Rearing Project `` Thin Man '' - Dairy Of Female 2311


Monster, Pregnant
COLLECTED banker's bill FROM guinea pig 2311 - ROOM 307

These are the collected promissory note from discipline 2311, Thin Man project, Kaw River Facility.

Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, Height - 5'5 ”, exercising weight - 113 lbs, whisker - Blonde, Eyes - Pomaderris apetala,

Bust - 36C, waist - 24"pelvic girdle - 34

Health - A1

stamina - Average

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

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Subject inputs are analyzed to asseverate optimum subject health and happiness and to assist the faculty in creating an optimal breeding force.

The Thin Man crossbreeding broadcast has been a drawing card in the field and is an example of the program's success.

The highly elaborated input provided by Subject 2311 went beyond the mean information received. stimulus has not been redacted and is complete.

Day 1

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

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

I can't even call back my name.

I have a routine, 2311.

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

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

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

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

There's also a space there to publish questions, but it does n't appear to be working.

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

The rear wall is unaccented amobarbital sodium - the shower bath, solid food mesa, bed, and john are against that blueness wall. The front end wall seems to have a door. At least I can see the faint precis of one there.

There is a shower in the corner, just a sloped office of the level with a drain, shower head and a single grievous bodily harm dispenser. The urine is always warm.

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

The trading floor is heated, it 's never cold on my feet. There 's a pocket-size toilet. The bed is grown than I would carry if I was in a prison or hospital.

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

Or a hospital. Am I in a hospital ?

There's no clock and no windows.

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose there was something in the food or the feeding bottle of water, but at the time I thought naught of it.

I think I'm in a hospital. But, no doctor, no nursemaid. No one.

Day 2

The front rampart was clear for a spell today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hall or a big room outside the wall, but I can't see but a few invertebrate foot.

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

The food is very good, emerging from the paries regularly four times a day, sometimes with a sweet talker swallow.

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

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

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

I received an illustrated list of physical exertion each morning, and there 's a chime to let you bed when to start. It's stretch and easy stuff.

Day 6

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

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

I'm not sure when I decided that living here is formula, but my mind seems to have accepted it in the past few twenty-four hour period.

I feel very calm here, not like a few calendar month ago. It was nerve-racking, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the pamphlets said. Everyone had to ride out inside. I'm trying to remember, but it's fuzzy. I have a sense that outside was a dangerous topographic point, and that I'm dependable here.

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

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

Well, maybe I do. I don't know if it's me, or my relaxed nation of judgment, but I 've been kinda horny in the in conclusion few mean solar day. It would be great to get laid. I can't remember the last metre I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must have been a longsighted time ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a loggerheaded book. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to take except for a few pamphlets. It was all drawings about a pioneer womanhood in the Old Mae West. There were covered paddy wagon and they were traveling. She got lost in a violent storm and separated from her hoi polloi. She was conclusion to dying and was found by these tall, rangy people from deep in the woods. They were living in the hills and took her in. They nursed her back to wellness and she helped them with some things like how to boil water to take a shit it strip. She decided to stay with them and they ended up adopting her, making her component part of their group. The Koran ended with her staying with them in their big caves.

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

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

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

I still could n't see him clearly. Just a muscular, tall chassis with huge script. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the shadows, and I had him too. There's something primal and sexy about the tall, muscular people. multitude ? tool or beings - I guess.

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

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before brightness on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my tall sinewy buff.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did exercises. There was a putting green smoothie with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the rest of the day, looking at the comic and off-guard. I think I've put on a niggling weight, the nutrient is so serious though. My boob are a little bigger, my hips too maybe. I upright not skim a workout.

A new uniform garb appeared on the table yesterday. It was a small roomier.

Day 10

Another book arrived today through the expansion slot at the table.

A variety of colorful educational booklet. It had coloring drawing off throughout it. The drawings were of a kind of man.

Kind of a man, more than of a tall, melt off human-like being.

The beingness were tall, the book said, six foundation two to six foot six, leaning and strong, with long blazonry that extended down almost below their knees.

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

Each huge hired man had four yearn fingers and one pollex. Hairless, the being's blue-grey tegument was mottled with spots of dissimilar sizing and frame, like an creature I had seen once.

What creature was that ? I couldn't remember.

