The Somersworth Incident Pt. 3
[The following is a record of the third interrogation session with the only known survivor of the Somersworth Incident. The subject has been sedated to expedite questioning. The subject has been showing increasing resistance to chemical treatments. Alternative drugs are being used to avoid overdose.]
[The subject is provided with a series of photographs. The subject is asked if she recognizes the pictured individuals.]
Huh...? Oh! Hey, it's Auntie Rosa! I haven't seen her for years... ugh, she's gained a lot of weight. And... oh, this must be little Fredrick. All grown up and slitting his wrists, huh? Figures.
[The subject is asked if she cares about their safety.]
What, these two? Hell, no. Rosa's a crazy bitch. I've still got a scar where she backhanded me with her engagement ring on. God, is she still engaged to that loser? That must've been ten, twelve years ago... Hell, she'd be better off dead, you ask me. And don't try to appeal to me with that brat. Any spawn of those two is bound to be a special kind of monster usually kept in the pits of hell. Mmh. Sorry, no levers here. Let me go and you might live, though. Best deal I can give you.
[The subject is instructed to resume explaining her encounter with the creature.]
And right back to that, huh? Yeah, alright. It's kind of nice getting this all off my chest, anyway. Not like any of you are gonna live to spread this around. That'd be embarrassing.
[The subject sighs.]
I left off...? Oh, the second time he fed me. Yeah... I wasn't awake very long after that. It was hard to breathe under that weight. And when I woke... well, it was still hard to breathe.
[The subject cups her breasts in her paws. The subject smiles.]
Nothing like these, but I had some serious bust all of a sudden. I must have been quite a sight, too-- lying there with dried cum all over my face, panting for air under some F cups and a big, pregnant belly. Just rolling over was hard. I was a little sore from sleeping on concrete again, but I actually didn't feel bad otherwise-- just heavy. Once I rolled on my side, it got easier to breathe, but everything felt odd, flopping around at every angle. The creature was gone, of course, and I was already missing him. Badly. Down there.
[The subject sighs and smiles.]
That need must have been twice as powerful now. If I could reach down there around my belly, I probably never would have gotten up off the floor. I think it might have been a renewed urge to find something to shove inside me that finally heaved me to my feet. It took a lot of tries to keep my balance, too-- my center of gravity was all kinds of thrown off. It was only when I started walking around that I realized that it wasn't just because of my belly and tits that I was disoriented. My body seemed, well. Bigger. A little more muscular, and... the ceiling actually seemed just a little closer than before.
[The subject smiles.]
What height did you have on file for me? Should've been something like five-six? I believe that's about when that went out-of-date. My whole body seemed subtly different. Like it wasn't quite the same one I'd gone to sleep in. It felt bigger and... newer. Younger. It was a little amazing, to be honest. The feeling of... not youth... vitality. If it wasn't for that belly, I would've been jogging laps around that little hellhole. I had plenty enough energy, especially as I started checking myself out. My hips were wider, too. I almost felt sexy. But... that belly just kept ruining my fun. Sloshing around with every damn step. I was just giving up and sitting down again when the creature returned. It snatched me right up like I weighed nothing, just like before, and it wrapped me in it feelers to carry me off. It seemed to be in a hurry.
[The subject shrugs.]
I was plenty happy to see it-- I needed to filled, after all. I was bucking my hips and trying to spread my legs, and it seemed to get the idea. At the same time that it pushed an air tube down my throat, a nice, fat feeler slid into me. I remember I had just enough of a lapse in that desperate need, just long enough to feel ashamed before the pleasure set in. Ashamed at the animal I was becoming, so focused on my physical desires. But... then I started writhing in pleasure, and that was that. The constant waves of motion down my back were becoming familiar, and I kind of zoned out. We were moving for a long time, though. My sense of time was pretty shot at that point, but it seemed like it'd never end. My only frame of reference was that when the creature finally dropped me on a patch of grass, my belly was gone. And my bust had swollen another notch.
[The subject draws a deep breath.]
