The Somersworth Incident Pt. 2
[The following is a record of the second interrogation session with the only known survivor of the Somersworth Incident. The subject has been sedated to expedite questioning.]
[The subject is asked to describe her life in the days leading up to the incident.]
My... life? I was on leave up until the scramble. Not a whole lot to say. I was single. I lived alone in a small, cheap apartment in York. Not the new one.
[The subject smiles briefly. The subject sighs.]
I... I ran some. Stretch my legs and get out of the apartment. Visited the gym a couple times a week. Otherwise, I'd sleep, or watch movies. Netflix is pretty handy when you've got a month of nothing but time. I guess I don't socialize much. Not much in the way of family-- that I'll talk to, anyway. Dead or crazy, pretty much. I had friends in the service. In my unit. Not anymore, I guess. Is that about enough for your psychological profile? I'm guessing you had trouble pulling up my last tests or something.
[The subject is asked to continue describing the events of her encounter with the creature. The subject remains silent until asked again. The subject slouches.]
After I was fed... after I'd licked the floor clean and curled up against a pillar, my stomach started to hurt. I thought it was just because it was so full, but it was more like a burning sensation. And as time passed, it spread through my lower abdomen, and gradually, my entire body started to tingle and burn, on the inside. I was growing very uncomfortable. The creature was gone again, and I started screaming. Calling out for help. That didn't accomplish anything, so I laid out and tried to endure, but my body just felt stranger and stranger. The first change I noticed was my breasts growing tender. Originally, I was... athletically built. Over the course of several hours, I started to notice growth. It wasn't significant-- I wouldn't have had to buy a new bra, if I had had one, but I was fairly confident there was a difference. At the same time, my sex began to itch.
[The subject shifts in her chair.]
It wasn't exactly arousal. It was just an odd, itch-like feel. Flexing my internal muscles seemed to just about do the trick, for the moment. It was increasing with time, though. After several hours, I decided to try sleeping. The burning sensation had faded considerably, and my stomach was barely bulged. I had no way to tell the time-- there was no light coming in from outside. I only saw by a single light installed in the ceiling. I slept in the shadow of a pillar, on the cold concrete. It was far from comfy, but I found I was pretty sleepy once I'd laid down. When I woke up, the changes were much more noticeable.
[The subject looks down and folds her paws on the table.]
I had real boobs, to start. But that's not what had woken me up. The itch had become... a need. I felt physically in need of something inside me. I couldn't hold myself back. I pleasured myself with my fingers, which helped, but was completely unsatisfying. I started to hate myself again, for what I was already thinking. I was starting to wish the creature would come back, and fill me. I knew I couldn't stand a chance with its full equipment, but right about then, one of those feelers would have felt amazing. But the creature wasn't there. I pleasured myself continuously. I explored the room, trying to find something I could put inside myself. I spent a good deal of time standing under the hole, pleasuring myself and calling out for someone to come and... to come and fuck me.
[The subject is shifting in her seat repeatedly.]
My throat was sore before the creature finally showed up. It sniffed me, and sniffed at my paws and sex. I was ready to pull one of its stray feelers right inside me, but it was quick to grab me up by the thighs and heft me into the air, spreading me open. It just jammed one right in me on the spot. I was wet enough it barely even hurt, but it kept shoving against my limit. It was shoving hard enough to feel like a good, deep fucking, but that's not what it was trying to do, as far as I could tell. It was testing me. It shoved at my insides until it squeezed into my womb. That's when I came, but it kept shoving up into me, trying to push deeper and deeper. I enjoyed it plenty, but I can't say it didn't hurt. Then it yanked out. I was left... still wanting.
[The subject looks to one side.]
It turned to go, and I noticed it had its cock unsheathed again. I remember I quivered, barely on my feet and my knees were about to give out. I knew I couldn't take it, but I wanted more. I begged the monster. I clung to it. I was starting to cry, and I could feel my excess juices trickling down my thigh. It stopped, and turned on me again. I thought I was going to get what I wanted. It stepped around me and rolled on its back, laying on a cushion of those appendages. It was presenting that monster. That cock. I was afraid and backing away, but it was already grabbing me up.