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

The being's point was tumid, not entirely assault but a bit angular, but there was no whisker. The eyes were large, sinister, and spaced wide apart, no nose save for a match of small holes. The mouth was wide and lipless, just a foresighted slit where a convention rima oris would be. The being had no ears, but small indentations where the ear-holes were.

The effect was almost expressionless. I thought his font drawing looked a slight sad.

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

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

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

Almost human.

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

I looked at the drawing of the being, and his penis for a while. It looked recollective and melt off.

The question was angled and looked like it had belittled triangular blossom petal around the border, like a fleshy star or daisy.

Earlier this dawning I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an climax under the screening. I had been very aroused the past tense few days.

My pussy was tingling a little.

Now I found myself wondering what the being's phallus would be like set up. I imagined the expressionless being having sex with a human. What would that palpate like, I wondered.

Like my dream ?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of grade ! The magniloquent the great unwashed from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the leaflet out of the box of my eye, open to a draft of the long, tend being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the tall gray man. I have been so worked up, so randy lately. I'm in a unceasing state of dampness. My body flavour extra spiritualist, tingly. My pap are so tender I had to pull down the dress, the never-ending detrition of the material was driving me loony ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

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

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of gloss drafting, it had pictures of the organism.

THEY ARE real number !

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

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

They are from another ace.

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

And their phallus.

One exposure, in especial, showed a being with his long penis hanging between his legs, longer than the others. He was well-defined, and I noticed this one 's pecs and large-minded soldiers. His long brawny implements of war and loggerheaded fingers.

He was 6 6"the book said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

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

There was a Page showing the alone psyche, the 12 to fourteen small, fleshy points around the angled tip of the being's cock. It also showed the large opening in the center of the fleshy flush, and the large veins running along the lance.

The text edition said the brain was angled for wanton first appearance, and the small three-sided"petals"get firm when it ejaculates, holding the penis inside the vaginal canal.

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

What would that feel like"entering"me ?

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

My pussy was dripping by the clip I was done. What is wrongly with me ?

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

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the outer space of my paries as it was limpid and looked in at me. He was long and lean, just like the picture. I was so sex my core was pounding. He stopped and put a big paw on the glass and looked in at me. Then it heard something and looked away, looked back at me, and zoomed off. He was a little in the vestige so I didn't get to see his spots or color really, but it moved like a Acinonyx jubatus. Cheetah ? Yes, that 's a matter.

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

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

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

Day 18

I see one or two of the gaunt giants a day now. They pass by, flavor in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by someone, but I ca n't discover anything. I try to get them to stay, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their head a bit and allude the glass. They don't wear wearing apparel of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the image and drawings I saw of their farseeing gangly bodies were nude.

Day 22

My bulwark to the right is gauze-like occasionally now. There's another womanhood there, she 's older, maybe forties. We communicated with some hand mark and she said she 's been here for four one C daytime. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as best she could.

Yes, they were alien to this earthly concern, and they had been here for a foresighted time.

Their cutis looks wet, but it feels dry. The clapper is rough, like a cat.

They don't public lecture, but you might sense something.

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to know how she knew so much.

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

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

Day 23

My back wall has a CRT screen of some form in it. There are episodic nutrition videos or new utilization demonstrations.

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

Is that possible ? How would that pass ?

Text appeared with the video recording that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long metre, living in the cryptic wilderness. There were batch of tarradiddle passed down by indigen American language about them.



The Wendigo, the schoolbook read, had been mating with man female for years.

It said they parcel no diseases with world so zip can be passed.

It was safe and harmless.

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

The picture was grave though, about raw portion of their consistence and stuff. Ears and nose sensitivities. Also, the knife, which I had never seen.

The telecasting showed a spit that could be up to six column inch long. It was thought it was for eating yield or flower found on their homeworld.

Amazingly, there was a transcription of a womanhood having sex with one !

It was a brusk television section that came up near the end.

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

It showed her orgasming and it looked real to me. Her centre were open and locked on the creature, her face a flick of delight, mouth exposed wide.

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

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

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

The text explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the excretions of the Wendigo. In the precum and the semen. It was a reproduction manoeuvre since they did n't own a mating season.

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

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

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

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

The sinewy blue-gray being slid his limp member out the woman. It was still long and thick, dripping bluing cum onto the cleaning lady 's thigh as the video wrapped up.

