The Somersworth Incident Pt. 4
[The following is a record of the fourth interrogation session with the only known survivor of the Somersworth Incident. The subject has been sedated to expedite questioning. Due to unusually high resistance to all known substances, the subject is now receiving several times lethal dose in multiple sedatives.]
[The subject is resting her head on the table. The subject is instructed to continue describing her experiences leading up to the point of her rescue.]
Huh...? Mmf... I don't... I don't remember...
[The subject is instructed to continue from the time of the blast.]
...Oh.
[The subject remains silent for an extended period of time. Her consciousness is verified.]
I...! I was alone. It was dark. And... they were growing inside me... My children. He had given me enough to keep them fed... until...
[The subject remains silent for a short time.]
I dunno how long I sat there... in the darkness. But at some point, I realized-- I could see. And there wasn't-- light anywhere or anything. I could just see. Not well, but I could see my paw. Could see the walls... could see the hole in the ceiling. Could see my belly... I could always hear them. The more time that passed, the more they moved around. Couldn't tell how many. My babies... They got bigger and bigger. They ate up what he left, until there was hardly room to move-- I could feel them right under my hide. Could rub over a leg or a head, and they moved, pushed back.
[The subject fidgets with a paw on the table.]
I knew right away. When the time had come. Deep down, between my legs, there was a sudden flexing. I could feel my muscles moving instinctually, and I spread my legs just like that. I started to scream, and my cervix started to stretch. I could feel the head push at my insides, stretching me forcefully.
[The subject sighs.]
Just like their father... I started opening wider and wider, around the curve of the head until it was sliding out. There was some cum spilling out with it... it was drenched in the stuff. Slopped onto the stone, and just like that... got up on all fours... then rose to its feet. It couldn't have been much bigger than a regular baby... it looked around, and it looked straight at me. Eyes... a heavy brow... canine head, like his father... he looked mostly humanoid. Had my tail, too... But he was definitely packing like his father.
[The subject smiles briefly. The subject's head remains on the table.]
He looked me over a little, and moved away. I didn't have the time to do or say anything before that flexing started again... More slid out of me, my pussy stretching out wide all over again to let heads and shoulders slide on out of me. Slop cum all over the insides of my thighs... They were all different. Feelers instead of arms, more teeth, different shapes, postures... There were seven in all-- but the first was missing. He had been the biggest-- the most muscular. He'd disappeared while I was giving birth... they slid out of me, one after the other, till my middle felt hollow...
[The subject touches her stomach.]
Deflated. I felt like a shell... I half-sat, half-lay there in shock, and they were all moving around... Inspecting the room. Pacing. They got into little spars... little play-fights with each other. I felt so odd... all sorts of things were swirling in my head. Thoughts. Ideas. Emotions. But they weren't mine...
[The subject shifts and slowly straightens.]
One of them approached me. He was the only one with fur... barely a light little fuzz over his body. I felt affection and desire... and that confused me to all hell. But it wasn't my affection. I could feel the little one's love for me... I was terrified of him. His eyeless face staring at me, halfway between canine and chipmunk with perked little ears. I could feel his love, and I wanted to get the hell away. He hugged my leg, and-- I kicked him off.
[The subject shakes her head, looking down.]
He just got up and came back. Hugged my side... I could feel his love, his pure, unquestioning adoration. I... couldn't understand. I just started to cry, and he just hugged me. Another came, and another, and they were all hugging to me as I sat against the wall, wallowing in revulsion under the thick waves of their affection. That's about when I felt it...
[The subject raises a paw to one of her breasts.]
The fuzzy little guy was sucking on my tit. It... felt good. I was horrified and something in me wanted to flail and throw them all aside and run from it all, as if I could. But... that part of me was getting tired. Every time that voice told me that this was disgusting and wrong, it was a little quieter. And when a second mouth started suckling at me...
[The subject raises her other paw to another breast.]
Other instincts started speaking much louder. By that point, all four of my breasts were full to overflowing, defying anything so petty as a cup size, although the lower were smaller than the upper. They helped support the sheer weight of the upper pair, I like to think.
