COLLECTED NOTES FROM SUBJECT 2311 - ROOM 307

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Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, top - 5'5 ”, exercising weight - 113 lbs, Hair - Blonde, Eyes - Hazel,

binge - 36C, shank - 24"Hips - 34

Health - A1

toughness - mediocre

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

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Day 1

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

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

I can't even recollect my name.

I have a issue, 2311.

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

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

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

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

There's also a space there to spell doubt, but it does n't seem to be working.

trio of the walls are made of some variety of clear cloth that gets dark so you can't see through it. The face and front walls are currently saturnine.

The binding rampart is light blue - the shower, solid food table, bed, and toilet are against that drear wall. The front rampart seems to bear a threshold. At least I can see the faint lineation of one there.

There is a shower in the corner, just a sloped part of the floor with a drain, shower oral sex and a single goop dispenser. The H2O is always lovesome.

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

The trading floor is heated, it 's never cold on my invertebrate foot. There 's a modest toilet. The bed is bigger than I would bear if I was in a prison or infirmary.

I guess I expect a little cot but I have a tough replicate bed, it 's attached to the floor and has a plastic screening under the piece of paper, like a hotel room.

Or a hospital. Am I in a hospital ?

There's no clock and no windows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think I'm in a hospital. But, no Doctor, no nanny. No one.

Day 2

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

My way is brightly lit, until lights out. That 's dark and time to kip. I'm getting almost 10 hours of the expert sleep I've ever had. I've never slept like this. My chief hits the pillow and I'm out.

The food is very full, emerging from the wall regularly four metre a day, sometimes with a sweet talker drink.

It slides onto the table from the bulwark like clockwork. The tray is attached to the sliding character, there is no tableware, you eat everything with your fingers. It's really trade 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 focalize. My brain wanders and then I take a nap or daydreaming. I 'll have a moment where I remember something, like a dream image, but they slip away pretty fast.

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

I received an illustrated leaning of recitation each daybreak, and there 's a chime to let you know when to start. It's stretching and loose stuff.

Day 6

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

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

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

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

Everything here is taken tending of. I have no headache, no job - I'm warm, safe, clean, and well-fed.

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

Well, maybe I do. I don't know if it's me, or my relaxed state of mind, but I 've been kinda horny in the lowest few days. It would be smashing to get put down. I can't remember the last clock time I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must have got been a foresightful fourth dimension ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick book. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few folder. It was all drawing about a trailblazer womanhood in the Old W. There were covered wagons and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her the great unwashed. She was shut down to dying and was found by these marvelous, gangling people from deep in the woods. They were living in the Alfred Hawthorne and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some things like how to moil pee to make it clean. She decided to detain with them and they ended up adopting her, making her function of their group. The book ended with her staying with them in their big caves.

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

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

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

I still could n't see him clearly. Just a muscular, grandiloquent figure with Brobdingnagian workforce. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the shadows, and I had him too. There's something cardinal and aphrodisiac about the tall, muscular people. the great unwashed ? Creatures or existence - I guess.

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

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before luminousness on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry corner in the cave and my marvelous muscular buff.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did exercises. There was a green sweet talker with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the ease of the day, looking at the amusing and napping. I think I've put on a little weight unit, the food is so undecomposed though. My dummy are a minuscule adult, my articulatio coxae too maybe. I secure not jump a workout.

A new uniform dress appeared on the tabular array yesterday. It was a trivial roomier.

Day 10

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

A kind of colorful educational tract. It had vividness drawings throughout it. The drafting were of a kind of man.

variety of a man, Sir Thomas More of a tall, slight human-like being.

The beings were tall, the book said, six substructure two to six metrical unit six, skimpy and solid, with long arms that extended down almost below their knee joint.

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

Each huge hired hand had four long fingerbreadth and one thumb. Hairless, the being's blue-gray skin was mottled with spots of different size of it and cast, like an fauna I had seen once.

What beast was that ? I couldn't remember.

The creature had broad shoulder joint and defined breast muscular tissue. Muscles were well defined everywhere on the slim creature.

The being's head was large, not entirely round but a bit angular, but there was no hair's-breadth. The center were orotund, calamitous, and spaced encompassing apart, no nose save for a couple of small yap. The mouth was full and lipless, just a long slit where a pattern mouth would be. The being had no ears, but small indenture where the ear-holes were.

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

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

Dangerous ? My wit was taking in the image, a faint old admonition device sounding.

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

Almost human.

Like any physical body book, hanging between the animate being 's legs was his penis. It looked very man, except for the tip. The headland of the penis was different, or maybe the artist had made a mistake.

I looked at the lottery of the being, and his member for a while. It looked prospicient and slender.

The point was angled and looked like it had lowly triangular flush petals around the edge, like a overweight star or daisy.

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

My pussy was tingling a little.

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

Like my dreaming ?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of row ! The improbable people from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the pamphlet out of the box of my eye, open to a drawing of the long, lean being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the grandiloquent gray man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a unremitting state of matter of dampness. My torso feels excess raw, tingly. My mammilla are so sensitive I had to perpetrate down the attire, the invariable rubbing of the material was driving me unbalanced ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

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

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of coloring drawings, it had pictures of the beingness.

THEY ARE real number !

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

The Wendigo, the Koran said, were survivor of a people that had traveled here from a upstage principal long ago, and got stranded.

They are from another star.

There was movie after motion-picture show of unlike Wendigo, their coloring, and spots unlike for each one. elusive departure in each one, like height, coloring, the width of their shoulders.

And their penis.

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

He was 6 6"the Scripture said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

The phallus 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 in in circumference."

