Coco sighed, rolling her eyes. What to wear? Everything she owned was perfect of course, but as she stood at the mouth of her closet wrapped in a towel, staring at her various outfits, she found it difficult to decide. Her skin was still damp from her shower and her hair clung to her neck. Despite her state of undress, Coco had put on her sunglasses – they went with everything anyway, so why wait? Didn't really help her at the moment though… She couldn't even decide on what panties to where until she knew what she was going to where. Should she wear black? Red? Chestnut? She just couldn't settle on one this morning for some reason…

Coco sighed in frustration, "Fuck me…" Little did she know, the monster in her closet was all too happy to oblige…

Team CVFY's closet was of considerable size – walk-in as a matter of fact – a consideration which Coco had relished similarly to the manner in which Weiss had been decidedly appreciative of the dorms' extravagant bathrooms, and she had never once considered how much the small, carpeted room would isolate her in the event that the door should unaccountably shut behind her and the light go out. Startled, though hardly afraid of the sudden darkness, Coco turned and reached for the doorknob but her brow furrowed in puzzlement when her hand closed about a thick, slimy coil rather than the door handle.

"What the-,"

All at once, the tentacle released the doorknob and wrapped itself tightly around Coco's forearm. Grimacing in revulsion at the feeling, Coco tried to pull her arm free, but the grip only tightened, and as she jerked her body back and forth, her towel shook loose and fell to the floor, leaving her to struggle naked. The gunner's whole body was a sumptuous study in smooth, silky curves, her perfect skin was supple, but tight enough to really show off the fit and toned condition of her body, such as her luscious ass and muscles in her thighs which tensed on either side of her smoothly shaven pussy as she tried and failed to pull away, more tentacles slithering towards her along the soft carpet all the while.

With her free hand, Coco reached for the light switch in hopes of seeing just what the hell was going on, but it wasn't to be – the tendril which bound her right arm yanked her back, pulling her off balance and causing her to fall to the floor. Landing on her backside, Coco gasped; she'd landed on top of another tendril, presently writhing between her legs, and she winced as it stroked her lower lips suggestively. Even as her right arm was pinned behind her back by the first tentacle and the second reared bac to plunge into her exposed core, Coco reached first for her towel with her free hand, and then, wrapping her hand with it, used it to grab the tentacle between her legs and hold it down, the fibers of the towel helping her maintain her grip on the slippery appendage.

"Oh no you don't!"

Even as she pinned that tendril down though, her body jerked. Another tentacle had driven itself into her ass, causing the gunner to gasp and tense, losing her grip with her free hand, allowing the now-freed tendril to dive up into her vagina as well. She cringed and grunted, trying to squeeze her legs together only to have them pried back open again. A tentacle probed up at her mouth, but she clenched her teeth shut, offering that much defiance at least even as a slight moan began to escape her. Thus frustrated, the tendril redirected its focus downwards, swiftly coiling around one of her pert, if not exceptionally large breasts, the head tightly binding her nipple. Coco shivered as she felt the heat build down in her core, the thrusting penetrations never ceasing and her skin getting hot. With her free hand she shakily reached up to pull the tentacle off of her nipple, but instead it wrapped about her hand as well, forcing her to squeeze herself.

As she sat, disgusted as her own hand was forced to unwillingly fondle her breast, Coco heard a clamoring noise – like one of the grates over the vent on the floor behind her had been forced clean off of its housing – and suddenly, the fucking stopped. The pounding in her ass ceased, and the slithering pleasure within her pussy withdrew, leaving her right on the edge, but not making her cum. As even her arms and breast were released, she was somewhat dazedly relieved, but confused – that was of course until two more tentacles shot forward from behind to wrap about her waist and drag her deeper into the sizable closet space.

"Oh-oh-AHH!" She cried out as the thick carpet rubbing against her entrance took her the rest of the way to her climax and she left a damp stain until she came to a stop, a sudden cold feeling besetting her most sensitive area, "W-what the hell is-,"

The tentacles wrapped about her legs again, spreading her wide as she looked down. She had been brought to rest such that her quivering, dripping pussy was just above the yawning mouth of the ventilation duct. Coco briefly wondered why as she steadied herself and tried to catch her breath, propping herself up with her arms behind her, but she didn't have to wonder for long. A loud sound of something slithering against metal and warping ductwork preceded it, causing Coco's heart to hammer and her breathing to grow heavier than it already was. Despite the stimulation, Coco's blood ran cold as a huge tendril emerged from the shadows below and rubbed over her clit as it slid higher and higher up her stomach, it's huge, bulbous head sliding between her breasts and nudging her chin.

"N-no…" Coco gaped, eyes wide as even in the dim light allowed past the cracked open door she could see the monstrous girth of it, just in time for it to slither back down into the vent, though she knew in the pit of her stomach what it had in store for her, "No… n-no… this can't… It can't be happening…" The head rubbed past her clit again, sending a fresh set of shivers through her body before it positioned itself directly under her damp folds, "This can't be happening… N-no… It's too… It's too… not to me! No… no… NO!"

Coco screamed as slowly – so excruciatingly slowly – the giant member forced its way inside her. Her folds were stretched to beyond the limits as the softball sized head writhed its way inside. As the inexorable force of the member slowly plowed deeper, Coco stared down and watched in breathless horror. Inch by inch the massive, pulsating tendril reached steadily further and further, and the young huntress trembled as her sore, tightening walls were forced wider to accommodate the invader until it was all the way in, and then the thrusting began.

