Return to Cheju-Do
(A Sequel to
Horror at Cheju-Do Island
by Doc Dweeb)
By The Preve (with the Doc's permission)
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit.
Author's note: This story is a sequel to an earlier one by Doc Dweeb, found on Monsters and Angels/Galaxy of Terror. In the previous story, the protagonist, while vacationing on a resort island off the southern coast of South Korea, had an intimate encounter with a giant, mutant, genetically engineered hag fish (aka slime eel) which escaped from a research lab. In the process the creature impregnated the protagonist with eggs and sperm. This story examines the aftermath.
"Wow! I feel stuffed."
Carolyn stood before the mirror, running her hands across her slightly distended belly. Hag fish spunk filled her womb, or so she thought. Unbeknownst, her womb contained twenty fertilized eggs, implanted by the salacious slime eel.
She dropped the slime-soaked towel and wet bathing suit into the clothes hamper. Then she went to the shower. The young woman's erotic daze was made evident by her flushed skin. Her nipples were plump and her vulva, swollen and tender.
As she lathered her hair, Carolyn was pensive, "I can't tell anyone. Sex with a giant hag fish? I'd get fired, divorced, and put away."
Carolyn let the water cascade over her body. The slime ran down the drain. "Damn it! I'm horny!" she thought.
She ran her hands over her breasts, across the plumped pink nipples, down her smooth, pale, and rounded belly, finally reaching the gold-tinted brown muff between her legs. Carolyn's digits plumbed her wet cleft. Her swollen vulva enfolded the fingers like soft pillows around a hard cock.
Carolyn figured getting off would expend the sexual energy. She pleasured herself with one hand while the other massaged her boob. Heat bloomed inside her thighs, swelling her bud until she climaxed. Warm cum splashed onto her palm and splattered on the floor. It washed down the drain while Carolyn, knees wobbling, leaned against the tiled wall, gasping. "Oh God! I'm still horny!"
Carolyn decided she needed to read up on hag fish. She stepped out of the shower and, not bothering to dress, went to the study. At the desk she opened her laptop and googled hag fish. She found a site well . . . devoted to hag fish, "Geez! You can find anything on the internet."
Hag fish were the ocean's equivalent of vultures, she found. Judging from the pictures displayed, the hag fish that raped her was an inshore hag fish, albeit far larger than normal. Hag fish were known to excrete huge amounts of slime, hence the nickname slime eels. Inshore hag fish, like others of its species, favored dead or dying animals, burrowing into decaying carcasses to eat from within. Koreans thought them a delicacy, favored as an aphrodisiac.
That might explain it,
Carolyn thought.
Maybe it's the slime.
She thought of taking another swim but the late hour and her exhaustion said no. "I'll look for the hag fish later." She lay in bed, running her hands over her body.
I look a little pregnant.
A ridiculous thought flashed through her brain,
I can't be knocked up, can I? I should read some more.
The worry lasted just a split second, and then she snorted, "A hag fish? Another species? Impossible, it's just cum." but, she had to admit, "No man had ever filled me this full before."
Carolyn spent the rest of the weekend swimming, and sunning herself on the beach. The vacation home also had an indoor Jacuzzi, set in a mirrored room, with accessories. She didn't see the hag fish.
She noted a slight swelling of her breasts. Her swimsuit and clothes felt tight so, for the rest of the weekend, Carolyn decided to go nude around the house and beach. On Tuesday, Carolyn returned to work, carrying a new set of clothes, looser fitting. "I hope I didn't catch something from that thing," she worried.
The next couple of weeks were awkward. The curve of her belly did not diminish; if any it grew more pronounced. Her breasts remained swollen, nipples chaffing against her increasingly tight bra. Carolyn's worries grew in relation to her belly. "I can't be pregnant. It was a hag fish. It's impossible," but a doctor was out of the question. "I can't go to a doctor and say 'Okay, I was raped by a hag fish and now I think I'm pregnant with its child'."
Another possibility worried Carolyn, "Maybe it's cancer." She dismissed it. Carolyn had a complete physical prior to coming to Korea, including a breast exam.
