like this?" I ask, looking at her slightly larger breasts—two beautiful, delicious sacks full of milk. I hold one and squeeze, and the milk spurts out with little effort.
"Y-Yes... Haaa..." She agrees, sounding a bit tired. Everything we’re doing is quite exhausting for her brain.
"Hmmm..." I put one of her breasts in my mouth and start sucking with a moan at the wonderful taste. It’s so nutritious. I hold both her breasts and start squeezing hard, milking them. All the liquid that falls to the floor is absorbed by me.
"Okay... I think I’ll change your position." I make the tentacles tilt her body while holding her up. With this, she’s in a four-legged position but still suspended in the air.
Tentacles coil around her breasts and start pulling and squeezing them hard in rhythm. First, they pull the right breast and make her spray milk, then they do the same with the left, repeating this rhythm to milk her efficiently.
"..." Meanwhile, a tentacle purely for pleasure is thrust into her ass, starting to piston to stimulate her lovely little body. Before she can speak, a tentacle descends from the ceiling, covering her mouth and plunging deep into her throat.
The tentacle molds into a mask that covers her nose and begins releasing a powerful aphrodisiac gas.
"Daughter, I’m busy, so I’ll just automate this and leave it like this for a while, alright? I’ll be back in 1 month." I have many other girls to manage. Pandora is just the most special because of her genes.
Soon, I leave the room, leaving her like that. In one month, I’ll have near-absolute obedience from her, to do many more fun things.