Suburban Hentai

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com
“Darling, have you ever thought about having an affair?” asked Sabrina Marsden one evening, as she and her husband lay in bed, reading.

Keith rolled his eyes and put down his book. “No,” he said dutifully. “Well, I’ve fantasized, of course, but I’ve never seriously considered it.”

“Have you fantasized about Judy?” she asked.

“Why do you want to know?” he inquired peevishly.

“Well, she’s an attractive woman. I just want to know what you think about when you’re looking at her.”

“I’m not thinking anything,” he said shortly. “I’m just looking. There’s nothing improper about that.”

“What if she offered herself to you?” asked Sabrina.

“What if, what if?” said Keith, exasperated. He loved his little wife, with her waifish figure, green eyes and curly brown hair – but sometimes she drove him crazy with her paranoia. “Why all these questions? Have I given you any reason to doubt my fidelity?”

“Well you fantasize about other women,” said Sabrina. “I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to worry about that.”

“Every married man fantasizes about other women!” said Keith. “It’s normal. It doesn’t mean we’re going to act on those fantasies. I mean, come on, don’t you find other men attractive?”

Sabrina shrugged. “Certainly – but I don’t fantasize about them.”

“You don’t fantasize at all!”

“Exactly,” she said.

“Well I’m sorry,” said Keith, “but I think I’m pretty normal in this regard. It doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and sleep with strange women.”

“Judy isn’t strange.”

“All right, other women. My point stands. The two things are unrelated.”

“So you’re saying that if Judy undressed in front of you and asked you to have sex with her…”

“Good grief!” said Keith. “That’s not going to happen! Why even hypothesize about it?”

“I just want to know what you’d do.”

“Sabrina, my love, I’ve given you the best answer I can,” said Keith. “Now please, unless you have something worthwhile to discuss, would you mind letting me get back to my book?”

Disgruntled, Sabrina turned her back on him and closed her eyes. It bothered her more than she cared to admit, that Keith got aroused so easily by scantily clad women on the television, or buxom colleagues like Judy, or those wet t-shirt pictures he was so fond of seeking out on the internet. How could she be sure she could trust him, when his attention was so easily diverted? She just didn’t understand why he couldn’t see that it was a big deal. She herself had no desire to look at pictures of semi-naked men on the internet, and she could not understand why Keith felt the need to look at pictures of women. Why wasn’t she enough for him?

The question unresolved, she fell into a troubled sleep.

She awoke with a feeling of unease. The light was off, but a glance at her alarm clock told her it was nearly four o’clock in the morning. What had awoken her? She switched on her bedside light, knowing it would not disturb Keith, who slept very soundly. A scream died in her throat as the light illuminated a tall figure standing next to her bed. It was a man, wearing nothing but a short tunic. He put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet.

Strangely, Sabrina did not feel as afraid as she would have expected. Here was a strange man, in her own bedroom, having broken into her house … yet he did not look like a burglar or rapist or murderer. He looked…

By God he looked good! His short blond hair was styled to perfection, his bare arms rippled with powerful musculature, his skin was tanned and toned everywhere that she could see, his legs would put an Olympic athlete to shame … and he possessed a face to die for, with eyes so blue they looked like little oceans in which she yearned to swim.

Yet reason prevailed, for a moment. “Who … are you?” she gasped, tugging the sheets up to her chin.

He smiled, and butterflies began dancing in her stomach. He had the most gorgeous smile, and his teeth were white and perfect. “My darling Sabrina,” he said. The words were like music – his accent was vaguely foreign, and his voice had a deep, mellifluous quality that made her heart pound. “I am here to make love to you.”

Sabrina nervously clutched the sheets. “You … you can’t do that,” she said. “I’m married!”

“Shh,” he said, and he deftly removed his tunic.

Sabrina’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. He was built like a god! Like one of those classical statues – only with a huge, proud, erect penis that both frightened and fascinated her. She shrank back as he came towards her. Then he knelt beside the bed, and reached out to stroke her cheek.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I am going to give you the best night of your life.”

And he kissed her on the lips. She squealed, half-heartedly, but his lips were so tender, so strong, so firm … and his tongue – so masterful, so skilful … she did not have a hope of resisting him.

This quickly became her rationale. He was far too strong; there was absolutely no point in trying to fight him off. Yet as his lips drew away from her, and he started unbuttoning her nightdress, she wondered fleetingly what was stopping her from crying out to awaken her husband. Perhaps this beautiful man would hurt Keith, if he woke up. Perhaps it was best for Keith to remain asleep…

Having completely stripped off her nightdress, the man pulled the sheets back, uncovering her. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself when he pulled her panties down, and then off, but he shook his head. “You are beautiful,” he said. “Extraordinarily beautiful. You should not cover yourself up. God created you this way – and in doing so he achieved a masterpiece.”

Coming from a bona fide masterpiece of the male form, this was indeed a compliment, and Sabrina’s heart soared even as she blushed like a schoolgirl with a crush. Then the stranger removed the rings from her fingers. This made her worry, but he merely placed them on her bedside table.

“I may not enter you while you wear clothing or jewellery of any kind,” he said. Then he lay down on top of her, and she gasped as his large erection slid deep into her vagina. Amazingly, despite the fact that he had used no lubricant, there was absolutely no resistance to his entry. She must be lubricating like crazy, she thought. She wondered why she had spread her legs for him. Or had he pulled them apart himself? She was not sure.

Each stroke that the stranger’s penis delivered was like an injection of pure pleasure into her body. He was filling her to capacity, but not uncomfortably so … and with each thrust his penis was somehow rubbing against her g-spot. In less than a minute she was writhing in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm. She had to turn her head and bite the pillow so that she did not scream out in ecstasy.

Climax followed climax, and soon Sabrina had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around the stranger’s back. Never mind that her husband lay only a foot or so away, or that she was not on the pill (she and Keith had been trying for a baby for months now). Right now, she did not care, she was so wrapped up in the private world that she shared with only this amazingly handsome man. Only by keeping her eyes and teeth clenched tightly shut could she prevent herself from screaming in unbridled passion.

Then he came inside her in a series of powerful spurts, and she pressed her pelvis tightly against his, pulling him against her with her hands, terrified of getting pregnant but adoring the hot rush of his sperm inside her. And still the spurting continued, filling her with an unnatural quantity of semen … but she did not pull away. She could feel the tip of his erection pressing against her cervix, so that the semen was pouring directly into her womb … and she was both delighted and anxious at the thought that he was filling her to capacity with his seed.

He kissed her deeply, then pulled out. “I shall return tomorrow,” he promised. Then he stood up, and she could see the wall of the bedroom through his body. “Farewell,” he said, fading from view. Then he was gone, having vanished into thin air. Sabrina felt bereft.

Then she suddenly felt horribly guilty. She shook herself, and hurriedly put her rings back on her fingers. She fetched her panties and put them on, then she fastened all of the buttons on her nightdress. She knew she should go to the bathroom and wash out her vagina … but deep down she knew it would do little good, since he had filled her womb with his sperm. Also, she was terribly tired. She sighed unhappily, switched off her bedside light, and soon fell into an exhausted sleep.

The following morning, it all seemed like a dream, albeit a very strange and erotic dream. She did not mention it to Keith, but she was comforted by the fact that the doors were all still locked, and the alarm was still set. Nobody could have got into the house without setting off the motion sensors. By the time she had finished her breakfast, she had convinced herself that it had simply been a very vivid dream.

Yet she could not stop thinking about it as she drove to work, and then as she sat behind the counter at the bank, dealing with customers. In the cold light of day, it was obvious that she had behaved terribly badly. How could she have enjoyed sex with a stranger so much, even in a dream? And yet, every time she thought of the man’s face … and his body … several times her colleagues asked her why she was smiling, but of course she could not tell them.

Midway through the morning, she felt a ticklish sensation inside her. Something was moving in her vagina. Sweat broke out on her brow – this was a repulsive feeling. Finishing up with her current customer, she rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. Sticking two fingers into her vagina, she came into contact with something. She managed to grasp it between her fingers, and pulled it carefully out.

She screamed when she saw it, and dropped it. It was a large, yellowish-white maggot, just over an inch in length. It wriggled helplessly on the floor while she shuddered, backing away from it. Then she pulled out several sheets of toilet paper, which she used to pick it up off the floor. She dropped it into the toilet bowl, and flushed. Considerably unnerved, she sat, trembling, on the lid of the toilet while she tried to calm herself down. After a few minutes, she took a couple of deep breaths, which she let out very slowly. This seemed to help; pulling herself together, she washed her hands and left the toilet.

Back at her place behind the counter, she had no sooner sat down when she felt more tickling in her vagina. She hurried back to the bathroom. Again she retrieved a maggot, again she flushed it. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she forced herself to be calm, and dried her eyes. As she returned to the counter, she felt more tickling, so she turned back.

Seven maggot removals later, she had stopped bothering to go back to the counter. Instead she simply sat on the toilet and waited for another maggot to appear in her vagina. Her abdomen, she had now noticed, was bulging slightly – as if she were in the early stages of pregnancy. Perhaps there were a lot of these maggots in her womb, and they were slowly migrating, one by one, down into her vagina. The thought made her sweat and tremble, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. As she removed another maggot, she realized with a sick feeling that this could take a while.

And she did not have a while. She had work to do. She could not afford to spend the rest of the day in the bathroom – she would lose her job. There was nothing for it – she would have to wait until a few maggots had made it down into her vagina, and then remove several at once. With a whimper of unhappiness, she pulled up her panties, tugged her skirt down into place, and went back to the counter.

“What kept you?” asked her colleague, Robbie, annoyed. The spotty youth, with his dark, lank hair and bad breath, was definitely the bank’s worst (and most disliked) employee, but he was the manager’s nephew and apparently immune from discipline. Sabrina gave him a dirty look, but said nothing.

It was not long before the tickling began again, and over the course of the next few minutes, it gradually intensified. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on her customers, though she tried valiantly. She could feel such a writhing and squirming of squishy bodies within her vagina – there were soon so many that they were rubbing against her g-spot, which was distracting for another reason. Her cheeks became flushed, and her breathing heavy. She could feel herself getting very wet.

She desperately wanted to go back to the bathroom and get rid of her unwelcome guests, but it had only been ten minutes since her last visit. If she had to go to the bathroom every ten minutes, Robbie would certainly complain to his uncle about her. So she endured it, and tried to concentrate on her work.

“Could I deposit these please?” asked the woman currently behind the counter.

“Yes of course,” said Sabrina breathlessly. As she typed the amounts into the computer, she shuddered as she felt one of the maggots wriggle out of her vaginal opening and into her panties. She considered attempting to pull it out while sitting here, and throwing it into the bin beside her, but that would mean pulling up her skirt, and she most definitely did not want Robbie getting any ideas about her.

Five minutes later, there were several maggots in her panties, and she became worried that in the course of shifting position on her stool, she might start squishing them. The thought of their bloated bodies popping against her pussy, and discharging their messy guts into her panties, was too awful to contemplate.

She climbed off her stool and set it aside. It was common practice for the counter staff to do this – they all got tired of sitting after a while, and frequently spent part of the day standing instead. Most of her colleagues appeared taller standing than sitting, but for Sabrina, who was just over five feet in height, it was the other way around.

Half an hour after her long visit to the bathroom, her panties were heaving with maggots. Most had found their way back along her gusset to the seat of her panties, and were wriggling around and between her buttocks. Some, however, had climbed forward and upward, and were crawling around her pussy. Slick with her vaginal juices, their bodies had soon soaked her entire panties. And still her vagina was full of them, and they were still rubbing against her g-spot. Despite her revulsion at the horrible crawling sensations, she found herself approaching an orgasm. Improvising quickly, she pretended to accidentally knock her pen off the counter, and as she stooped to retrieve it, she shivered in orgasmic delight.

“Are you all right?” asked her latest customer, as she stood up again.

“Yeh … yes thanks,” she panted. She handed him his deposit slip, then she practically fled to the bathroom.

