Your girlfriend is a halfling.
You may wonder what that means, and because of that, you have asked her plenty of times what it could mean. She says it is just a blanket term she uses to describe the heterogenous mixture of blood running through her veins. You don't know why how that could be, but every time she has tried to tell you, you always get so lost in the lore that thinking about it feels fuzzy.
What you do know, is that all the different kinds of beings that make her up carry their own physiology. And one you are really familiar with is the mating cycle.
This is the story of what you thought would be a normal set of laundry...
It was a Saturday morning, and your girlfriend had taken refuge in one of the guest rooms for the night. She said she had come back up on one of her cycles, and she needed the space for the night while she waited out its effects. It was no problem for you since you tended to wake up early anyways.
You got up and started taking care of the laundry, gathering all the clothing you both had accumulated on the bed. This time, her clothes were a bit slimy, constantly making your hands slippery as you handled them and dumped them into the basket. I wonder what form this was, you thought as you placed one of her worn undergarments into the basket.
With everything gathered, you started walking over to turn on the washer machine. On the way, you had to pass the guest room, and as you went right by the door, you heard peculiar noises that got your attention. You had to double back on yourself, wondering if it would be a good idea to listen closer. One ear to the door frame wouldn't hurt, right?
You placed the basket down as you got on your knees. The walls were pretty well made for a small, two-story apartment, but a surefire way to hear things was always the little gap under the door. Putting your ear close, you listened in. You hear sounds of squishing, gooey masses that moved along the bed and made its frame creak. It was wet, like listening to someone stir mac and cheese. You were pretty sure there was no stove or any cooking appliance in there, but if this was one of her cycles, you decided it would be best to avoid it for now.
"Whatever you do, do not come into this room," you recall her saying, although, like the lore, that is about as much as you can remember. You never did have a good memory like that. You were sure though, that the why to the what was very important, for her and for you.
The washer came on with a delightful chime as you started piling clothes in. You hummed as you added clothes into the washer's drum, getting frustrated as your gf's clothes would keep slipping out of your hands. Even worse, the gunk on the clothes was annoyingly getting everywhere you touched, and yet clinging to your hands like glue. It was like the world's worst honey trap, having to run to the sink several times before you decided to give up and pour the entire basket in at once. You heard the mass land with a wet plop, settling down at the base of the drum. You then got the detergent, a box full of white powder, and took one scoop before looking back down into the drum.
You were supposed to add the soapy bits first.
You facepalm, reveling in your absentmindedness. You knew you weren't getting those clothes back out without some herculean effort. You turned back to the guest room door, still faintly hearing the noises going on inside. You knew you shouldn't, but she was always very strong. Just in case though, you went downstairs to arm yourself.
Going into that room will require not only bravery but preparation. Everything you got was specially chosen. A trash can lid to counter claws. Saram wraps to be slippery. Honey to lure her into corners. Googles that could see through even the thickest of liquids. And last but not least, a Bluetooth speaker that has every single nu-metal song ready to play for hours. Fit for seducing her by sound.
Confident in your defenses, you went back up to the second floor, carrying everything with you like a knightly traveler. You imagined yourself, going straight into the dragon's den, knowing good and well that the dragon was right there waiting for you. You noticed the squelching seemed to stop as you made it up the flight. You paused, leaving a person's length between you at the door. You saw the door knob begin to wiggle, crouching down and raising your trash lid shield actively.
giggle giggle.
giggle giggle.
creeeeeaaaaaaaaaaak...
Through the sliver of the doorway, you saw dark purple masses, and one eye that was yellow, with glowing red slits that radiated in the dim lighting of the hallway.
"Honey?" You question.
"[yyyyyyyyyy\\\\\\\\\\nnnnnnnnnnnnn]" She responded very slowly, with a second voice that sounded layered right below her own. The crack widened further, revealing the true nature of her current form. There was no mouth where she could have uttered your name with such a demonic tone, yet you heard it as clear as day. The eye you shall turn out to be part of dozens. Each one blinked at its own pace and dotted her face like freckles. Her hair was but a mass of dark purple slime that would drip further down her body, its most solid pits trailing off into tendrils that hung from what you presumed to be her scalp. Her clothes were none exist, but it didn't matter. A constantly moving mass of thick, gooey tentacles obscured any form you could make out, some even grabbing onto the edge of the door frame before you batted it away with the business end of the broom in your hand.
"Hellllp, meeeeee" She asked, a hand appearing out of her goopy self to extend out to you. "I...I need releaaase..."