Standing and balancing was a bit of a chore again, but I got it. I found myself in a forest, at the edge of a stream. The moon was shining, and the air was nice. The creature was lapping at the stream water, and I realized how very thirsty I was, so I joined it. But while I drank from two pawfuls of water, the creature had moved on to sniffing at my exposed posterior. I had just started to rise when the ground left me, and a pressure shoved the air from my lungs, from the inside. I was suspended on a feeler it had rammed up my sex, straight into my womb in a blink. I didn't have the air to scream. A second feeler squeezed in beside the second, and pried into my womb. So thick... I was shaking and trying to coordinate myself, but every shift of my body churned me around on those fat fuckers, the only thing holding me up. They churned and pulled apart, and I felt a third work its way in. I could see a thick ridge rolling around in my belly, pointed straight up at me. I tried to inhale, but my insides couldn't hope to push against those monsters. Finally, the ground flew up in my face, giving me something to brace on. I could just barely draw breath, but the feelers kept shoving it out again. They were shoving around inside me, feeling around, stretching me. I managed a weak little groan at some point. I realized along the way that, for how intense it was, it didn't actually hurt. Not exactly. And when you've got three fat, endlessly long dicks churning around in your womb, and you can handle it? I was starting to get, ah, accustomed to it.
[The subject smiles.]
In fact, I wouldn't have minded a few hours of just that, I think, much as it would have terrified me to consider it with a clear head. But just as I was starting to enjoy myself, they were pulling out. One slipped out altogether, and the other two pulled to just the entrance. They pulled me up and pulled me open while other feelers pulled up at my hips and chest, setting me on my paws and knees. The creature growled, its chest pushing to my back as its forelegs landed on either side of me.
[The subject closes her eyes and inhales deeply. The subject exhales and smiles.]
It was time. That was dawning on me when the tip of that beast, the purple monster the creature kept tucked away, butted against my opened sex. God, it stung! Just the touch of that tip to my inner flesh where the creature held me open seemed to burn, but after a moment, the sensation melted into a cool, lovely feeling. By the time I was done shivering, it was shoving its way deeper. I screamed. My pussy was already straining wide with half that cockhead buried inside, and every heavy twitch of the creature's hips wedged it tighter inside me. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and every inch of me that it barged through burned like the first. It gave one little thrust properly, and its head stuffed inside me whole. The back of it was just barely inside me, and the tip was straining at my cervix, I could feel it trying to wedge into my womb. My whole body was shaking violently, and I would have collapsed if the creature wasn't holding me up. I was panting and moaning, but I couldn't hear myself-- the creature was snarling over me, and its chest was vibrating against my back. Rumbling right over me so loud I could barely tell I was making a peep.
[The subject folds her paws in her lap.]
It gave another thrust. My cervix didn't stand a chance. I blew open in an instant, screaming desperately as the creature's cock ground against the back of my womb. I hung my head, and I could see a smooth mountain ridge in my belly from my wide-stretched lips up to just under my rib cage.
[The subject gestures with a paw up her middle, several inches from her stomach.]
What little I could see between my tits as they bounced around, anyway. The creature thrust again, and I just about died. It had shoved right up my ribcage, and I was convulsing under the bludgeoning to my organs. I gave some kind of death rattle, and luckily, the creature picked up on it.
[The subject smirks.]
Luckily. It grabbed my arms and swung them up, framing them against the creature's shoulders and drawing my body up close against its own. The creature drew, allowing me a moment's breath, and it thrust again. I couldn't believe my eyes. The head of that monster thrust out, stretching my hide out in front of me in the shape of that wedged cockhead. The creature's cock was boring through my front, making its own stretched condom out of my belly, jutting out just under my ribcage. Another thrust, and it shoved between my breasts, throwing them to either side around it. I could see the shape of its cock in my own hide lurching out in front of me as my insides strained further than should ever have been physically possible.
[The subject smiles.]
I don't blame you for not believing me. I wouldn't have if I wasn't there. But the creature had changed me, somehow. It had changed every part of me, and that was only the beginning. Its real job was unfolding that very minute. The creature was slowly drawing and shoving in again, giving me a steady, powerful fucking and stretching me further with every stroke to squeeze more of its monstrous cock inside me. Feelers wrapped around my legs and pulled them up and back to plaster me fully to its belly and drag me down so it could thrust deeper still. My body swung down, and that hide-wrapped cock started thrusting right through my tits, fucking the rack the creature itself had given me through my own belly. It thrust up, past my tits, until I was staring straight at the head of its cock through my hide at the bottom of every thrust. That's when I felt it.
