The Cabin (Tentacles, Futanari, TF, Cum Inflation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hi there. I hadn't written a story featuring tentacles in a very, very long time. After playing a bit of Corruption of Champions, and reading a few tentacle stories, I decided to try another one. Also as you may notice in the Prologue Chapter tags, there is a bit of vore to this, however it is mild and hopefully won't be off putting to anyone.

Blair Scott opened the door of her father's old truck, stepping down with a slight grunt. It wasn't easy having a vehicle almost twice as tall as she was, since Blair stood at only five feet two inches. She shut the door and looked at the cabin, smiling and grimacing at once from the obvious seclusion of the home, but also at how rundown it was, with windows broken and the wood chipping all over. Even so, it was what Blair had wanted, thus she sent a silent thanks to her deceased grandparents for leaving her this place, although it would take a bit of work before it was habitable. She locked her truck and headed towards the cabin, ready for anything reminiscent of The Evil Dead to jump out.

Of course, nothing like that happened. It was easy to imagine though, since the cabin eerily resembled the one used in the movies, though it was in slightly worse condition and fortunately didn't have a cellar. Blair looked around the place, taking note of various animal droppings on the floor and the destruction suffered by the meagre furniture remaining. Guess it was a good thing they left me some money as well, she thought and pulled out her phone, writing down what she would need done before she dared even think of moving into it. She also reminded herself of how far the closet stores were, noting how long it would take to go there and back.

The place would cost a lot, but her inheritance and her wealthy parents, made it easy enough. Her mother and father spoiled her rotten, even though she had somehow remained tame despite their willingness to buy her any and everything she wanted. Even when her dad had offered to buy her a sleek, sports car for her sixteenth birthday, but she had declined, receiving his truck instead. While she didn't look quite right driving it, nor was it in the best shape visually, but it was sturdy and had seen more than a few accidents in its time, leaving an opposing car a wreck while it had gotten by with a few dents. Blair was more than happy with her life, at least outside of her school.

It was never easy to go through high school. The guys were only interested in getting laid, and the girls only cared about their social standing, with very few exceptions, and said exceptions were made into outcasts. Blair was one of those, though not for lack of trying, she had tried to become a heartless bitch like many of the other girls at her school, but she couldn't do it. They shunned her and made it a point to bring attention to her body, small in every way possible, with the only curves stemming from the baby fat that had yet to leave her. As such, she only had a few friends, and even they were more or less acquaintances. The memories brought her eyes down to her body, sighing at her flat chest.

Blair had more or less stopped growing since turning thirteen. She had actually been on the way to being a tall girl, but her body had other ideas evidently, as such she had a slightly pudgy belly, rounded cheeks, and thin arms and legs. Whatever the case, she wasn't athletic, she was only about average in terms of IQ, and she had no real quirks to her. The only thing really different about her from most others, was her liking of nature, or rather, the quiet that came with nature. Even when there wasn't silence, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, or the chirp of birds were often comforting and even served as a way for her to fall asleep, far more efficiently than any lullaby was. Blair smiled as she thought that she only had one more year of school then it was done.

At the age of seventeen, Blair had given up on growing anymore than the inch or two she had gained in the past four years. This wasn't a real concern however, since she had no intention of working for a living, nor having a residence in the city. There was no need to look good, when there was no one to impress, were her thoughts. The fact that her parents were constantly shoving large sums of money into her bank account every month, meant she had more than enough to survive. The amount in her account would have been enough to support a small family for a couple of years all on its own. Blair knew she was evading having to face life, but, given the opportunity, she was certain anyone else would do the same.

Having noted everything that needed replacing, Blair left the cabin. As she walked back to her truck, a scent in the air caught her attention. It was sweet, almost like honey, but less powerful, with another, somehow, bitter scent underlying it. Blair looked around, hoping to fi

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