[The subject smiles briefly.]
Before long, I had a little one on each breast, drawing tightly at my tip... and I could feel myself flowing. When that first milk started to flow... God. I was shaking all over, and that little voice was nowhere to be found. I slipped an arm around each of the boys snuggling in at my sides as they started to drink of me... from my upper pair. Two more straddled my legs, mashing their faces into my lower breasts to drink their fill. When all four were flowing... the feeling was incredible. And it felt so... right.
[The subject shivers briefly.]
It was like the feeling I had when the creature had been working that knot into me... like the afterglow of really good sex, but sharper. Like everything was as it should be... I loved it. All the little ones were crowding around me, now. Two hadn't had a drink, and the big one was still gone. They fussed about and tried to push the others aside, but they couldn't. One wiggled in down between my legs and... started to lick the cum out of my pussy.
[The subject touches her face for a long moment.]
Just the stuff on the floor at first, but his tongue found its way to my lips quick enough... and then inside. It was the first time in a while that I could actually feel pleasure building inside me like normal... like it used to in the old days. He was just getting started, though... His tongue was pushing all around my insides, but it could only reach so far. So the little guy started pushing his muzzle into my sex... I'd had enough time to recover so that it wasn't easy, but he pushed me open around him without too much trouble. Just slid his muzzle into my sex to lick my cervix... which must have been VERY creamy. He just wouldn't stop... He'd tickle the entrance to my womb with his tongue while the others just drank and drank of me, and it was like this arc of pleasure running through me. Down one side with two hungry little mouths to that tongue, and up the other side with two more little suckling maws.
[The subject folds her paws in her lap.]
I was starting to pant and moan... it had been ages since I'd gotten anything so gentle and pleasurable...
[The subject looks down a moment.]
Even if you don't count the creature... But it wasn't even like they were trying. They were just half a dozen hungry babies, and my body was exulting in feeding them... Even if there was a nice sexual charge underneath it all. Mmh... especially when that dear down below finally pushed his head all the way into me and slid his tongue into my womb. I bet there was a feast in there, because his tongue went crazy. I was trying to hold on, but that hungry little guy was driving me fast into an orgasm. I was squeezing tight to those boys on either side of me, my nipples hard in every little mouth and my legs spreading... I was moaning out, my own voice echoing in the little cavern, and I could hardly hear it. I felt like I was drowning in the feelings of love and satisfaction surrounding me. And... that's what did it, I think.
[The subject smiles softly.]
It certainly helped that there was a frenzied tongue licking the inside of my womb and four little suckers attached to my sensitive spots... but I think what drove me over was... when I finally realized, in the middle of all that, that these creatures loved me. It was real love, and I could feel its purity... there was no doubt in their hearts, and I couldn't doubt what I was feeling anymore. I was surrounded by loving children, hungry for my affection, hungry for me. Hungry for my pleasure... And I answered their rising excitement with an absolute, unparalleled orgasm. And my pleasure... it seemed to blend with everything I felt from them. Like my pleasure had spread to them, and I could feel it within them. We were a mass of orgasmic ecstasy tucked away in our hot little pocket of stone...
[The subject closes her eyes. The subject remains silent for a moderate length of time.]
I ended up on my back on the stone. Slid down at some point... they'd slid right with me, and we were all piled together. They seemed to have bottomless pits for bellies, but my breasts were so swollen and heavy with milk by then, they were barely making a dent... The little guy below seemed to have gotten his fill, though. His head slipped out and he gave a cute little gasp before starting to lick his face clean. I sighed and relaxed, figuring it was just about done with... but I'd forgotten an itching desire in the back of my head. There was one more... and he'd dived right in after the first was clear. In an instant, my pussy was full again, and this time, it was a fat, textured tongue jamming up into my womb.
[The subject straightens and quivers slightly. The subject rubs her thighs.]
