Melting wax rolled down the tallow candle in fat, yellow globs, pooling hot and shimmering upon the rough flat rock on which the guttering light was poised. The orange flame flickered in the dimness of the cavern, throwing the dancing shadows to sway and undulate like living things across the naked stone. The young rat lowered his pick, wiping the dampness from his furry brow. His threadbare tunic was soaked with sweat, the still air of the mine providing no comfort as he stood back from the crumbling edifice and wiped his pink paws on his front. His legs were bare, coated in the same blue-grey fur as his arms and face. His long, pink tail was crooked, adorned with a loose fitting bandage near the tip. A most unfortunate accident which had nearly cost him half his precious tail. The rodent ran his tongue along his crooked incisors, his teeth yellow and curved and looked up at the dent he had managed to carve with half a day’s work. 

“Bah, this will never do,” the rat muttered. “I’ve been at it for how long? I can’t even say anymore. The company has really got to give us something better than these dull picks.” He snatched up the tool and turned the iron head around in his hand. “By the Underking, they think we can simply chew our way through this rock.”

Together with his companion, the young rat had been digging deeper into the depths of the underground. By the decree of the Underking, so many desperate souls had dared to plunge into the darkness, dreams of gold, of gems lighting up in the gloom of the lantern, spurring them onward. Except that he had found no gold, no gems which studded the bare rock. Only the endless grey of stone, of the brown of dirt. 

“I hope Ernand had better luck than I,” said the rat. He shouldered his pick and scooped up the candle. 

The flame sputtered in his grip, weeping its melting wax to burn his fingers. The rat winced, but ignored the pain, raising his feeble light high to see his way back towards the main tunnel. The endless darkness yawned before him, while the encroaching gloom pursued him from behind. His clawed feet tread the familiar path, moving more by feel than by the dull gleam of his single candle. 

“Ernand,” he called into the darkness. His voice echoed from the walls, replying back with a faint murmur. “Ernand, are you listening? You better not be asleep again, you fat fool.”

The young rat stormed down the tunnel, following the path which led into a much larger chamber. The cavern was a high dome of rock. Jagged stalactites extended their pointed fingers from the ceiling, reaching for the rat as he stepped into the cave. From somewhere in the dark, water dripped, keeping a steady rhythm, like that of a heartbeat as he raised his candle, scanning the stone for signs of his friend. 

“Ernand?” he called. “Are you listening?” Terror began to wedge into the young rodent’s heart. What had become of Ernand? The fat rat would not have strayed far, why would he? 

Cautiously, he stepped farther into the chamber. Fat globs of wax pattered softly at his pink feet as he crept up to their camp. Their packs laid open, left by the remains of a fire. Both bedrolls had been folded and set beside their packs before they went to work. Nothing had been touched. Ernand could not have been here. 

“Ernand?” The young rat’s voice began to quaver. “C-Can you hear me?”

From the depths of the shadows came a low moan and the young rat nearly leapt from his skin. Dropping his pick, he whirled, extending his candle out to cast its gleaming light on a swollen, furry body. Ernand, the fat rat, had grown even fatter since that morning in the depths. His fur glistened, damp with sweat and a slick mucusy substance which clung to his lips and pooled between his thighs. Racing to the side of his friend, the young rat fell to his knees, his paw coming to touch the bloated orb that was Ernand’s belly. The rat had always been plump, but now, his stomach swelled, ripe and taut, bloated so full as to be pregnant. His nipples rose from the grey sea of his fur, thrusting up like accusing fingers, each a delicate bud of rosy pink which begged to be plucked and twisted. Gingerly, the young rat ran his clawed fingers through the wet fur, gliding along the curve of his friend’s belly, coming to touch an erect nipple. Ernand gave a moan, his voice sultry and low as if such a sensation pleased him. His nipple glistened, weeping tears of warm white which smelled so sweetly familiar. The young rat rubbed a glistened bead between his thumb and forefinger, smelling the white drop. 

“Milk?” he whispered. “But, how?”

It was then that Ernand’s eyes began to open. Glittering blue set within that pelt of iron grey, he saw his companion and with a trembling hand, he lashed out, grasping the other rat’s wrist. 

“Dimi,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and faintly gurgling, as if his throat were congested. “Dimi.”

