"M-Mother Mnemosyne, wh-what should I do?" Pandora asks me as I carefully stroke her belly, feeling the eggs using her nutrients and genes to form. I wonder what kind of tentacle will be born.
"Just wait, daughter. Just wait." I make a tentacle rise from the floor, shaped like a mask, and place it over Pandora's face. A tentacle enters her mouth to feed her.
"Drink it all. It's good for your health." I watch her swallowing everything poured into her mouth, while I see her belly writhing. It seems my eggs are about to hatch already.
"..." Once she's well-fed, I carefully remove the tentacle from her face.
"Do you like Mother's cooking?"
"Y-Yes... it's tasty," she murmurs, squirming in her restraints. I hear small cracking sounds.
"A-Ahhh..." She begins to moan and sweat. I wonder for a moment if I should let her give birth to all of them, or leave them trapped inside her anus so they devour each other and become one large tentacle.
'Let's leave it to chance?'
