Breeding Stock 1

COLLECTED NOTES FROM SUBJECT 2311 - ROOM 307

These are the collected notes from Subject 2311, Thin Man Project, Kansas Facility.

Subject 2311:

Age- 23, Height - 5' 5", Weight - 113 lbs., Hair - Blonde, Eyes - Hazel,

Bust - 36C, Waist - 24" Hips - 34

Health - A1

Stamina - Average

DNA profile - Northwestern European; 99.9% (Scandinavian/Denmark majority percentage)

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Day 1

I'm not sure how I ended up here in this room.

I've tried hard to remember, but I woke up on the bed, and that's where it begins.

I can't even remember my name.

I have a number, 2311.

When I woke up I was pretty disoriented. My arm hurt, and I think I got a shot, before or after I arrived.

The room is large, 18 paces by 14 paces. I walked it. I thought it was a pretty big room for one occupant.

I found out later why the room needed to be big.

There's a keyboard and small screen that says "Log Your Day." So I'm writing this

There's also a space there to write questions, but it doesn't seem to be working.

Three of the walls are made of some sort of clear material that gets dark so you can't see through it. The side and front walls are currently dark.

The back wall is light blue - the shower, food table, bed, and toilet are against that blue wall. The front wall seems to have a door. At least I can see the faint outline of one there.

There is a shower in the corner, just a sloped part of the floor with a drain, shower head and a single soap dispenser. The water is always warm.

There's a spigot for water there too, a little lower, it tastes clean and fresh.

The floor is heated, it's never cold on my feet. There's a small toilet. The bed is bigger than I would expect if I was in a prison or hospital.

I guess I expect a little cot but I have a sturdy double bed, it's attached to the floor and has a plastic cover under the sheets, like a hotel room.

Or a hospital. Am I in a hospital?

There's no clock and no windows.

My clothes were gone when I woke and in their place was a simple pull-over uniform dress of sturdy material.

There is a small table attached to the wall with what looks like the outline of a small door.

My first food today was just some kind of packaged rations. I was hungry so I ate it all.

The last meal of the day appeared on the table, I guess it came out of the wall door. It was really good.

It wasn't long after I ate that any anxiety I had faded away.

I suppose there was something in the food or the bottles of water, but at the time I thought nothing of it.

I think I'm in a hospital. But, no doctors, no nurses. No one.

Day 2

The front wall was clear for a while today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hallway or a big room outside the wall, but I can't see but a few feet.

My room is brightly lit, until lights out. That's nighttime and time to sleep. I'm getting almost 10 hours of the best sleep I've ever had. I've never slept like this. My head hits the pillow and I'm out.

The food is very good, emerging from the wall regularly four times a day, sometimes with a smoothie drink.

It slides onto the table from the wall like clockwork. The tray is attached to the sliding part, there is no tableware, you eat everything with your fingers. It's really good though. When you're done it slides away into the wall.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's impossible to focus. My mind wanders and then I take a nap or daydream. I'll have a moment where I remember something, like a dream image, but they slip away pretty fast.

I've kinda given up on trying to remember stuff, and just go with the flow. I feel so relaxed here, it's really amazing.

I received an illustrated list of exercises each morning, and there's a chime to let you know when to start. It's stretching and easy stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a week now. I haven't seen anyone else. The food appears, a beverage now and then, bottled water. It's very quiet. I think the thick transparent walls may be soundproof.

It feels like where I'm at now is OK. More than OK, I like it.

I'm not sure when I decided that living here is normal, but my mind seems to have accepted it in the past few days.

I feel very calm here, not like a few months ago. It was stressful, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the pamphlets said. Everyone had to stay inside. I'm trying to remember, but it's fuzzy. I have a sense that outside was a dangerous place, and that I'm safe here.

Everything here is taken care of. I have no worries, no problems - I'm warm, safe, clean, and well-fed.

I don't know what else I could ask for.

Well, maybe I do. I don't know if it's me, or my relaxed state of mind, but I've been kinda horny in the last few days. It would be great to get laid. I can't remember the last time I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must have been a long time ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick book. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few pamphlets. It was all drawings about a pioneer woman in the Old West. There were covered wagons and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her people. She was close to dying and was found by these tall, lanky people from deep in the woods. They were living in the hills and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some things like how to boil water to make it clean. She decided to stay with them and they ended up adopting her, making her part of their group. The book ended with her staying with them in their big caves.

She ended up sleeping with one of them a lot. There were a few pretty explicit drawings of them making love. Then, in the end, she looked pregnant. They didn't show the tall people in detail, they were drawn in the shadows of the cave and at night. I wanted to see them more.

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

Dreamt about being in a cave with the tall Wendigo. I was with one and it took me deeper in the cave, where it showed me that I had a cozy chamber to myself, draped with furs and fruit to eat. I took off my clothes to be nude on the furs and it sort of put its hands on me and we had sex there.