“Ernand,” Dimi replied. He placed the candle down and took his friend’s hand. “What’s happened to you? You look like a female during breeding season.”

“Dimi,” Ernand choked. “It was awful. So awful and yet,” his eyes turned away from Dimi, growing dim and unfocused. His crusted lips curled into a slight, dreamy smile. “It was so wonderful.”

His other hand drifted to his swollen belly, his fingers running along the curve of his distended stomach to trace around the hump that was his navel. His chubby thighs opened, revealing the throbbing of his erection. The spongy glans shimmered in the candlelight, glistening with the opalescent bead of his pungent precum. Ernand swayed on his flabby rump, rolling to his side to face the other rat. His belly spilled across the earth, swollen to full term and yet, Dimi believed that the rat could yet grow bigger. He was stripped of any clothing and Dimi then saw the ragged remains of Ernand’s tunic not far from where the fat rat lay. The fabric was wet and slick with the same slime which covered his friend. A cold sweat began to prickle Dimi’s fur and started to shrink back, but Ernand caught him. The rat’s claw closed around Dimi’s wrist, his eyes once more becoming focused as terror filled those azure orbs. 

“Dimi,” he moaned. “Oh, you have to get out of here. Before it’s too late.”

“Before what is too late?” Dimi’s heart thrundered in his narrow chest. “What happened?”

“We dug too deep,” moaned Ernand. “We broke through, letting something out which should have remained buried.” His belly lurched, making him wince. “Oh, you have to go before something… Mmm, something wonderful happens to you as well.”

Dimi’s gaze wandered from the plush, black lips, crusted with a white rime, like hoarfrost in the glacial caverns. He plunged down the slope of Ernand’s throat, finding the empty well of the rat’s collarbone. The soft chest had blossomed, growing bloated with milk as his breasts sagged atop his belly. Dimi’s cock stirred beneath his tunic, rising against the rough fabric as he beheld those pendulous orbs. Every bit as full and ripe as any female, he yearned to touch them, to clasp them in his hands like ripe fruits and to squeeze their sweet juices onto his tongue. Gently, he slipped from Ernand’s grasp and wound his arm around his friend’s shoulders. Whatever had happened, he was not going to abandon the other rat. 

“D-Dimi,” whimpered Ernand. 

“Hush,” whispered Dimi. “I’m not going to leave you.”

His fingers played at Ernand’s breast, slowly tracing along the swell of a milk-heavy globe. The fat rat trembled against him, his body coming alive as a deep groan of ecstasy escaped from his bubbling throat. 

“Mmm, Dimi,” Ernand moaned. “Please don’t. I-I can’t take it.”

His protruding belly gave a sudden lurch, moving against Dimi’s ribs. The young rat stopped, his finger circling the bumpy areola as he felt the stirrings of horrid new life beneath the iron grey pelt. Slowly, Dimi pushed himself back, his eyes daring to look down at the swollen belly of his friend. The skin bubbled beneath Ernand’s fur, moving with too deliberate a purpose to be anything other than a living creature. A slender limb pressed out, writhing below the skin, making Ernand groan in whorish delight. The rat’s paws came to his gravid belly, running his claws along the bubbling movement of life which grew within his body. Dimi leapt to his feet and turned Ernand over, seeing the wetness which gathered at the rat’s rump. His flabby cheeks, dimpled and wobbling, parted slightly, exposing his gaping blossom. A trickle of white oozed from his broken flower, seeping into the fur of his thighs. 

“No,” gasped Dimi. “No, that can’t be.” 

Clapping his paws to his muzzle, he stumbled back from Ernand, as if his friend had somehow transformed into something approaching the demonic. 

“Dimi,” called Ernand. “Dimi, where are you going?” He raised a hand in a plaintive gesture. “Y-You said that you would not leave me.”

Dimi could only shake his head as tears trickled down his cheeks. The other rat’s distended belly boiled, swimming with the horrific spawn which grew within him. 

“O-Oh, Dimi,” sighed Ernand, his arm draped over his pregnant belly. Milk flowed from his nipples, matting his fur as he laid his head on the bare earth. “It’s so intoxicating once you get used to it. It’s coming for you next. Why, it’s already behind you.”