“Jeez!” said Robbie. “Are you…”

But she did not wait around to hear his question. Locked in the toilet again, she hoisted her skirt up around her waist, and pulled down her panties. What she saw made her feel sick: a wriggling mass of maggots, squirming around in a mass of colourless slime that filled her panties from front to back. She was sure that the slime was not of her own production – the maggots themselves must be excreting it.

Emptying her panties into the toilet, she wiped them out with a few pieces of toilet paper, although the slime was insidious stuff and when she was done, it was still thickly coating the inside of her panties. Next she fished out of her vagina as many maggots as she could find, and dropped them into the toilet bowl. She was alarmed to see that, instead of staying in the water and drowning, the maggots had been busy climbing the sides of the bowl, and were tucking themselves away out of sight beneath the rim. When she flushed, hardly any of them went down the bend. She was not about to go hunting for them, however.

She wiped her pussy and buttocks as clean as possible, but as hard as she tried, she could not get all of the slime off. Reluctantly she pulled up her panties, which felt cold and wet and slippery against her skin. As she washed her hands, she felt another maggot in her vagina, but she tried to ignore it as she went back out and sat down at the counter.

“Weak bladder, eh?” asked Robbie.

“That’s none of your business,” muttered Sabrina.

“Oh but it is,” said Robbie nastily. “I’ve been timing your visits to the bathroom – I’m sure my uncle would love to know just how much of your day you’re spending in there.”

Sabrina ground her teeth in annoyance, but said nothing. As the minutes passed, her vagina filled up again with maggots, which then escaped into her panties. Twenty minutes later, she was shuddering with another orgasm. Her panties were filled with maggots and awash with slime, which was also starting to run down the insides of her thighs.

“I need to go home,” she said to Robbie. “I’m feeling like crap.”

“You can’t go!” said Robbie. “We’re short-staffed already, with Cath being off.”

“It’s not up to you,” she snapped. She went over to the telephone and dialled her boss. “Sarah, it’s Sabrina. I’m feeling really unwell – I have to go home. I’m sorry. Yes, I’ll call you later.” She hung up. “I’m leaving,” she said. “After I’ve been to the bathroom.”

She emptied her panties into the toilet again, but did a much more half-hearted job about cleaning out the slime – she knew how hopeless it was. Having emptied her vagina, she flushed, washed her hands, and left the building. As she climbed into her car, she could feel more wriggling inside her. Would this torment never end?

Back at home, she ran herself a bath, and attempted to flush out of herself every maggot inside her. At first she attempted to collect them in a little plastic bowl, but they soon climbed out, so she gave up and simply left them alone to swim to the vertical wall of the tub, climb up, and disappear over the top. She was almost beyond caring what happened to them. She kept hoping that each maggot that appeared would be the last, but every half-minute or so, another would emerge with disheartening predictability. By the time her pruny fingers were telling her it was time to get out, they were still coming out of her womb. Moreover, their secretions were somehow slowly turning the water in the tub to slime. Disgusted, Sabrina got to her feet, with strands and sheets of slime hanging from her arms, legs, buttocks and breasts. Wiping it off with her hands was ineffectual – fortunately, however, piping hot water from the shower head seemed to dissolve it to a certain extent.

Cleaning herself up was one thing; cleaning the bath was quite another. It took her nearly two hours to remove the last traces of slime from the bottom of the tub – she eventually had to use boiling water from the kettle to get it all down the plughole. By this time, of course, her legs were slimed from her pussy to her feet as a result of new maggots crawling out of her. She cleaned herself again, and the floor, and put some fresh panties on. It was not long, of course, before these were filled with maggots and slime.

It was an exhausting day. By the time Keith arrived home, Sabrina had had plenty of time to think about what she would tell him. It was going to be hard to keep him from finding out that something was wrong. So she took her courage in both hands, and told him the truth.

To his credit, he listened, albeit with wide and incredulous eyes, until she had finished. Then he got up and paced the room for a minute or so. “I suppose you can prove this?” he said.

Sabrina reluctantly lifted the ankle-length skirt she had put on, and pulled out the front of her panties. Keith stared into them with fascination. “Gross!” he said. “But how do I know you didn’t put those there yourself?”

“Easily demonstrated,” said Sabrina reluctantly, “although it won’t be pleasant.” She emptied her panties into the toilet, cleaned herself out, and went back to Keith. “All right,” she said. “I’m only letting you do this because I want you to believe me.” She pursed her lips, then added, “Put your fingers inside me, and feel around.”

Keith, his trousers bulging at the crotch, slid two fingers up into her vagina. He felt around … and found something. “I’ve got one,” he said.

“Pull it out,” said Sabrina.

He did so, and then slid his fingers back in at her instruction. “Nothing else that I can feel,” he said.

“Just wait,” she told him.

A moment later, Keith’s eyes lit up. “I feel another one!” he said.

“If you wait long enough,” said Sabrina, “you’ll feel plenty more. There seems to be an infinite supply.”

“How awful for you!” said Keith sympathetically, although his wide eyes seemed ambivalent. Then he frowned. “So … does this mean you really did have sex with that guy last night?”

“I don’t know!” wailed Sabrina. “If I did, then I’m truly, deeply, terribly sorry, Keith. It was like I was under a spell – I couldn’t stop him.”

“But you tried?” asked Keith, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy.

“Well … not as such,” she confessed, as she pulled her panties back up. “Like I said, it was as if I was under a spell – or drugged or something. But how could it have really happened? The alarm was set!”

Keith sighed and scratched at the back of his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I hate to say it, but I can think of only two possible explanations. One of them is so bizarre and fantastically unlikely that I would dismiss it out of hand … if it were not for the fact that the other explanation contradicts everything I believe about the universe.”

Sabrina was intrigued. “What are they?”

“The first one is that someone broke in last night, having cracked our security system. That part is not so incredibly unlikely – it’s really quite possible, in fact. But here’s the unlikely part: he then came upstairs, drugged or hypnotized you, and filled your womb with maggots, or perhaps eggs which were about to hatch into maggots. But why? It makes no sense. And how would the maggots even breathe inside you? It’s so ridiculously far-fetched.”

“And the second one?”

“The second one is that your dream lover was some kind of supernatural being, with the power to impregnate you with maggots, and exert some kind of mental control over you. But that is, of course, impossible.”

“It doesn’t sound so impossible now,” said Sabrina. “Not after what’s happened to me today. And Keith – he really was impossibly good-looking. Nobody human could look so … perfect.”

“Hmm,” said Keith, looking slightly annoyed. “Yes, and I gather he was a perfect lover, too. Well I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Perhaps if he comes to you again, you’ll think twice before letting him have his way with you.”

“I’ll try!” said Sabrina uncomfortably. “But in the cold light of day, I couldn’t imagine ever letting any man, other than you, do that to me. Yet last night I seemed powerless to resist…”

“Then wake me up!” said Keith impatiently. “And I’ll resist him for you.” Then he grew thoughtful. “I wonder if I’ll even be able to see him, though.” He shook himself. “What am I saying? There are no supernatural beings! I’m a rational scientist, damnit!”

“Then how do you explain this?” demanded Sabrina.

“I don’t know,” said Keith, “but I’m damn well going to figure it out. Tonight, we’re recording you as you sleep.”

“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?” asked Sabrina.

Keith sighed. “We probably should,” he said, “but I worry about what they would do. I guarantee they’ve never come across anything like this. They might put you through all sorts of unpleasantness – and for all we know, this might clear up on its own within a few hours.”

“Let’s hope so,” said Sabrina fervently.

And indeed, at about nine-thirty that evening, after Sabrina had emptied herself out for the umpteenth time and returned to the couch in the sitting room, she suddenly realized she could feel no more wriggling. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. “It’s over!” she cried jubilantly. “There are no more maggots inside me!”

“Thank God!” said Keith, relieved. Then he added hastily, “Who I don’t believe in.”

Sabrina had her second bath of the day, and this time it remained both maggot-free and slime-free. She sighed happily, glad the ordeal was over.

Before going to bed, Keith set up the video camera to point at Sabrina’s side of the bed, with the feed hooked up to a DVR, then he started recording. Leaving Sabrina’s bedside light on, they both climbed into bed and, after a short while, fell asleep.

Waking up suddenly, hours later, Sabrina felt her heart flutter as she saw the gently smiling face of her impossibly handsome lover of the night before. “Who are you?” she asked in tones of wonder.

“My name is Suledrom,” said the man, coming to her side. He reached under the covers and began unbuttoning her nightdress. “But you may call me Sul. Take off your rings.”

Reluctantly, yet excited at the prospect of making love again with this extraordinary being, Sabrina took off her rings and placed them on her bedside table. She allowed him to remove her nightdress and panties, and spread her legs wide for him as he climbed on top of her.

But this time he pushed her knees farther back, either side of her chest, and the slimy head of his thick penis pushed smoothly into her anus. She gasped and prepared to wince – she and Keith had unsuccessfully and painfully tried anal sex a couple of times – but before she knew it, Sul’s erection was buried all the way inside her rectum. There was no pain, no discomfort – simply a smooth and well-lubricated penetration with no resistance at all. She had barely even felt her anus expand to accommodate him.

“Why did you impregnate me with maggots?” she asked him.

He silenced her with a kiss … but she was more than happy about that. She kissed him back hungrily, loving his taste, eager to mingle his saliva with hers, and wrap her tongue around his. As she felt him thrust inside her rectum, she marvelled at how wonderful it felt – she was not supposed to have any pleasure centres up there, yet already she could feel herself building towards a stellar orgasm.

Her body bucked as she climaxed, but this was merely the first of many. For almost an hour he kissed, caressed and fondled her, while slamming his penis in and out of her rectal passage. She was in heaven – orgasm after orgasm shook her body, until she was so weak that she could only lie there limply while he pumped her bowels full of his seminal fluid.

“Oh yes, thank you, thank you,” she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling happily. She felt him pull out, and when she opened her eyes again, he was gone. A sense of loss came over her, and tears ran down from her eyes – she so badly wanted him to come back and make love to her some more.

But then she felt a stab of guilt – how could she have betrayed her husband so easily … again? Why was she still stroking her pussy, longing for Sul’s touch, when it was her husband that she loved? Troubled by these thoughts, she fell into a fitful sleep.

Her alarm woke her up. Keith was looking down at her with a disapproving frown. “I assume he came to you again last night?” he asked.

She realised she was naked. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed, covering herself up. “Yes – yes, he did.” She turned away from him, ashamed.

Keith sighed. “Well, let’s see what the video has to show us.”

Sabrina dressed herself, then trotted downstairs to where Keith was hooking up the DVR to the television in the sitting room. He started flicking through the footage, while she went to get some breakfast.

“Aha!” she heard him say.

She hurried through to the next room. “It recorded?”

“Well you appear to be having some sort of dream,” said Keith. “Let’s see what happens.”

Sabrina watched her sleeping form on the screen, writhing and moaning in the throes of some vivid dream. Then she gasped as she saw herself pulling her rings off her finger and place them on her bedside table. “That happened while he was there!” she said. “The camcorder didn’t record him!”

“Shh,” said Keith, watching keenly.

The sleeping Sabrina’s writhing continued, and as the covers slowly got pushed back off her body, so her nightdress, which was apparently unbuttoned at the front, gradually worked itself off her body. Then (though it was not clear how) her panties descended in stages from her hips to her ankles, before coming off entirely.

Sabrina, embarrassed, watched as herself spread her legs wide apart and pull her knees back either side of her chest. Her pussy was fully exposed to the camcorder, but her anus was in shadow and it was hard to tell whether it was actually open or not. On the screen, the sleeping Sabrina gasped and moaned with pleasure, her excitement obviously building until, five minutes later, she climaxed with a shudder and a long sigh of pleasure. Yet still her writhing continued, and eventually Keith hit the fast-forward button. The picture speeded up, turning Sabrina’s movements into rapid jerks this way and that.

