Abandoned

Two things to report here: I have worked on Spaced 2 for a short time this past month. I didn't get very far, but it's something. In other news I am forced to admit that my plans for Spaced 3 are all but abandoned. I had been working with a programmer to put together a proof of concept demo that I could use to gauge interest but I haven't heard from them since December and with no other way to get into contact I can't move forward with what I have.

I'm posting what would have been one of the bad ends for the game here to give you a little glimpse of what I was working on.

            You wake up with a start, something you’ve done many times in the past, but something feels different this time. You try to bring a hand to your face but your arm doesn’t seem to want to respond. You turn your head to find out why but you become fixed on something else entirely as your vision scans your surroundings. You’re in a dimly-lit room, though you hesitate to call it that, with dozens of creeping aliens wandering around on an organic-looking substance that covers every surface in sight.

            Your first reaction is to try and stand up to escape the area but it brings you back around to the earlier trouble with your limbs. It dawns on you that you’ve been partially encased in whatever sticky goo the creatures secrete long enough for it to solidify and fix you in the position you’re in: laying on a gently incline with your arms stuck out to the side, elbows bent 90° so that your hands hang to the level of your waist. You can move your legs just enough to find that they’ve been spread and raised into a birthing position, a thought that doesn’t sit well with you.

You try to tilt your head down to look at your predicament, causing some small twinges of pain as your hair pulls against some of the organic glue, and see that you’ve been stripped completely naked by your captors. Your entire torso from collar bone to crotch is exposed with small patches or strings of resinous material dotting your skin. After a few more futile attempts to break free from your restraints you settle down into your position and look around the room to see if there’s anything that might help your situation.

A short distance away you can see an irregular shape to the floor of the room and realize that you’re not the only human in the area. There’s another woman set into roughly the same seat as you and though she’s naked as well, there are some definite differences between the two of you: her eyes seem to be unfocused as she stares off into the distance, her breasts hang low on her chest and are leaking a milky fluid that’s being sucked up by two tendrils attached to her nipples and pumped elsewhere and, most distressingly, she has a gravid belly that slowly rises and falls with her steady breathing.

As you renew your efforts to escape so you won’t end up like her you feel something crawl across your skin, forcing you to look down at your body. You watch a tentacle slowly making its way across your stomach, poking and prodding along your midsection until it seems like it found the right place then its tip opens up, revealing a long, wicked-looking needle. You stifle a scream as the tip presses against your skin and sinks into your flesh, penetrating your body several centimeters until the starfish-shaped flaps come to rest on your belly. Before you can completely recover from the invasion you feel a second needle sinking into you on the opposite side of your body.

You let your head drop back onto the resin pillow, unable to prevent a tear from tracing down your cheek at the utter helplessness you feel. You close your eyes and try and block out the situation you’re in but the occasional twitch of the tentacles against your body immediately reminds you of their presence. You can’t tell if the appendages are pumping something into you or out of you, but from the look of your fellow captive you can’t escape the thought that they’re doing something to your ovaries. You look back down at them and fume in your impotence for several minutes before one and then the other extricate themselves from your body. You watch two thin lines of blood trace their way down your stomach before a small grub-like creature crawls its way across your form like a snail, leaving a layer of slime on your body and stopping the bleeding.

A short time later another tentacle finds its way to you, creeping along your neck and jaw before rising up in front of your face. The thick, blunt tip traces over your cheek before finding your mouth and begins to press into your maw. Despite your best efforts you can’t prevent it from passing your lips but your clenched teeth are able to stop it. Your small victory is short-lived when a tendril snakes its way up the side of your face and squirrels its way up your nose. It takes all of your willpower to keep your jaw fixed with the incredibly strange feeling of the creeper slithering in your head. You cough as it reaches the back of your throat and starts dripping out a watery liquid that you’re forced to swallow down.

Less than a minute later you feel something wrong with your mouth and the insistent tentacle begins to win the battle against your jaw, pushing your teeth apart and crawling over your tongue. You try to bite down on the appendage but you can’t put any force behind your attack. You don’t even feel any discomfort when the feeler slides down your throat towards your stomach. You figure that the small tendril doped you with some kind of muscle relaxant but that doesn’t make your position any less humiliating. After a moment you feel something being pumped through the tentacle directly into your stomach. You feel swollen as you’re filled with whatever passes for food in your new hell, but you’re left with little time to think about it as a strange lethargy covers you like a blanket and your eyelids droop slowly until you fall asleep.

