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participants: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd
words: 1.1k
content: tentacle monster, dubcon
"Come on in, the tentacles are warm."
Jason dropped his equipment bag, mouth agape. What the actual fuck were Tim and Damian doing?
His two siblings sat… in a pool of limbs. Prehensile, undulating, turquoise limbs. Right in the middle of the manor library, where his usual favorite reading spot was.
He noted, upon closer observation, that male human abdomens were not meant to stretch like that. Both Tim and Damian were nursing large bellies that might have looked like pregnancies if not for the odd, unnerving writhing which was happening inside them and the obvious erections each of his brothers sported.
The question was, how the hell was he going to get them out of that tangle of tentacles? And also, he thought as he drew his guns, said tentacles were getting entirely too close to him for comfort.
He shot one, sidestepping another, then ran to the grand library windows, tearing a curtain free. Firing off a few more shots, he sheathed his guns and kept moving, ripping the curtain as it trailed behind him. The tentacles withdrew at being injured, but appeared to otherwise recover quickly, which was another problem to account for. He cursed himself for not having all his equipment on him. A graple would be helpful. Comms would be great. Where the hell were Alfred and Bruce?
It didn't take him long, sticking to the edges of the library, to complete his makeshift rope. He dashed up a spiral staircase, and tying a paperweight to one end, tossed his lifeline to his siblings.
Tim stared at the paperweight and the attached strips of curtain blankly. Dmian didn't even notice it.
"C'mon. What the hell, you two?"
Whatever drugs that thing was pumping must have been something else. Jason looked around for another way to get to the two before it was too late without getting tangled up himself, and came face to face with a turquoise tendril. He barely had time to reach for his guns when it misted as a fine purple cloud right in his face.
The gun slipped from his fingers. Jason stumbled, trying to still keep his feet under him as he felt them losing strength. He barely made it two steps in the direction of the hall when he fell to his knees.
Muscular, smooth tentacles scooped him up.
With horror, Jason checked his voluntary movements and found each one fizzling out, leaving him incapacitated as he was pulled towards the center of the library.
"Tim," he called as he was brought close, "how the hell did this thing get here?"
Tim smiled peacefully, reaching out to stroke Jason's face. "Damian and I summoned it. A happy accident. Trust me, you'll love it."
And then Tim ws flipped over in the grip of he monster and Jason watched as Tim's anus was violated by a fourth thick appendage, trailing some thick and creamy-looking goo past the stretched rim. Tim moaned and hissed, "Yes,'' as a thick glob of it slid down his thigh.
Jason had his own problems however as his own clothes were stripped away with easy rips and tears. Jason's stomach turned a somersault as he watched his gun holsters be lifted off and casually tossed away. He tried again to struggle, but his limbs didn't move as ordered.
A soft tentacle circled his rim, then poked inside. Fine, this was about one of the worst things he could imagine happening to his day, but he still had an ace up his sleeve. Jason took a deep breath.
"Bruce!"
The name echoed around the library and faded to complete silence except for Tim giggling softly next to him. Jason tried yelling again, watching a second tentacle approach his rear as his legs were spread obscenely by other appendages.
"You're right. I think Father would appreciate this," Damian finally spoke up, looking relaxed and even somewhat bored as he watched his stomach writhe and distend. "I don't have my comms or I would contact him myself."
Jason had to bite down a moan as the second appendage grew in girth from the small little finger-sized tip to wider than a dick. A moan?
He froze as he looked between his legs.
He was getting hard.
Not even registering pleasure mentally, it occurred to him that all of his body felt not just limp, but relaxed and pleasant. Shaking his head mentally if not physically, Jason tried to think clearly. What were his options?
But thinking clearly was easier said than done and he found himself watching with morbid interest as the appendages in Tim's ass pulled out, leaving his hole gaping wide and dropping globs of thick creamy substance. Tim turned and ran a finger through some of the goo that stuck to his leg, putting the finger in his mouth and humming contentedly.
"Wait, Tim, you can move?"
Damian snorted. "Of course we can move. You'll be able to move soon too. Just wait until it fills you with its seed and you'll be free."
"You're not free."
Damian sat up. "I'm perfectly free, Todd. I can do anything I want."
"Then leave!"
Tim rolled over closer to him across the thick mass of writing turquoise limbs and leaned down to kiss him. PUlling away he smiled down at Jason. "Leave where? It's so nice here. Look, it's almost ready to fill you too."
Jason looked down again as Tim placed his hand on Jan's stomach and reeled in horror. HOw much time had passed? His stomach had swelled up to almost half the size of Tim's and was writhing just as much. He could no longer see his own dick, nor see how many tentacles had wormed their way inside him. When had the monster done all this? How had he not felt it? If he focused, he could sense that his entire rim stung, stretched to capacity and perhaps further. And he could sense how queasy he felt with a belly full of something malicious and moving.
But if he didn't focus, everything just felt… nice.
And it was getting so hard to focus.
Suddenly, he saw the size of his belly surge under Tim's gentle hold, the mass inside him wriggling and swelling, and his vision blanked. He felt himself coming, thrusting up into open air. A warm hand wrapped around him, and he cracked an eye open to see Tim's pleasant and blank expression watching him with affection.
"See?"
And Jason did see.
As euphoria spread out from his belly and gave him back his strength, Jason saw for the first time that there's nowhere he'd rather be.