You were on edge, this was always the wildest heat of the year. You didn't even know eldritch beings could have a mating period, but you supposed if it was living, it had to reproduce somehow.
Even still, it couldn't have been splitting cells or something?
"If you ever get to this point, you're too late," you recall your girlfriend also saying. "I'm almost certain to catch you. However, if you can, run. Run and hide in the garage. I don't think I would be able to leave the house if I'm too busy trying to get to you."
As you recalled her advice, you realized one of the tentacles had ventured far enough to grab hold of your ankle. You hit it with the broom, feeling her screech as she retracted it back to her ever-moving form. "I'm sorry!" You called, seeing her hold the tentacle dearly and wince. You came closer to her, wanting to console, but then jumped back again when she tried to grab you.
"Arrrr, arrrr, ahhhhrrrahhh!" She growled demonically, holding her head. "Must...not...touch...please...I need...help..." Her voice reverted back to normal for a moment. Was she coming out of it?
"Are you alright?" You said, going back towards her. As she fell to the ground, you semi-caught her, setting her softly down and getting on one knee.
"I'm sorry...my head is just cloudy right now..." she said. "Please, If you just push me back, I can endure this..."
"But you're in so much pain," you state. "Come on, if there is anything I can do-"
"There is only one thing...but I can't. I can't do that to you..." she says. "Just trust me, this is best for the both of...ahhhhh, arhhhhh!" She gripped your shoulders harder, fighting off the urges running through her body. Your body was starting to get covered in purple slime, but the wrap was doing its job and keeping you dry.
"Whatever you need," you assure, embracing her in a full hug. "I can help. Besides, I need you for laundry right about now..."
"Re...really?"
"Really."
She couldn't but smile warmly, and then lustfully.
Really, really lustfully.
In an instant she dragged you back into the room, one tentacle shutting the door right behind you two. Now inside, you could see the full mess that was happening. Everywhere had become her body, tentacles running up the walls, ceilings, and even covering the floor until you couldn't step anywhere without stepping on her. As for you, she brought you on top of the bed, laying you down over her. Her tendrils quickly wrapped around your limbs, permanently locking you in her embrace.
"[y\n], [y\n], oh [y\n]!" She said, grabbing your head. Just then, you could see the dozens of eyes look down at you, parting ways as a wide jaw formed. The moment she opened it, you saw rows and rows of teeth, seeming to sink infinitely down into the abyss. You stared into it, seeming something creep further and further up from its depths. All of a sudden, a tongue shout out of her mouth, slipping right through your lips and straight into your mouth. The hand on your head pressed you into her face, lips suction cupped together. She instantly went to work removing all the protection and clothes you worked hard to put on, tossing them aside like used paperweights until only your bare form was left.
"It's so close now," she moaned into your mouth, the several voices bouncing around inside you like rubber. You felt it creep into the very etches of your mind and soul, feeling your cock react accordingly as it began to switch and harden against such a lukewarm body. You nodded in agreement, the constant stimulation of her moving form becoming a lot to handle. Soon, your entire body became just like your hands. Covered in her slimy glue that left tingles racing across your skin, leaving hairs standing on end. All the better to stimulate as well, as it would creep everywhere it could. Your pores. The spaces between your feet. All massaging you to a blissful stun that left you dazed.
And that wasn't even considering the kiss. You were making a crater in her face now, but it was alright. Eldritch beings weren't exactly known for static forms. You could be completely surrounded and inside of her head, you know all those eyes were watching you, taking in every twitch of your eyes and moan that escaped your mouth. You especially seized up when her tongue began to go further down her mouth, branching off into your trachea while the main section continued to worm its way down into your stomach.
Your eyes started to roll back. You don't recall ever being violated like this before. Your lungs were getting coated in slime and puffed with oxygen laced with her lustful scent. The fluids in your stomach and gall bladder were getting slurped up like fountain soda. Your liver, one of the most resilient parts of you, couldn't handle the barrage of juices it was being fed, and more of her body now had a direct passageway straight into your bloodstream. You weren't being turned nor transformed. You were being invaded, an assault on your exterior while your interior got prodded for more and more holes.
At some point, you slipped into her pussy, but your mind could barely handle it. Nerves inside and outside were being tripped off like mice traps. You would go into shock, but she was taking care of that too, sedating you with whatever hormones she could pump right into your arteries to keep you on the edge of heaven. You could only babble, moan, and eventually just do short gurgles as your brain short-circuited and fried itself over and over.