Dimi’s ears swiveled, his tail growing stiff as he felt the dribble of warm mucus dripping on his shoulder. Slowly, he lowered his paws and turned, his eyes growing wide as he beheld the horror which had inhabited the darkness. It was not the entire beast which loomed before him, pulsating with tentacles of dark crimson. Perhaps, like the anemone, it was nothing more than a collection of writhing limbs and there was nothing more to the creature. It slid from a gap in the stone, spilling onto the floor of the cavern like steaming entrails from a horrible wound, its countless limbs filling the young rat’s vision. Tentacles curled, slick with shining slime that hung from each pulsating limb like spider silk. Thick globs fell to the floor as the creature reached for the rat. A terrible scream was ripped from the throat of the rat as Dimi turned to run, only to strike the gravid belly of his friend and topple to the floor with a thud. 

“It’s coming,” sang Ernand. “It wants you too.”

Dimi drew himself to his elbows and rolled to his side, beholding the mass of tentacles hovering over Ernand. The dripping flesh extended, twining around the pregnant rat’s arms and waist. Genly, lovingly, the tendrils would caress his bloated middle, circling his navel to come to an erect nipple. Dimi watched as the tip opened, clasping to that firm bud. Ernand’s eyes fell closed, his expression becoming a dreamy smile as the tentacle pulsed. A wave of nausea overtook Dimi, for he realized then that the creature was suckling, drinking the warm rich milk which flowed from that tender bud. Another tentacle came to Ernand’s mouth, caressing his crusted lips, leaving behind a trail of slick ooze which dribbled from the rat’s dripping chin. The rodent’s mouth obediently opened to his captor, his tongue squirming from between his fangs to resemble a tentacle itself. The creature slipped between his teeth, plunging down his gullet. Ernand’s throat bulged, undulating with the rhythmic pulsations of the bizarre horror. 

Dimi gulped, feeling a strange heat rising in his cheeks as he watched the horrific scene unfold. His cock throbbed, growing painfully erect as the dark red member slid back, then forward, pushing deeper, sweeping to pump its vile slime down the rat’s throat. Ernand moaned, though in pleasure or agony, Dimi could not be certain. Only that he had heard such noises before, coming from the windows of the cheap brothels of the undercity. The young rat closed his eyes, turning from the sight, opening them again to witness Ernand rolling over. His eyes were glassy, seeing nothing, lost in the terrible ecstasy of his fleshy prison. His fat ass wobbled, opening to spill its fragrant nectar. His ring hung slack and ready, demanding to be taken and Dimi’s cock wept its bitter tears as his gaze fell to that puckered bloom. 

The creature slid a tentacle between Ernand’s cheeks, the tip rounded and bulbous, like that of a fist. Slowly, it pushed against the rat’s weeping anus and Ernand groaned in torment. 

“Stop it,” cried Dimi. The young rat staggered to his feet, tears streaming from his eyes. His cock still throbbed beneath his tunic as he screeched at the horrid beast. “Stop it. Let him go.”

The creature, whether it could understand the rodent or not, nonetheless, ignored his pleas. That puffy tip pushed deep, thrusting into the rat’s anus, plunging down to strike the shivering prostate. Ernand let out a cry of blissful agony, his cock spurting its sticky precum onto the floor of the cavern as the beast pulled back. With gentle pulsations, that horrid limb pushed back, pulling away, never stopping as it slid along the shuddering walls of the gravid rat’s rectum. His belly bubbled with awful life, stirred into movement by the tumbling of its parent. The tentacle in Ernand’s mouth began to pull back, slipping from his lips to spurt white slime over his muzzle and down his milky chest. Now Dimi understood what had left Ernand’s pelt so damp, what had crusted his lips. 

The young rat turned and dove for the pick which he had laid on the ground. Snatching up his only weapon, he then turned back to face the horror which was filling the crack in the wall, emerging in a wriggling mass from the ancient stone. 

“You’re a monster,” he shouted. “Something which should have been left buried.”

If only they had not dug so deep, he thought. The tentacles pulled away from Ernand, allowing the pregnant rat to flop onto the floor of the cavern. His pink paws came to his swollen belly and Ernand mewled softly as the monster turned its attention to Dimi. 