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

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

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

( I wrote down as often as I could call back so I won't forget it ! )

Day 24

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day 25

Still waiting for my threshold to spread. I'm making surely I'm doing my utilization correctly and eating everything that appears on the table.

Day 26

Received another brochure today.

I can only describe it as a masturbation aid.

It was filled with people of colour and inglorious and white pic of different char having sex with Wendigo. Different positions, different Wendigo. It showed a cleaning woman taking the long, backbreaking penis of a belittled Wendigo in her oral fissure. The small legend read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a picture of the angular head of a Wendigo between the wide-open pegleg of a nude adult female. His tongue was snaking inside her. The caption read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the endure page, thinking of that farsighted knife in my oral cavity, or my cunt.

I touched my clit lightly and I began to orgasm.

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

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The Light dimmed and there was a rushing audio as the door slid open.

As soon as it did the threshold was filled with the lithe, sinewy body of a boastfully Wendigo.

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

I had been going without my uniform for a while now, showing off my consistency to the enceinte forms that sometimes gathered outside my room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent bulwark, so I knew they were ready for me.

The tall being was on me in a flash and I relaxed, letting him take in his way with me. His behemoth work force explored my organic structure for a moment, one holding a breast and the early sliding into my wet pussy. He had virtually no olfactory property, his skin was quick and liquid, but thick, almost like easygoing leather.

His putz was long, thick, and erect.

His boldness was the like expressionless case I had seen just outside the clear wall each day, except now this one was a few inches from mine.

His sassing cracked surface slightly and his natural language snaked out and I opened my mouth to earmark it in.

For a second I meekly sucked on the being 's long tongue as his jumbo finger's breadth plunged into my pussy.

His huge hands gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the English of the bed and spread my legs open. My snatch was fix, wet glistening. He dipped the flat angled head of his cock between my bitch sass and I watched the easygoing fleshy petals of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my hole.

I was hyperventilating, I was so nervous, aroused, and excited.

I watched as his thick, veiny shaft followed the fleshy head into my bitch, my vagina opening up for his cock. Just like the videos.

It kept pushing in until his pecker was completely inside me.

The muscular being began sawing away into my pussy, his eyes seemingly focused on something across the room.

The tactual sensation was incredibly erotic, the sensation of being filled with this unusual contour was new to my dead body. I was also murkily aware of the erotic nature of being taken by an unearthly being. A being that I had been yearning for since being introduced to them.

Every facet of the moment was a turn-on ; the pinch of the creature, its cast, its strength, it's enormous cock inside me, all most belike the production of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

I began to build to a culmination almost immediately, and in a 2d or two was spasming with an sexual climax.

He seemed to notice my turmoil, and it slowed a bit, his longsighted hard shaft still slowly sinking between my slit lips, but his straits was cocked slightly as his black eyes took in my form, writhing in delight under him.

The fucking continued as I shuddered long and hard, the being's cock plunging into me over and over as vast powerful hand held my wooden leg open.

I cupped both my tits in my script and looked at the black oculus of the unearthly creature that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, zilch changed on its face as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his long blue/gray tool splitting me outdoors, my pussy rim on either position of his glistening beam of light. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The creature 's oral fissure cracked open a bit and I could see rows of small teeth and his spit emerged, prospicient and tapered.

The lanky Wendigo made a clicking sound from late inside his chest and held his cock deep in me.

As he paused I could feel him begin to ejaculate, his beam pulsing, the star-head of his erection gripping the bulwark of my pussy to just concur his farsighted cock deep in me.

His long loggerheaded finger's breadth wrapped around my neck and gently held me down so he could finish pumping cum into me.

I put both my hands on its thick carpus and felt the warm, smooth skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his prick, still pumping in my cunt. He held it in me for a full two minutes.

I could feel his stopcock twitching inside me, I knew he was squirting his semen in me with each pulse.

I came again, just laying there pinned to the bed by its cock and one large hand.

After a present moment he pulled out and his manus left my neck, pausing ever so briefly on my tits.

His cock was still a little grueling, and the mushroom head rubbed up along my thigh, flabby and smooth, leaving a track of scant blue devil cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

The threshold whiffed shut, as several more Wendigo gathered to peer in, then hurried off to count for an surface door.

open fluid and blue semen flowed from my cunt as I stood over the shower drain. At least a cup maybe more exude out of me. Just like the video recording said.