And so it continued, through nearly an hour of footage. Finally Sabrina’s legs straightened out suddenly, and Keith hit the play button. With a happy smile, Sabrina gently turned her head to one side, and started to breathe more steadily.

“Well,” said Keith, “I’ll check the rest of the recording, but I’m guessing that was your encounter. It seems clear to me that you were asleep, and dreaming.”

“But that doesn’t explain the maggots!” said Sabrina. “If I was dreaming the night before last, where did the maggots come from?”

Keith shrugged. “I have no idea,” he said. “But I don’t think we should take you to the hospital or anything. They’ll just think you’re crazy.”

Sabrina sighed. “Well, what if something happens today? What if maggots start coming out of my bottom?”

“I don’t know,” said Keith, “but if we take you to the hospital, they’re just going to think you put them up there yourself.”

“Oh,” said Sabrina. “I suppose they would. Well perhaps nothing will happen today.”

After breakfast, she got ready for work, and then drove to the bank. As she got out of her car, she felt a tickling sensation inside her anus. “Uh-oh,” she murmured. But she went in and took her place behind the counter.

The speed at which the tickling became an intense writhing, coupled with a mounting pressure against her anal sphincter, was quite alarming. She had not been attending to customers for ten minutes before the first creature wriggled through her anus and into her panties. She finished serving her customer, then excused herself and hurried to the bathroom. Two more creatures had by now left her rectum and were squirming between her buttocks. Strangely, they did not feel the same as the maggots had.

Inside the bathroom, she pulled down her panties to see what the creatures were. With a shudder of revulsion, she found herself looking at three slimy, wriggling worms, each as long as a pencil but about half as thick, dark red in colour, and tapering to points at both ends. She had a sudden urge to kill them, hideous things that they were, and she emptied her panties not into the toilet but on to the floor. Then she stamped on one of them.

The worm kept wriggling. Unnerved, she stamped on it again. Still it kept wriggling. Disgusted, she picked it up in her fingers and attempted to pull it apart. It stretched taut, but it was immensely tough, and she could not break it. She tried using her fingernails, sandwiching the worm between her nail and the wall beside her. Its body yielded slightly under the pressure, but she could not sever it. Shivering, she dropped it into the toilet bowl, and then did the same with the others. They instantly swam to the edge of the water and started to wriggle upwards like tiny snakes, quickly disappearing beneath the rim. Great, she thought – another set of creepy-crawlies to surprise some unsuspecting employee.

She pulled another worm from between her buttocks, and dropped it after the others, flushing immediately. For a moment she thought she might have succeeded in sending it around the bend, but as the rushing water calmed down, she saw the worm’s red body snaking up the ceramic.

Back at her place behind the counter, she attempted to get on with her job, but more worms were leaving her rectum every few seconds, and they were crawling everywhere inside her panties. She even felt a couple enter her vagina. Also, the pressure in her rectum was becoming more intense, and soon she knew she would have to go to the toilet. As she got down from her stool, she clutched her abdomen and winced as the pressure suddenly became unbearable. With a gasp, she let her anus open up, but for a moment nothing came out. The pressure was agonising! She pushed hard, and her anus widened still further. Then, with a sudden rush, a tangled mass of worms burst out of her rectum and descended into the back of her panties. This eased the pressure, but not by much, and with her anus held wide open by a thick column of writhing worm bodies, she was compelled to keep pushing. The rope of intertwined worms slithered out into her panties, causing them to bulge and sag downwards.

Waddling towards the toilet, Sabrina ignored the disgusted mutterings of Robbie on the next stool, and kept pushing worms out as she went. She had not yet reached the door of the ladies’ bathroom when, with a quiet splat, a few of the worms fell out of her panties and on to the floor. Immediately they started wriggling off in different directions. Sabrina stooped down to pick them up, and there was another splat behind her as more worms fell out. She glanced back fearfully, but fortunately she was out of sight of any of her colleagues.

She hesitated, wondering whether to leave the worms on the floor while she emptied the rest out into the toilet. But what if someone else came down the corridor in the meantime? Hurriedly she picked up the worms in front of her, then she turned around and started picking up the rest. But they were slipping through her fingers, and a new pressure was building inside her rectum. Desperately she tried to grab the last couple, but then three more wriggled out of her hands and fell on the floor. She scooped these up, then stood up straight.

A crippling cramp made her double over in pain. Relaxing her anus, she pushed hard to relieve the pressure. Nothing came out for a moment – the worms just inside her anus had been compressed together into a ball of huge girth. Gritting her teeth, she pushed harder and harder, until her anus widened to a truly eye-watering diameter … whereupon the squirming mass popped out into her panties, followed by a long rope of worm bodies bunched together. Sabrina panted and moaned with intense relief, hardly caring that her panties, bulging out on all sides, soon overflowed and started spilling worms all over the floor around her feet.

Now that her sphincter was dilated to a mere inch or so, the sensation of the slimy worms sliding through her anus was almost pleasurable, reminding her of the gentle arse-fucking she had received from Sul the night before. She smiled and closed her eyes, imagining that he was here now, with his penis up her rectum. Then she came to her senses. That bastard! He had filled her bowels with worms! Her smile turning to a frown, she pushed hard in an attempt to get rid of every worm still inside her.

Several more feet of entwined worms slithered out of her rectum, forcing most of the worms already in her panties to spill out on to the floor. There was now a huge pile between her feet, settling and spreading as the worms crawled hither and thither. Many were making their way back up her legs. With a final push, Sabrina all but emptied her rectum, and she sighed with relief as the pressure abated. Exhausted, she sank to her knees and started trying to pick up handfuls of worms. But it was hopeless – they were too slippery and elusive. Abandoning them, she hurried into the bathroom and locked the door. As she pulled her panties down, she realised that she could feel a steady traffic of worms entering her vagina.

Horrified, she pulled down her panties and pulled out of her vagina as many worms as she could. From the squirming feeling deeper within her, however, she feared that some had already made it into her womb. She shuddered at the thought, but knew she could do nothing about it. And there were more pressing matters to attend to, such as the worms caught between her buttocks that were squirming their way quickly towards her vagina.

Removing all the worms that she could find attached to her, she dropped them into the toilet. Then she dumped on top of them all the worms still in her panties. Flushing away those that had not already clung to the sides of the toilet bowl, she left the bathroom and almost slipped on the pile of worms outside the door, which was still sizeable despite some of the worms having crawled away out of sight.

Not having anywhere else to put them, Sabrina started scooping handfuls of the worms into the front and back of her panties. As the pile grew smaller and more diffuse, she had more and more difficulty picking up more than one at a time. Eventually she was reduced to picking them up one by one and dropping them into her panties. By the time she had got all of the worms that she could see, a large number had entered her vagina. Already they were squirming against her g-spot, and she closed her eyes, savouring the sensation. Gradually, however, it diminished, and then stopped entirely. The wriggling feeling had moved inwards, and she realised that the worms in her vagina had now passed through her cervix into her womb.

Torn between disgust and horniness, Sabrina hesitated for a moment. Then she started caressing her breasts idly and gyrating her hips, enjoying the pleasurable sensations emanating from inside her vagina. For ten minutes or more she was in heaven … and then the stimulation subsided, and with a sense of disappointment she realized that her panties were empty, and all of the worms had now passed into her womb.

As she returned to the counter, her rectum was feeling full again. She knew she could not go back to the bathroom, however, so she relaxed her anus, gently pushed … and a whole new mass of writhing worms slid slowly into the back of her panties. It was not long before they started finding her vaginal opening, and soon she was squirming on her stool as the worms wriggled against her g-spot.

An hour later, her womb was so full of worms that her abdomen was bulging significantly. Her waistband was so tight that she had to unhook the clasp and lower the zip by a couple of inches. If she grew any more, she would not be able to keep her skirt on.

“I have to go,” she said to Robbie. “I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have come in. I’m still not well.”

He tried to object, but she hurried past him and left the building. In the car, she pushed out another large mass of worms into her panties, sighing with pleasure as she did so. As she drove home, she savoured the sensations of the worms crawling inside her vagina and thence into her womb.

At home, she stripped off all of her clothes except for her panties, then she climbed into bed, relaxed her anus, and pushed out yet more worms…

That evening, when Keith returned home, he was surprised to find Sabrina lying asleep in bed. Then he noticed the bulge, and pulled back the covers. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed.

Sabrina woke up with a start. “What?” she said. Then she noticed her abdomen. “Oh!”

She looked nine months pregnant – at least. Seeing her husband’s expression of shock and disgust, Sabrina started to cry. “They came out of my bottom,” she sobbed, “and went into my vagina.”

“What did?” asked Keith, horror-struck.

“Worms! Thousands of horrible red worms! Look!” She pulled down her panties, spread her legs, then pushed hard. After a moment in which her anus dilated to two inches or so, a column of tangled worms splurged out of her rectum and piled up between her legs.

“Yuck!” cried Keith. “That does it – we’re getting you to the hospital.”

Tearfully, Sabrina nodded. Then she winced. “Wait,” she said. “Something’s happening.”

Keith pulled handfuls of worms away from Sabrina’s pussy, while she spread her legs as wide as possible and started straining. More worms poured out of her anus, and her vagina began to dilate as something new began to emerge from it. Keith recoiled as a long, thick, red worm slithered out of his wife’s cunt, waving around and glistening with slime. Two, three, four feet of its body emerged, but there it stopped. Then another worm started slithering out, waving around like the first. Then a third came out, and then a fourth. By now, Sabrina’s vaginal opening was stretched to a very uncomfortable size.

“Oww!” she wailed. “Pull them out, Keith! It hurts!”

Keith grabbed hold of one of the worms and pulled. But it was slimy, and slipped out of his hands. He tried again, but this time it waved around wildly, trying to escape. Grimly, Keith grabbed hold of it just in front of his wife’s pussy, and he twisted his wrist to wrap the worm around his hand. Then he pulled hard.

Sabrina screamed. A huge slimy blob of red flesh popped out of her vagina, briefly stretching it to an agonizing degree. The larger ‘worms’ were now revealed to be tentacles of some octopus-like creature, but with the two tentacles that slithered out after the blob-shaped body, it seemed only to have six in total.

“Jesus!” Keith exclaimed, as he dropped the slimy creature on to the floor. Instantly it threw out a couple of tentacles and pulled itself underneath the bed. Keith hurried downstairs and fetched a knife from the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom, he was dismayed to see two more long tentacles protruding from Sabrina’s vagina.

“It went back in?” he asked in dismay.

“No – this is another one!” cried Sabrina.

Keith grabbed hold of one of the tentacles, and looped it around his hand as before. Sabrina winced and screwed up her eyes in pain as he pulled, and she yelped as the blobby body popped free. Dragging the creature to the foot of the bed, Keith stabbed it with the knife.

The creature’s flesh yielded, but did not break. Keith stabbed it again, with the same result. Then he tried sawing at it with the serrated blade, but all he managed to cut through was the slime that coated the creature’s body. In the meantime, it apparently sensed his hostile intent, because it wrapped one tentacle around his neck and began to constrict. Gasping, Keith dropped the knife and hastily uncoiled the tentacle that was strangling him. As he threw the creature to the floor, it lashed out a tentacle, found the leg of the bed, and pulled itself into hiding after its brother.

Now Sabrina was giving birth to another creature. Three of its tentacles were already outside, and wrapping themselves around her thighs. Sabrina strained hard, clenching her eyes tightly shut, and then she gasped as the third hexapus’s body slithered out on to the sheet between her thighs. The rest of the tentacles quickly followed.

Keith took out his mobile phone and dialled. “Ambulance please,” he said. After a moment, he said, “Yes, I need an ambulance please – I just came home and found my wife lying on the floor and moaning in pain. She looks really awful – please come quickly. Oh – it’s 46 Barringer Road, Carshalton. Thank you.”

He continued to answer questions put to him by the operator, but did not give any details of what was really happening. When he finally hung up, Sabrina panted, “Why did you tell them all that?”

“You think they’d have come if I’d told them the truth?” asked Keith.