People began to notice. Susan, a co-worker, remarked that she looked a little curvier than normal. Carolyn giggled, "Korean cuisine, I guess."
Oh God! What am I going to do?
New events brought new complications. The bad news: in October, North Korea torpedoed another South Korean ship; tensions skyrocketed. The worse news: the North claimed it had a nuclear warhead; tensions went into orbit. The events, however, led to a tiny bit of good news for Carolyn: she was going back to Cheju-Do.
The defense department could have sent her home. Instead defense decided analysts were needed on standby to provide reports and support in worst case scenarios. Personnel were disbursed out of Seoul for safety's sake.
The South Korean government happily returned Carolyn to the vacation home. Carolyn happily accepted (not least for the privacy). "You're lucky," Susan said. "They're sending me to Yokosuka." She was on a plane the next day. Moreover, rather than just the weekend, the stay was indefinite. Carolyn's tasks were to crunch facts and figures and send the results by email.
That evening, standing nude before the bathroom mirror, she thought,
Now I definitely look pregnant. At least four months. What happened?
She opened her laptop, googled hag fish, and re-read the article. Three words stood out: hermaphrodite, ovipositor, and penis. She sat back in the chair and went over the details. A chill raced up her spine.
"Its dick did feel different the second time. Oh my God! The first time was the ovipositor, the second time was its dick! It laid eggs! And I brought its dick inside me! And it fertilized . . . Oh my God!" Carolyn felt sick, "I fucked a giant hag fish, now I'm pregnant! Oh my God!"
She read the article, numb with dread. According to the article, the hag fish could have laid as much as twenty eggs inside her. "Twenty?! Oh God!" One slight bit of hope caught her attention: hag fish tended to favor dead or dying animals; so far as she knew, Carolyn was healthy.
She leaned back and ran her hands across her belly.
Okay,
no doctors. I'd have to explain and it would get out. I'd be fired at the very least and a walking tabloid story. I'd never be able to show my face in public again. My husband would divorce me. I'll have to carry them to term and figure how to get rid of them. I just hope I'm not called up before then. I can pull this off.
Carolyn bought two months worth of groceries at the nearby market. She stayed near the house and beach, working on her laptop. All indicators pointed to a lengthy stay. Her clothes no longer fit and she received no visitors, so Carolyn decided to go nude.
Each morning she checked her progress. Carolyn's belly grew round; her belly button popped out, a tiny nub like the stem on a ripe fruit. Her belly and breasts tenderized. Every touch caused an erotic reaction, wetting her pussy. She masturbated frequently.
Carolyn found her pregnant look sexy. Prior to the hag fish, she sported a trim, curvy body with c-cup boobs and a nice ass. Now she saw how her belly curved into the pelvis, how her swollen breasts, capped by rose pink tits, rested atop her ripe torso.
I didn't think I'd look this sexy,
she thought.
And to think, I didn't want children.
Carolyn made a concoction of skin cream and body oil. Each morning, noon, and before bed, Carolyn rubbed the cream on her body, paying extra attention to her belly and breasts. Her sensitive skin became supple and shiny. The round pink globes, topped by burnt sienna aureolas, complimented the giant melon ripening beneath. "I feel like a fertility goddess."
Carolyn's weight gain caused back and ankle problems; lying down helped but not by much. The Jacuzzi, with its hydrotherapy jets, made an excellent masseuse. The accessories, a portable desk stored in the side, a waterproof laptop, and a flat screen HD TV set in a mirrored panel, allowed Carolyn to work in the hot tub. The mirrors let her view areas obscured by her growing belly. Soon she spent most of her days in the Jacuzzi.
As the autumn progressed, Carolyn's mobility declined. Her belly ripened into a giant fruit of fertility; getting out of bed became a chore.
Carolyn took up residence in the Jacuzzi, leaving for regular trips to the bathroom, or to cook meals. She kept her skin wrinkle free (due to constant immersion in water) through constant applications of body cream.
On day, while slathering cream across her boobs, Carolyn noticed a tiny bead of white fluid, welled at the tip of her right tit.
What the fuck?
She gave her breast an experimental squeeze. A creamy white stream squirted from the melon. "Why am I not surprised?" she smiled.