“D-Dimi,” groaned Ernand. His lips bubbled with white fluid. “I told you to run. I can’t… I can’t resist it anymore.” His tongue slithered from between his lips, licking the slick ooze from his mouth. “It’s so… Ungh, just hurry.”

Dimi remained frozen where he stood. His pick shook in his paws, his narrow chest heaving as he bit his lower lip until the iron tang of blood was on his tongue. The undulating mass of tentacles was still coming, he could hear the wet slap of crimson flesh on the rock, the rasp as mucusy skin rubbed in the dirt. Snot ran from his puffing nostrils, tears flowing from eyes closed shut. The creature was close now, he could feel the sensuous warmth of wet flesh, tenderly beginning to entwine itself around him like the arms of a lover. So gentle was its caress, as if it longed to embrace him. Dimi opened his eyes and with a scream, brought down the pick. The dull iron sank into warm flesh, black ichor spraying as he wrenched his weapon free. The creature trembled, drawing back its wounded limb, only to be replaced by two more tentacles which lashed at the young rat. Despite his fear, his revulsion at this creature, he could not run. He could not leave Ernand behind and what if the beast should follow? What if it were to find the undercity?

Bravely, Dimi summoned his flagging courage, daring to meet that eldritch foe head-on. He leapt into the wriggling mass, swinging his pick with the intent to sever those horrid limbs one by one. He sank deep into scarlet flesh, whirling in a fountain of black blood like gushing ink. The floor was slick with gore, the stench overwhelming as desperation fueled his fury. The light of the single candle wavered, making the beast appear even larger, as if he were fighting against some ancient, dark god. Dimi swung, his pick rebounding from the spongy flesh, the dull iron point unable to break the skin. A tendril whipped him across the face, sending him sprawling. His weapon flew from his hand to lie only a finger’s breadth away. On his belly, Dimi reached, his claws scratching pitifully at the dirt. One fingertip touched the haft of the pick, then Ernand gave a low sob. Dimi’s back arched as a tentacle wrapped around his leg, dragging him away from the pick, from his only salvation. 

“No,” he wailed, locked in the wet, iron grip of his foe. “No, let me go.”

From the darkness that wriggling mass came forth, tentacles seeking the squirming rat. Crimson flesh, slick with shining mucus, shimmering orange in the flicker of the candle, would wrap around Dimi’s arms, around his slender waist and his sleek, muscular thighs. The rat was borne aloft, held upright, his arms pinned behind him. His fangs clenching until the muscles ached, Dimi fought against the vice-like hold of the monster. His shoulder joints creaked, his hips popping as tendons stood up beneath his fur like steel cables. Yet for all of his thrashing, he could not make those immovable limbs budge. Shining mucus oozed from the soft, pliant flesh, seeping into his fur to make the rodent shudder. More of the tentacles emerged, coming to caress his tender thighs, sliding along the inside of his legs. Dimi’s flesh crawled, his body shivering with a not wholly unpleasant sensation. For all of its horror, those quivering members stroked his furry skin with the delicate gentleness of a lover. 

“Please,” he pleaded. “Let me go.”

Again, the horror from the depths did not respond, instead reaching below the hem of his tunic. Like questing fingers, those limbs slipped beneath the threadbare fabric, sliding up Dimi’s furry belly, slipping around his nipples to emerge from the neckline. The rat could not repress the moan which escaped his lips as the supple red flesh slid against his throbbing member. Another tendril was sliding up the curve of his back, and together the pair began to pull. Dimi’s tunic stretched, the flimsy threads beginning to tear. Another tentacle slipped under his clothing, followed by another, the creature ripping the garment from his body. The wet, slimy fabric fell to the floor of the cavern, much like the discarded clothing of Ernand and Dimi now knew exactly what had happened to his friend. His chest heaved with every panting breath, his belly roiling as he watched with eyes wide as a tentacle came to hover before his twitching, pink snout. Like a serpent, it swayed before him, its movement hypnotizing. Threads of white slime hung loose from the crimson flesh and Dimi could see now the webbing of dark, black veins which pulsed beneath the soft skin. 