Forty-five minutes later, Sabrina had given birth to nine of the creatures in total, and her belly looked a lot smaller. Then the doorbell rang, and Keith answered it. Moments later, he led a man and a woman into the bedroom.

“Sorry we took so long,” the man was saying. “Had a bit of trouble finding your house. Christ almighty!” He stared at the hexapus whose last tentacle was just now slithering out of Sabrina’s vagina. “What the hell is that thing?”

“I have no idea,” said Keith, “but Sabrina’s been giving birth to them for the past hour. I came home and found her looking heavily pregnant.”

The woman was staring in horror. “This is a little … outside our experience, John,” she said.

John nodded. “Yes it is. We should get the lady to the hospital and let the doctors figure it out. Do you think you can walk, Mrs Marsden?”

“I think so.” Sabrina began to get up from the bed, but instantly several tentacles lashed out from beneath and behind the bed. They wrapped themselves around her wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, and pinned her back down against the pillows.

“Uh-oh,” said Keith. “Listen, those things are incredibly tough – a kitchen knife won’t cut them. Maybe you could try a scalpel?”

John hesitated, then nodded. A moment later he was attempting to cut into one of the tentacles. His efforts were in vain, but not without result. “Help me Caroline!” he gasped as two tentacles encircled his neck and began to squeeze. His partner jumped forward to help, and between them, they managed to remove the tentacles.

“Sorry – should have warned you about that,” said Keith. “They don’t like being attacked.”

“Let’s just try to free her and get her out of here,” said Caroline.

But removing the tentacles from Sabrina was hard work, and whenever they managed to free her of one, more emerged from beneath the bed to take its place. After ten minutes of fruitless effort, John and Caroline stood back, panting. “This is no good,” said John. “We need reinforcements.”

“Woah – what’s happening now?” asked Caroline.

The tentacles holding Sabrina’s legs were retracting beneath the bed, and pulling her legs wider and wider apart. Then another tentacle appeared, but this was thicker than the others, and had a bulbous head that was dripping yellow slime from an orifice at the tip. It was heading straight for Sabrina’s pussy.

“No!” wailed Sabrina. “Don’t let it inside me! It’ll impregnate me with something horrible!”

John and Caroline jumped forward and grabbed the tentacle. But several more tentacles lashed out and grabbed both paramedics by the arms. John was flung clear across the room, where he landed badly and cried out as his back connected with the corner of the chest of drawers. Meanwhile, tentacles were pulling on various parts of Caroline’s shirt, ripping it open and pulling it off her shoulders. She fought vigorously and yelled for help, but Keith was more concerned with his wife. He tried to grab the tentacle with the bulbous head, but he was merely attacked by others and flung to one side.

Sabrina screamed with pain as the tentacle forced itself into her vagina. It began fucking her with rapid strokes, and she struggled violently, but to no avail. Her eyes widened as she saw another tentacle, smaller but also sporting a bulbous tip, heading between her legs. Even before it touched her, she knew where it was heading, and sure enough, her anus was soon being forced open. “Keith!” she cried plaintively. “Help me!”

Caroline, meanwhile, was struggling against seven or eight tentacles that held her arms and legs pinned. She screamed in fright as she felt another tentacle slither up the leg of her trousers, and work its way into her panties. Then she gasped as it thrust itself into her vagina. “John!” she yelled. “Get these fucking things off me!”

John painfully got to his feet, rubbing his back. He charged at Caroline, and his momentum carried them both backwards through the bedroom door, which he then attempted to slam shut. It bounced off the rubbery tentacles, but when he slammed it again, harder, the tentacles were actually squished thin enough for the door to close and latch.

One by one, he wrested the tentacles off his partner, and they retreated back into the bedroom. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” panted Caroline. “They squirted something inside me – into both my vagina and my rectum. I don’t know what the consequences of that will be, but I think you’d better get me back to the hospital.”

John nodded. “We’ll send reinforcements to help these two – not much more we can do ourselves.” He raised his voice. “Mr and Mrs Marsden? We have to leave now, I’m afraid. But we’ll send help!”

Inside the bedroom, Keith heard John’s words, but with a tentacle wrapped around his throat he was in no position to respond. A minute later, he managed free himself, and he retreated to the other side of the room.

Sabrina continued to struggle vainly on the bed. Tentacles were thrusting in and out of both her vagina and her anus, but she was powerless to stop them, and soon the sensations that they created within her began to grow more pleasurable, and her struggles became more half-hearted.

Keith watched his wife’s rape in despair. Thinking desperately, he quickly came to the conclusion that he needed a weapon. Something powerful, like … a chainsaw! Yes, a chainsaw would be useful at this point. If only he had one…

“I’m going to B&Q,” he said, “to buy a chainsaw. It’s the only thing I can think of that might have a chance against those tentacles.”

“All right,” gasped Sabrina, “but quickly!”

As she watched her husband leave the room, she felt warm liquid squirting deep into her womb. Seconds later, more warmth flooded her bowels. The tip of another tentacle tried to force its way between her lips into her mouth, but she resisted. As she turned her head, she saw a ridge of purple, pulsating flesh creeping over the side of the bed and across the sheet towards her. Not knowing what this new horror meant, she struggled wildly. But she was held fast.

Forty minutes later, Keith was on his way home with a brand new chainsaw. His heart leaped into his mouth as he speeded past a police car at twenty miles per hour over the speed limit, but fortunately the police car was empty. He forced himself to calm down, and slow down, though he dreaded to think what was happening to Sabrina.

He pulled up alongside the curb outside his house, and dashed up the path to his front door, clutching the bag containing the chainsaw. Then he stopped, puzzled, staring at the numbers next to the door. 48. This was his neighbour’s house. “I’m losing my mind,” he muttered, shaking his head as he ran back down the path and turned right. He ran up the next path, and again stopped in puzzlement in front of the door. This was number 44. “What the hell?” he said.

He returned to the curb, turned around, and looked at the houses in front of him. As part of a terrace, they were superficially very similar. There was number 48, and there was number 44 … and there was number 46 – his own house – right between the others. And there was his front gate, and there was his front path…

Hesitantly, he approached the open gate in front of his house. Pausing between the gateposts, he looked again at the number on the door at the other end of the path. Number 44. He cursed. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed.

“Language, young man,” said a passing little old lady.

“Sorry Mrs Armstrong,” said Keith. “I just seem to be having trouble getting to my front door.”

She tutted as she went on her way, muttering about drinking too much. Keith ignored her and took a couple of steps backward. With his eyes fixed firmly on the number 46, he advanced towards the gate in front of that door. He stopped between the posts. Ahead of him, at the other end of the path, was his own front door, with the number 46 next to it. He glanced down, to make sure of the path between him and the door. He glanced up. Number 44.

He swore and stamped his feet. He went back to the pavement. He fixed his eyes on the number 46. He advanced towards it, guiding himself through the gate using only his peripheral vision. Number 46, number 46, number 46… He fished in his pocket for his keys. Pulling them out slowly, he felt for his front door key and, with the other hand, felt for the lock. Still with his eyes on the number 46, he managed to unlock the door, and with a sigh of relief he stepped through.

Running upstairs, he burst into the bedroom, hoping Sabrina was okay. His jaw dropped. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed.

Only the lower half of the bed was visible. The rest was covered in a glistening, pulsating mass of purple, red and pink flesh, from which tentacles of all sizes were extending and retracting. In the midst of this was Sabrina, her hands already mired in the disgusting tissue. Short tentacles, emerging from the flesh between her legs, were pistoning in and out of her vagina and anus, and she looked heavily pregnant.

“Help me, Keith!” Sabrina pleaded.

“I will!” Keith assured her. “Just let me get this thing assembled. Wow, is it me or is it warm in here?”

It took him ten minutes to put the chainsaw together. He plugged it in, tested it, and nodded with satisfaction. Unplugging it, he carried it through to the bedroom and plugged it into a socket on the wall opposite the bed. Starting it up, he advanced determinedly towards the bed. Grabbing one of the tentacles, he wrapped it around his wrist and then pulled it taut. Pressing the blade of the chainsaw against the tentacle, he applied all of his strength. For a few seconds nothing happened – the tentacle was unmarked. Then, suddenly, a split appeared, and Keith was holding in his hand a wriggling piece of tentacle.

“It worked!” he cried jubilantly. “Uh-oh.”

Several other tentacles now lashed out at him, trying to grab his arms. He thrashed the chainsaw wildly about, and retreated away from the bed. He was tripped by a tentacle that wrapped itself around his ankle, but when he attacked it with the chainsaw, it let him go. He stood up and backed away out of reach of the tentacles. Sweating profusely, he took off his shirt and flapped his t-shirt to cool himself.

“I can’t deal with them all on my own,” he said breathlessly. “I’m going to call some friends over.”

“And tell them what?” asked Sabrina. She winced as a contraction hit, and started straining.

“I’ll ask them to trust me,” said Keith with a shrug. He pulled out his mobile phone, then frowned as he read the words ‘Out of Service’. “Damn,” he said. “It says I’m out of service. I’ve never been out of service here before. I’ll try the other phone.” He started towards his bedside table.

“Use the one in the kitchen,” said Sabrina. “They might try to stop you from using this one.”

Keith nodded, and hurried from the room. Downstairs, he tried the phone, but it was silent, with no dial tone. Frustrated, he ran back upstairs. “No dial tone!” he said. “These buggers have cut us off somehow!”

Sabrina was pushing hard, and could not answer. As Keith watched in mounting astonishment, her vagina dilated to two inches, then three … then three and a half … and a round, smooth, pale yellow object slid slowly out of her. With a groan of pain, Sabrina gave another push, and her vaginal opening reached four inches in diameter. Then the object popped out, and Keith was disgusted to see that it was an egg.

“Ugh, get rid of it!” said Sabrina, staring at it in horror. Then she winced, and started to push again.

Keith started forward, but half a dozen tentacles lashed out in his direction, and he jumped back. “I don’t think the tentacles are going to let me get near enough to grab it!” he said.

Sabrina clenched her eyes, pushed hard, and popped out another egg. The first one was beginning to split open. Keith watched, fascinated and horrified, as a brown, slimy, slightly wrinkled body began to push through the gap. It soon became apparent that the creature was some kind of huge slug, some fifteen inches in length. A few tiny tentacles waved from its bulbous head area.

“All right,” said Keith, “I’m going to go and see if I can use my phone outside the house. Once I can get a bunch of people over here, all with chainsaws, we’ll make short work of those tentacles. I promise.”

“O…kay!” grunted Sabrina, as she laid a third egg. Keith now noticed that her belly was not only huge, but lumpy – he guessed that there must be at least a dozen eggs inside her. Maybe two dozen. He ran back downstairs.

Outside, the first things Keith saw were two ambulances, and about seven paramedics, all looking puzzled. They looked surprised to see him, as if he had sprung from nowhere. “Thank God you’ve come!” he cried. He noticed John, and hurried over to him. “I bought a chainsaw from B&Q, and it worked! Sliced right through one of those tentacles – with a little effort.”

“Oh! Good!” said John. “But how the hell do we get to your house? We’ve been trying for the past ten minutes.”

Keith looked back at his front door. “Yes, I don’t know what the hell’s going on,” he said. “But there’s a trick to it. You just need to keep your eyes on the number 46. Listen, I’m going to call some of my friends and get them to buy more chainsaws. The more people and weaponry we throw at these monsters, the more chance we’ll have of killing them all.”

“Should we wait, then?” asked John.

“No – you get your people in there. Best they get to know what they’re dealing with.” He dialled his friend Brian. “Brian? Hello! Yes. Listen mate, I need your help. It’s very urgent. Thanks – but make sure you stop at B&Q on your way here. I need you to pick up a chainsaw. Yes, a chainsaw. Never mind what for – just trust me, please. I’ll reimburse you for it. Oh, and get a petrol-driven one, and, obviously, fill it up on your way here. No, I can’t – I’ll explain when you get here. Please? Okay, cool. Thanks mate. See you soon.”