I still couldn't see him clearly. Just a muscular, tall figure with huge hands. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the shadows, and I had him too. There's something primal and sexy about the tall, muscular people. People? Creatures or beings - I guess.

I felt so safe and warm in that dream cave - it was a very hot dream and I woke up wet and tingling.

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before lights on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my tall muscular lover.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did exercises. There was a green smoothie with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the rest of the day, looking at the comic and napping. I think I've put on a little weight, the food is so good though. My boobs are a little bigger, my hips too maybe. I better not skip a workout.

A new uniform dress appeared on the table yesterday. It was a little roomier.

Day 10

Another book arrived today through the slot at the table.

A kind of colorful educational pamphlet. It had color drawings throughout it. The drawings were of a kind of man.

Kind of a man, more of a tall, slim human-like being.

The beings were tall, the book said, six foot two to six foot six, lean and strong, with long arms that extended down almost below their knees.

Some that saw them were afraid of them because of their size, the pamphlet said, but there was no reason to be.

Each huge hand had four long fingers and one thumb. Hairless, the being's blue-gray skin was mottled with spots of different sizes and shapes, like an animal I had seen once.

What animal was that? I couldn't remember.

The creature had broad shoulders and defined chest muscles. Muscles were well defined everywhere on the slim creature.

The being's head was large, not entirely round but a bit angular, but there was no hair. The eyes were large, black, and spaced wide apart, no nose save for a couple of small holes. The mouth was wide and lipless, just a long slit where a normal mouth would be. The being had no ears, but small indentations where the ear-holes were.

The effect was almost expressionless. I thought his face drawing looked a little sad.

The more I looked at the drawing I thought, it looked familiar.

Dangerous? My brain was taking in the image, a faint old warning device sounding.

I could turn that faded feeling of a threat around in my brain but my mind couldn't frame it. The being looked as threatening as a deer.

Almost human.

Like any anatomy book, hanging between the creature's legs was his penis. It looked very human, except for the tip. The head of the penis was different, or maybe the artist had made a mistake.

I looked at the drawing of the being, and his penis for a while. It looked long and slim.

The head was angled and looked like it had small triangular flower petals around the edge, like a fleshy star or daisy.

Earlier this morning I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an orgasm under the covers. I had been very aroused the past few days.

My pussy was tingling a little.

Now I found myself wondering what the being's penis would be like erect. I imagined the expressionless being having sex with a human. What would that feel like, I wondered.

Like my dream?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of course! The tall people from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the pamphlet out of the corner of my eye, open to a drawing of the long, lean being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the tall gray man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a constant state of dampness. My body feels extra sensitive, tingly. My nipples are so sensitive I had to pull down the dress, the constant rubbing of the material was driving me crazy! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

I took the book into bed with me before the lights went out and made myself cum again.

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of color drawings, it had pictures of the beings.

THEY ARE REAL!

They really exist! There was more text about how they move (fast), how they act (smart, docile), and the texture of their skin (smooth).

The Wendigo, the book said, were survivors of a people that had traveled here from a distant star long ago, and got stranded.

They are from another star.

There was picture after picture of different Wendigo, their coloring, and spots different for each one. Subtle differences in each one, like height, coloring, the width of their shoulders.

And their penises.

One photo, in particular, showed a being with his long penis hanging between his legs, longer than the others. He was well-defined, and I noticed this one's pecs and broad soldiers. His long muscular arms and thick fingers.

He was 6 6" the book said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

The penis of the Wendigo was "7 to 8 inches in length when erect, with the occasional outlying 9-inch erection", and was "generally 6 to 7 /1/2 inches in circumference."

There was a page showing the unique head, the twelve to fourteen small, fleshy points around the angled tip of the being's cock. It also showed the large opening in the center of the fleshy flower, and the large veins running along the shaft.

The text said the head was angled for easier entry, and the small triangular "petals" get firm when it ejaculates, holding the penis inside the vaginal canal.

I don't think I had ever been so aroused by a photo.

What would that feel like "entering" me?

I couldn't put the book down. I read every word and looked at the photos for a long time.

My pussy was dripping by the time I was done. What is wrong with me?

I masturbated after lights out, imagining one of the unearthly muscular creatures fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today! A Wendigo came along the space of my wall as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and lean, just like the photos. I was so excited my heart was pounding. He stopped and put a big hand on the glass and looked in at me. Then it heard something and looked away, looked back at me, and zoomed off. He was a little in the shadow so I didn't get to see his spots or color really, but it moved like a Cheetah. Cheetah? Yes, that's a thing.

A fast muscular thing. Its muscles ripple when it moves.

I did see its penis. It was swinging there between his long legs. The nubs around the head of his cock were visible, and I could see how it would slip into a pussy, the tip beveled like it was.

He was curious about me, I felt that. It looked right at me.