The tip came closer, touching itself to his closed lips. The slippery essence of the beast coated his mouth, making his muzzle shiny, but could find no ingress to Dimi’s throat. The rat turned his head from the tentacle, only to have another of the pliant limbs wrap around his neck. With a gentle, but powerful force, the tentacle turned his head back to face the serpentine member which drooled its vile froth to spatter upon the bare stone beneath him. Another tentacle, like that of a lover’s finger, would absently trace his lower belly, making the rat’s stomach clench suddenly. Up, it moved, seeking the ripe buds which dwelled in that sea of blue-grey. His nipples were fully erect, begging to be plucked by the monster, his cock sobbing its shimmering precum despite his revulsion. Dimi closed his eyes, trying to shut out the horror before him. The warm, wet caress of those ropy fingers tickled at his flesh, sending a ripple up his spine that was almost overwhelming. Not even the breeder females of the undercity could inspire him with such a touch. 

Dimi’s lips parted, a low groan bubbling through his clenched fangs echoed in the gloom. The tentacle came to press against his teeth, spurting its slippery essence to dribble from his lips. The odor was like that of ammonia, acrid and strong. Dimi tried to turn away, but he was held fast by the monster. He opened his eyes, seeing a tentacle coming to meet his throbbing pillar. His manhood wept, rigid, veins bulging from the pink flesh as the slippery warmth slid down his plump undershaft. The monster curled languidly around his swollen balls, his scrotum growing fat with fresh seed as his perineum would bloat between his spreading thighs. Tears ran down his cheeks as the rat fought the desire to cry out in ecstatic glee. The creature slid behind his furry scrotum, rubbing the aching perineum, seeking to curl up between the ripe, round cheeks of Dimi’s rump. Gaping with eager desire, his flower blossomed as the warm tip pushed against his ring. 

Still, the rat would not cry out, not open his mouth to the beast. Another limb rose up coming to his cock. Circling the weeping tip, it then split open, like the petals of a crimson flower. Slowly, it closed itself around Dimi’s manhood, undulating in lazy strokes like that of a million tiny fingers, each curling around his cock to slide along his quaking flesh. The creature suckled, sliding up his shaft, the tentacle would close hard around his tip. Fleshy protrusions lapped at his glans, flicking the gaping urethra. Down, it slid, coming to the base of his cock, its slime wetting the wiry pubic fur as it pumped, drawing the rat to buck his hips. Meanwhile, like a warm tongue, the tentacle between his cheeks lapped at his ring, circling and caressing that puckered doughnut. Mucus flowed down Dimi’s thighs, dribbling onto the floor of the cavern as the rat could no longer hold back his elation. 

“O-Oh… Oh…”

That fateful moan would open his lips at last and the beast did not hesitate. Like a striking adder, the tentacle shot for his open mouth, plunging deep to plummet down his throat. Dimi’s eyes snapped wide in shock, feeling the warmth of alien flesh on his tongue. His throat swelled with throbbing meat, his belly growing hot as the beast poured its ropy essence into his stomach. The pulsating girth filled his mouth, rolling on his tongue as the rat began to caress the smooth skin. Slowly, he slid his tongue along the tentacle’s flesh, tasting the tang of its fluids, delighting in the pulsing of the veins beneath the skin. His eyes fell into a dreamy half-open stare, seeing nothing as the intoxicating sensations would cast him adrift onto that sea of bliss. The tentacle pulled back, curling to rub against his palate, sliding back down his gullet to release another strand. Dimi’s belly began to grow tight, swelling slightly as the creature pumped. The tentacle closed around his cock suckled, drawing the spurting precum which was quickly growing white and thick with the first of the rat’s virile seed. 

Dimi’s hips bucked, his balls churning, demanding to release. His nostrils flaring, Dimi could no longer hold back. His tip erupted, spurting his thick semen into that alien horror. The tentacle bulged like that of a hose, slurping his essence. The mass quivered, thrashing as if in the throes of ecstasy, drinking more of his precious seed. In turn, the tentacle in his mouth would undulate, flowing with ropy slime to pour into his expanding belly. His flesh stretched, making him appear three months pregnant as threads of white slime dribbled from the corners of his mouth to drip onto this chest. Dimi’s cheeks swelled and the rat did not know how much more he could take. He would burst like an overripe fruit if the creature continued. Mercifully, the beast pulled back that oozing member, slipping it from his lips to allow him to wretch down his chest and belly. His fur slick and wet, the creature played at the curve of his stomach, coming to circle the delicate buds of his erect nipples. 