The next few minutes were rather surreal. As he called a few other friends, Keith watched the paramedics walk up his garden path several times, only to realize, when they reached his front door, that he was actually looking at the front door of one of his neighbours. Eventually, frustrated at their lack of success, he put his phone away and decided to lead them up the garden path himself.

He stared at the number 46. He advanced towards it. Halfway there, he blinked – and now he was looking at the number 48. “Damn!” he said. “Okay – back to the pavement.”

He tried again. 46 … 46 … 46 … 46 … okay, he was at his front door, and there was the number 46. He pulled out his key and felt for the lock. So far so good. Then, his eyes smarting, he blinked again. Now the number was 44. “Fuck!” he yelled.

Finally, on the eleventh attempt, he got the door open, and there was his front hall, with that awful green carpet on the stairs leading up to the next floor. He shuddered to see a couple of dark brown bugs, resembling huge cockroaches, scuttling off towards the kitchen. Looking up the stairs, he shuddered to see purple flesh creeping along the wall into view from the direction of the bedroom.

He turned around to the men behind him, but frowned when he saw that they were not there. Looking next door, he saw them standing confused on his neighbour’s path. “Come on!” he said impatiently. “You have to try not to blink. Just keep your eyes on me until you grab my arm.”

This strategy worked, after a few attempts. Soon Keith was at the head of a line of paramedics, all holding hands and feeling rather foolish. He led them inside, and up the stairs. Entering the bedroom, he was startled by how hot the air felt – he began to sweat almost instantly. He was also startled to see that the bed was nowhere to be seen, although the shape of its lower end was apparent beneath a thick layer of pink, red and purple flesh. The upper half of the bed, however, was deeply buried, as was that entire side of the room.

Sabrina was now several feet above the hidden surface of the bed, reclining in a shallow cradle of flesh, and angled at roughly forty-five degrees to the horizontal, with her arms buried up to the elbows. Her legs were still spread wide apart, and her feet were also buried. Her skin was glistening with sweat. A thick tentacle was thrusting in and out of her anus, and she was in the process of giving birth to some kind of horrible, slimy, black, rodent-like animal – except instead of fur it had soft, overlapping scales, and it appeared to have no teeth. When it finally slithered out, accompanied by a rush of dark brown slime, Keith could see that its tail was short and stubby.

“Jesus!” exclaimed one of the paramedics. He turned and fled.

“Wait! Stop!” Keith cried desperately to the retreating men and women. “You have to help us! Please!”

“That’s just not right!” said one of the women. “It’s not natural! What can we do against something like that?”

“Nothing, that’s what!” said a sick-looking man. “Man, you don’t need paramedics for this – you need the fucking military!”

“Yeah!” said the others, hurrying back down the stairs. “We’re not qualified for this!” “Good luck man – hope you figure out how to deal with that thing.” “Sorry mate – I don’t get paid enough for tackling the supernatural.” “No way – I’m not getting close enough for that thing to rape me too.”

Soon they were all gone, and Keith sat down dejectedly at the top of the stairs. Then it occurred to him that his friends would be arriving soon – hopefully they would prove to be made of sterner stuff. Of course, they would have trouble getting to the house…

He went back outside, leaving his door wide open, and looked around. Nobody there yet. He hurried back inside and was halfway up the stairs when he realized this was not his house. “Sorry!” he exclaimed to the middle-aged woman who was staring at him in shock. He ran back out to the pavement.

Brian was just pulling up in his car. He got out, grinning and brandishing a chainsaw. Keith almost hugged him. “Thanks for coming, mate,” he said. “I warn you – you’re in for a bit of a shock. I just had seven paramedics go in there and turn their tails in fright – I’m hoping you’ll be a little braver than them.”

Brian looked askance at Keith. “You been drinkin’, mate?”

Keith shook his head. “There’s major weirdness going on here,” he said, “and it’s got Sabrina. Look – just try going up to my front door. Just try it – I guarantee you won’t make it.”

Brian looked at the garden path nervously. “Why not?”

“Oh don’t worry – nothing will happen to you. Just try it.”

Brian tried, and came back puzzled. He tried again. “Holy fuck!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know!” said Keith.

“So how do we get in?”

“It’s hard,” said Keith, “but possible. I want to wait for the others though – I don’t want to have to do this lots of times. It’s hard enough doing it once.”

Twenty minutes later, all his friends were assembled, and briefed. He led them to the front door … of number 44. He led them again … and again … and again. An hour later, after a supreme effort of unblinking concentration, he stepped through his front door and heaved a sigh of relief. Brian, Derek, Doug, Eric and Roger followed.

“Woah!” said Doug, looking up at the purple flesh which had crept halfway down the stairs.

“That’s part of it,” said Keith. “Part of the organism, whatever it is. We have to kill it somehow – it’s got Sabrina in the bedroom.”

“Right,” said Roger grimly. “Let’s carve up this motherfucker.” He fired up his chainsaw and shoved it into the flesh on the stairs. Blood and bits of purple tissue sprayed everywhere.

“Gross, Roger!” complained Eric.

But Keith was delighted. “That’s the spirit!” he said. “Now let’s get into the bedroom and free Sabrina! Watch out for the tentacles.”

The air in the bedroom was jungle-hot – thick and humid. A forest of long tentacles stood between Keith and Sabrina. He plugged his chainsaw into a socket just beside the door, and started hacking away.

Sabrina was greatly cheered by the sight of Keith and his friends charging in and battling the tentacles, thought she was rather embarrassed to be seen this way. Her anus and vagina were so tired of being stretched and raped, stretched and raped. Her breasts were sore, having been constantly caressed and kneaded by a couple of tentacles that had emerged from the bloated purple flesh behind her back about twenty minutes ago. Also, she was terribly hungry.

A contraction hit, and she winced. Whatever was she going to give birth to now? This time it was something in her rectum – she strained and strained, and slowly her anal sphincter opened large enough for a round, smooth object to emerge. It rolled down the flesh-mound away from her, and she saw that it was a large white egg. The first of many, no doubt. She strained again, and popped out a second egg.

Chainsaws roared and slashed, hacking through monstrous flesh and tentacles alike, though the tentacles were tougher to slice through than the more static flesh. “This is totally fucked up!” yelled Roger, but he was clearly enjoying himself.

The sheer number of tentacles was presenting a problem, however, and more tentacles were emerging all the time to deal with the new buzzing menace. Twice Keith found his arms pinned, and twice Eric managed to free him. All of them were quickly becoming covered from head to toe with slime and purple goo. Then Roger, having just dispatched three tentacles in quick succession, was thrown hard across the room, where another tentacle caught him and slung him around so that his head connected with the last remaining patch of bare wall. There was a sickening thud, and Roger went limp.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Derek. “Roger!”

Doug fought his way over to Roger’s prone form. “He’s breathing! Just knocked unconscious. Cover me – I’ll get him out of here.” He was grabbed by tentacles several times as he tried to drag Roger to the door, but the others managed to free him each time, and soon Roger was safely downstairs.

“This is no good,” panted Brian. “Are you seeing what’s happening to the tentacles? They’re growing back!”

Keith was dismayed to see that Brian was right. Some of the tentacles he had severed were now sprouting new growth, with pointy tips emerging from oozing stumps. “Doesn’t matter!” he said. “Forget trying to kill the thing – let’s just free Sabrina and get the fuck out of here!”

“Okay!” said Doug. “You go in – we’ll cover you.”

Keith marched grimly towards the bed, thrashing his chainsaw back and forth. “I’m coming, darling!” he said.

Sabrina smiled at him hopefully. Then a tentacle slithered into her mouth without warning and pumped several pints of slimy fluid into her stomach. When it withdrew, she gasped and choked, but she could not help noticing that she no longer felt hungry.

Tentacles wrapped themselves around Keith’s wrists. “Doug!” he said. “Need some help here!”

But Doug was fighting his own battle. “Damn it!” he exclaimed. “They’ve got my chainsaw!”

“I’ll get it!” said Brian, but then he was picked up and hurled through the open doorway. They heard him scream. Then he shouted, “My finger! I just cut my fucking finger off!” He cursed a few times, then said, “Sorry chaps, I need to get to the hospital to get his thing reattached!”

Keith’s chainsaw was pulled out of his hand, and he found himself being picked up and thrown backwards. He collided with Derek, and cried out in pain as Derek’s chainsaw sliced into his upper arm.

“We have to get out of here!” yelled Doug, struggling to free himself from many tentacles.

“No way!” shouted Derek. He jumped up, ran towards Sabrina, and jumped up on to the vast mound of quivering flesh, landing just two feet in front of Sabrina’s spread legs. He sliced at one of the tentacles holding her, but was stopped by half a dozen others. One of them wrested the chainsaw from his grasp, while another began to throttle him.

Sabrina screamed. “Keith, help Derek!” she cried.

Keith ran up the hill of flesh and started grappling with the tentacle around Derek’s neck. By the time he had managed to unwrap it, Derek’s face was turning blue and he was no longer breathing. The tentacles did not interfere as he dragged his friend out of the room. On the landing outside, he administered mouth-to-mouth – he was a qualified first-aider – and was rewarded with a cough from Derek.

Doug staggered out of the bedroom. “Is he okay?”

Keith nodded. Then he swore. “Damn it – this isn’t going at all how I hoped. What the hell are we going to do?”

“Maybe we could poison it or something,” suggested Doug. “Or what about salt?”

“Salt?” inquired Keith.

“Well it works on slugs, doesn’t it?”

“Worth a try, I’d say,” croaked Derek.

Keith shrugged, then he got up and ran down to the kitchen. He found a box of iodised salt and ran back upstairs with it. Entering the bedroom, he opened it up and poured it on to the mound of flesh. Almost immediately, slime started oozing from the salted flesh, dissolving the salt and creating a slimy solution that ran downhill until it reached bare floor.

“No good,” he said to Doug, who was watching over his shoulder.

“You got a reaction, though,” said Doug, “which is good. I’ll bet we can hurt it somehow. Maybe with acid?”

“I don’t have any acid,” said Keith. “What about fire?”

“If you want to risk burning the place down,” said Doug.

“I could at least see how it reacts,” said Keith. “Maybe we can hurt it enough so that it will let Sabrina go.”

He fetched matches, lit one, and tossed it on to the purple flesh. Instantly slime was generated to quench the fire. He sighed. “Any ideas, darling?” he asked his wife.

Sabrina’s arms were now completely buried, as were her legs below the knee. Tentacles were pounding her vagina and anus with alternating thrusts. She looked tired. “I don’t know,” she said. “Acid might work I suppose.”

“But we don’t have any,” said Keith. “And I daren’t leave the house in case I can’t come back.”

“Why don’t I go and get some acid?” suggested Doug. “When I come back, you can throw me a rope and pull me in or something.”

“Not a bad idea!” said Keith, impressed. “As it happens I do have some rope. Although it’s out in the shed…”

“I’ll get the rope,” offered Derek.

Doug nodded. “All right then. I need to get Roger to the hospital anyway. I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, you might try some strong bleach.” He went downstairs, threw Roger over his shoulder, and left the house.

Derek got up and left through the back door. In the shed, he found a coil of rope and brought it back to the house. But the house he found himself entering was not Keith’s. “Crap,” he said to himself. “Keith!”

“Over here!” said Keith, calling from the next garden over.

“Righto,” said Derek, and he climbed over the fence. “Now where are you?”

“Here!” said Keith, calling from the opposite direction. “How the hell did you manage to climb over two fences at once?”

“I didn’t!” said Derek. He peered over the fence, but he could not see Keith. “I can’t see you!”

“I’m right here,” said Keith. “I can see you, but you’re looking past me. What can you see?”

“A back door with a gnome next to it.”

“That’s my neighbour on the other side. Damn! You really can’t see me at all?”

“No!”

Keith sighed. “Okay, let’s see if maybe you can toss me one end of the rope. Turn to your left slightly and point your finger forwards.”

Derek complied.

