Chapter 3

Annette was working an evening shift at the hospital. It had been a pretty normal day, but even the slowest of shifts left the staff of the busy hospital exhausted. All she wanted to do was get back home and crawl into bed next to her husband who would already be asleep when she arrived. Pressing up against the warm skin of his strong, bare back always worked to sooth her aching body. She sighed as she checked the schedule to see who her next appointment would be with.

She stepped out of her office and called for the patient, who stood and moved towards her. As Annette ushered the middle-aged woman into the hall, she caught a glimpse of the waiting room’s television that was turned to the news. Something about a small meteor landing in the ocean near the United States. It seemed somewhat interesting, but she had a job to do, so she ignored it.

What was impossible to ignore, however, was the sudden outburst of screams that rang out from the halls as she was wrapping up the appointment with the patient nearly an hour later. Annette went to the office door, frustrated that a secretary hadn’t already called security to get things under control. Sometimes, patients with mental disorders would get confused and cause a ruckus. Nothing too rare.

She was about to step out into the hallway when she saw one of the security guards run past her ... away from the source of the panic. Annette was about to get his attention when suddenly a huge, pinkish tentacle whipped past her door and violently wrapped around the screaming man’s waist. He flailed and beat at the monstrous appendage as it dragged him back down the hall towards the waiting room. She still remembered the terrified look in his eyes as he noticed her, reaching out for help as she slammed the door closed.

Fighting down the lump in her throat and feeling like her limbs had been dipped in ice, Annette shakily turned around to address her patient. The older woman looked concernedly at the door, which Annette was leaning against. The patient opened her mouth to ask the doctor what was going on when the glass of the office’s exterior window suddenly shattered, causing both women to scream out in surprise.

Several more of the writhing tentacles had forced their way through the window and pushed into the office, quickly ensnaring the patient’s limbs and yanking her bodily out of the building. The woman’s cries of panic mingled with dozens - no, hundreds - more that echoed throughout the streets of Paris.

One of the slimy tentacles thrust towards Annette, but her jelly-like legs still had enough survival instinct in them to push her out of the way. The tendril crashed into the examination table and became momentarily entangled within the various medical instruments that stood next to it. Seeing her chance, Annette leapt to the door and hurriedly slipped out into the hallway. She didn’t know what awaited her outside of the office, but she was certain that she had no hope if she stayed in her office with that unearthly thing.

Pandemonium consumed the hospital. Annette stumbled through the halls, frantically pushing her way through the panicking crowds as alien tentacles continued to snatch screaming individuals up and hoist them out of windows. Some people were simply being pushed to the floors, well, and even ceilings, before being glued to them with a gooey, syrup-like substance that quickly hardened. The helpless victims were quickly stripped of their clothing by dexterous tendrils, exposing breasts and genitals of various ages and sizes for all to see. Not that people were standing around watching.

Annette, for one, had her sights focused on the emergency exit at the end of the hallway, which led down into the subterranean parking garage where her car was located. The monsters were attacking from the skies all around the building, so surely underground would be the safest option. She grit her teeth in determination and fear, so focused on escape that she didn’t even notice the chief physician crossing her path.

The two doctors painfully collided and sprawled onto the floor, which was now covered in scattered papers and globs of the strange slime that was oozing from the meaty tendrils now beginning to web across the ceiling. Annette instinctively uttered a short apology and reached out to help the older gentleman back up on his feet. Just as she was maneuvering his arm around her shoulder, she saw a look of panic in his eyes. A moment later, he was violently tugged away from her howling in distress by a large tentacle that had caught his leg.

The force of the pull made Annette lose her balance and she fell backwards, crashing into a rolling gurney and staring up at the ceiling in a light daze. Her eyes widened as she beheld several nude men and women tightly encased in the fleshy, sticky surface above her. Their limbs were bound in the pulsating muck as if statues carved from marble, while their primary erogenous zones were completely exposed.

Breasts, penises, and testicles of all sizes dangled and swayed overhead while tentacles, slick with slime, began to wrap around each helpless organ, swallowing up the sensitive flesh. The captives cried out in panic and pleasure as the invading feelers started to rhythmically squeeze and suck their targets, causing them to begin leaking sexual fluids.

Annette felt some wetness hit her cheek and realized it was the vaginal fluid from a woman whose spread pussy was just above her head. Not wasting time to even wipe it away, Annette rolled behind the cover of the gurney, which was now on its side.

She watched in horror as a tentacle covered in writhing cilia and thicker than her arm began to force its way into the woman’s gushing vagina. It slowly rubbed against her moist vulva for a few seconds, prompting the woman, her mouth covered in slime, to desperately whimper. The tentacle didn’t seem to care about her distress, and suddenly pushed deep into her vaginal canal, causing a visible bulge to appear in her abdomen while her whimpers melted away into a deap, throaty moan. The woman’s eyes rolled back into her head and her legs shuddered as the girthy appendage rutted in and out of her.

All around, every other man and woman was receiving the same treatment. Men had their anuses filled, women had their vaginas violated - some even had both holes penetrated - and all of them seemed to be getting administered with some sort of strange injection from needles hidden within the disgusting tentacles. Though Annette knew not what they were, she could clearly tell that the effects were immediate as the captives’ violet struggling quickly changed to lustful writhing.

Annette’s heart was pounding in her chest as she frantically looked around and noticed the tentacles and their ichor beginning to cover all the exits. Luckily, the stairs down to the parking garage were still largely visible, so with the steel will she had nurtured in med school, she got to her shaky feet and sprinted as hard as she could towards the door.

As she ran, tendrils lashed out at her from windows and from the slimy, meaty mounds that were growing along the floor. By some miracle, she managed to escape one by stripping her lab coat off, leaving the monster clutching the white fabric and aggressively searching for a human body within.

She glanced into an open room, and saw a nurse desperately using a clipboard to fight back a tentacle that had smashed through a window. Several of her colleagues were already stripped naked and bound by the tendrils that were now raviging them alongside the patients, but the nurse struggled on to protect the pregnant woman behind her that was stuck in bed. Annette realized that many patients would be helplessly trapped ... those who were in medically induced slumbers, those who were in surgery ... she tried not to think about it. Though she wanted to save the patients, she had to look out for herself first, she decided.

The nurse with the clipboard was soon overtaken by the tentacles, which ripped her scrubs away to reveal her plain white bra and panties. Her underwear was only half-off before the tendrils descended upon her body, suckers latching onto her pink nipples and clit before filling the rest of her protesting holes. To Annette’s surprise, however, the screaming pregnant woman was not molested like the rest of the people in the room. Instead, large tentacles slowly - caringly even - scooped her up and pulled her out the window.