[The subject closes her eyes.]
The knot. It pushed against my thighs even as wide-spread as they were, and then I felt it kiss my lips. It felt like a wall. I thought I'd hit the end. I wanted to believe that was as far as it would go. But the creature was only snarling louder, and the next thrust nearly dislocated my limbs-- it rammed against my pussy with that thing brutally, trying to slam it in. Again and again, with me screaming my soul out as my body warped around that massive cock and took the punishment of that impossibly huge knot. The feelers on my legs started pulling at me, trying to stretch me wide enough. And the worst part was, I could feel it working. My legs were being slowly drawn in either direction, and every thrust strained at my pussy as it drew open. When it first started to go in, I didn't make a sound. My mouth hung open, but I couldn't produce sound. I couldn't believe what my body was telling me. Not just that I was stretching to accept a knot easily a foot wide, but that... I wanted it. That that desperate need to be filled was finally nearing some kind of satisfaction. It gave another thrust, and the scream came. I screamed for pleasure. I screamed for shame. I screamed for satisfaction. I was taking the creature's knot, one hard-earned inch at a time. My body was a quivering mess, but my pussy was perfectly relaxed. Hungry. Accepting. The crown, the very widest part, slid inside me, and I abruptly stopped. I hung numb and gasping for breath, and the next thrust shoved the knot into me fully. The creature was hilted in my pussy, and its tip pushed past my face, throbbing. My head hung in exhaustion, and for a moment, my forehead rested on the shaft of that throbbing monster of a cock.
[The subject shifts in her chair.]
Took me a moment to realize the creature had stopped altogether. I certainly didn't mind a moment to catch my breath, but it had completely stopped-- it was hardly breathing. When I raised my head, it was looking off to one side. It started to snarl. Next thing I knew, dozens of those feelers were descending around me, wrapping me up again. But this time, I was plastered right to the creature's belly, knotted on his cock. Those thick feelers curled around that massive cock bulging out of my stomach, drawing it tight against me-- pushing it into my face and up between my breasts. My arms were pinned to the creature's sides, my legs curled up against its flanks. I was wrapped in the creature's feelers and wrapped around its cock at once, and I realized, I could feel its heart beating all around me. Inside and out. I felt...
[The subject folds her paws in her lap.]
The creature began to move. It was slower than usual, I think, with me in the way. But we covered a lot of ground. Its every move jarred my insides with that cock, shoving it around inside me. The knot wobbled low in my belly, jarring my hips around. I no longer had a clear concept of what was an orgasm and what wasn't, I was just convulsing around that beast in confused, terrified pleasure. Drooling juices all over its sheath and balls as it ran. We finally came to a stop, but when the feelers unfurled, I couldn't see anything. To either side, there was nothing but darkness. I couldn't even see the cock in front of my face. My breath echoed in my ears when the breathing tube slid free. The creature walked about a bit more, holding me suspended as it panted softly, and I could feel its muscles moving. It seemed to be looking about. I wondered if it could see. Then it stopped, braced its legs, and got to work on me again.
[The subject lowers her head slightly.]
Its growls rose, and seemed to fold onto themselves in a great storm of sound as they echoed all around us. It thrust into me, rocking its knot around my insides what little it could. It was warming up again. It throbbed slowly deep inside me as it shifted and shoved at my limits, and its wide, wandering grinds slowly turned to a firm thrusting, dragging its knot against the inside of my entrance then shoving it in against my strained cervix. It thrust back and forth as its snarls rose, and I started feeling more and more pressure on my cervix. It started drawing more to plow in, but the knot didn't even start to pull out. It would just strain at me before plowing in again to bully the entrance to my womb. I panted and whimpered, unheard, and it slowly came to me. The knot was moving. It was pushing deeper inside me, and steadily trying to work its way into my womb. The creature's thrusts grew in power, and my cervix became the bottleneck-- every thrust stopped dead straining against my cervix, stretching it out inwards against the brunt of that knot. I didn't understand how or why, but it was knotting my womb itself. I couldn't stop it. And I couldn't quite bring myself to want to-- somehow, it felt... right.