“A little more to the left … that’s it. Now throw the end of the rope in that exact direction.”

Derek threw the end of the rope. It appeared to him to land in a bush to the left of the garden gnome. “How’s that?” he asked. There was no response. “Keith?” Still no response. “Keith? Are you there?”

“Yes, for the fifth time, yes, I’m here!” said Keith, annoyed. “Can’t you hear me?”

“Keith are you there? I can’t hear you,” said Derek.

“Damn it!” said Keith. He risked sticking his head further out of the doorway. “Derek! Can you hear me now?”

“Keith, I can’t see or hear you any more. Man this is fucked up.”

Keith ran to the cupboard beneath the stairs and fetched a broom. With it he ran back to the door and used it to retrieve the end of the rope, which had fallen short of the doorway. Pulling on it, he dragged a very surprised-looking Derek back into the house.

“Woah!” exclaimed Derek. “That was bizarre!”

“Can you hear and see me now?” inquired Keith.

“Yes, large as life,” said Derek, patting Keith on the shoulder. “That was so weird! It was like the rope was being pulled along the top of the fence into nothingness. I just held on and followed it.”

“Well this is good,” said Keith. “We have rope. Now we just have to go to the front door and wait for Doug to come back.”

And wait they did. Eventually Keith headed back upstairs, leaving Derek to look out for Doug. He found Sabrina giving birth to more large yellow eggs. She looked utterly worn out; her eyes were half-closed. “Don’t leave me, Keith,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I won’t!” he promised her. “We’ll get through this. Doug will be back soon with acid, and maybe that will work on this thing. If not – well, we’ll find another way.”

He advanced cautiously towards the bed, and the tentacles left him alone. He sat down on the hill of flesh next to Sabrina, and put a comforting hand on her thigh. For the next hour he sat with her, talking to her in soothing tones while she endured successive vaginal and anal rapes, and gave birth to multitudes of eggs and assorted slimy creatures. The room was by now heaving with huge slugs, maggots, bugs that looked like cockroaches except that they were soft and slimy, huge scaly rat-creatures (which ate the roach-like bugs), and worms of all shapes and sizes. These strange animals roamed through a forest of waving tentacles, leaving trails of slime across a carpet of purple, red and pink flesh. It was as if some alien ecosystem had set up shop in this little corner of suburbia … and it had all come from inside Sabrina. He gave her thigh a squeeze.

She was dozing, and came to with a start. She smiled when she saw him. “Hi darling,” she said.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “It’s getting late and we haven’t eaten.”

“No, I’m fine,” she said. “You go ahead and eat though.”

He stroked her cheek sadly. “Are you in much pain?”

She shook her head. “Surprisingly not. This slime is a good lubricant. Giving birth hurts – a lot – but fortunately the pain doesn’t seem to last.” She looked around. “Is Doug back yet?”

“I’ll go and check,” said Keith. He trotted downstairs.

Derek was peering intently through the front door.

“Any sign of him?” asked Keith.

“I think this is him now,” said Derek.

Keith watched as a car pulled up, and Doug got out. “Over here!” he yelled.

Doug peered in puzzlement at the house to the left of Keith’s, and then at the house to the right. “Hello?” he said.

“Doug!” shouted Keith and Derek together. “We’re here!”

“Hello?” said Doug again.

“He can’t hear us,” said Derek.

Keith took one end of the rope. “Take the other end out to Doug,” he said. “I’ll reel you back in once you have him.”

Derek nodded. “Good plan,” he said. He took one end of the rope and hurried outside. “Doug!” he called out.

“Woah!” exclaimed Doug, startled. “Where did you spring from? I can’t even see Keith’s house.”

Derek looked back. Number 46 was indeed nowhere to be seen – numbers 44 and 48 were now next door to each other. The rope he was holding extended back to the midpoint between the two front doors, and seemed to vanish into the brickwork at the top of the hedge separating the two gardens. “Here,” he said. “Grab my hand.”

Doug did so, and the two of them slowly followed the rope, walking alongside the hedge. As they reached the brick wall of number 44, suddenly there was the open doorway of number 46, and Keith reaching out a hand to pull them in. “Good job!” he said. “Glad to see you back, Doug. Any luck?”

Doug held up a large bottle marked ‘Hydrochloric Acid – 2M’. “Took me a while to find it,” he said, “but there’s a place in Croydon that sells lab equipment for schools. They said this was the strongest stuff they had, but since it’s used by kids, I imagine it’s not that strong.”

“Still worth a try,” said Keith. He took the bottle and climbed up the hill of purple flesh that now covered the stairs.

“You should probably test it out here first,” suggested Derek.

Keith shook his head. “I don’t want to give the thing any warning,” he said. “This may just buy us a small window of opportunity, and I aim to make the best possible use of it.”

He walked slowly into the bedroom, his feet sinking slightly into the monstrous flesh, and climbed up the mound towards Sabrina. Her eyes widened as she saw the bottle of acid, and she bit her lip. Then she whimpered as a large, pale blue egg started to emerge from her vagina, quickly stretching her to a diameter of just over five inches. She writhed in pain and uttered strangled moans. Then the egg passed through, and she slumped forward a little, sobbing.

Keith broke the seal on the bottle, removed the stopper, and upended it. A torrent of acid poured on to the pulsating flesh in front of him, making a hissing sound as it landed. A tremor beneath him nearly caused him to lose his footing, and little jets of slime began to fountain from unseen pores in the flesh mound. Soon the entire area that he had bathed in acid was awash with slime, and two tentacles grabbed hold of Keith’s arms, while a third wrenched the bottle from his hand.

“That went well,” observed Derek.

Keith sighed and struggled free. “Any other suggestions?”

“Did you try bleach?” asked Doug.

“No,” said Keith, suddenly remembering this plan. He fetched some, and tried it. The results were underwhelming.

Doug looked at his watch. “It’s getting late,” he said. “What do you want to do, Keith?”

Keith shrugged. “You two might as well go home,” he said. “I’ll keep working on the problem.”

“We’re not going to abandon you, Keith!” said Derek. “At least I’m not. I’ll stick with you until we figure this thing out.”

Doug looked troubled. “I need to get home to my wife,” he said. “She’s expecting any day now – I don’t want to leave her alone for too long.”

“Go home, Doug,” said Keith firmly. “Thanks Derek, but at some point you’ll need to go home to your wife, too.”

“I’ll call her and tell her I might be out all night,” said Derek. “No problem – won’t be the first time.”

“Well, if you think that’s okay… Goodnight, Doug.”

“Night Keith,” said Doug, heading downstairs. “Night Derek. Good luck!”

“So,” said Derek. “What now?”

“Now,” said Keith, “we slowly and stealthily go up to Sabrina, and slowly and carefully extract her from this monster.”

“You think that’ll work?” inquired Derek.

“Nope. But I can’t think of anything else right now, and slow movements seem to work better than sudden ones.”

So they tried this strategy, but as soon as they began to pull on Sabrina’s shoulders, tentacles grabbed both of them and hurled them across the room. Fortunately they both landed softly, there being nothing hard remaining in the room that was not buried under the monster’s flesh.

“Fuck,” said Derek. “Short of a grenade, I don’t know what’s going to put a dent in this thing, Keith. It doesn’t seem to have a head or brain, and it quickly heals any damage you do to it.”

“A grenade would probably hurt Sabrina too,” said Keith. “No, what we need is some kind of poison.”

“A pesticide, maybe?” suggested Derek.

“Yes! Or weed-killer. Do you think you could go to Homebase or B&Q and get a selection?”

Derek looked at his watch. “It’s after eleven,” he said. “You think they’ll still be open?”

“I don’t know. Homebase might be twenty-four hours.”

“I’ll try them first. Is there one closer to here than Wimbledon?”

“Not that I know of.”

“All right,” said Derek. “Look for me outside in an hour, and then every half-hour after that. Toss me the rope if I’m there.”

“Will do,” said Keith.

Derek left, and Keith went back to sit with Sabrina while she was being raped by three tentacles at once – two in her anus and one in her vagina. He tried to grab one of them, to pull it out of her, but simply got thrown across the room for his pains. Sabrina forbade him from trying again.

After an hour, he looked outside for Derek, and was pleased to see his friend, though he appeared to be empty-handed. He threw one end of the rope out as far as he could. Derek, however, did not appear to notice it. “Hey Derek!” Keith shouted.

Derek apparently could not hear him. Muttering to himself, Keith pulled the rope back in, coiled it up, and then tossed it out again. This time, Derek seemed to be looking in roughly his direction, but still, somehow, he failed to see the rope. Annoyed, Keith hurried into the kitchen. The floor and lower cupboard units were mostly covered with flesh by now, but the upper cupboards were still untouched, so he fetched a couple of plastic cups that he and Sabrina used when camping. Returning to the front door, he took careful aim, and then hurled one of the cups.

It flew right past Derek’s head, but Derek did not flinch, and he did not notice. “Are you blind, man?” demanded Keith angrily, but deep down he feared a more sinister explanation. He threw the second cup. This one passed straight through Derek’s chest. Keith sank dejectedly to his knees.

“Keith, are you there?” called Derek.

“Yes, yes I’m here!” shouted Keith, getting back to his feet.

“Keith, if you’re there, I’m guessing that the rope trick isn’t working any more,” said Derek. “Of course you might have fallen asleep, or not noticed the time. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.”

“No!” said Keith. “No, you’re not being paranoid!”

“I’m going to try and come to you,” said Derek. If I get close to you, grab me. Or toss me the rope.”

“Good plan!” cried Keith, readying the rope again.

Derek entered through the gate of number 44, and walked down the far side of the hedge separating number 44 from number 46. When he reached the brick wall, he was still fifteen feet away. Keith threw the rope, but it passed right through Derek’s body.

For the next two hours, Derek continually tried and failed to come within grabbing distance of Keith. When he jumped over or barged through the hedge, he miraculously appeared in the garden of number 48. Keith gnashed his teeth in frustration.

Derek eventually got tired of this. “Mate, I give up,” he said. “I’m going to call the police and see if they can figure something out. At the risk of sounding crazy, I’m going to tell them everything – well, nearly everything. But don’t worry – not until I get them here.”

Keith wished he could hug Derek for his dogged persistence. “Good for you, mate!” he said. “Thanks!”

Ten minutes later, a police car arrived. “This is going to sound crazy,” said Derek to the two male officers who got out of the car, “but my friend’s entire house has gone missing.”

“Oh yes, sir?” said one of the policemen, folding his arms.

“I told you it sounds crazy,” said Derek. “But it can be easily demonstrated. My friend lives at number 46 Barringer Road. Has for years. You can call in to your station, look him up in the phone book, whatever you want. His name’s Keith Marsden. Until this evening, his house used to be between that one there, number 44, and that one there, number 48. Ask his neighbours if you like – they know him, I’m sure.”

“There is no number 46,” said the policeman, looking from number 44 to number 48.

“There isn’t now,” said Derek. “But there was, and there should be. Just ask his neighbours – please. Or check the council’s street plans.”

“Do you realise it’s an offence to waste police time, sir?” asked the other policeman.

“I do, officer, and I’m not making this wild claim lightly, I assure you. Please just check it out. If I’m lying, and through some quirk of town planning there has never been a number 46 here, you’ll soon find that out, and by all means at that point arrest me or fine me.”

One of the policemen shrugged, then he walked up the path to the door of number 44. He rang the doorbell, and a man in his fifties answered. “Oh, hello officer. Can I help you?”

“Could I have your name please, sir?” asked the policeman.

“Certainly – it’s Martin Thorpe.”

“And do you know a Keith Marsden, Mr Thorpe?”

“Of course – he lives next door,” said Martin.

“At number 48?”

“No – number 46. This is number 44.” Martin pointed at the numbers by his door.

“Could you describe him, sir?”

“Oh, um, let’s see … tall, dark hair, ears stick out a bit … what’s this about, officer?”

“Just checking out a story, sir. Thank you for your time – sorry to have disturbed you.”