[The subject moves her chair in and leans on the table.]
The creature flipped me over to hang by my legs. It took my arms to bring me up a little, and point me diagonally, nose-first, at the tip of that monster. I struggled, but that didn't last long. That smell was already in the air, and I was licking my lips before I knew what I was doing. It didn't keep me waiting long, this time-- as soon as my tongue reached out for a lick, it lowered me till the very tip pushed into my mouth. I was...
[The subject chuckles.]
...Happy to oblige. I suckled at that cock, at every part I could get my lips around. I was lashing it all with my tongue, too. Anything for a little more of that juice. The thin stuff, the pre was just drooling out like a trickle from a faucet. I couldn't get enough. But the more of it I tasted, the hornier I got. It was... a slightly different sensation than what I'd felt earlier, actually. I was constantly feeling like I needed something inside me, but it was precisely that-- a pure, base need, like hunger. Like an itch needs scratching, like lungs need air, I needed something big in my pussy. But when you start feeling like that on top of being horny...
[The subject shakes her head.]
I couldn't stand it. I didn't want to stop sucking on that cock, but I just couldn't stand anymore. I was squirming and screaming right into that meat, thrusting my hips and pushing my legs apart much as I could with the creature holding me up. I guess it finally got the picture, because... well. I don't remember it going in. But I found it inside me when I came down from the orgasm. Son of a bitch must have shoved into my womb in one go, too-- I was starting to really get to know that feeling, and every time I shifted, that heavy, hot mass was pushing against me, right here...
[The subject places a paw on her stomach.]
I could feel it moving around inside me... like a bored animal sniffing around... That's what it was. I was riding that thing, going for broke, but the creature didn't really care. I'll tell you what it did care about, though-- something I'd just about forgotten. Its cock. So it gave me a little push to remind me. Against my womb. I went from struggling to breath to suffocating suddenly, and that damn well got my attention. Its tip was lodging in the back of my throat again, that big, fat, scooping brunt straining my jaw open and my lips wide apart. I was sure something was going to crack open and start bleeding. I would have screamed if there wasn't a cock shoved against my voice box. I was writhing and struggling and trying to think through the orgasms that were wracking my body every twenty seconds or so, but it didn't need me to think. It needed me to hold still. Its feelers wrapped tighter around me until my muscles burned, till it hurt to move in the slightest. That's when it started thrusting its hips.
[The subject says something inaudible, looking down.]
The first thrust should have dislocated my jaw. But somehow, I just... strained a little wider, and the widest part of that cockhead, probably bigger than both my fists, squeezed right into my mouth. Something theoretically impossible was happening. The tip was lodged in my throat. I tried to swallow by reflex, but the muscles couldn't even move. It was drooling all over inside me, I could feel the juices trickling down the inside of my neck. Prepping the way. The next thrust came, and I was sure my neck was going to snack. It had half that fucking head squeezed into my throat, pulsing and pulsing inside my neck. I couldn't see anymore. I was staring at nothing. It kept thrusting. The thickest part, the crown slid into my throat. I could feel my hide straining out, my fur bristling and parting, my muscles all stretching and twitching in submission to this big, fat fucker of a cock. Then the whole thing was lodged down in my neck, and I was sucking on a big, fat shaft, feeling it pulse against my tongue. Bitter. The thrusts came faster, and it slid down...
[The subject slides a paw down her neck to her sternum.]
It just squeezed right into my body. I felt bones straining and creaking, my ribcage straining outward to make room as that monster slid in stroke by stroke. My vision was returning, and I was left to stare in terror at maybe a foot and a half more of purple monster cock, pulsing with veins feeding in past my lips. And at the end, that motherfucking knot. It jumped at me with every thrust, like it was psyching me out. About to fly up and smack me in the face, or try to squeeze into my mouth. And when it dropped back, those balls would flop up a second. Bouncing all over the place like they didn't weigh fifty pounds each. I knew what they had packed in there. I knew what I had coming. I just hoped I could survive that long.
