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Deep Below, Deep Inside.
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 20:30:22 +0000 UTCHappy Halloween Y'all. This is the result of the Spookiest Poll Ever.
TW: Tentacles, Teen, Mindbreak,
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“You know how dangerous the Quantum Realm is.”
“We all do mom, nobody’s going to the Quantum Realm.”
“That’s why we made this, like a satellite for deep space or the ocean, but quantum.”
“We just need a map, and then we can study and explore the entire Quantum Realm and never even have to go.”
“It’s kinda like that two-way radio we used to have. You send a signal down from here “and then it collects the data and it sends it back.”
“Wait, wait a minute you’re sending a signal down to the Quantum Realm?”
“Yeah.”
“Shut it down now, you have to turn it off!”
Sparks. Explosions. Blinding golden light.
Falling.
Screaming.
Impact.
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Hope Van Dyne groaned, ears ringing and head pounding as she lay on her back, her own breath fogging the yellow visor of her helmet.
Not for the first time, Hope was glad she and her father had redesigned her suit so thoroughly, she certainly appreciated the extra padding they’d installed right now.
“Scott?” she croaked, trying to straighten up, but her muscles were throbbing and she seemed to be semi submerged in whatever she’d landed in. Given how fast she’d been falling her last instinct had been to go giant-sized to spread out the impact, but after the hit her suit had defaulted for safety.
If she had to guess she was lying in the base of a hope-shaped crater, but as to where that crater was she hadn’t got a clue.
“Gnn, Scott? Are you there? Dad? Cassie? Mom?” she called out again, peering out past her clouded visor into the most bizarre sky she’d ever seen. Coils of light flowed in every direction, small asteroids of rock, goo, and what looked unfortunately like flesh, floated through the iridescent, psychedelic expanse of space stretching on forever above her.
“Gllk.”
A wet gurgle met Hope’s ears as she blinked and tried to sit up again, still finding herself stuck in the floor.
“Scott? Is that you?” she grunted, struggling for a moment before managing to thumb the button on the inside of her glove. In an instant she was barely a centimetre tall, snapping out of whatever had been trapping her and catching herself awkwardly in the air as her wings extended.
She fluttered in place for a moment, looking around the web of roots and mucus she’d been wedged in before zipping up towards the light of day.
She must have landed in some kind of marsh or bog, thick rubbery tubes of slimy green matter coiled all around her, still holding the imprint of her body even after she’d shrunk. Hope couldn’t smell through her helmet, but she couldn’t imagine the odours outside could be particularly pleasant.
“Scott? Cassie?” she called out as she flew out of the her-shaped cave, darting around to survey the area before freezing in abject horror.
The marsh she had landed in stretched on for as far as she could see, miles and miles of roots and vines and goo in an unimaginably vast valley that rose up to a ring of mountains of hills in the far distance.
That in itself was worrying, but a split second later Hope realised that the scale of where she had landed wasn’t the issue, what she had landed in was far worse.
It was alive.
Not roots, not vines, but tentacles, living, squirming, writhing green tentacles of wet green meat coiling and shifting as far as the eye could see.
She’d landed on an animal, and it had her family in its clutches.
Just a few metres away from where Hope had been embedded in the creature’s grasp a mound of tentacles wriggled, and emerging from it was Cassie.
Scott Lang’s daughter was being choked and squeezed by more tendrils than Hope could count, hundreds, thousands of them snaking around her desperately struggling body. Her eyes were wide and panicked, staring around desperately as a tentacle coiled around her forehead and squeezed her skull, keeping her in place as another violated her slobbering teenaged mouth.
Hope felt faint as she watched inch after inch of living meat pump in and out of Cassie’s lips, stretching her to the limit, bulging her throat as it thrust down into her over and over again. Cassie’s own spit and a steady ooze of pale white goo dribbled from her stuffed mouth and dribbled down her chin, thick, glutinous drops of slime falling down onto her heaving chest.
Cassie’s suit, the same one she, Hank and Hope had spent so long developing, had been shredded, leaving her naked and expose to the monster’s inhuman assault. Scraps of purple and black fabric were shoved and brushed aside by wandering fingers of flesh, wrapping the girl’s arms and legs almost completely, only shaking fingers and curling toes poking out from the mass of green muscle.
