The Somersworth Incident Pt. 1
[The following is a record of the interrogation of the only known survivor of the Somersworth Incident. The subject was recovered in combat from unidentified enemy forces and has been sedated to expedite questioning. The subject is a chipmunk, age 24. The subject's identity has been verified as stated.]
[The subject is asked to identify herself.]
I am First Lieutenant Taylor Forde of the US Marine Corps. Born September 30th, 2021.
[The subject is asked to summarize her involvement in the Somersworth Incident.]
I was dispatched with a unit to investigate the situation unfolding north of Dover, New Hampshire. We encountered the source of the disturbance, and I was captured. The situation escalated from there, until I was recovered by your forces.
[The subject is asked to clarify her briefing on the situation.]
We were told that something had been reportedly slaughtering people in the town of Somersworth, though we could not get much of a description. We knew it was large, and fast. We were scrambled to go in along with several other units to set up a perimeter, investigate the creature, and rescue anyone we could find.
[The subject is asked to describe the events of the day she made contact with the creature.]
I'd arrived the day before, and by morning, we had established a perimeter. We enclosed about three square miles and started closing the space while sending in scouting parties. At approximately 1400 hours, an advancing perimeter unit made contact with the creature. Several units moved to reinforce them, including my own, but they were all dead by the time we arrived. We thought we'd missed it. But the creature had been waiting for us. While we were checking for survivors, a building to one side exploded, raining debris on us. That is when I saw it.
[The subject is asked to describe the creature.]
The creature resembled a canine. It was black, a smooth black that almost shone. It measured seven feet at the shoulder. Its back and sides were ridged with a large number of nodes from which it extended additional, thin, prehensile limbs of several varieties. It had no ears, and its head was broad and eyeless.
[The subject appears to be growing uncomfortable. The subject is asked to continue explaining the events of that day.]
Several men were killed by large chunks of debris. I was injured. The creature had burst from the inside of the building, and it attacked the soldiers that still stood. Bullets didn't seem to harm it. A fifty-caliber got its attention, but the gunner got her head knocked off by one of the creature's extending appendages. When the gunfire stopped, the creature began eating the troops. It was smelling us. One by one, it would sniff the injured soldiers, then eat them whole. Sometimes it paused, and it used one of those prehensile limbs on a soldier. I couldn't see how. It was always a woman. She'd scream until she died. Then it ate her, and moved on. Then it came and sniffed at me.
[The subject stops talking. The subject is urged to continue.]
It entered me. Using a thin, prehensile, smooth appendage, seemingly designed for feeling, it tore one leg off my pants and found its way inside me. It pushed against my insides over and over. I shot it where its eyes should have been and at the appendage, but it pulled my gun away. It licked at the blood from my wounds and pushed deeper inside me. I was sure I was going to die. But it stopped. Those feeling appendages swarmed around me, dozens at a time, and picked me up. I was drawn over its back, and I couldn't see anything. I was wrapped in feelers. I felt like I was riding a wave, a huge, surging force. We were moving. I couldn't move any part of my body. It was difficult to breathe. At some point, I lost consciousness.
[The subject is asked what she remembers occurring next.]
The next time I woke, I couldn't breathe. Something was in my mouth, and it was sliding right down my throat. I could feel it stirring around my stomach. I still couldn't see anything, but we weren't moving. I squirmed, and a thin tube slid past my lips, tight against the larger. It must have gone down my windpipe, because I felt strange sensations in my lungs. I must have blacked out again, because that's as far as I can remember of that time.
[The subject pauses.]
After that, I awoke to a... very uncomfortable sensation. I was on my belly now, lying in dirt and brush. My clothes were gone. My legs were wrapped in feelers, and the creature was exploring me. One of its feelers was exploring my sex thoroughly. That was... not so uncomfortable. Another was sliding into my ass, and it was just as thorough. It seemed to have some kind of naturally produced lubricant lining it, because it just kept sliding in deeper and deeper. I felt it winding around my insides, and even when I clenched on it, it didn't slow, it just slid more and more of that feeler under my tail. I felt it finally hit a resistance somewhere, and it stopped. But it was flexing and wiggling inside me the whole time. I could feel my intestines churning around in my belly. It slid past the resistance, and I felt something strain way deep down, like I was almost getting a hernia. The creature just kept going, although a bit slower now. It was starting to pull my legs up off the ground, I guess to help force more into me. It pulled me into the air, leaving me to dangle from my two legs wrapped in feelers while it force-fed my ass. I could see it going in now, and I couldn't really believe it. Foot after foot of smooth, black flesh just sliding down into me. I felt crowded. I felt fuller than full. It was almost pitch black, but I could swear I saw my belly pushing out. That's when the other feeler managed to push into my womb. It had been trying for a while, but I'd been a little distracted. But it slid right in, and by the time I was done screaming, it was making itself right at home, stretching me out. I tried grabbing at it, pulling it out, but it was slick and powerful. I damn near strangled the thing, but eventually... it started feeling good. I was getting used to that full feeling, even though I could feel my stomach roiling against my arms.