His tongue lolled from his slimy lips, white with the reeking fluids of the creature. His head spun and Dimi felt his world turning as he was lowered to the floor. On his knees, the creature pulled him forward, his ass sticking up into the air. The tentacle between his cheeks curled and then darted into his gaping ring, piercing the wailing rodent. Plunging deep, the questing member struck his core. Dimi cried out in jubilation, screaming his joy as his belly swelled with fresh expansion. His guts churned, filled with the red, throbbing flesh which eagerly stroked as the beast pressed against his prostate. His softening member spurting into the limb which held him, the creature would drink up his shimmering fluids as the tentacle pulled back. His anus clenched, closing hard, not daring to allow that retreating member to escape. He craved the touch of the beast, though the sensation reviled him. His heart hammered, his vision swaying as he fought to keep his head together. 

“Ernand,” he moaned pitifully through a mouth stuffed with slime. “Ernand, are you there?”

Ernand was laying on his side, his pregnant belly flopped before. One hand had crept to his throbbing rod and was now stroking as he watched the monster take Dimi. 

“Oh, Dimi,” he sighed. “Oh, it’s so wonderful.” The rat closed his eyes, giving his head a shake. “No, what am I saying? It’s horrible. Dimi, I’m so sorry.”

But Dimi could not hear him, for he was lost in the joys of the flesh. His eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open, filling with the red flesh of the beast. The tentacle plucked itself from his blooming anus, allowing another member to appear. This limb terminated in a bulging protrusion, like that of a clenched fist. The agony of that swollen member entering his anus, stretching his ring, made the rat scream, though such cries were muffled by the crimson meat which filled his bloating cheeks. The acrid tang danced on his tongue as the monster poured more of itself down his throat. His belly gurgled, and a pleasing warmth spread through his limbs. His flesh was growing soft, pliant, the pain of expansion numbing, leaving behind a tingling delight as he surrendered to the beast. There was no longer any fight within him. Dimi whimpered, tilting his hips as the tentacle smashed into his core, opening with the spray of thick, hot fluid. 

The tentacle in his mouth slipped back, allowing Dimi to screech his elation as that thick virile stream fountained into his guts. 

“O-Oh, oh yes,” he shrieked like a breeder female during her first rut. His hips bucked, thrusting against the tendril which clamped itself to his manhood. “Oh… Oh… Ungh…”

Faster, the pulsations quickened, pumping deep. Dimi’s belly surged with new growth, becoming as one at six-months and then to full term as he beheld the swelling of his furry belly. His chest was bloating, growing warm and soft, feeling as if filling with liquid. White beads of dampness were beginning well up upon his nipples, dribbling onto the floor as the first sweet drops of his milk began to flow. His overfilled anus shuddered, spurting a thick rope of white slime down his thigh as the tentacle pushed deeper. His belly roiled, squirming beneath him as he was laid down on the floor. The tentacle slid from his broken ass, letting a stream of fluid leak from Dimi’s bruised petals. The rat trembled in the monster’s grip, his body damp with sweat, with the pungent slime that coated those horrid, but so wonderful limbs. He craned his neck, seeing another tentacle approaching. This was tipped with what appeared to be a funnel. Dimi’s heart leapt into his throat, for he could not possibly imagine that such a limb would fit into his body. But, the stretching of those throbbing tentacles had expanded his ring, opening his ass to the beast. The funnel pressed itself to his bruised flower, clamping hard with a sort of suction. 

Dimi gulped, not knowing what could come next. The tentacle throbbed, swelling as something moved through it. Dimi gasped, feeling the jelly-like orb touching his sphincter. Gently, the tentacle squeezed, pushing that egg into the rat. Another came, followed by another, each swimming in the bath of slimy seed which bloated the rat’s belly. Dimi’s hand shook, scrabbling at the dirt and rock as his belly was filled with the softly churning offspring of the monster. Slowly the tentacle retracted and the awful limbs loosened their hold. Dimi rolled onto his back, his paws going to the ripe swell of his newly pregnant belly. His breasts wobbled, fat with milk, leaking into his fur as the tentacles descended, rubbing into his pelt as if to taste of his essence. 