Yet more tendrils slithered up Cassie's svelte stomach, wrapping her waist, hugging her hips, leaving trails of goo like snail trails over her quivering flesh. One nubile breast was being squeezed and molested ruthlessly, a rope of green coiling around and around Cassie’s tit and tightening until it blushed red. The other wasn’t spared, being squeezed less viciously by the tendril gripping it, but instead its rosy nipple was being tugged and teased by another three slender tentacles.
Cassie’s legs were being forced into a full split as she sat on the mound of living vines, her thighs and calves totally consumed by the endless snakes of meat, only her pale, wet cunt and blushing asscheeks left exposed to be brutalised.
A tentacle even thicker than the one buried in her throat was pounding into her virgin pussy, lubed by slime and goo and stained faintly red as it tore through Cassie’s hymen and into her very womb. Another two ruthlessly wedged into her untouched asshole, gaping her open and pumping inside like pistons so deeply Hope could see them pushing and coiling beneath the poor girl’s stomach.
Cassie bubbled helplessly, eyes rolling in her head as lack of oxygen and overstimulation to her virgin body pushed her into unconsciousness.
Hope saw Cassie slump, the tentacles not slowing for an instant, and snapped out of her horrified stupor. Bolts of yellow lightning flashed from her gloves as she let out a roar of anger and sped towards Cassie’s violated husk.
Her wasp stings exploded against the hide of the tentacles and an inhuman squeal sound reverberated through the entire valley, but only the two tendrils Wasp had struck relaxed their grip on Cassie’s helpless form.
Hope snarled and let loose, a dozen bolts speeding through the air as she zoomed in a circle around Cassie, desperately trying to blast her free.
There were too many. For every tentacle she struck there were another dozen tightening their grip on Cassie, and a dozen more shifting up and rising from the mass of writhing snakes that was the entire floor beneath them.
The cavern Wasp’s impact had left had been filled as the creature shifted, and before Hope could even begin to contemplate a back-up plan to free Cassie, she found herself desperately trying to avoid hundred of grasping tentacles now waving in the air and swatting at her.
“Scott! Dad! Mom! Can anyone hear me!” she cried out, pouring every drop of power her suit had available into her gauntlets in a final blaze of stinging glory. She looped around Cassie once more, and froze, seeing a pair of long, pale legs emerging from the floor a hundred feet or so away.
They were wrapped even more than Cassie’s, spread wide and shaking as they protruded from the mass. Dozens of horribly thick tentacles rammed into the woman’s helpless holes, more than any human woman could ever naturally take, so many that an entire melon could have fitted into the gaping, tentacle-raped orifices.
The woman’s entire upper body was lost beneath the surface of the tendrils, and Hope only had an instant to worry that maybe her mother too had landed in the valley before she spotted a large, spherical belly emerging from the mess just a few metres further to the left. It was a beachball of flesh, skin and muscle swollen over a coiling mass of invading tentacles Hope could see moving beneath the surface. A pair of fat, plump tits wobbled free of the tangle, drooling thick white goo from their nipples as they were squeezed and milked by the inhuman monster enveloping them.
A blue-skinned head was revealed by the shifting vines, eyes glassy and tear-filled as they stared blindly into space. Snakes stuffed the woman’s mouth to the breaking point, oozing a constant stream of thick, milk-coloured slime. More tentacles slithered and writhed over her head, forcing into one nostril and out the other, penetrating her ears and crawling into her very brain, all the while leaking their thick, foul slime inside and over the poor lost whore.
There were others, so many others, more than Hope could count. Women who had fallen into the beast’s embrace and were now nothing more than warm, wet, slimy hosts for the infinite tentacles.
If Janet had landed in the valley, Hope couldn’t see her, let alone save her, not as a thick pillar of green flesh whipped her out of the air and sent her crashing into the merciless clutches of its fellow tentacles.
“N… no!” Hope shrieked, trying to rise to her feet and scramble out of reach. At her tiny size she at least had a moment to hope, finding purchase on top of one tendril and sprinting desperately along it before a hundred more crashed down on top of her. “Nooo! S… Scott! Somebody! Anybody!”
