Pippa woke in the midst of the night to loud obnoxious buzzing. It was as if she'd left all ten of her vibes and both wands on at the same time, and put them right next to her ears. Groggily she tried to shake her head, only to find it was held in place. Immediately she began to panic, her heart racing. Her body wouldn't move at all, she was completely paralyzed, and she realized that it felt like something was sitting on her chest. Sleep paralysis? No, this was something else. Something moved, just outside her field of vision then a sharp pain, like a needle, lanced through her ear canal. Terrified, Pippa opened her mouth to scream, but just as she did her jaw was forced open and a thick fleshy hose, not like a cock or a dildo, more like an interbation, was forced down her throat. She gagged, not just as the forced but also at the taste and smell. It was as if she was injesting a bag of garbage or her old socks. Her head and body locked, in absolute darkness, Pippa was terrified, her body shook, and goosebumps peppered her skin. The thing in her mouth convulsed then her mouth and throat was forced wider. Once, twice, a dozen, she stopped counting. Her throat was raw and her stomach hurt, as if it had been filled with something. Ooze? Slime? Oh, Christ, eggs? Pippa's mind reeled at the thought. Something else jabbed her neck, and, even in the midst of abject terror, her eyes began to close. No! NO! She didn't want to sleep!
The next morning Pippa woke up feeling atrocious. Her body ached and her brain was foggy. She stood, then her stomach churned an she raced -well waddled- to the bathroom as fast as she could. After an hour of horrific cramps and shitting nothing but mucus she finally felt better. Wiping, standing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Huh, she must be bloated. Her tummy was a bit bloated or...distended? Her mind half remembered a dream. Something about a tube and pain. She shrugged, reminding herself to never go to London, took her meds, then stepped into the shower.
Throughout the day Pippa had to use the toilet six more times, each time it was as if she was shitting liquid. Oddly enough not only wasn't she hungry she also hadn't eaten anything. She'd drink lots of water, though, perhaps five liters. Also through the day she felt her stomach not just churn but move, as if something was...'No. That was just a dream, a nightmare, nothing else.' she reassured herself, her words filled with doubt. Stripping, Pippa went to the mirror in her room, looking herself over carefully. Her stomach was still really bloated. In fact it looked bigger than it had that morning. She was getting nervous now, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Tentatively she raised an hand and placed it on her stomach. Warm. Feverishly warm, and not just that, her stomach was taut. It should have been painful. In fact she shouldn't have been able to walk. Her hitched, and then she started to breath faster, close to hyperventilating. Then movement. Like a snake moving against her skin something slithered in her gut. She looked back to the mirror and screamed, her stomach was writhing like all too many fish in a net. Her breathing quickened again, now fully hyperventilating and everything started to go black. She passed out in a crumple on her bedroom floor.