“Not at all, officer – goodnight.”

The policeman returned, fixed a suspicious look at Derek, and then he headed towards the front door of number 48. He rang, and a red-haired woman answered. “Sorry to disturb you,” said the policeman, “but could you tell me your name please?”

She looked at him with a slightly worried expression. “Rita Mellish. Have I done something wrong?”

“Not that I know of, Ms Mellish. Do you know your neighbour on that side?”

“Not very well, but yes, slightly,” said Rita. “Keith and Sabrina. Nice couple, but quiet. Keep themselves to themselves, you know. Of course, sometimes he gets chatting about his car – ooh, he is proud of the job he’s done on it, put a whole new engine in it himself, he did, mind you, I did have to have a word with him about working on it late at night, it did make a bit of a racket for a while…”

The policeman held up his hands. “Thank you Ms Mellish. Could you describe the two of them physically?”

“Ooh yes – Keith’s a slim fellow, quite tall though, good muscles too I shouldn’t wonder, what with lugging around those engine bits, oh yes, brown hair, and brown eyes too I think.”

“Thank you – and Sabrina?”

“Sweet girl, tiny though – they’re quite the odd couple. Lovely curls she’s got, too – brown, but darker than his, and she has lovely green eyes … or are they blue? Anyway…”

“Thank you very much – that’s all I need for now. Have a good evening, Ms Mellish.”

“It’s ‘Miss’,” she said with a smile. “And don’t mention it – come back any time.”

The policeman returned to where his partner was standing next to Derek. “I’m sure there’s a very good explanation for this,” he said, “and I’m sure you’ll be up on a charge of wasting police time, Mr Reynolds. But for the moment your story is holding up, so I’m going to have to check those council plans. I can’t do it this evening, however – the offices are closed. It’ll have to wait until the morning.”

Derek hesitated, torn between wanting to help his friend as a matter of urgency, and maintaining some semblance of credibility with these policemen. “Officer…” he began.

“Yes?” inquired the policeman.

“Officer, I’ve seen some strange things tonight. I don’t want to sound like a crazy person, so I’ll go easy on the details until you’ve verified my story, but please believe me that time is of the essence. My friend and his wife are in trouble.”

“If you know something, sir, you’d better tell us right away,” said the second police officer. “It’ll go easier on you later.”

“I’ve done nothing!” said Derek impatiently. “But I’ve been trying to help Keith and Sabrina all evening, while his house has become harder and harder to find and get into … and now it’s totally inaccessible and I really worry about what’s happening in there. There’s some kind of … creature in there. It’s doing awful things to poor Sabrina, and it’s already knocked one of my other friends unconscious so that he had to go to the hospital…”

“Wait, slow down sir,” said the first policeman. “I suggest you come down to the station and make a statement.”

“I’ll happily do so,” said Derek. “But will you promise me that, no matter how crazy my story sounds, you’ll do your very best to find Keith and Sabrina’s house, and Keith and Sabrina themselves?”

“If they’re truly missing, then I assure you that will happen,” said the policeman.

“Thank you,” said Derek. He raised his voice. “Keith! I’m going to go and make a statement to the police! Not sure what else to do at this point. Hopefully they’ll be able to help somehow.”

“You’re talking to Keith? Where is he?” asked the second policeman in bewilderment.

“Oh, he’s probably standing right over there,” said Derek sadly, “yelling at us … only we can’t see him or hear him.”

Both policemen shook their heads in disbelief.

Sitting in his doorway, Keith sighed as he watched the police car depart, with Derek inside. He was not at all hopeful that the police would succeed where Derek had failed, but at least his plight might get some attention now.

He trudged back up what was now a tunnel of purple flesh, and entered the fleshy chamber wherein his wife was being anally raped while a writhing mass of large brown worms was slithering out of her vagina. She was apparently asleep. He lay down next to her and kissed her cheek, then he closed his eyes and, after a short while, drifted off into a fitful slumber of his own.

Sabrina woke up suddenly. Opening her eyes, she gasped in delight at the sight of Suledrom, who was standing naked before her. “Sul!” she cried. Her eyes fell upon his long, thick penis, which was proudly erect before him. “Oh Sul, what’s happening to me?”

“Hush,” he said softly. “Suck me, Sabrina.”

She eagerly took him into her mouth, and sucked for all she was worth. He tasted wonderful – sweet lubricant dribbled from his cock and she drank it down thirstily. After a few minutes, he withdrew, and a long stream of orange slime poured from his penis, covering her chest. He massaged it into her breasts – it seemed to have the consistency of syrup. Almost immediately, her breasts began to grow larger.

“Wha … what’s happening?” she asked fearfully.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assured her. “Now I’m going to make some modifications to your insides.” His penis slowly lengthened and started to undulate sinuously, like a cobra under the influence of a snake charmer. Its tip found the opening of her anus, and pushed gently inside.

Sabrina smiled and closed her eyes – this felt heavenly. Then she realised what he had said, and her brows knitted with nervousness. “Will it hurt?” she asked.

“Not a bit,” he said.

Her breasts were now the size of cantaloupes. Her nipples were lengthening and widening too, and orange liquid started oozing from the end of each. “Don’t make them too big,” she pleaded. “Keith will be upset – he doesn’t like large breasts.”

“If he loves you, he’ll accept you the way I make you,” said Sul.

Sabrina arched her back as Sul continued kneading and squeezing her breasts. Then she gasped with intense pleasure as he slowly pressed his index fingers against the indented tips of her nipples, and pushed. She marvelled that his fingers were able to slide deep into her breasts, lubricated by the orange syrup.

She could feel her internal organs being moved around. This was a bizarre sensation, and unsettling if she thought about it too hard, but it was not altogether unpleasant. She opened her eyes, and panicked as she saw that her breasts were now the size of watermelons, and her nipples were like short, fat, pink sausages, three inches long and two inches thick. Sul was inserting a second finger into the end of each nipple, and he followed it a moment later with a third.

And then he pulled his writhing penis out of her anus, and thrust it into her vagina. She sighed with pleasure as he stroked her g-spot, and if she could have spread her legs any wider, she would have. For half an hour he fucked her, and she climaxed over and over again. Her breasts eventually stopped growing when they reached thirteen inches in diameter – which, given her tiny physique, was an absolutely ridiculous size. Her nipples were now at least four inches long, and three inches wide. When Sul pulled his penis (now its original size) out of her vagina and sank it into her left nipple, it slid inside her breast with very little resistance, stretching her nipple even wider. This felt heavenly, and Sabrina moaned with ecstasy. Then Sul ejaculated, and she felt warm fluid gushing inside her breast. Then he pulled out, buried himself up to the hilt in her other nipple, and spurted more of his seed into her right breast.

A tentacle appeared from behind Sul and thrust itself into Sabrina’s mouth before she could close it. She almost retched as she felt it slither down her oesophagus. Then her stomach was filled with fluid. She gasped as the tentacle withdrew. “Ugh!” she said. “What is it putting in my stomach?”

“Food,” said Sul. “You were hungry, were you not?”

“A little,” she admitted.

Sul withdrew from her nipple. “Goodbye, Sabrina,” he said, smiling gently at her. “We shall not meet again.”

“Oh no!” she cried, dismayed. “But … I love you!”

This immediately struck her as an odd thing to say, but her heart resonated with the words even as her head disowned them. She looked up sadly into his beautiful eyes, and he smiled at her. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I shan’t leave you alone.” And with that, he faded from view. Tentacles quickly found her nipples and slithered inside, fucking her breasts as hard as they had on many occasions fucked her anus and vagina. She took pleasure in this for a while, but she was so tired…

“Oh my GOD!”

Sabrina awoke and opened bleary eyes. The room was fairly dark, but she could see her husband kneeling beside her. “What…?” she muttered.

“What happened to your … your chest?” demanded Keith.

He had apparently just woken up himself, judging by his tousled hair. He was staring in horror at her breasts. Sabrina groaned as she saw that her dream had been only too real – her breasts were as enormous as she remembered. “Sul did it,” she said wearily.

“And what the hell’s that?” he yelled, pointing.

“What?” She couldn’t see.

“Some black thing is coming out of your … well I suppose it must be your nipple.”

Sabrina, with no musculature in her mammary tissue, was unable to ‘push’ anything out of her breast, and could only watch as a gigantic black slug-like creature oozed its way out of the end of her nipple. Then she felt her other nipple dilate, and knew something similar would shortly emerge from her right breast.

Keith took a deep breath. “Never mind,” he said. “When this is all over, and we’ve got you out of here, we can get you some breast reduction surgery.”

Sabrina nodded. “That would be good,” she said.

Keith looked at his watch. “It’s seven o’clock,” he said. “Should be light outside.” He looked towards the window. “Uh-oh – the creature’s flesh has covered over the window.” He looked up. “And the light.”

In truth, they were now inside a chamber of flesh, with nothing visible remaining of their bedroom’s furniture, walls, floor or ceiling. A dim glow shone from where the light must be.

Keith scratched his head. “I’m going to get some breakfast,” he said. “What would you like me to bring you?”

“I’m full,” she replied. “The tentacles keep feeding me.”

Keith frowned. “Not with wholesome human food though, I’ll bet.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t seem to be harming me.”

Keith got to his feet. “All right – I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said. He kicked a scaly rodent creature out of the way as he made for the doorway.

He followed the narrow fleshy passage out of the room and tried entering the bathroom. But the toilet was nowhere to be seen, having been covered over with flesh. Grimacing, he decided to relieve himself out of the front door – it was not as if anybody would see him, after all.

Following the sloping tunnel down to the ground floor, he found a chamber that had yesterday been the kitchen. No appliances were visible, however – not even the fridge. He cursed. Then, panicking at something he had seen but not noticed, he ran back into the hall. The front door was gone! Were he and Sabrina to remain trapped inside this horrid alien cocoon until they starved to death or ran out of air?

What little light illuminated the fleshy walls, floor and ceiling, was filtering through the thin layer of flesh covering the windows. It then occurred to him that light was also coming from where the front door used to be, and he realised that he must have left the door open last night. There was thus only a thin layer of flesh separating him from the outside world. Thin enough, perhaps, for him to cut through before being stopped by tentacles. If only he had a sword.

A carving knife might work. He fancied the fleshy stuff covering everything was a little less tough than the tentacles themselves. The only problem was that carving knife was in the sideboard in the dining room, which he soon confirmed was covered with flesh.

He returned upstairs and hunted around the bedroom. “What are you looking for?” asked Sabrina.

He looked at her and sighed sadly. He hated to see her like this – spread-eagled with her arms buried in purple flesh, as well as her legs below the knee … and with tentacles energetically raping her vagina and anus, and now her huge nipples as well. Her belly was impossibly huge – it looked almost as if she was missing a couple of ribs from each side, the bulge started so high – and her breasts were beyond enormous. It was as if she now had one purpose, and one purpose only … it was tragic.

Yet, he told himself, this was temporary. He would somehow fetch poisons, and he would test them until he found one that hurt this creature. Then he would kill it off, bit by bit, until it either died or released Sabrina from her bonds. But first he had to find…

“Aha!” he said jubilantly. He had spotted a glint of metal protruding from the fleshy floor. Tugging on it, he managed to unearth one of the chainsaws that had fallen last night. He grinned. “I’m going to use this to break through the front doorway,” he said. “Then I’ll see if Derek’s out there.”

Downstairs, he stood in front of the doorway, took a deep breath, and fired up the chainsaw. Instantly tentacles lashed out at him, but by the time they seized the chainsaw and pulled it away from him, he had slashed a vertical slit in the flesh before him. He struggled free and stepped forward, pulling the slit open.

Derek was sitting on the wall in front of number 44. “Bless you, Derek!” cried Keith. But it was obvious that Derek could not hear him.