I didn't want to shower, I didn't want to off the sensation of him from my skin.

Day 32

Today five Wendigo fucked me before my room access whiffed closed for the final fourth dimension. Three were one right after the other. They wait for the threshold to open up, looking in while waiting their spell, looking into the room watching me get fucked. I had so many orgasms I lost count. I'm exhausted. I was worried about my pussy getting sore.

Their cocks are long and some are fairly thickheaded. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of fucking, and no lube in the room. Turns out the clear, thick precum they put out is so slick you don't need lube. Their cock just drips it as soon as they get heavy and it 's super slip - it gets everywhere but does n't receive a look or taste.

The chamfer flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little triangles are extremely mild and the angled head slides right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can feel it tumefy in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their cock jolt like a muscle flexing.

Day 33

Seven today. The door keeps them at time interval so I don't tactile property overwhelmed. It seems to jazz when I'm ready for the side by side visitant, whiffing open to grant one in at just the properly time.

Day 34

Eight today. Very tired and slept well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at different sentence, spaced so I'm at peak desire when the room access opens. I've never been so satisfied sexually. I've had my pussy licked, been fucked with amazing cocks, felt my organic structure explored by huge funny hands and firm experienced hands. Some of them are untested, you can tell, they just want to cum in me.

Some are older, more experience and they really conduct their time.

Every one is different. They purr and click to you, rumbling and huffing. I 've never had so many climax.

Their bodies are amazing.

Yesterday Carassius auratus, an older Wendigo with a fish-shaped spot on his chest of drawers, came in. I can secern he 's previous, he has some wrinkled skin and it feels tenuous than the young ones.

Carassius auratus does something different with me.

He laid down on my bed and pulled me into his lap so my butt was against his cock. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a huge arm around me and took a tit in his hand. The former reached down between my branch and he inserted his two middle fingers into my pussycat. His long thick fingers fucked me like that for I don't love how long.

I was so relaxed, laying back on his Brobdingnagian warm pelt, his giant hired hand holding my tit, my branch splayed open wide. I watched his fingerbreadth slide in and out of my twat for a tenacious while, glistening and wet. I found this highly arousing and I feel he did too.

I could hear him clicking and rumbling, and I turned my head a little. His longsighted tongue slipped into my mouth, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his digit relentlessly plunged into me with a wet sound. I tasted his spit as his glossa curled across mine

I came twice in the time I was being held by the hefty being, shaking and quivering in ecstasy, his spit in my back talk.

When he did get hard he just lifted me and slipped his peter into me, his Brobdingnagian men on my rose hip as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big chest of drawers, he held me there as I watched his big cock stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the familiar sensation of being filled as the star-flower head of his strong penis expanded. I could feel the former being's shaft throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his semen. He stayed inside me for a long patch, then after a bit lifted me off and laid me down.

I think he's often erstwhile than the others, and this stance is comfortable for him, most of them stand or kneel when they fuck me.

I hope he comes back again soon.

Day 37

The older woman to my right is now gone.

A large blond fair sex is in that room now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's nude person most of the prison term, masturbating a lot. I watched her the other day, shaking on the bed as she climaxed.

She has n't had a Wendie yet, and I know the build-up is brutal. You want it so bad by day thirty, all you can recollect about is having one nookie you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my elbow room today. A father and a son. The youngling was learning to do it a woman, I gather. He watched as his elder demonstrated for him, screwed me backbreaking across the bed. He demonstrated to the youngling how to position his erection against my slit sass before the Old male slid it all the way in me. After fucking my kitty the grandiloquent elder held his cock in me ejaculating.

The youngling Wendie stood nearby observance, occasionally he reached out to touch my hair or run his hand over my tits.

My big tits move a lot when I'm being screwed, some Wendigo love to play with them.

The Brigham Young being was heavy, and looked at me and tilted his head. His father made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the young being 's cock in my mouth. It did n't rent foresighted and the young Wendies cock was spurting in my mouth. His cum was slick, smooth, and slightly sweet, with a plant life preference I could n't put my finger on. His retentive finger fondled my mamilla the integral time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight hours.

Columbus came in three different time though. I think he likes me. He has a billet that looks like a orb, so I named him Columbus.

He does receive a prick that fits me. It's just right, and I get off whenever he 's inside me.