[The subject presses a paw under her sternum.]
I felt pressure. The creature had found a barrier, and it wasn't slowing down for it. I was already stretched out around that cock one way, then it started pulling at me the other, like it would mash my stomach down into my body. But a couple thrusts, and it broke through. The creature's cock pushed through my mouth and throat, down into my stomach. In two strokes, it was shoving against the bottom and stretching it out. The beast was roaring and making all sorts of noises now-- I guess my stomach acid had gotten its attention. It didn't seem to mind, though. It kept thrusting and thrusting, and stretched my stomach as far as it'd go. I could only watch, upside down and shaking almost constantly from the orgasms it was wringing from me without even trying. While it fucked my face, my throat, and my stomach, all in one stroke, over and over. There were times that knot couldn't have been eight inches from my face before it stopped.
[The subject holds a paw in front of her face, and looks at it.]
That close. I don't know how many times I flinched. The creature could've done it any time it wanted-- it was obviously barely trying. It could've run me right through in one stroke and not notice. But it would just bore into my stomach, drag out, and shove in again, beating at my insides, fucking half my digestive system like one big pussy. Like my throat was there to pleasure it and my stomach to take its load. Hell, for him, I guess it was.
[The subject pauses. The subject takes a long drink of water.]
I... yeah. He was fucking my face with that monster, and I was running out of oxygen. I was almost convinced I was dreaming-- that cock must have been almost as big around as my head at the widest. But it just rammed right on through, and it was going faster. My grip on the world was failing. My eyes were open, but I had lost my vision again, and sound cut out. It was just that thrusting. The feeling of my entire body rocking against the impact of this monstrous cock. I'd be driven up into the air, and it would drag me down as it thrust up again, and my body was getting thrown around like a toy like that. An overstuffed toy. That sensation was the only thing I could perceive-- the only thing so intense that it was holding me on this side of unconsciousness. I felt like... a sleeve. Like this big, hollow receptacle for that creature's cock, with some arms and legs for handles. After all... that's what it had made me.
[The subject folds her paws in her lap.]
I didn't have any warning. I was just suddenly aware of fresh heat in my belly, and next thing I knew, I was bloating out. The creature didn't stop thrusting. It's... I'm glad that I couldn't see. I could feel it gushing out around the cock, straining through the gaps, what little there were. But my stomach stretched and became this massive, rolling, cum-filled mass bouncing off the end of that cock. Its feelers held me up, but that huge belly just rolled back and forth under me in midair, getting bigger and bigger.
[The subject rubs over her belly.]
The creature slowed, eventually. Finally, it started to draw out, having to drag me up a good ways. I didn't understand how I was still conscious, but I remember a weak, hollow joy in the thought that I'd finally be able to breathe. That I wouldn't die like this. The damn thing just kept pouring into my mouth a while, though. I let it slop out the bottom of my mouth. It still tasted wonderful, but I was plain old full and about ready to suffocate. Couldn't even swallow at that point, actually. The muscles didn't work. When the creature got the idea I wasn't drinking, it laid me out on my back.
[The subject straightens and places her paws in her lap.]
And when it finally pulled out of my pussy, I cried. Barely had any air in me, and I just right out bawled on the spot. That's how much I needed it inside me right that moment, when I was staring at a mountain of a belly and should have been dead a couple different ways. I didn't care about anything else nearly so much. But the bastard just rolled up on its feet and left. Left me so full I couldn't even masturbate. Fucker. My belly was literally in the damn way. It was out to here, okay?
[The subject gestures around her middle widely with her arms.]
Fine. Don't believe me. Don't you have machines for that kind of thing? I bet you're scratching your heads over my genes right now. Listen, let me save you the time. Let me go. And get the hell out of here. You think having me will save you? You're killing yourselves. You're putting the gun to your own damned head and asking me about how it works. You're gonna die! Don't you care?! Oh no, not the-- no you don't-- no! You fucks! You're gonna die! They'll eat your-- they'll--!
[The subject is apprehended and sedated. Further interrogations will follow.]