[The subject smiles.]
My body knew what I didn't. I found myself leaning back, into those powerful thrusts, and my very core relaxed in welcome. I couldn't help but scream as I started to strain wider and wider, but somehow, the feeling of that monstrous knot working its way into my womb felt like exactly what I needed. I panted and screamed and gasped for breath as it shoved and shoved, and finally, the whole damned thing sunk inside my womb, leaving a single huge mound in the middle of my belly, bulging out of the fat swell that was its cock. The creature seemed to catch its breath a moment as well. I couldn't tell if it was quivering, or if that was just my body. Then it got back to work.
[The subject touches her face.]
It had me by the arms and legs, plastered to its chest and bent half backwards. I could feel the strain in my shoulders and my hips every time that monster shoved through my belly. Every time my body warped around that cock, I could swear I was going to dislocate an arm, or that it'd catch my ribcage and tear it apart. The creature didn't seem too worried-- it was thrusting faster and faster now, working that knot inch by inch by foot by foot out of its cock. I wasn't sure I'd live to see just what it was planning with that. I wasn't sure I wanted to. My screams only came out when it was shoving in, and when I tried to inhale, I had to fight the constant pressure and vacuum inside me. I was struggling for air, my hide was getting used like an undersized sex toy, and my bones were creaking and about to pop free. But the creature was loving it.
[The subject lets a long breath go.]
And so was I. All the juices splattering on its balls and the floor below weren't just the creature's. I had reached some kind of... sinful heaven. Or maybe the VIP's lounge of hell. My body was wracked with the kind of pleasure you couldn't even comprehend. If you felt it, even for a second, you would describe it as the most torturous pain.
[The subject smiles.]
And... it was. But it was also absolute, unquestionable pleasure. I was learning that by force. My muscles were searing, my insides were boiling, my head was full of molten glass, and I was quite confident, deep down, that I was already dead. That this was something beyond the realm of the living. I don't know how long the creature had been snarling to make my head rattle before I heard it, but it was revving louder and louder. That's what brought me back to reality just in time. The mass of cock reaming through my body was bulging, and I could feel the bulge of its knot shoving between my breasts. It was almost to the tip, and the beast was... furiously ecstatic. Its body was flexing around me, and its hips punished my whole lower body. Those balls were slopping fluids all up my belly every time they slapped against it, but they were drawing tighter. And that cock... twice, I felt it just barely clip my nose-- felt my own belly fur flick across my nose where the widest part of the head must have been. It was fucking air through my body, thrusting all over the place widely enough it could've taken my head right off if I wasn't leaning up as hard as I could. The roar...
[The subject touches the edge of her ear.]
The creature bellowed, and I thought the Earth was crumbling. Tearing in half. Half a second, and I felt something hard collide with the inside of my womb. Not collide. My womb was shot with a cannonball. And the creature's cum was the gunpowder-- I was flooded instantly. I could hear the rush of liquid inside my head, when the creature's roar faded. I could hear each jet of cum, as I could feel it, drilling into my womb. I could feel my hide stretching further and further, ballooning out below me. The creature held me taut to its chest as it pumped me fuller than any humanoid should ever be. It was... so warm...
[The subject pauses.]
My belly was touching the stone floor before the creature started pulling out. I was barely conscious, but I whined softly.
[The subject chuckles.]
I barely had the presence of mind to be shocked. But deep down, instinct had latched on, and I loved the feel of him inside me. The feel of his body against mine, of my body struggling to accept him. I had found some kind of contentment in that moment that I was afraid to accept... but... the creature had other business. It dragged and dragged, and juices slopped all over before it finally pulled its cock free, knotless. Somewhere deep in my belly, it had left behind... something. Deep in that mass of cum. And the damnedest thing... when the creature pulled out, I spilled out for a few moments, whimpering despite my fear of what I was becoming, and... the flow stopped. I had been strained god knows how wide, and my pussy closed up like a vice. Even when the feelers loosened and I was lowered onto the floor --cold stone-- and I managed to lean right side up to half-sit, I barely leaked. My insides had closed right up around the creature's gift. I was relieved, then horrified.
[The subject smiles briefly.]