[The subject is growing withdrawn in posture.]
I couldn't stop it. There wasn't a damn thing I could do to even slow it down. So why not? It didn't hurt as much as it had at first, it was just... intense. It was shoving around inside my womb, dragging it around my insides. It wasn't that thick, really. Not much bigger around than a really well-hung guy. When I let myself hang, and all I could see was shadows and trees, I was almost able to believe it was sex. Deep, grinding, violent sex, with one hell of a toy jammed in my ass. That's about when I came the first time. That was probably my mistake, letting it get that first one. I knew I couldn't stop it, and the creature was far from done.
[The subject smiles briefly.]
Screaming didn't stop it. Clawing didn't stop it. I was too sensitive, but it didn't care. I could swear it just worked harder. So I came. And I came, and I came. I don't know, it could have all been one big orgasm. I couldn't stop. I was crying and my juices were running down my belly each time I reached up to stop it. That's when I felt something really odd. More straining, deep down. And I suddenly felt like I'd eaten so much, I was going to throw up. Another second, and it felt like I was. That damned feeler climbed right up my esophagus, until it was pushing against the back of my tongue. My muscles seized up, and I sure would have vomited if I could. As it was, the tip, lightly tapered, pushed over my tongue and slid out of my mouth. I could see it waggling about in the air under my nose, the whole length of it wriggling in my mouth, my neck, my stomach, all the way down. I couldn't breathe, but the scent still stung my nostrils. And I was still coming. The world blurred fast, but I bit down while I could. It didn't dent.
[The subject sits back and sighs.]
I lost some time. The next thing I knew, my face was in the dirt, and I felt like was taking the most amazing crap in history. It was pulling out, just reeling out yards of that damned feeler. My pussy was empty. Then, just like that, there was a little pop, and my ass was empty. And when I say empty, I mean empty. It was like it had taken all my organs along with. Like there was nothing between my ribcage and my hips but my spine and some fur. I had to feel myself to make sure it really hadn't dragged it all out. I lay there feeling profound for a while before I realized that nothing was happening. The creature was gone.
[The subject takes a drink of water and holds onto the cup.]
It was dark. Night, probably. My eyes were getting used to it, but all I could see was that I was in a forest. It was hard to get my body to work below the shoulders, but I managed to get on my feet. I couldn't gauge direction or find tracks in my state, so I just picked a direction and moved as quietly as I could. I got about... twenty yards. I noticed just a second too late, and walked right into the damn thing. The creature was just standing in front of me. I froze a moment. Then I turned and ran as fast as I could. I hit trees. Got whipped by branches. I could barely see the trunks far enough ahead of me to keep from cracking my head on them. But I ran. Past where I'd started, and on. And I ran into the creature again. Just full on plowed into its side, and it didn't make a noise or budge an inch. I fell.
[The subject takes another drink and sets the cup aside.]
I lay there for a second, staring at it, catching my breath. Its head was pointed off into the night. It was just a roiling mass of black against shadow, I could barely see the movement of its feelers. I got up again, and ran. This time, I climbed up into a tree. There was pure dark overhead, too. I hid high up in the branches. I didn't have camo, but if there's one thing chipmunks can do...
[The subject smiles.]
Well. It found me, anyway. I lay up there for a few hours, staying silent and observing my surroundings. I thought I'd have a better chance once the sun came up. The sky was just starting to lighten when feelers closed around my legs. It dragged me out of that tree, for all my clinging to the branches, and beating at the feelers with those when they broke off. Waves of those black appendages rose on either side of me, and consumed me. I was bound up again, and we were moving. A thin tube pushed at my mouth, and I clenched my teeth. It just forced my jaw open and slid through, into my mouth and down my neck. My lungs bloated inside me, and retracted. It was forcing air into my lungs. I rode like that, on my back, the waves of motion from the running creature rolling through me, through the smooth, ribbed, black sheet of feelers binding to every part of me. I tried to estimate our course, but everything was too alien. I couldn't get a sense of balance, the creature's movements were too strange for me to make estimates of our speed or the kind of land we were on. From the way I was rocked about, though, I'd say we must have been moving pretty quickly.