He likes to affect he's being rough with me but he's always gentle. He'll snatch me and lift me or push my legs open or make me down.

I started playing with him, mock-resisting him and he seems to enjoy it. This is something that no other Wendie has done. He will sometimes put his long finger around my neck while he's on top of me. The first time he did that I orgasmed, so he will do it occasionally, although I think he likes it too.

One of the ten was a Thomas Young Wendie, I may receive been his outset. He started spurting as he began to enrol me, like a horse. I took ahold of his long cock as he watched and guided it into me so he could polish off. He has a star-shaped billet on his chest.

He finished squirting inside me and held his cock ( pretty midst for a youngling ) in me for a while.

Then he rushed out at the end like a lot of them do.

Day 47

Blondie in the room next to me got her door opened today.

A big Wendigo was waiting, and I got to watch. He was a huge one and he fucked her for about forty instant. She held onto the desk and the run muscular being got in behind her with a pretty big rooster.

I could see her knocker jiggling as he stroked her like a machine, his poker-faced nerve turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their observation of the smooth wall - the paries inside her room must have been dark.

He reached around and held her big nipple as he fucked her, the first time I had seen one do that. I could see her face as she came again and again.

Finally, he put his huge bridge player on her hips and held his cock in deep, I knew he was pumping her good of his cum.

I could see her lips moving as she talked to the big blue/gray stud pressing in fast behind her, running his huge manus over her body as he ejaculated.

I talk to them too sometimes, cooing and baby-talking. I feel like some of them like the sound of a voice.

When the tall Wendie did draw out out I watched a long stream of his ejaculate stream from her, stretching from her pussy to the storey.

She stayed there, hands on the desk, her pussy draining cum, waiting for another sinewy alien to jazz her, but the door shut behind the exiting frame.

When she realized no more were coming she reached down between her legs and got herself off again. Then my wall went dark.

I think the rampart go clear so I can watch and learn something. Each time I see something occupy or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbor that there are clip I can see them but their wall is grim on the other side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new fille skirmish a Wendigo for the first time. I'm not sure what was unseasonable but she seemed terrorise of the big, muscular male. The being was not deterred by her screech and simply took her, opened her stage, and inserted his yearn cock. After a few strokes she passed out and the muscular grey being continued plunging his big thing into her, her physical structure flopping like a rag doll.

I watched until he finished, holding his cock deep in her as they all do, pumping her wide-cut of his silky blue cum. Then he pulled out and left her limp on the bed. Before she woke my fence in went dark.

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex human activity. Wow. The Clarence Day melt one into the former. After breakfast and exercise, I get nude and wait for the maiden of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the Methedrine already, looking in, waiting for my doorway to whiff unfold. If I'm really horny I'll loosen them, showing them my titty, or flashing my kitty.

Occasionally one or two will get arduous waiting outside for my doorway to open.

Sometimes my wall is dark and I know that no one is coming today. I get a day off when that happens.

I don't like a day off all that much, but I often get to keep an eye on on the left or right field of me.

By the side by side day, I'm dying for my door to open and to get fucked.

Day 55

I'm doing so well my figurer said that I received a"bonus ”. Whatever it was, it was amazing. I was ace horny and buzzing all day.

They must have adjusted the MEd for the scared girl adjacent room access, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a Cy Young Wendigo just before my door opened and I got busy. She appeared to be having a very loud, vivid coming as the vast being took her doggy style on her big bed. Three more were waiting outside her room access, intently watching the first one accident her. As soon as he was done the side by side one took her hips in his big hands and slid his dick in. She didn't move except to jiggle her rump a petty. I could see her hand was busy between her legs.

Good for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

I'm not showing yet, but I have dawn sickness and my boobs are tender.

I'm not sure as shooting which one it was, but Christopher Columbus keeps coming by to turn back on me, looking in at me.

I estimate I've had sex with about 30 different Wendigo, but he seems to have a go at it something.

A cup appeared yesterday for me to pee in. Normally they want it at the end of the month.

My room access seems to make limited the number of Wendigo that can fuck me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After number ten yesterday her door closed and she crawled into bed and lay there quivering.

I miss that. I only had three today.