Your climax was the fall off the cliff. Your hips instinctively trusted forward, feeling all her feelers and such pulse your cock ferociously. You spurted glob after glob of semen, hearing her pleased hums and screams ring against the very fluids of your inner ear. It wouldn't stop either, your balls massaged into overdrive to produce more cum, more semen, more anything. There was no need to worry about running out. If needed, she could just pump more water and sugars straight to your reproductive system and bladder, with some of her special things added of course
Eventually, though, your body started to break down. Not even her control of the most minute nerves could stop you from beginning to fade. As your body kept cumming more and more into her, your mind started to fade. One last giggle and bite on the ear is all you felt as you trusted again and inseminated her once more.
Waking up, you felt yourself sitting on your eldritch girlfriend. All the tentacles have retreated. She had replaced all your fluids, but even then you felt hollowed out. You just laid on her torso, her slimy hands patting you, and leaving a whole lot of goop that got down to the scalp of your head. If you tried to lift it up, it would begin to drizzle down, covering your eyes and face and back in it as well. "Ha..." you began to talk, but she softly stuck a finger into your mouth, preventing you from uttering a word.
"No need, [y/n]" she said, a blush somehow coming through on her face full of eyes. Her double voice was gone, but now the lack of it was just as eerie. A single tendril wrapped around one of your fingers, and brought it down to her belly. One that was so bloated, and full, but it wasn't as round as you expected it to be. It was instead bumpy and full of squishy, but ultimately firm objects. "Do you feel that?" She asked. You nodded, continuing to mindlessly suck on her finger which was still allowing you to swallow more slime down into your stomach. It tasted like your favorite meal times ten. You didn't know if it was because your stomach was so empty that you could run a buffet out of business, nor did you care. Your head was still rebooting even now.
"That is all you, sweetie," She said. "All these eggs, we made together."
"Mmmmmm..." The thought of it made your supported heart swell with pride and satisfaction.
"But..." she said, pouting. "There's still something missing. We need a warm place to keep all these eggs. My body is no good, All the halfling bits would get in the way."
"Mmmmm mmmm..." You weren't sure what she was getting at here.
"But your body..." she trailed off, making sure to get extremely close to your ear before continuing. "...is perfect"
Her double voice hit like a body check from a hockey player. Voices yet again, bouncing around inside of you, echoing off you like you were a cavern and stunning your still-sensitive body yet again. Your head began to droop back down, but she caught it. You felt two things just then. One, very thin tentacles that curled lovingly around the outside of your ear, before pushing a tiny bit inside.
Two, a bulge that began to lift your hindside up.
"Mahhhh?" You asked. You were back to unintelligible words. Just as you were beginning to recover, her several voices dropped you back down into the pit, making you as hopeless as a 3-legged mammal. Still, you huggled tightly as the ovipositor hardened more and more until it jumped out from under you and squirted a jet of precum onto your back. It was warm, like a pot of stew, and made your flaccid cock twitch yet again as it cooled against your back.
"You silly goose, of course the eggs are going to go into you," She said, giggling as she grabbed your ass with two hands. Two more hands held up upright, your own arms limp at your side as a fifth handheld your head up by the hair. You screamed as the ear tentacles began their slow descent into your ear. You started to shake your head, unable to resist how much your outer ear was getting invaded, but even more pairs of hands all came forth and held your head steal. Sounds in your ear got closer and closer, until it felt like it was rooting against the very core of your being. Your ass was being spread open at the same time, the thick tip of her ovipositor pressing against your untouched pucker.
"I have to do this around the same time, or else one may be painful and distract you. Now then..."
Painful! Wait, painful sounded bad!
You began to mew, beg, and cry. Whatever noises you could muster up in your mushy head as she counted down. One of the hands rubbed your cheek, shushing you like you were a child as she got closer and closer to the last number.
"3...2..." She licked her lips, starting to add pressure to all three limbs at once. You tensed up, your tongue hanging out as your throat parched up. "Ack-"
"One!" She yelled, all three holes invaded at once. Your left ear was lit on fire as your eardrum popped...but it was numbed by the feeling of your right ear also being overtaken by a tentacle...but that was also numbed by the tapered end of her ovipositor forcing its way against your internal sphincter. Everything melted together into one distorted static that left you unable to react to any. Your eyes were in the back of your head, figuratively blinding you, but two more tiny tendrils expertly maneuvered into your eye sockets and rolled them back down, forcing your eye muscles to take in the many eyes and panting teeth that absolutely adored you. While you began to lose more of your sanity. More hands moved to caress the rest of your body, drinking in every curve you had on a cellular level. With your body ruined from earlier, this was as mind-numbing as being milked during your last climax.