He got lots of cream for his efforts... but he didn't seem satisfied. I was just lying there, legs spread, moaning and panting as they all enjoyed themselves, but I could feel this little guy's determination. And so my cervix started to stretch... and a pointed nose was sliding in, with a muzzle behind it. I was stretching open again, but this time... it was gentle. I knew I could do it, and he knew I could do it, and he was just steadily working me wider and wider... I'd already given birth to him maybe half an hour before, and when his shoulders hunched and started squeezing in between my lips, I realized... he was going back in.
[The subject smiles.]
I felt his arms slide up ahead to help, pulling my cervix over his head. He was licking as he went, but my womb was still deep, if squished down now... His footclaws scrabbled at the stone and he pushed himself into me till I had him to the waist, and he was sliding first one arm, then the other into my womb before working in his shoulders. Once he had that much in, he just started sliding... and it felt... good. Odd how he squirmed about and kept licking everything... but good. And I felt a pressure against my lips as he slid in--
[The subject smiles again.]
He'd gotten hard. It was dragging against me, and slowly folded down to wedge in against my insides. Then it was just my legs, and he start grinding against the outside of my cervix till he could get that inside too... At some point, he folded, and just like that, his legs were gone. The little guy bundled up in my womb and started twisting around to lick the walls. I could feel his hunger, his joy inside me, and I saw my belly bulge up and roll around from side to side as he moved, nudging my breasts to either side and the boys attached to each.
[The subject rolls her shoulders.]
It was such a bizarre feeling... all that moving about and pressure in my womb... it was like he was fucking me again... but my pussy was nearly closed again. Pleasure was running through me, but it was tinged with my body's soft confusion, and all I felt was this tantalizing building of pleasure with no orgasm in sight. I lay there panting and moaning for who knows how long, my belly churning with its hungry child within as my breasts were drained and drained by still more of the little ones... and I couldn't come down or get off again. It was terribly exquisite...
[The subject smiles widely.]
But... they got their fill eventually. One finally popped off my breast, leaving my tip cold and dribbling, and another soon followed suit. Their little bellies seemed to have their own little bulges, in fact. They ran off to play-fight, and the others followed eventually. The one inside me was the last... he'd seemed to settle down, till he was only lying inside me, maybe licking at one spot of me... I stroked over his side through my hide, and he stirred and moved around until he started poking his head out of my womb again. I couldn't help but moan out as he worked his body on out of my pussy all over again, and I arched my back and spread my legs as that body slid from my sex. I was... getting used to it. It didn't seem so odd anymore, and I didn't feel strained... it just felt... intense.
[The subject rubs over her belly.]
I didn't know what to think of it all... my mind was coming back to me, but I couldn't escape these feelings... I couldn't tell if they were mine or the little ones', but they were what filled my head. I felt love, and I felt like a mother. Like some kind of profound mother to all of them-- and like their home. I was the center of their world, and they were forever attached to me, and I to them.
[The subject smiles and is silent for a long moment.]
And nothing would ever be able to part us.
[The interrogation is interrupted momentarily by an agent to speak to the interrogator. The subject turns to the recorder.]
These are the children you have stolen me from. You have heard of the wrath of a woman scorned, yes? Doubly so for a mother, I would think...
[The interrogator steps out momentarily.]
But tell me... suppose you stole a mother from her children... but her children were the most powerful force on this planet.
[The subject leans closer to the recorder.]
Do you suppose that their wrath would be any less horrible?
[The interrogator returns. The subject is instructed to provide any weaknesses the creatures have.]
There are none.
[The subject is instructed to provide tactically useful information.]
Well, if you release me now, some of you might live. It's not likely, though.
[The subject is instructed to cooperate.]
Or what, you'll break some more saws on my hide? Stick my face in the water another couple hours? I don't think you've got the time or the equipment to get anything out me, tightbritches.
[There is a disturbance nearby. The subject shrugs.]
I did warn you.
[The interrogator steps out again. The disturbance grows louder. The door dents, and there's some kind of shrieking. Security backup is requested. Nobody's responding t
<This concludes the data of interest recovered from the site of the attack. No survivors have been found. The current whereabouts of Taylor Forde and the creatures she has affiliated herself with is unknown.>
<This concludes this report. Further investigation is recommended.>