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Paranormal Investigations
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My job isn’t an easy one, in spite of what many think. “Paranormal investigations?” they ask, with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “What, like bigfoot and the boogeyman?” I let them walk away laughing, confidant in their closed little world. Every night they don’t have to worry about something murdering them while asleep, the better I know I’m doing.

My name is Jessica. I’m an investigator of all the improbable, unexplainable things that try to use humans as a food source, from ghosts to monsters to aliens and more. But that’s on a good day. The only danger I run into is potential death and dismemberment.

Today wasn’t a good day. I’d been receiving multiple reports of a town in America, with lots of mysterious disappearances. Of course, recently, things had escalated, otherwise I wouldn’t be bothering. Apparently a few months ago, a nineteen year old girl was found giving birth in her parent’s kitchen. Problem was, that morning she hadn’t been pregnant. She continued to give birth every twenty-four hours, at least, sometimes more than once.

There have been other reports in the area as well, women laying eggs, women getting pregnant and giving birth within the span of a day. Sometimes to things that were clearly not human. Apparently, government officials have been running a dirty scheme in that town for a while (though not as bad as a nearby one, from what I hear, which is why they get away with it…) whenever one of these reports came up, or a girl goes missing suddenly, instead of doing a proper investigation, they’re just passing the information to some company.

My partner is taking care of following the money trail. But I set out to do what I did best. I starting doing this to protect people. I would be damned if I was gonna let this continue unchecked, not while I was still capable of helping.

I’d been asking around town since shortly after my arrival, and reports had been disturbing. Whoever was paying off the local officials for the information, they weren't the cause of it. Even a brief session of questioning the locals reveals that this has been going on for GENERATIONS. At least longer than anybody here has been alive.

There’s superstitions abound, tales of not leaving your room unlocked at night, of not going into the nearby woods, there’s a massive religious following meant to ward off “forces that would seek to corrupt our children with children”, which is just vague enough to be terrifying. And the worst thing is, it seems to exclusively apply to females. I’ve had men staring at me open mouthed for walking around after sundown. Not with lust in their eyes, but concern. I’ve been offered an escort to my hotel room on multiple occasions, and I’ve been worried and unsure enough to accept most of the time.

But this night is different. I’ve been in town a week, and decided that I would try to lure one of these things out. There are so many reports of so many culprits, from aliens to insects to demonic cults to the gods themselves. But now, I’ve decided to lure one out.
Of course, I’m no fool.

I’m armed, a knife in easy reach, and various survival tools in my backpack. My short brown hair is tied in a small tail, and I’m dressed in a tight sleeveless shirt, as well as a sturdy pair of jeans. I decided to wear panties, but I ditched my bra, as walking as much as I was planning on with that thing was going to make me feel awkward. As the sun sets, I walk into the woods, certain that tonight, something big was going to happen.

I wasn’t wrong.

Darkness settled, covering the landscape like a dismal shroud. I drew a flashlight and headed deeper into the trees, letting the beam be my guide along the path. As I traveled, I felt myself becoming uneasy in the utter silence. Even at night, even in areas I’d fought legitimate monsters, there was at least SOME sound, something else at least making the basic noises of being alive. But here, there was no sign of any creature other than me, my footsteps all the louder for the lack of other noise to compete against.

I’d walked for a few miles when I realized I’d lost the path. There was no sign of the flattened dirt trail, and everywhere I searched, there was only a thick, pressing wall of trees. I cursed quietly to myself, feeling stupid for losing track of where I was going, letting the eeriness of the situation distract me. I set my backpack against a tree, and squatted down, holding my flashlight in one hand while rummaging for my compass, so I could point my way back to town.

Then I felt a sharp sting on my ankles. I knew I’d made a terrible error.

My whole body refused to answer my commands. The most I could do was sit on my knees, legs folded under me, hands limp at my side. The flashlight I’d been holding rolled away, casting it’s light on me from the side and slightly behind, creating a long shadow. What I saw would have made me scream if I could. Instead, I only groaned in terror as some multi-legged thing came closer to me from behind.

It moved silently, stealthily beginning to probe at my jeans, seemingly perplexed by the fabric. I desperately tried to reach my knife, to swat at it, something, but all I could do was stare at our shadows as I felt the creature beginning to touch me with its forelegs. The shape of the silent being was impossible to make out, and indeed, almost seemed to shift from time to time. But all of that became secondary, as I felt it crawling up my back.