The creature had its affairs. It sniffed me a few times, and then it was gone. I was left in pure darkness, on cold stone, with utter silence around me. All I heard was my own breath echoing off stone, and my stomach gurgling. Trying to deal with an intruding mass that might have weighed more than I did... It didn't take long for me to sleep. Or black out. Whichever.
[The subject takes a deep breath and sighs. The subject runs both paws through her hair.]
It was the pain that woke me. My womb tingled and cramped like nothing I'd known before. The tingling was building to enough to make me shake all over, and my insides ached from the constant sensation. It tingled until it burned, and I wanted to roll around and claw at my hide and... and I couldn't even stand, or roll over. I might have been able to drag my belly over on top of me, but I felt so strained I thought I might just pop from too much strain on any one point. So I lay on my side and cried in the darkness until I slept again.
[The subject closes her eyes.]
The next time I woke, the pain was gone. The contrast almost made me feel numb. I felt strange inside... thicker. And on the outside? Well...
[The subject touches her chest.]
My second set were coming in nicely. I was pretty confused at the time... but I couldn't stop feeling them. They were tender, especially at the tips. Just little things, probably no more than a C cup. My first pair were bigger than ever, and firm. My whole body felt firm. Strong. I couldn't quite stand, but I found I could get on my knees and drag my belly around without feeling too much like I was going to pop open. I found a wall to sit against, and somehow, the stone wasn't that uncomfortable anymore. I sat there and stared at nothing, and felt my belly. There was an emotion somewhere inside me that I wasn't ready to deal with, but I felt it, tickling the edge of my mind. I'd just push it aside and try to think about anything. Or nothing. Time passed, and I slept again.
[The subject continues to touch herself.]
Each time I woke, my belly was a little smaller, and my breasts were a little bigger. At some point, I realized that I hadn't been hungry in a long time, but that didn't seem too important, somehow. I managed to get on my feet eventually, and I did a little feeling around. The ceiling was hardly a foot over my head in most places. The floor was smooth and almost level, and I found stickiness where all the juices from our mating had run off. But there were no openings I could find. The only place I couldn't find solid rock was in the ceiling, toward the middle of the room.
[The subject chuckles.]
He liked to make sure I couldn't wander. So I sat down again, and settled down to try and sleep away some more time. I was hoping he'd come back soon. Something felt odd when I settled, though. My insides kept moving after I'd stopped. I felt at my belly, now only a little too large to get my arms around. I felt... motion.
[The subject holds her belly and smiles.]
I felt life inside me... churning in the juices the creature had planted in me. I was terrified at the time, of course. But I just rubbed and rubbed at my belly. I was almost hypnotized with the oddity of it. I'd never planned to be a mother, you know. I figured I'd be giving up the second half of my life to create some ungrateful prat that would take all my money. Leave me soft. I had never even imagined how it felt to have something living, something growing inside me. And there was more than one, I could tell. How many... not yet. But I felt... everything. Horrified. Fascinated. Furious. Sorrowful. Excited. I didn't dare imagine what was inside me, or what was going to happen when it came out. But I knew I wanted him here for it.
[The subject straightens and draws a deep breath. The subject folds her paws in her lap.]
And that's when the blast came. A single, massive shockwave that rattled the stone all around me. I could only imagine one thing that could cause such an explosion. And... I knew, right then.
[The subject shakes slightly and lowers her head. The subject's voice lowers.]
I knew he was dead. I just... knew. And I... I couldn't--
[The subject begins to cry. Many of her words become unintelligible.]
...wanted him to...
...left me with his...
...and what was I supposed to do?! I don't know how to raise your goddamn...
...how could you leave m, me...
...didn't even... didn't even know to... didn't even give me a chance to...
...oh, god...
[The interrogation is terminated for the time being.]
[Recorder's Note: We've finally gotten useful tactically useful information. Speculation is made that this may indicate that the nuclear strike was successful, assuming a connection of some kind between the subject and the creature. While this connection remains dubious, the extremely unusual circumstances of the Incident call for radical reassessment of known biotechnology. The subject's behavior has been consistent with her representation of her beliefs. Further, the subject seems authentically unstable emotionally. The subject's testimonial could be used as solid intelligence if its contents weren't so preposterous.]
[Further interrogations will follow.]