Day 175

I'm very pregnant with Cristoforo Colombo'child. He's the lone one they let into my elbow room. Often he wants to fuck, and does so carefully and gently. Stroking me slowly until he cums. I know he needs release, he's so virile. So I do my unspoiled to take guardianship of him. He stays sometimes, one giant star hand on my belly, as he stands there purr and rumbling.

Day 180

I think my dosage has been altered, maybe because of the baby. I ‘ m a fiddling more clear-headed nowadays. I think I have an understanding of why we 're all here, of course, it 's obvious to me, as I sit here huge with a Wendigo child.

I still do it it. It's dissimilar now ; I love carrying his child.

Even now, fat with a shaver, I love the look and look of the slim muscular existence. Somehow, I was made to see them and trust them as sexual beingness.

Maybe they're weaning me off the drugs, maybe now I do n't necessitate the drugs to require to be with them.

Day 185

There's a new fair sex future door. She looks young, twenty or so. I've seen a few like her, a run-away probably. She looks a little skinny.

"You 've found it, Honey,"I want to secernate her."Home ”.

All your job are over now. You have been whisked away to paradise.

Have a cookie, have a shake.

She 's eating her rations now, checking out the room. Having a bottle of water.

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing begins for her. Pictures, storey, a petty chemical encouragement.

And in a few weeks, her threshold will spring out-of-doors, and tall, lithe, voracious being will have intercourse her brains out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to own that she'll be staring at pic, watching television with her big downcast eyes exposed wide, masturbating constantly, showing her short tits to the dark eyes peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. Constant sex.

She'll want nothing else by that fourth dimension. She'll be dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, wishing for it, hell, she'll be praying for it.

Like I did.

The side by side thing she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her kill stroking her pussy. Then five or seven or ten a day until she's addicted to the sex.

Then she 's pregnant.

She's so flyspeck. I hope the bulwark lets me determine her get-go fuck.

I call her"Shorty ”.

Day190

Blondie is fraught now.

I saw her puking into her throne yesterday and today no Windigo has been allowed except for Big John.

I've had Big John scads of prison term. He's a tall, nearly completely black Wendigo with a boastfully cock. I've seen many Wendie cocks, and he is one of the biggest.

I would guess it was pushing ten inches, not crack thick, but a big flower-star head.

nearly Wendigo except the Danton True Young ones are somewhere between eight and nine inches. Some are loggerheaded, and some are slim.

I loved watching Big John fuck her, as Blondie 's pale peel is such a courteous contrast to the Brobdingnagian being. He would almost always hold her down on the bed with his huge hands, with her wan leg wide outdoors, and Lebanese pound her. She loved it.

Now he's a careful Dad lover, coming in once a day to gently lie with her until he cums.

Day 211

Shorty got her first today.

It was about time. The young brunette was climbing the wall, masturbating a few times a day, brochures in hand. I saw her showing her small round boob and her cunt to the Wendigo gathered outside.

She was definitely ready.

A slim greyish-blue Wendigo was first in the doorway as it opened. She was already down on her knee, licking and sucking the big muscular guy 's penis. He just wanted her snatch though, and lifted her and put her John L. H. Down across the bed, spread her legs, and slipped it in.

I could see her face when her first fuck-monster hammer started to stroke her.

It was perfect bliss, mouth all-encompassing capable, hands holding her tits.

The big expressionless being fucked her like a car, for ten minutes at least.

The youthful missy was pliant, pulling her legs back so her human foot were over her read/write head, her pussy laid bare for the mesomorphic being's cock.

She came at least twice before the big guy stopped and held his cock trench in her to cum.

I always enjoy watching the slender beingness ejaculate into a woman - it has especial meaning to me now that I'm pregnant - but seeing his long gray cock pulsing, knowing how she was being filled and with what ; so hot.

Knowing that she might become pregnant too, maybe today with her first.

She was shaking and quivering on the end of his long dick like a spear rabbit.

When he was done he slipped the long thing out of her and she curled up on the bed, still shaking.

He allowed her to take his semi-hard member into her oral fissure and suck him for a bit, the marvellous creature standing and looking down at the young miss.

Was it watching her clean up the star-flower-shaped psyche of his member, or enjoying the feeling ; or both ?

Eventually, he moved to the door.

She lay there on the big bed for a long piece. The door of her room was closed. On your outset day, you only get one, no topic how much you want another.

Day 250

I went into labor today, and the rampart of my room went dark and I heard a hissing sound and smelled something sweet in the air.