[The subject fidgets with her face.]
At some point, we encountered soldiers. I heard gunshots, and I even felt what must have been bullets. Little, sudden pushes against my sides. That was all. There was an explosion. I hardly felt it. Eventually, it stopped, and the creature fed. It would stoop down, and I could just hear it. Cracking noises, and the sound of it swallowing something big. I could feel its back flex under me sometimes. It must have eaten a dozen or so people, I think. Then it moved on. Sometime after that, it started stopping and moving a lot. Like it was looking for something. Finally, the feelers loosened around me, and the breathing tube slid out of my mouth. It felt good to breathe with my own mouth.
[The subject sits up, resettling in her chair.]
We were in the basement of a large building. I could see walls in every direction, far away, with broad cement support beams every ten feet or so. There was a hole in the ceiling, with the remains of some stairs below it. I couldn't see much at the time, though. The creature was holding me by the arms and legs and sliding me down, underneath it. That's when I saw it. The creature's cock. It was definitely, undeniably a cock. Huge. Dark purple. Pulsing with veins from its tapered wedge-like tip all the way down to that big, fat knot. Its cock must have been as long as my arm, with a knot about a foot wide. And it had balls. Each was nearly as big as the knot itself. Basketball's about right. God, he was hung.
[The subject appears agitated suddenly, and straightens.]
The creature pulled me close, suspended by my arms and legs, belly down. I could smell it.
[The subject closes her eyes.]
It wasn't fair. That's what I thought. I wanted to be repulsed, to desperately claw away from that thing. But the smell was... amazing. I think my mouth was watering. The tip was pointed. It looked kind of like a skewed pyramid, dragging upwards toward my face. A tapered wedge, or a fat spade. The very tip was leaking. I was moving closer and closer, and before I knew it, my tongue was reaching out. I couldn't even reach the damn thing yet, but I tried. I leaned forward, and I think I started to cry. For myself, and what I was doing. But another second, and the monster brought me close enough. I lapped at the tip, at that... nectar. It was thin, and slick. A lubricant. I loved it. I lapped and lapped until I was close enough to get my lips around it. I could hardly breathe. There was a musk around that cock, and the air felt thick. But I sucked and I panted and I sucked some more, and I drank down that fluid. It was salty and bitter and I honestly couldn't say why I liked it. But somehow, it tasted delicious-- like it was exactly the nutrition my body had been lacking all its life. I sucked as much of that creature's cock as I could stretch my lips around. I strained until my lips started to crack, and they weren't even dry. My jaw was cramping from straining open so wide. I had maybe half its cockhead, and the tip was tickling the back of my throat. I didn't care, though, I just swallowed over and over. And I pushed for more. Like it didn't matter if my head split open. I could hear myself making the most horrible slobbering, groaning noises. I felt shame, somewhere deep down, to hear all that. But I didn't stop. Not until it started to come. Its tip was lodging in the back of my neck, and my gag reflex was going off like crazy. But just when I was about to heave, fluid flooded my stomach. That was the first jet. The fucker just kept going. It blasted my stomach over and over. I was bloating painfully, my stomach bulging out and wobbling with the roiling juices inside it, but most of it still fountained out of my throat. I watched it wash over the cock as it spurted out of my mouth, shot out at high pressure for simple lack of room. The creature shuddered once the whole time, and for a second, it pushed deeper. I could feel myself starting to break in four or five different places. But it eased back, and slid out of my mouth to bathe me in the rest of its load. The feelers loosened at my arms, and slowly lay me down in a large puddle of that bitter, yellowish, opaque cream.
[The subject shudders.]
Shame and self-loathing came later. After I'd managed to lick everything I could off the floor, everything that hadn't soaked into cracks in the concrete or dried into a residue. I was furious with myself. I cried and I curled up well as I could with my bloated stomach. I hated myself for submitting so easily. I didn't understand. I didn't understand anything yet.
[The subject looks up.]
Well, how could I? But understanding would come later. For now, he'd fed me, and the changes would come soon. I didn't need to understand what I had been chosen for. He had everything under control. He was probably off getting me more food that very moment. He was always working for me. Helping me. Cultivating me. I just couldn't see it yet.
[The subject pauses.]
But I know now. I know that he was helping me to become something much greater than I could have ever hoped.
[The subject rises to her feet.]
Through him, I have become a goddess. I have become a mother and a queen! You must return me to my people. My children! Refuse, and you will be destroyed. All of you will die! I will see to--
[The subject is sedated. Further interrogations will follow.]