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.
******************
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.
*********************
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.