I woke up in my room much later and I was not fraught anymore, achy, and still a little unbalanced. I guess I had the child. I wonder what he looks like.

Day 251

The baby is delivered to me via the table-door a few meter a day for me to breastfeed him. He's a Wendigo, aught man about him. I guess the extraterrestrial being DND overwrites any homo code, so basically, I was a carrier for Columbus'offspring.

My egg was fertilized, so there must be something human about him.

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a human, so I get to feed him a few time a day until he's handsome. His pop watches me nurse the young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to fuck me. If I'm engaged with the infant he leaves.

Day 270

The baby is being weaned. I won't see him anymore, and I was a niggling sad about that until I had breakfast and my smoothie. I'm already getting excited about seeing some of my favorite Wendigo again. It's been age since I've been fucked good and hard.

Day 275

I watched Columbus fucking the Thomas Young brunette girl in the room to the left of mine. She's new, and I'm sure she'll give him a unattackable boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not jealous, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my threshold every day, fucking me senseless. Florida is my preferent, he has a Florida-shaped spot on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the Saami emotionless face as the residual, his cock hard and dripping. We fuck in his preferred attitude, me against the wall, his immense custody around my ribcage holding me up.

I swear he's watching my tits spring and looking me in the eye as he fucks me. He likes to unfold his clapper and drop away it into my sass so I can gently suck on it. He cums pretty fast when I do that.

He fucks me against the wall until I feel his cock pulsing and cum is dripping down my leg.

Then he lays me on the bed and stands over me, running his vast hands over my body, feeling my big breast, slipping a long fingerbreadth in my cunt until I'm cumming.

There are a few that enjoy making a woman orgasm, and Sunshine State seems to like doing that to me.

He seems to relish watching me thresh about, the look on my face.

Goldfish still comes in, and Starfish, arrow, Saturn, and his son Flower.

Day 500

I have n't made an introduction for a while.

I was carrying FL's nipper until a few weeks ago.

Everglade State 's tyke is done breast feeding and my arcsecond Wendigo is off to wherever they go.

Before she disappeared the older nurse that lived following to me said she had given birth to six Wendies.

In a few years, my door will start initiative again. The front wall is unclouded today, some of my favorite are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed Starfish and Arrow my tits. Arrow got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The constant bombilation of sex, the prediction, the orgasms, the stamina of the Wendigo, their long cocks, rope-like muscles, Brobdingnagian hands, long knife, and their silent relentless desire for my body.

Even when I was pregnant I couldn't block thinking about it and sucked Everglade State off or fucked him almost every day.

I 've been here 500 years.

On 180 of those days, I had an norm of 8 visits a day. That's 1440 visits.

I 've been pregnant twice, or about 320 of those 500 days.

For the first three months of your gestation, the turn of visits is limited to three. 90 24-hour interval, twice, or 180 days. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my room access to be intimate me in the initiative three month I'm pregnant.

For the finally three months of pregnancy, the limitation is a daily sojourn of the father. So that 's about once a day getting dad off, or 180 or so daily visits from dad over two terms.

That's 2040 sex acts over 500 days

That 's 2040 cup of silky blue Wendigo semen.

That 's 127 gallons of cum pumped in me since I arrived.

Roughly.

Once finally week all the walls went take in, and I could see hundreds of rooms like mine, stretching off to the left field and right as far as I could see. one C of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A willing sex mate in each elbow room.

Not just willing to breed, desiring it. Crying for it.

Praying for it.

After she arrived Shorty the new female child was trying to ask me why through the clear wall. Why was this happening ? Who was doing it ?

I never have thought about any of that. Why would I ?

My only thought is the future tall, mesomorphic Wendigo coming through my room access to make love me, my adjacent sexual climax, my next child.

Everything else is taken care of.

Have a bottle of piss, hitch hydrated, I gesture to her.

Eat some food. Relax.

In a day or so, you won't think about why or who.

You won't care about anything at all, except fucking.

End of collected daily entries from subject 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

Subject is currently on Day 920.

Offspring ; 4

Status : Highly active voice

Popularity with male field : High

Recommendation : 5 per day

mind-set : dynamic until latterly 30s

dose : Continue electric current stage

Notes : Continue monitoring hormone floor. Retirement upon menopause .
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