Searching around, Keith found a lump in the floor that he guessed was the rope. He was about to try picking up the chainsaw when he noticed a couple of stray strands poking through the flesh. He tugged at them, used his fingers to enlarge the hole they made in the flesh, and before long he was pulling the entire length of the rope through the small hole. Smiling with satisfaction, he looked around for something to tie one end of the rope to, but everywhere he looked there was nothing but purple flesh. Then his eyes lit upon one of the scaly rodent-like creatures, and he smiled to himself. He figured it would be unlikely to try jumping out through the front door – not when it had a bountiful food supply right here. He grabbed it and quickly tied the rope around its middle. The creature was now spaniel-sized, and heavy – it would serve well as an anchor.

Taking the other end of the rope, Keith stepped through. Hopefully there was enough length for him to reach Derek – he thought there probably was, but he was not willing to risk accidentally pulling it through the slit he had created. He slowly uncoiled the rope, laying it down as he advanced down the garden path, taking care not to drag it at all. It was imperative that one end should remain inside the house.

As he came to the far end of the rope, he was still a couple of feet short of Derek. “Hey!” he said.

There was no response. Keith reached out and shook the hedge. Derek jumped to his feet and looked around. “Keith?” he said uncertainly.

“Yes! I’m here, Derek!” said Keith.

“You there, Keith?” said Derek. He stepped over the wall and leaned into the hedge. “Is that you, mate?”

Derek was now close enough to touch, but Keith’s outstretched fingers passed right through his friend’s arm. Frustrated, he shook the hedge again.

“Okay,” said Derek, “I see you shaking the hedge. Can you manage to communicate using one shake for yes, two shakes for no?”

Keith rejoiced at his friend’s quick thinking. He shook the hedge once.

“All right!” said Derek. “Now, would you like me to go to Homebase and pick up some poison-type stuff as soon as they open, and bring them back here?”

Keith shook the hedge once.

“Cool – I’ll do that then. But how am I to get them to you? If I put them on top of this hedge, will you be able to pick them up?”

Keith hesitated.

“Silly question – you probably don’t know. It’s worth a try, though, right?”

Keith shook the hedge once.

“Okay!” said Derek. “I’ll be back soon, mate – and don’t you worry about a thing.” Then his eyes widened. “Keith!”

Keith froze. Derek was looking right at him. “You can see me?” he said.

“Clear as day!” said Derek, beaming. “All right!”

But Keith’s stomach was cramping with fear. He turned towards the house. “No!” he exclaimed.

The other end of the rope was lying two feet from the brick front wall of number 48, still tied in a loop. He ran towards it, and started feeling his way along the wall.

“What happened?” asked Derek in concern. “Have you lost your way back in?”

“The tentacles must have untied the end of the rope, and thrown it out!” cried Keith. “My lifeline!”

“Oh mate, I’m sorry,” said Derek. He came over and started helping Keith try to find the way back in. But it was useless – on one side of the hedge was number 44, while on the other was number 48. Even feeling along the wall behind the end of the hedge yielded only solid brickwork.

Tears came to Keith’s eyes. “I can’t believe it!” he said. “I can’t believe I’ve left Sabrina trapped in that … that hell!”

“Look, I’ve got the police working on the problem now,” said Derek. “Don’t give up now. Anything could happen.”

Keith nodded, trying to put a brave face on it. “I suppose so,” he said. “I won’t give up!”

He raised his voice, hoping that Sabrina might hear him. “I won’t give up, Sabrina my darling! You hear me? I’ll get back in there to rescue you!”

Sabrina heard muffled shouts, but could not make out any words. “Keith?” she said. “Keith!” She struggled futilely. “Keith, tell me you didn’t get stuck outside!” she screamed.

Then a massive contraction hit, and she strained hard. She groaned as her pelvic bones dislocated and her vagina stretched to an unprecedented eight inches in diameter. A huge, bloated, warty yet slimy brown creature began to pass through her overused birth canal. As more of it emerged, it looked to Sabrina like some vast toad, except it had eight short, stubby legs and no visible eyes. For ten minutes it slowly slid through her tortured vaginal opening; when the last of it emerged, it crawled away from her towards the doorway. It was the size of a Jack Russell terrier.

Sabrina was exhausted, but the tentacles around her wasted no time in plunging mercilessly back into her vagina. Twelve of them could easily fuck her at the same time, so stretched was she. As the minutes passed, however, her vagina steadily shrank, and the number of tentacles raping her decreased accordingly.

As the minutes turned into hours, she was forced to conclude that her fears about Keith were probably well-founded. She was alone now. Except, of course, for the hundreds of tentacles either raping her or waiting to rape her, and the worms and slugs and maggots that frequently crawled over her, or into her, or out of her. She relaxed her anus and pushed – a dozen writhing slugs slithered out of her rectum. Creatures resembling huge wingless houseflies crawled out of her nipples, headed down her swelling belly, and pushed past the tentacles as they crawled into her vagina.

“Come back soon, Keith,” she whispered. Then a tentacle shoved itself down her throat and filled her stomach with fluid.


Keith was ravenous by lunchtime, and he had made no progress in getting back into the house, so he and Derek went to the pub for a bite to eat. As they ate, they discussed strategies. Later, on their way out, Derek stopped in his tracks.

“You know,” he said, “I think maybe we’ve been going about this all wrong.”

“I’ll not argue with you there,” said Keith. “How so, exactly?”

“Well, you’ve been trying to get back into the house from the neighbours’ gardens, right? But it’s not just your house that is missing, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your garden’s missing too. Possibly all we need to do is find our way into your garden.”

Keith shook his head. “I don’t think that will work. If you recall, the house disappears as soon as you leave through the front door.”

“Oh yes,” said Derek. “But … by that time we’re already in another garden. I still think it’s an avenue worth exploring.”

Back in front of number 44, they examined the place where the wall in front of number 44 touched the fence in front of number 48. Derek pointed down at the ground. Keith looked, and saw a maggot-like creature.

“Hey!” he said. “That looks like one of the things Sabrina gave birth to first. I wonder where it’s going.”

“More to the point, where did it come from?” asked Derek. “If we can see another appear, perhaps we can figure out a way in.”

Keith nodded. “Good point,” he said.

They watched, and watched. Then a red worm came slithering out of nowhere. “Did you see that?” asked Keith eagerly.

“Yes. It just appeared. Right … there,” said Derek, pointing. He crouched down and peered closely at the spot. “Can’t see anything unusual.”

“If I’m to attempt walking through it,” said Keith, “we need to get rid of part of this wall, and part of the fence. Maybe part of the hedge too.”

“Better ask permission,” said Derek. “Otherwise the police will be more concerned with charging you with vandalism than helping you find Sabrina.”

Keith nodded.

It was six o’clock that night, however, before he saw the Thorpes. He explained the situation to them, though he was silent on the subject of tentacles and bizarre life-forms. Martin Thorpe stared in astonishment at number 48. “So that’s why the police came round last night!” he said. “That’s just … incredible!”

“The thing is, Martin – Sabrina’s still trapped inside. “I have to get her out.”

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Martin. “How are you going to do that, if you can’t find your way in?”

“We think there’s some kind of portal located just behind where your wall meets Rita’s fence,” said Derek. “But in order to test that theory properly, we really need to remove part of your wall and part of her fence.”

“Do it,” said Martin immediately. “This I have to see! Do you think you’ll just vanish into thin air?”

“Hopefully,” said Keith. “Well, I’ve already got permission from Rita, so let’s make a start.”

Derek’s sledgehammer made short work of the wall, and the fence was even easier. They then uprooted part of the hedge. Martin didn’t mind this at all – it was Rita’s hedge, or at least Rita’s and Keith’s. A small fence had separated Martin’s garden from Keith’s … but being located entirely on Keith’s property, it had vanished along with his house.

The police had arrived, and everything had to be explained again. Fortunately Detective Sergeant Phillips was armed with the results of research undertaken at the council offices, and he was at a loss to explain why number 44 was now next to number 46. As an additional piece of evidence, Martin provided a recent photograph clearly showing Keith’s house next to his own, with the fence in between.

“Well I’m officially convinced there’s a logical explanation for this,” said Phillips. “Unofficially, however, I’m willing to listen with an open mind. Proceed with your experiment – if it works, and you truly vanish, I’ll buy you all dinner.”

Keith took a deep breath, and stepped forward. Then he stepped forward again, colliding with the hedge. He sighed heavily and turned around. Derek was looking at him sympathetically. “Bad luck mate,” he said.

“I’ll just have to keep trying, that’s all,” said Keith grumpily.

And try he did – through the rest of the evening and into the night. At midnight, Derek patted him on the back.

“Mate, it’s dark. Try again tomorrow, okay? Get some sleep.”

“Sleep?” said Keith bitterly. “Where? I’m homeless.”

“Back at my place, obviously, you dolt.”

Keith sighed. “All right,” he said.


Three miles away, Detective Sergeant Phillips was reviewing that evening’s interviews with paramedics John Langrishe and Caroline Baikie. They had been cagey about what had happened in the Marsden house, but the very fact that they could confirm they had been there said something. Caroline in particular had seemed fidgety – something was obviously bothering her that she was not letting on. At least they had both admitted that there was something holding Sabrina prisoner in the house, and that Keith was not apparently responsible for his wife’s (and his house’s) disappearance. They also both said that the house had been hard to find – despite the fact that they had found the houses on either side with no difficulty.

There seemed to be no way to naturalistically explain the phenomenon. He had no idea how to write his report. He could lose his job if he stuck to the supernatural theory. On the other hand, there was some hefty evidentiary support for that theory…

As he lay in bed, he found himself wondering about Caroline Baikie. He felt sure that she had more to offer – perhaps even a workable lead. He would have to interview her again.


In number 46, Barringer Road, Sabrina slept on and off between episodes of very painful birthing. It was completely dark – the light bulb had blown – and she could no longer see what kinds of creatures were emerging from her vagina, anus and nipples. Many slimy animals crawled over her head and body, but she could not see those either. Every so often a tentacle would squirt liquid food into her stomach – she had stopped trying to resist this.

She could not see how heavily pregnant she was, but she felt as if she was about to burst. She finally felt movement inside her, and started to strain. This time, it was her anus which started to dilate, and she gritted her teeth against the pain. Wider and wider she was stretched, until she was screaming in agony, but still she pushed, and slowly something began to pass through her anal sphincter. It seemed to take forever to come out – it must be enormous. Sul had obviously modified her bowels so that they now included an immense secondary womb … or perhaps her womb now had two exits, one leading to her vagina and the other to her anus. At any rate, she seemed to have no control over where her next offspring would come from.

As soon as the creature popped free, a dozen or more tentacles dived into her rectum, thrusting deep and squirming inside her. They ejaculated and ejaculated, filling her with sperm and eggs – or perhaps just fertilised eggs … she had no idea. All she knew was that she was being kept forever pregnant, and with a huge variety of animals. Some were still in their eggs when she laid them; others were born alive and kicking.


“I’m afraid we’re at a loss,” said Detective Sergeant Phillips. “We’ve conceded that this is some kind of supernatural phenomenon, but we honestly have no idea how to deal with it.”

“Well, thanks for all your help,” said Keith. “I do hope Miss Baikie recovers soon – thank goodness you got to her when you did.”

Phillips nodded. “You can imagine how freaked out we all were when we broke into her flat and found her … like that. At least we now know how to deal with those tentacled monsters – who’d have thought that they’d show such an extreme reaction to alcohol? If you ever find a way back into your house, take plenty of booze with you.”

“I will,” said Keith.

“Well, good night to you sir.”

Once the detective had left, Keith sighed. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never find my house again – or Sabrina.”

“Don’t say that,” said Derek. “You’ll find a way.”

“But it’s been two weeks! We’ve taken out the entire hedge, strange creatures constantly appear from nowhere … and yet the places where they appear don’t seem to offer me any way in. It’s hopeless!”

“But don’t lose hope!” said Derek sternly. “Sabrina’s counting on you.”

Keith nodded. “I’ll keep trying, of course. Even if it takes years and years.”

“Good man,” said Derek. “Now come on – you look like you need a drink. Let’s hit the pub.”

“Okay,” said Keith.


THE END


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