The weight of my stealthy assailant, combined with my near-paralysis, caused me to slowly rock forward, and I landed with my face in the dirt, my behind rising off the ground a bit. Then a far more worrying development. I could no longer see the shadow, but I felt something tickling my groin through the fabric of my pants.

I wanted to lie to myself, pretend I didn’t know what it was trying to do, but I was far too intelligent for that. Everything that I’d learned over the last week told me this was one of the troubles plaguing this town. And as the tickling continued, I knew this monster was trying to impregnate me. I thanked god I hadn’t done something stupid like wear a skirt, as this thing seemed to have no way past my clothing.

Then, pressure. It was on my waist, pushing the hard copper of the snap into my flesh. After a few seconds, I felt the small clasp being wrenched back and forth, and then away from my skin. After a few short minutes, I was horrified as, weather by luck or design, my pants came undone, the small metallic ^snap^ of my button being about the loudest, most damning noise I’d ever heard. The sound of my zipper falling came shortly after, as I realized that, whatever this thing was, it must have some form of telekinetic ability.

I groaned again, as my clothes slipped down my body. Gently, almost gingerly, my jeans were pulled down to my knees, which were spread just slightly, making a little gap between my thighs. The soft fabric of my panties were removed in turn, the last barrier between this creature and my womanhood failing. I redoubled my efforts, just as fruitlessly, and I felt a cold, slimy something slipping along my thighs, the lower half of its body coming to rest of my firm, shapely buttox.

It was only a few moments before what I assumed was his phallus found my feminine lips, and only seconds before I felt it pushing at my tunnel, trying to get inside. I somehow still managed to let out a shaking gasp as I experienced the sensation of it delving into my depths, moving slowly but steadily deeper.

I didn’t detect any passion from it as it raped me, not lust as I felt it slither it’s reproductive organ deeper into me, nor thrill for a conquest completed as it pressed against my cervix. I shuddered in pain as I felt it push past, barely entering my womb. We sat there for a moment, nothing happening, this creature deep inside my violated tunnel, not thrusting or anything. Then, I felt the first egg stating to press against my lips, trying to enter my body.

Panic gripped me, and I noticed that it’s venom seemed to be wearing off. I could feel my arms and legs, if only dimly, and knew if I could just hold on long enough, I might be able to escape this. I groaned, feeling tears sliding down my face unbidden, as the horrible thing forced its first egg into my body, could detect every single centimeter or my vagina that it slid through, and as It began to press against my womb, another one started to part my opening.

I cried out as my cervix was forced open, letting the egg into my belly. Within seconds, another one was ready to join the first, the terrible ache still as strong as it pushed me open slowly. The eggs were speeding up, by the time the next one was pushing at my deepest point, another was half-way into my womanhood, and another pounding at the door to my aching loins.

Even as the feeling was slowly returning to my limbs, one ovum after another was forced into my body, each one hurting the entire way through. I counted five. Then, as I could wiggle my toes, I counted ten. I could move my pinky at twenty. My belly was starting to ache as I hit thrity.

After a small eternity, I felt the last one move past my battered cervix, into my already slightly swollen womb. By my count, fifty eggs had been raped into me, but even as I wept, I began to move my hand toward the knife at my waist. It was difficult, even if I grabbed it I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get this monster without hurting myself, but I had to try.

I felt it starting to shake while clutching onto me tighter. I was momentarily confused, until I put two and two together. I’d had it lay it’s clutch of eggs in my fertile belly, but I hadn’t actually been FERTILIZED yet. But it was trying to fix that. With every shudder and shiver that coursed through it, I could sense it’s orgasm, the one that would fully and truly impregnate me, getting closer.