This was too much, you wanted to know the progress inside of a womb soon to be made of you, but her smaller tendrils demanded an insane amount of attention. Once they got passed the eardrum, all you could hear was the constant rubbing against your middle ear, heading down the pathway that connect back down to your nose. Even tinier tendrils would split off to continue deeper into your ear. It would wrap around the tiny bones, and slip thinner and thinner until it could go right into your inner ear and wreak havoc on the inside of your cochlea and canals. your vision started to spin intensely. The face you were forced to stare at quintupled as you began to feel very, very dizzy with all the sloshing going on up there. You couldn't tell up from down anymore. You even felt like you were going to throw up, hurling and then moaning as the thicker tendrils in your ear finally made their way through to your nose, coming out of your nostrils to open up your lips. Once again, that tongue shot down your throat, making sure to catch anything that you may throw up from how much your ears were getting raped.
Behind you, she had already begun thrusting inside of you, her ovipositor shooting more and more hot lube into you as she burrowed further and further. She was forcing you to ride her like a cowgirl, tongue limply licking the underside of her tongue as you kept staring into the intense eyes of your beloved. Soon, she found a good spot deep within you, and bulges began to come up her egg-laying member. The inner ear tendrils and eye tendrils began their final surge forward, soon to reach the nerves that directly connected to the brain itself.
"M...a..." There was nothing left within you to voice. No morsel of resistance as you felt sparks begin to literally go off inside of your head. They were closing in, you could feel it, as it was an electrifying feeling you had not felt before. More intense than a lightning strike, and far closer to the very core of your being. You feared if you were to cum at this rate, you actually may die.
"Oh, [y/n], my dearest, my favorite human in the whole world," she said, letting all the voices shine through now. There was no overriding pleasure at all. She was the complete opposite of you, always having a calm face. She drank in one last look at your face, your muscles all loose from the constant hours of sex that the two of you shared. It was the one time you have seen every single eye blink, and a normal mouth form on her face to give you a humane smile. Right on the cusp of orgasm, she leaned into you, and said-
"You-"
"Are going to make-"
"An excellent broodmother~"
With that, the tendrils in your ears and eyes finally reached your brain. The hands all held you down, not letting one degree of freedom you had go uncaptured. The tip of her ovipositor opened up, anchoring itself inside of your depths. Egg after egg began to shoot into your body, each one alternating with another hot shot of cum in case your endurance from earlier didn't fertilize them.
The tendrils shot across all of your neurons, triggering all of them with reckless abandon. You completely lost your senses. You started to piss streams and cum as hard as you physically could, losing complete and utter control of your bladder. Of course, everything was caught. All of you were held safe and still. Nothing would be allowed to escape from your girlfriend, and every single gelatinous mass she had in the safety of her belly, was now going into a new home. You could do anything, as much as you want, as nasty and as disgusting as you could, and nothing would change. She would drink it happily, and convert it to more healthy nutrients to nurse the eggs. It definitely wouldn't stop your belly from expanding, stretched further than it should be humanly possible.
But you weren't a human.
She said it yourself. Why else would she have prepared you with all the tentacles in your digestive system?
You are a broodmother.
And you kept being one, cumming onto her body and accepting every round ball of life inside of you, until for a second time, it all went black.
The third time you came to, your girlfriend was finally back to her normal form. She looked human again, with two nice sets of eyes and only two arms and legs.
However, you were converted into a factory for the young inside you. She estimated the gestation wouldn't be long, only two months' worth of letting everything sit and grow. Those two months, however, were laborious. You were basically bedridden with the eldritch youth inside you. She would make all of your food, and would often turn into her eldritch form to feed you mouth-to-mouth. Each time she did though, you blushed, the appearance reminding you of what had happened before.
Eventually though, those two months passed, and you were finally able to lay the eggs. A giant basket had been bought for the occasion, and she happily held you in her lap, gently kissing you and massaging you as egg after egg popped out of your womb and into the basket. You weren't sure what would become of them, but the post-maternal hormones were definitely messing around with your thoughts. You started to miss the feeling of being full and being used to create more creatures to expand across the world.
Although, now that your head was sort of clear now, you wondered if that laundry ever got done...