Samantha

"Running faster than my legs can take me
Shouting louder than my lungs allow me.

Why has the river flood
Still gotta die for someone
Be my embrace now
Be my embrace now."

*****

"Come with me, my dear, I have something to show you..."

His words still dripped in her ear like honey as she staggered through the doors to the chill of the street outside. She had left her coat inside, but was somewhat beyond caring now. She clutched at herself and fought back the feeling she would retch.

"I have so very much to teach you..."

*****

She had spotted him from clear across the other side of the warehouse, despite the crush of people that throbbed rhythmically betwixt them. Bass rattled and burst between the flailing mass of limbs and euphoric faces, the twist and rub of heavily sweating flesh in the industrial ruin.

He seemed like her. He wasn't there to drink or to dance or to socialize. He was just there to be seen.

She'd dressed accordingly, aiming to be seen, but Rave Culture dictated certain standards of its participants, and she'd made sure that she would fit in while standing out. Her outfit was pared back to the barest minimum of fabric, a skirt so short it bordered on indecency and a matching dark blue tube top had brought knee high leather boots and a shock of carefully color matched hair to the party.

He'd seen her, he'd noticed her and her outfit and she smiled to think of him watching her. Sizing her up, allowing his eyes to play over her body as she sipped at her drink, allowing her tongue to slide playfully over the end of the straw.

She wasn't being very subtle. She wasn't even trying to be. Then again, he wasn't either.

She smiled to herself, turning subtly this way and that, allowing him to see her from every angle. She didn't think less of herself for treating her own body as meat, as a commodity, more as just cutting to the chase.

It was clear what he wanted.

She wanted it too.

*****

She tumbled suddenly, the heel of her boot catching in the cracks of the broken concrete slabs that lined the walkway outside. She could feel the music emanating from within the structure still, pounding and rattling and shaking the squat building they had come together in.

A hand pressed to her stomach and she gasped in fear and pain as something within pressed back.

*****

She turned to excuse herself from her friends and he was there. Next to her. She gasped in surprise at how fast he seemed to have moved, but setting the glass in her hand down she told herself it was a trick of the atmosphere, writing off the impossible.

He smiled at her, and she at him, angling her eyes upward they sparkled through the heavy eyeshadow and mascara. It was a maneuver she had learned and perfected through trial and error, and she felt it take its desired effect as his hand snaked out to encircle her waist and draw her close to him.

He whispered into her ear, and a thrill ran through her as his breath panted against the side of her face as he began to speak. Subconsciously her thighs rubbed together slightly, her lack of underwear never more apparent to her than now.

She couldn't begin to describe the things he said to her, the actions he described and the feelings they evoked in her but she knew with a burning certainty that she wanted him.

She took his hand, and led him away through the crowds, quickly closing behind them as if never there in the first place.

*****

She crawled away from the doors, knowing that no-one inside could help her, she frantically sought help in the scarcely populated tumble of structures, the night sky desolate with the blurred light of the city blocking the stars from witnessing what was happening to her.

She reached a corner and struggled to stand, her breath ragged and heaving in her chest as she felt the pressure within her begin to build. Her hand slapped at the brickwork as she fought for purchase, levering herself upright.

Her other hand grasped at the development of her abdomen. Her belly had begun to protrude, growling and rippling as it stretched and contorted, whatever was inside of her fighting mercilessly to grow despite the clench of her skin. The sound of flesh reconfiguring itself to this new and unexpected burden was torturous. The pale pink dome jutted cruely from her outfit, her formerly trim stomach obliterated in a convex bloat as it strained ever outward, the outline of veins visible through the thinning skin.

Her eyes widened in a desperate inner plea, watching as the feeling of life within her began to manifest itself visually, her mind agog at the process but the experience beyond anything she had felt, known or learnt in her all too brief life.

She screamed, but the distant throb eclipsed any and all sounds that escaped her lips.

*****

They'd found a corner of some old abandoned shack a way away from the party, and begun to kiss.

Gently she wrapped a leg around him as his hand slipped under her skirt, cupping her as she leant hard against him, biting his lower lip gently and purring to herself.

Go on... her eyes told him as they looked into his. Let's not do this dance, this coy tease and catch and release and catch once more. You can surely feel the heat of me, and I long to feel yours...

She slipped a hand to his fly and eagerly unzipped him, glancing for a second over her shoulder to make sure they were utterly alone she thrust him backward to a sturdy workbench, forcing him to sprawl heavily across it, scattering the detritus atop it. She ran a finger down his chest, giggling, as she straddled him, easing herself on top of him, lifting her skirt to show herself to him as he penetrated her.

Her eyes widened... she hadn't expected that...

Something was wrong... very wrong...

She felt cold, viscous fluid spew from him, filling her utterly and spilling from the imperfect seal of their union. She cried in alarm, trying to force herself off of him, but he gripped her thighs mercilessly and continued to empty himself into her.

She pounded on his chest, beating savagely, but he ignored her, a low moan creeping from his lips.

She grabbed something from the work surface and lashed out at him, before a scream ripped from her.

It was a jag of twisted, sharp metal.

His throat smiled at her as he expired with a gurgle.

*****

She grit her teeth, her breath barking in her throat as she clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes closed. She tilted her head upward as she felt the bones of her hips and pelvis grind against each other, the heavy bulk of her womb pressing down on them cruelly.

She could not possibly know what was happening to her, or indeed understand it, but a sliver of curiosity bubbled meekly beneath the enveloping shroud of fear, the sheer outlandishness of her situation both terrifying and captivating, seemingly in the same breath.

She dared peek at it again, and shook her head in despair, a sob welling up from her chest as she saw the thing within her convulse, the surface of her belly visibly shifting outward with an elasticized creak from the skin. Her body billowed outward, the brood within her denting and distorting the surface of her midriff as it began to move and seek escape.

She clutched at her girth feebly, knowing perhaps now that whatever it was that was growing in her would have to come out, one way or another.

She parted her legs slightly, feeling the cool night air whip between them as she braced herself, feeling the skin shift subtly as a weak contraction rippled through her. She knew her chances were slim, but her body was put together with birth in mind, so she had to do her best to accommodate.

The skin of her belly heaved slightly as stronger and stronger muscular waves coursed through it. Each brought a gasp and a squeal of pain from her as she squeezed her poor, overstretched womb in time with them, trying to direct whatever it was inside her down and out. The bulk of her monstrous circumference had visibly shifted lower, straining the waistband of her skirt as it pushed lower and lower still, the thing within now fully awake and making its presence felt through rose colored welted flesh.

Her eyes widened as a sudden realization struck her.

Shouldn't her water have broken by now?

She screamed as she felt the thing make its way toward the outside world.

*****

The body on the workbench twitched, and the thing wearing the man's skin sat up, and drew the zipper of it's jacket upward to cover the ragged gape of its neck.

It had been a productive night so far, but there were many others out there that would end up just like her...