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Today's story by Mitsuko Foxtrot has ADULT CONTENT
I couldn't help myself... the very second she set those meltingly blue eyes on me, smiled at me-- me! a guy who went through all of high-school without girls so much as giving me a second glance-- like I was the only man in the world... all was lost.
She called herself 'Sue', and she was the most beautiful person I had ever met. She had come up to me at a party while I had been moping alone on the couch, a watered down Natie in hand. My jerk friends had dragged me to the thing against my will, stating I needed to get out and socialize more. Then they all left me, each leaving to do a more personal kind of socialization with the drunk girls they picked up there.
Sue had caught my gaze from across the room and, smiling like she won the lottery, came over to chat with me. Fifteen minutes later we had left the party together. We didn't have sex that night, not yet... but within weeks we were practically doing it five times a day. Like fucking rabbits.
She-- God, she was perfect. Intelligent, smart, friendly, helpful. Sue got along well with everyone she met and even if someone didn't have such a great first impression about her, well, they eventually changed their mind. Hell, even my Mom... whose picture I'm pretty certain is under 'Smother' in the dictionary... came to absolutely adore Sue after the two of them had some sort of 'Girls Day' out alone.
And that's to say nothing about her body-- tanned, toned, legs going for miles and tits so perfect I'm pretty sure even the most skilled plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills would cry from envy. She was amazingly fit too... could run circles around some of my more athletic friends and just go all day. I kept telling her she should join one of the sports teams at the university, but she would just laugh that perfect laugh of hers and shake her head.
Come to think of it, I'm not even sure she really went to my University.
The sex was great too. Granted, I had only been acquainted with my left hand before, but even I could tell. We'd go at it for hours and there was no position or fantasy of mine too kinky for her to act out. If anything that just seemed to excite her more. She'd smile at me like a cat with a canary-- and bam! It was fucking amazing... I swear, I'd black out each time from the sheer pleasure of it, waking up later sore all over and with my gorgeous girlfriend curled around me possessively.
Even after I started gaining weight we kept going. I went from having a pretty trim stomach (if a little flabby) to having a beer gut to looking like I was carrying around a full keg in there. I felt disgusting, and there wasn't a single person I knew that didn't express some concern over the rapidness of it. But Sue? She said I looked perfect and sexy, and running her hands over the taut skin of my distended gut became one of her favorite past-times.
She fussed about my decision to go to the doctor at first, but once it became clear that there was no way I wasn't going to go check on it, she insisted on coming. She was so concerned and attentive, and when the Doc brought out the ultrasound to check for a tumor down there... I think that's the first time I saw fear in her eyes.
Sue held my hand throughout the entire procedure, only leaving to walk with the doctor afterward as he went to check the results in the other room. They came back sometime later, him smiling vapidly and she looking very relieved.
The results were normal, he said. Nothing to worry about. Just go home and let my cute little girlfriend handle things, he said. And so I did.
I didn't really leave the house much after that. Her house, I had long been booted from the U due to lack of attendence. I didn't care anymore. I had Sue. I had amazing sex. I just wanted to screw and eat all day, and she was more than willing to provide both of these things. As much as I wanted.
Then, around one in the afternoon after another vigorous morning session... the pain started. My gut. I'm pretty sure I tore my vocal cords screaming, the agony was that bad. There was also a strange crawling sensation down between my legs... but it's not like I could really go and check down there. Pain aside, I hadn't even seen my damn feet in months.
All the while, Sue stood nearby. She wasn't panicking. She wasn't crying. She was just... watching. Calm as a summer breeze, looking like the model for the Mona Lisa. The last thing I remember before I passed out was her walking closer to me, arms wide as if greeting something.
I woke up in a puddle of fluids and gore some time later. No idea how long I was out and I didn't exactly care at that point. My huge stomach was gone too, but I didn't really care about that either. My mind was on other things... and 'things' really was the best word for what was crawling all over and around me.
They looked almost like babies, if the babies had some sort of Cronenberg-esque transporter accident with about a half a dozen different species of bug. Their skin was rock-hard at parts... shiny. They seemed to have filmy wings, though they didn't attach to their-- I think they were backs-- in any sort of normal way. And their mouths periodically extended into long bumpy thin tubes, curling out and in rhythmically. They were growing too... fast. Some of them were even talking.
They called me 'Mommy'.
I think I started screaming again, but then Sue came up to me, a few of the chidren-- our children-- cradled in her arms. She tsked at me fondly, like we were sharing a little personal joke. Then she leaned down and... bit me, I guess? I felt calmer after that.
Actually, I felt pretty damn good. And Sue was looking good too. Even after her own proboscis extended like a party favor. Even after her own pair of wings burst out of her back. Even as her skin started to look more and more inhuman. She had never looked hotter to me.
We had sex right then and there. Then went a few more rounds just to be sure. At this rate, within a week my gut'll be huge again. Full of our young. By that time, our first-born will already be out in the world and full-grown.
Ready to start their own families.
Nice twist in this story! - Kiana