My hand was half way up my thigh. Could almost reach the handle. My fingertips brushed it, I might be ok. The quaking creature was getting closer, within seconds it would fill me with it’s horrible, potent, monstrous cum. My fingers curled around the handle, and I managed to sloppily slip my blade from its sheath. I adjusted my grip, started to move my arm to a position I could strike from. If I could even sever the tube, I could stop this whole thing.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” I screamed, desperately, as I felt it happen. One strong spasm, two, three, and then a burst of heat inside me, flooding me, filling me with disgusting, unwanted life. I could almost feel the seed taking, could almost feel each egg making me pregnant all over again. “No, please god, no, let it be a dream…” I cried out to a silent, uncaring wood. The deed was done, I was fertilized, and my rapist dismounted, disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

Without whatever telekinetic influence it was using, I collapsed, lying there helplessly for some time before I could move properly. But helpless as I was, I could still watch my body, still feel everything. I watched, sobbing in helpless fury, as my stomach, once so muscled and trim, changed. It had become bumpy and distended from within by the eggs, but as my treacherous body gleefully embraced my forced maternity, I watched the mound smooth out, become tight and firm. My breathing became ragged as my now fertilized womb, swelling quickly with life, took up more and more room, pressing on my lungs.

Within thirty minutes, I could move my arms and legs, but there was no strength in them. All I could do was curl around my core as it distended more, quickly resembling a six month pregnant woman. Then seven. I felt movement from inside, the horrible eggs gestating quickly. I assumed that they weren’t growing that much individually, but the fact there were fifty of them added up to quite a bit of movement.

As I felt my unwanted, inhuman offspring shifting inside me, part of me shattered. I was Jessica, I had fought ghosts, defeated demon-worshiping cults, stopped alien abductions single-handedly. I was, to put it gently, a total badass. Nothing had ever stopped me, and even when captured, I’d never been truly conquered.

But now, I laid here, struggling to stand as enough strength returned to my limbs for them to support me, a massive, gravid orb filled with monsters that had been forced inside me, raped into my body as I screamed and tried to fight. Now I was their mother, and these babies would only leave after I birthed them. And judging from how this pregnancy had progressed, I could assume it wouldn’t be a pleasant process. For the first time in my life, I felt truly tainted.

I felt defeated.

My belly-button started to poke out, and I carefully pulled my pants and panties up. I wasn’t able to button or zip my jeans anymore, but at least they weren’t around my knees. I waddled to my bag, retrieving my compass and flashlight, even as my belly continued to slowly grow and shift. I got my bearings, and started to walk, heading in the direction of town. I got about half a mile before things got worse.

I felt the movement inside me intensify, and I held my stomach. It didn’t feel like contractions, just sharp movements. I panicked for a second, thinking of the movies, and things bursting out of my body. Then I remembered the books I’d studied, and the descriptions of the parasites that caused bursting offspring. None of them matched the description of what had attacked me.

I took deep breaths and continued walking. The movement inside me hurt, badly. I could hear cracking, popping sounds from within, and realized the eggs must be hatching. The thought of that sentence hit me, and it horror I moaned… “The monster’s eggs are hatching inside me… oh god…” I kept moving, clutching my tight, swollen womb as it continued to shift, occasionally groaning or crying out as another embryo within my body burst from within its shell to swim freely in the amniotic fluid, or began to shatter its prison.

I’d staggered for a while before I finally felt what I’d been dreading. The tired, aching muscles of my belly spasmed, making me fall to my knees and gasp in pain. That may have been the first contraction, but it wasn’t the last. I knew I had to get to town, knew I had to get out of this forest. Even as the squeezing pains continued, getting worse and closer together quickly, I kept moving.

For the first time, I was truly terrified. This was horrible, a living nightmare. My own body had been turned against me, this monster using me to birth it’s offspring, and all control and choice had been stolen from me. And somehow, I knew if I finished giving birth here, something else would come. There was a human woman in the forest, and she’d been fertilized. I could her, past my sounds of pain, the forest waking up, realizing there was a female that could be bred.

I staggered against a tree, and screamed as a devastating contraction hit. I heard a popping noise inside, and then my water broke, gushing out of my now sopping wet tunnel, immediately ruining my clothes. “I’m gonna give birth soon…” I moaned, and then cried out as another spasm coursed through me, and I felt my cervix start to part around my first child. “Very soon… too soon… Need to keep moving…”

I slid my pants down, as well as my panties. All the way off, over my thighs, past my knees, around my shins, and off my feet. I left my boots on, because I had to keep moving, but beyond those and my socks, I was naked from the waist down. Another contraction, and I bore down, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. My first ever baby slipped down quickly, feeling small in my tunnel compared to how I knew a baby should be. But then, there were an awful lot inside, waiting to make up for size with raw numbers.