“Oh, Ernand,” he moaned. 

“Dimi,” whimpered the other rat. “Dimi, it happened.”

The creature pulled away, but those awful limbs still hovered above them, guarding the nest. Dimi crawled towards Ernand, his belly scraping the floor, leaving trails of milk behind as he sought to cling to his friend. Their arms entwined, the two rats held each other, their pregnant bodies colliding. The eggs within Dimi churned, stirring the movements of the life within Ernand. 

“Dimi,” Ernand wept. “We should not have come down here.”

“I know,” cried the other rat. “Ernand, I’m sorry. I never should have brought you.”

“Dimi,” Ernand sobbed. His eyes were growing wide, his hand flying to his belly. “Dimi, I’m so scared. I can feel them. They’re coming! Dimi! Dimi, go now. Go get help. Dimi…”

The fat rat fell to the side, his belly rumbling. Tentacles swam beneath his flesh, his belly dropping as the life within him sought to escape. His body trembled, his fur soaked with perspiration as Ernand arched his back. Fluid gushed from his anus, spilling across the floor as Dimi backed away from the screaming rat. The monster loomed above, tentacles reaching for Enrand, grasping his legs, stretching him wide as the first of the horrific offspring emerged. A blob of crimson flesh ballooned from the puckering ring, expanding as the ropy limbs curled in the fetid air the monster flopped the floor, a collection of tentacles that squirmed and quivered. A tentacle from the parent came, scooping up the infant as another would begin to emerge from Ernand. 

“D-Dimi,” wailed the rat. “Go, now.”

Dimi staggered to his feet, his paw tucked beneath his gravid belly. “Ernand, I won’t leave you,” he shouted. “I’ll… I’ll get help. Someone must be in the tunnels.” 

He snatched up the candle and ran for the opening of the cavern. His girth was too great, his body overbalanced as his jutting belly drove him forward. He slammed shoulder first into the stone, rebounding from the rock to stumble into the tunnel. Dimi gave one last look, seeing the offspring emerging from Ernand’s deflating belly. The rat stared up at the ceiling, his eyes devoid of life. Dimi prayed that his friend had not met his fate and ran. His gait was slowed by his gravid form, his belly lurching with every step. Twice, he fell to the dirt and rock, the candle sputtering in his grasp, dripping hot wax onto his hand. Dimi sobbed, forcing himself to stand. His knees ached, so heavy was his swollen belly. His nipples leaked, tender and erect as he ran a hand along the curve of his stomach. What would he even say to those who found him? Would he be like this forever? Bloated, fat, with pendulous breasts like that of the breeder females? A shudder swept through him as he pressed on. 

“I have to make it,” he said to himself. “I have to.”

The rat stumbled, the eggs within him breaking, releasing their squirming brood to writhe within his belly. 

“Oh no,” Dimi screamed. “Not now.”

His belly swam, the tentacles of his offspring curling beneath his skin, pushing against his flesh to pummel his bladder. The rat collapsed, the candle falling from his hand to roll along the rock. Its meager flame danced in the darkness, the only light in an endless black void. Dimi clutched his belly, drawing his knees to his stomach as wave after wave of pain suffused him. Racked by contractions, he could not stand, much less reach for the candle. 

“Please,” he begged, his eyes filling with tears. “Please allow me to do this.”

Uncurling, he reached for the candle, his fingers groping in the dark for that single spark of light. 

“Almost,” he whispered. One arm around his roiling belly, he fought back the pain and agony, grasping the candle. “I have it.”

A fleshy limb would also grab Dimi, a slimy tentacle wrapping around his leg. Before the rat could so much as utter a scream, a second was around his swollen middle. His unborn thrashed in protest as the massive limb squeezed his belly. A third closed around his arm and the rat was dragged back into the darkness. 