It wasn't so much a thrust into her pussy as it was a giant piston that had simply chosen the shortest route to the pit of her stomach, and the once-proud huntress had to bite her thumb to keep from screaming as the tears welled up. There was pleasure, yes, but that almost made it worse as each screaming pulsation of agony that went through her was followed by just the faintest whisper: yes… more… But she didn't want more – she wanted it out of her, and as each successive thrust gradually began to intensify, jostling her upward by her sensitive insides and then dropping her back onto the floor, she began to whimper, having no fight lift in her but not submitting herself willingly either.

"P-please…" make it feel even better… "N-no more! Take it out… please…"

But it didn't stop – wouldn't stop – until it was finished with her. Tears rolled down Coco's cheeks as she tried to bend forward – to take clawing fistfuls of carpet and drag herself off of the member, but the shift in her position worked the creature still deeper inside and her efforts to pull free were too weak. The creature had released her legs, after all, it had her now, and thus it was that the Young Huntress's attempt to escape was most frustrated by the way her own body embraced the violation even as she fought to escape it. She gave up trying and threw her back up against the wall behind her , her sunglasses falling from her face, as the huge pumping tentacle reached a fever-pitch in its rhythm and her walls clamped down on it, holding the member inside as a bulge in the tentacle rose from the bowels of the ductwork, and she cried out in pain and ecstasy as the bulge entered her. A heartbeat later, Coco came for the second time, just in time for the monster's white ejaculate to ooze out of her pussy simultaneously as the huge member pulled out, its work done.

Coco slumped forward onto the carpet as her body twitched and the beast's viscous semen continued to dribble out of her and back down the vent from whence it came. She didn't know how long she just laid there – ten minutes? Fifteen perhaps? – waiting for the fire between her legs to subside, but as pain did eventually subside, it did so very slowly, and she needed relief now. Shakily, she got up onto her knees and steadied herself on the floor with her left hand, but with her right, she gingerly traced her fingers up the toned muscle of her inner thigh until she reached her center. Gently, delicately, she began to rub herself, her ring and index fingers caressing her lips and her middle finger teasingly going inside.

Pain, pain, go away…

When she reached up to clutch her breast though, it was like an anvil dropped inside her, and she doubled over, "W-what's… h-happening…?"

She felt sick in the pit of her stomach and her breasts began to feel sore. She felt bloated, and though nigh-imperceptibly at first, her abdomen had started to swell. Both of her hands fell to the floor for stability as her body trembled and the bulging of her stomach first became noticeable, her breasts also starting to become engorged and the way that they jiggled as her body quaked became more pronounced. Daring to lift one hand from the floor, Coco caressed her rapidly swelling abdomen, at once horrified and fascinated by what was happening to her body. As her midsection gradually continued to grow to full term, the girl reached up, trembling, to cup her breast; what had once been a modest B-cup had become swollen to the point that it would have struggled with a large C-cup bra, and squeezing her quivering breast caused milk to spurt from the nipple like a fountain. Shocked, Coco unhanded herself and her hand flew back to the carpet just in time to catch her as she reflexively doubled forward, feeling her walls part again as her stomach reached the size of a middling beach ball.

"Aaaa-AFH!" She screamed, eyes closed and facing the floor as all the muscles in her lower body contracted, and her cervix fully dilated. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps as the birthing began. Instinctively, Coco pushed, shouting as the birthing pains wracked her body, but she pushed again, pushed… pushed… had to get it out-, "Ugh-GOD!"

With an audible sucking noise, an infant tentacle-Grimm the size of a large grapefruit issued from the gunner's pussy, tumbling onto the carpet as – for only an instant – Coco relaxed and caught her breath. The reprieve was short-lived though, as her muscles spasmed again, and so intense was the pain that, in her weakened state, she fell onto her side as two wet and glistening Grimmlings fought each other to escape her womb at once, before both finally spilled free of her vagina with a squelching noise. Milk dribbled from the breast that she was partially laying on, but as a bleary-eyed Coco looked down at herself, her abdomen still remained somewhat swollen, One…. More…

With a huge effort, Coco rolled onto her back and spread her legs, hooking her hands under her knees to keep them spread wide. Taking a deep, heavy breath, Coco pushed, shouting out as the pressure slowly moved along her birth canal. As the last baby Grimm inside her was squeezed out, Coco's nipples began to spray uncontrollably, the shower of breast-milk tapering off only after the last baby Grimm spilt out of her pussy and her body finally relaxed, flopping back down onto the floor, utterly exhausted.

As she gasped, substantially engorged chest heaving, two words escaped her lips: 'Fuck me…"

Whew… that was a long one… but then, Coco did get the complete package after all. Perhaps this is odd, but I for one find pregnant women incredibly hot, hence the loving attention to the birthing scene… Anyway… Next up is Beacon's number one hot teacher herself: none other than Glynda Goodwitch, and I don't know about you, but I've been waiting to write this monster's tentacles under that particular skirt all week, so we can look forward to that together… As always, requests & suggestions are accepted, especially since we're coming up on the end of my planned lineup and going to be thinking about double or triple dipping, as it were, plus throwing in Neo and the Malachite sisters at some point… Until next time, I do hope you enjoyed.