I could see the path ahead, in the beam of my flashlight, as another contraction hit. I screamed, forcing myself to push while still going forward. Another of my unwanted children started to press against my straining cervix, while the first started to push against my lower opening, causing my puffy lips to bulge outward slightly.

“Just… haaaa… have to keep… hoooo… moving…” I panted, trying to focus on what needed to be done. “Just… need to… heeee… hoooo… ah… need to get out of… the woods… just… keep… moooOOOOH GOD NO AHHHHHH!” My mantra turned to agony as I had to lean against a tree, pressing my back to it as I spread my legs wide, my lips parting, the offspring that had been so cruelly forced into me crowning.

After a deep breath, keeping my legs spread enough to accommodate the head pushing my lips open, I continued to walk. I stopped bearing down, letting the crushing pain of my contractions help my children along. I was drenched with sweat as multiple offspring moved down my birth canal at the same time, single file. I had my first baby as I reached the path. I felt it force my lips even wider, and I let out a shuddering groan as its widest point passed, and the rest slid out in a hot, burning rush.

I didn’t stop to see what I’d birthed. I hoped it died on impact with the ground, or would soon, because I knew if it didn’t, it would do the same thing its father had done to me to some other poor woman. “Let them stay… a mystery…” I panted, my next baby crowning, another forcing my cervix open yet again, the rest slipping down.

“I don’t want to know…” I was walking bow-legged, leaning against every tree I passed, as my body continued to force me to birth. Another one slid from me, eliciting another cry of despair from me, followed on the very next contraction by the feeling of my lips parting again.

“Please stop…” I desperately gasped, the raw amount of pain and pure sensation of giving these monstrosities life again and again beginning to take its toll. I was exhausted. Walking was almost impossible, but I struggled on. I was about a mile and a half from the towns boarders, from my guess. I was close. I just had to keep going, had to ignore the feeling of another contraction, another inhuman progeny exiting my tunnel in a hot rush of pain and fluid, another entering it in a biting, burning pinch.

It took me hours to walk that distance. I collapsed a few times, every time bawling as I passed another three or four monsters before I could get back up. I was amazed by how fast the births were, but how painful they still managed to be in spite of that. Every single one I had to force from inside me was half the size of a human child, but missing shoulders. Just as wide, but less milestones in the birth. Didn’t have to stop after the head crowned, it just came right out.

Every single child made me feel more used, more tainted, more disgusting. And in spite of it all, I kept count. By ten, everything hurt. By twenty, I wanted to die. I thought of my partner, how I never told her how I truly felt. Every time another hideous creature stretched my feminine parts, I thought of her, how I couldn’t die until she at least knew.
She actually got me through that night. I would have gone mad otherwise.

I was at the tree line as I counted forty-five. I staggered through town, exposed, another unwanted thing that I had become mother to parting my lips. I don’t think anyone saw. I got to the hotel as number forty nine slid from me. The hostess seemed terrified as I deliriously asked for my room key. My belly had shrunk back to normal size, but I could still feel the burning of the last head I would have to deliver that night.

As soon as she handed me the key, it emerged it a rush, accompanied by a massive surge of fluids. I somehow made it to my room as the poor woman behind me screamed for mercy, for help, to please not have to be like me. As soon as I reached my bed, I slipped into merciful, unfeeling darkness.

I woke up two days later. I called my partner, told her I needed her to come get me. Told her I got impregnated. We both cried. It helped, a little.

Turns out there had been a lot of crying. I’d unleashed something of a plague accidently. The one I’d birthed in the hotel had immediately gotten the worker that had helped me, and some of the ones that had slipped out as I walked through town had attacked other women. Before it got contained, about thirty women got to carry a clutch of eggs, which I felt guilty about.

About five children got to as well, which I felt even worse about. But nobody had to deliver more than twenty of the things. Apparently, I was just “lucky”. Needless to say, I wasn’t welcome back in that town.

I know there’s something terrible going on there. Some energy is causing all these terrible things to happen in those three or so little towns, specifically to the females. I don’t know if it’s cosmic, spiritual, some sort of curse, or something beyond even that. But I know that I can’t fix it.

Ever since that night… every time I’ve tried to go on another expedition, my belly twinges, my lips ache, and I just can’t. Something inside me broke that horrible night.
If I’m honest, I don’t know if I’ll be able to repair it. I don’t think anyone can.


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