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You have no idea how long you remain unconscious but when you finally wake up you feel as if you’re still stuffed full. You look down at yourself and see that two spots on either side of you belly that had been pierced had now turned a mild purple with dark, spidering veins spreading under your skin. The slightest bit of movement sends uncomfortable sensations through your body but it seems to draw the attention of more tentacles. You watch helplessly as a few tendrils caress your stomach, gently dragging across your skin. When one dips down between your legs and makes contact with your lower lips you’re surprised by your body’s sensitivity and you quiver in reaction. Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent moan at the pleasure coursing through you. You try to understand what’s been done to you but a second feeler sliding over your pussy completely shuts down your mind.

You’re allowed to recover after the forced climax, granting you the time to regain both your breath and voice. When you can lift your head to look down at your body you see the creepers hovering around your midsection, ready to strike at you, but seemingly waiting for something to happen. You find out just what that is when a much larger tentacle slithers its way into your line of sight. It must be as thick as your wrist with a slightly pointed dome at its end. While you can’t tell from its movement you think it isn’t entirely smooth. It crawls between your spread legs, stopping just before it reaches your slit to raise up and stare down at your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you know what’s about to happen and there’s nothing you can do about it.

The bulky appendage dips down, bringing its end closer and closer to your swollen snatch and after a nudge against your lips that causes your body to shudder it starts to push into you. Your mouth snaps open as you watch the limb easily slide a few inches into your cunt, pushing the wet folds open and spurring you to try and open your legs wider, before it withdrawals slightly until its almost removed from your pussy. You clench your teeth and clamp down on it when it starts descending into you once more, crying out in relief when you finally orgams. Your muscles dance over the tentacle as it moves back and forth in your passage, slowly progressing deeper and deeper into your body.

The further the thing goes inside of you the more you can feel the bumps and ridges along its surface that send chills up your spine at even the slightest movement. You cum a second time as it saws into your body and twists from side to side on each thrust. With all the extra movement against your walls you lose track of how far it’s traveled into your cunt but when it begins butting against your cervix you know it’s gone deep. The thing slows its rocking movement until it comes to rest at the back of your tunnel, pausing for a moment. You look down at your body and see a slight outline of the tentacle under your skin but you start to feel slight motions deep inside your body and after an uncomfortable pinch the tendril jolts through your barrier into your womb.

You can feel it moving around inside of you and know that it should feel cramped or uncomfortable but all you can sense is pure pleasure. Every slight swipe of the invader against your flesh is absolute bliss and all you can do is clench down on it as you’re sent to a massive climax. You try to buck and jerk with your muscles twitching wildly but your bonds hold tight. The column of flesh shoved so perfectly into your core doesn’t seem to mind your motions, continuing to pump in and out of you through the entire process, never varying its incessant drive forward. You can see its end through a bulge in your skin around your navel and watch as it climbs higher and higher up your stomach the further the tentacle plumbs your depths.

The fleshy arm only slows down after you’ve been completely fucked out and all you do is stare blankly through half-lidded eyes. You feel it inflate slightly, stretching you out further than it already had, just before it begins to fill your womb full of some liquid. You might imagine it to be seeding you but at this point you no longer care and barely even notice as your belly starts to inflate and round out into the early stages of pregnancy. Your stomach rises higher and higher, taking on a gravid shape, but your growth stops before becoming painful and you feel the tentacle pulling itself out of you.

You can’t help but orgasm one last time as the thick appendage slides through your passage, leaving you alone and trapped once more but too cum drunk to care. You lay your head back down and shut your eyes, too exhausted to stay awake.

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Several days later

You moan softly as another one of your progeny slips from your body, pushing its way out your womb before crawling down your pussy to be born. You’ve felt no pain since whatever it was had been injected into you and though you may have felt violated about that before, all you can do now is lay back in your alcove and enjoy the pleasures of motherhood. With a serene expression you watch the tendrils draw the milk from your swollen tits, carrying it to off where it will be more useful, and smile when you see one of your children brush against your walls, causing a slight bulge in your otherwise spherical abdomen. You don’t know how long you’ve been here but it’s been long enough for your belly to swell far beyond what should be humanly possible into a grand fecundity reserved for fertility idols.

You turn your head slightly and watch as the unconscious form of another captive is stripped naked and lowered into a depression across the way and you can’t help but smile knowing that for the rest of your life you’ll never be alone, surrounded by all of your children and fellow mothers; your home, your…hive.