Day 18

I see one or two of the gaunt giants a day now. They pass by, look in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by someone, but I can't hear anything. I try to get them to stay, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their head a bit and touch the glass. They don't wear clothes of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the pictures and drawings I saw of their long lanky bodies were nude.

Day 22

My wall to the right is transparent occasionally now. There's another woman there, she's older, maybe forties. We communicated with some hand signs and she said she's been here for four hundred days. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as best she could.

Yes, they were alien to this world, and they had been here for a long time.

Their skin looks wet, but it feels dry. The tongue is rough, like a cat.

They don't talk, but you might sense something.

Was she saying they were telepathic?

I wanted to know how she knew so much.

She used to work here, is what I think she told me.

One day she found herself in a room. She signed that she remembers asking to be put here.

Day 23

My back wall has a screen of some kind in it. There are occasional nutrition videos or new exercise demonstrations.

Today I saw a video about Wendigo. It was basically an educational video on how to have a "sexual encounter" with one if that were to happen.

Is that possible? How would that happen?

Text appeared with the video that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long time, living in the deep wilderness. There were lots of stories passed down by Native Americans about them.

The Wendigo, the text read, had been mating with human females for years.

It said they share no diseases with humans so nothing can be passed.

It was safe and harmless.

The film laid out that they have sex like other "humanoids". The Male penis goes inside the Female. Ha, yes I get it.

The film was serious though, about sensitive parts of their body and stuff. Ears and nose sensitivities. Also, the tongue, which I had never seen.

The video showed a tongue that could be up to six inches long. It was thought it was for eating fruit or flowers found on their homeworld.

Amazingly, there was a recording of a woman having sex with one!

It was a short video section that came up near the end.

It showed a woman and Wendigo together. The plain-looking woman obediently sat on the bed, never taking her eyes off of the muscular male. The huge being held her down, his long thick penis was hard and dripping. His giant hands spread her legs and his cock slipped into her. He cocked his head and stroked her like a machine. His long member slipped into her easily and she held on to his arms as he plunged it into her over and over.

It showed her orgasming and it looked real to me. Her eyes were open and locked on the creature, her face a picture of pleasure, mouth open wide.

The vid also pointed out that their semen is light blue and the erect penis secretes a lube they called "pre-ejaculate lubrication".

The video showed it oozing out of the large opening in the tip.

The petals of the flower-shaped head of their cock get firm and expand inside the vagina when he is close to orgasming, to help hold his erection in place while he's ejaculating.

The text explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the excretions of the Wendigo. In the precum and the semen. It was a breeding tactic since they didn't have a mating season.

"This natural drug has been analyzed, synthesized and produced" the text read.

Is that what they're giving me and why I'm feeling this way?

The video went on to show the sinewy creature slowing, then stopping his thrusting. He was now orgasming, the text read. Up to a cup of semen, maybe more would be "discharged".

A close-up showed his cock buried in the woman's vagina, visibly pulsing as he held it in her. She was still shaking with what looked like a strong orgasm.

The muscular blue-gray being slid his limp penis out the woman. It was still long and thick, dripping blue semen onto the woman's thigh as the video wrapped up.

It went on about what a woman could expect after and before sex. The text stated that they seemed to be careful, considerate sexual partners, "If a woman is chosen."

A Wendigo may finish with a partner and immediately leave, or one may stay for a few minutes.

I wanted to watch the video again, but it ended and the screen went dark.

(I wrote down as much as I could remember so I won't forget it!)

Day 24

The older woman next to me had a Wendigo in her room today.

Before breakfast the wall between us became clear and I saw one stride into her room!

He lifted her and moved her to the bed, as easy as carrying a doll.

His penis was hard as he nimbly pulled her dress off and laid her down on the bed. Just as he climbed between her open legs the wall went dark and I couldn't see.

I yelled "No!" as the wall went dark and pushed my face against the glass, but I couldn't see or hear anything after that.

I felt so frustrated and wondered why she was allowed and I was not. I guess she had been here much longer, but still, I was upset.

Day 25

Still waiting for my door to open. I'm making sure I'm doing my exercises correctly and eating everything that appears on the table.

Day 26

Received another pamphlet today.

I can only describe it as a masturbation aid.

It was filled with color and black and white photos of different women having sex with Wendigo. Different positions, different Wendigo. It showed a woman taking the long, hard penis of a smaller Wendigo in her mouth. The small caption read 'Pleasuring a youngling'. There was a picture of the angular head of a Wendigo between the wide-open legs of a nude woman. His tongue was snaking inside her. The caption read simply 'Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the last page, thinking of that long tongue in my mouth, or my pussy.

I touched my clit lightly and I began to orgasm.

That's all I have to do lately, just a touch and I'm cumming - it's crazy.

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The lights dimmed and there was a rushing sound as the door slid open.

As soon as it did the doorway was filled with the lithe, muscular body of a large Wendigo.

I was ready for him, sitting on the edge of my bed, already nude.