She was submerged, swallowed, being pulled down further every second. Her only hope was to grow and blast her way free by expanding to giant size, but what then? Fight? That was hopeless. Run? Not leaving poor Cassie to her doom. What could she do?
Nothing.
Because as the tentacles brushed her glove and activated her resizing, she realised there was no hope.
She was too deep, surrounded on all sides, even if she grew to a hundred feet tall she wouldn’t reach the surface.
Metal creaked, glass cracked, as tentacles squeezed down on Hope’s helmet. Her entire body was already being molested, hungry touches on every inch of her suited skin, but especially against her panicked, heaving bust, her sensitive crotch, and the tight, muscular swell of her ass.
Her throat was wrapped. Her limbs were pulled out as far as they would go without popping out of their sockets. She was squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed until…
Crunch.
Hope sobbed and shrieked as her helmet buckled under the pressure. Yellow glass shattered and tumbled into her face, only to be brushed aside as the tendrils rushed in, slithering over her face and bathing her with their slime.
Now inside her helmet, all it took was one good flex and the metal shell burst away from Hope’s head, her last defence obliterated.
She gasped as the grip on her neck tightened, throttling her, only for the tentacles to rush her open lips and fill her. One alone was the width of a cock she could have comfortably handled inside her mouth, but it just never stopped, sliding deeper and deeper inside her with every pump until she could feel it inside her chest. Then another one teased past her lips, then another, and another.
She felt her suit rip, and the cold slimy embrace of the tendrils ooze their way over her body more and more.
Her tits burst free and were immediately assaulted, wrapped and squeezed and milked. Tears sparkled in Hope’s eyes and a muffled, wet scream of horror echoed out of her occupied mouth as she felt a faint stinging pain and realised that the tentacles weren’t just squeezing her tits, they were penetrating her nipples, coiling inside her breasts themselves and filling them with yet more thick, sweet slime.
By the time her cunt was speared, Hope was barely conscious, choking and gurgling on the honey-flavoured goo and thick, warm tendrils making her throat into their cumdump. Her eyes crossed as unwanted and unexpected pleasure coursed through her, her pussy gladly accepting it’s merciless stuffing.
Spasming and shaking, Hope felt herself cum as the tendrils worked into her womb itself and began to stretch it from the inside out. Her ass gaped agonisingly, her intestines and stomach equally stuffed and stretched, her entire belly swelling up to hyper-pregnant size as more cum and tentacles wormed inside her than she could even imagine.
It was unrelenting, and inescapable, and incredible!
Hope whined through her nose, lashes fluttering as she came again just moments later.
Why did it have to feel so good?
Was this it, the rest of her life?
God she didn’t even hate that thought anymore. A lifetime of being eternally fucked and stretched and filled so completely sounded better and better by the second.
Her eyes began to droop as oxygen was starved out of her, but as her lids began to lower, she saw a warm orange glow.
An eye.
A single tentacle worked its way to the front of the coiling cocoon, opening to reveal a fat, bulbous, grapefruit sized eyeball that stared deeply into Hope’s rapidly emptying head.
Hope stared back, thoughts sluggish and stupid, beginning to understand.
She hadn’t landed on a beast, or a monster.
She’d landed in a GOD.
And her God welcomed her into its embrace. She would be immortal, beloved, a being of pure carnal pleasure for the rest of time, and all she had to do in return was sit and be filled and let her God use her soft, slutty body as a breeding hole for their endless eggs.
Insanity took Hope Van Dyne’s mind as she stared into the eye of a being older than time, from far, far deeper below than the Quantum Realm, and the last thought to pass through her brain before her God bathed it in their sperm was…
“Praise.”
Comments
Alun Lewis
Retcons aren't needed...the description of the "god" just struck me as being one that would describe Shuma-Gorath. Maybe his hentai-loving cousin? 😉
Bluewing
Well damn, I forgot about ol’ squidball. Sure, retcon, it was Shuma-Gorath all along!
Alun Lewis
Did Cassie and Hope fall into a part of The Quantum Realm ruled by Shuma-Gorath?!