“No,” Dimi wailed. “It’s not fair. I was so close.” The candle fell from his hand, the flame at last extinguished on the cool stone. Darkness surrounded him, engulfing him as his screams echoed into the abyss. “No, I can’t go back. I can’t…”

The rat blinked, seeing nothing, but hearing the rasp of bare flesh on stone. He felt his bloated body lifted, then gently set down on the floor of the cavern. Beside him came the ragged panting of Ernand. Dimi’s hand reached out, groping in the dark, seeking his friend. At last, he closed his fingers around Ernand’s paw. He could envision the deflated belly, the fur damp with sweat and slime, matted with dirt as the rat fought for breath, his abused body utterly wasted. 

“Ernand,” said Dimi. “Ernand, I’m sorry. I… I could not get away. Ernand?”

When the other rat would not answer, he squeezed the rodent’s paw. Slowly, the fingers curled, clasping Dimi’s claws. The rat sighed, relief flooding over him. But that relief was soon dashed as the wet warmth of crimson flash crept over his swollen belly. Like fingers, those exploring tentacles slid up the curve of his gravid stomach to curl languidly around his milk heavy breasts. One dripping member probed his lips, drooling its intoxicating venom across his mouth. Dimi’s lower lip quivered, for he had not the strength to resist any longer. His lips parted, opening to allow that dripping limb to slide effortlessly into his mouth. The acrid tang played on his tongue as he slithered along the veined flesh, relishing the pulsations of that wicked limb. Fluid pumped, expanding his cheeks, pouring down his throat as Dimi moaned in whorish contentment. 

His broken flower, the petal bruised and leaking the white ooze of his captor, began to grow slack. His cock throbbed, rising along the underside of his pregnant belly, a bead of precum crowning his tip. Warm flesh enveloped his manhood, suckling at his shaft, nursing the seed which churned in his fattening balls. Dimi arched his back, whimpering as the tentacle slid from his mouth, dribbling its noxious slime like hot wax across his chest and belly. Every stringy drop would make the rat shudder in rapturous glee as his cheeks parted, revealing the puckering ring to the beast. A tentacle pushed against his button, pressing deep to fill his rectum with throbbing meat. A cry was ripped from Dimi’s throat as his prostate bore the assault of that tender embrace. Tentacles wrapped around his arms, his legs, stretching his thighs wide as the red limb slid back, twisting and curling, only to come in once more. The lives within Dimi were moving, sliding downward, his belly falling as the offspring sought to escape his makeshift womb. 

Sweat dampened the rat’s fur and a tingle of terror gripped his beating heart. The tentacle was pushing upwards, meeting the approach of the unborn within him. It was trying to induce birth. Remembering what had happened to Ernand, panic seized Dimi. Pain rippled through his squirming belly, for in the darkness, his water broke, gushing from his crushed petals to pool onto the floor. 

“No,” he wept as agony made his belly clench. “No, not this.”

He was consumed by the need to push, to force those writhing forms from his body. He was only glad that the candle had burnt out and he would not have to bear witness to the abominations that would be ripped from his ass. One after another, they came sliding down his rectum, expanding, stretching his anus to the breaking point as the wet, slippery creatures came into the world. Dimi could hear them flopping onto the floor, squirming before their parent scooped them up. His belly was flattening, his flesh sagging like that of a deflated balloon, milk flowed freely down his fur, making his pelt sweetly wet. Dimi gasped, drinking in the stale, fetid air of the cavern, his body shaking from the exertions of birth. He laid his head back, sobbing quietly as the pain slowly receded into a dull ache. 

“Ernand,” he whimpered. “Ernand, can you hear me?”

What had become of his friend? Dimi’s answer came in the form of a slippery limb meeting his lips. Another limb, bulbous, swollen with fresh seed, pressed against his rump. The rat wept, knowing that the horrific process was to begin anew. He could offer no resistance, all of the fight in him was gone. Obediently, Dimi opened his mouth, allowing the tentacle to enter. His ass gave in, relaxing as the fat limb pushed deep, ready to gush its virile mixture. His deflated belly was beginning to rise, surging with new growth to once more become ripe and swollen. What was to become of him, he wondered as the merciful darkness took him. Would anyone find him? More importantly, would anyone dare to rescue him from so frightful a creature? A new clutch of jelly-like eggs was pushing into his bloated belly and Dimi surrendered himself. He could do nothing else. Ernand was right, they had dug too deep, pushed too far. Now they were to reap the rewards of their foolish actions, again and again.