There was a page showing the unique head, the 12 to fourteen small, fleshy compass point around the angled tip of the being's shaft. It also showed the large opening in the center of the fleshy prime, and the tumid vein running along the shaft.

The text said the fountainhead was angled for well-off entry, and the modest triangular"petal"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 Word of God down. I read every parole and looked at the pic for a recollective time.

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

I masturbated after lighting out, imagining one of the spiritual muscular brute fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the outer space of my wall as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and lean, just like the pic. I was so excited my heart was pounding. He stopped and put a big script 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 darkness so I didn't get to see his spots or colouring really, but it moved like a Cheetah. chetah ? Yes, that 's a thing.

A debauched powerful thing. Its sinew ripple when it moves.

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

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

Day 18

I see one or two of the gaunt giants a day now. They pass by, look in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by someone, but I 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 header a bit and touch the glass. They don't wear clothes of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the image and lottery I saw of their prospicient gangling bodies were nude.

Day 22

My bulwark to the right wing is filmy occasionally now. There's another char there, she 's older, maybe forties. We communicated with some helping hand signs and she said she 's been here for four century solar day. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as best she could.

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

Their tegument looks wet, but it feels dry. The tongue is unsmooth, like a cat.

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

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to have intercourse how she knew so much.

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

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

Day 23

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

Today I saw a television about Wendigo. It was basically an educational telecasting on how to make a"sexual coming upon"with one if that were to pass off.

Is that possible ? How would that happen ?

textbook appeared with the picture that explained that Wendigo had been here for a foresightful time, living in the deep wilderness. There were scads of report passed down by Native American about them.



The Wendigo, the schoolbook read, had been mating with human being female person for years.

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

It was rubber and harmless.

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

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

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

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

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

It showed a cleaning lady and Wendigo together. The plain-looking woman obediently sat on the bed, never taking her heart off of the mesomorphic Male. The huge being held her down, his long fatheaded penis was hard and dripping. His giant star paw spread her legs and his cock slipped into her. He cocked his head word and stroked her like a political machine. His farseeing member slipped into her easily and she held on to his subdivision 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 photo of joy, back talk outdoors wide.

The vid also pointed out that their semen is perch blue and the set up member secretes a lubricant they called"pre-ejaculate lubrication ”.

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

The petal of the flower-shaped head of their tool get unfluctuating and expand inside the vagina when he is secretive to orgasming, to help hold his erection in place while he 's ejaculating.

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

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

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

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

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

The mesomorphic blue-gray being slid his hitch penis out the adult female. It was still long and thick, dripping blue seed onto the woman 's second joint as the video wrapped up.

It went on about what a cleaning lady could have a bun in the oven after and before sex. The text stated that they seemed to be thrifty, considerate sexual partners,"If a woman is chosen."

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

I wanted to watch the TV again, but it ended and the filmdom went dark.

( I wrote down as a good deal as I could remember so I won't forget it ! )

Day 24

The onetime womanhood next to me had a Wendigo in her room today.

Before breakfast the wall between us became enlighten and I saw one step into her room !

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

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

I yelled"No !"as the bulwark went night and crowd my side against the glass, 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 door to open. I'm making sure as shooting I'm doing my utilisation correctly and eating everything that appears on the table.

Day 26

Received another pamphlet today.

I can only describe it as a masturbation aid.

It was filled with color and blackamoor and white photos of different fair sex having sex with Wendigo. Different military position, unlike Wendigo. It showed a char taking the farsighted, hard phallus of a small Wendigo in her mouth. The little caption read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a picture of the angular head of a Wendigo between the wide-open wooden leg of a naked woman. His natural language was snaking inside her. The caption read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the last page, intellection of that long glossa in my lip, or my pussycat.

I touched my clit lightly and I began to orgasm.

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

Day 30

Today my doorway opened.

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

As soon as it did the threshold was filled with the lithe, powerful eubstance of a large Wendigo.

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

I had been going without my uniform for a piece now, showing off my body to the enceinte forms that sometimes gathered out-of-door my room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent wall, so I knew they were set for me.

The tall being was on me in a flash and I relaxed, letting him take his way with me. His monster manus explored my soundbox for a moment, one holding a breast and the other sliding into my wet pussy. He had virtually no olfactory modality, his cutis was warm and unruffled, but thick, almost like easygoing leather.

His cock was long, midst, and erect.

His nerve was the Lapplander poker-faced human face I had seen just outside the make paries each day, except now this one was a few column inch from mine.

His mouth cracked open slightly and his tongue snaked out and I opened my back talk to let it in.

For a mo I meekly sucked on the being 's foresightful tongue as his giant finger plunged into my pussy.

His immense deal gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the side of the bed and pass around my legs capable. My pussy was cook, wet glistening. He dipped the monotonic angled head of his prick between my cunt lips and I watched the soft 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 cunt, my vagina opening up for his cock. Just like the videos.

It kept pushing in until his cock was completely interior me.

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

The impression was incredibly erotic, the whizz of being filled with this unusual shape was new to my body. I was also pallidly 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 aspect of the moment was a turn-on ; the touch of the creature, its form, its strength, it's enormous prick inside me, all most likely the Cartesian product of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

I began to build up to a climax almost immediately, and in a mo or two was spasming with an sexual climax.

He seemed to observe my turmoil, and it slowed a bit, his long concentrated dick still slowly sinking between my cunt lips, but his question was cocked slightly as his blackened eyes took in my form, writhing in pleasure under him.

The fucking continued as I shuddered long and hard, the being's pecker plunging into me over and over as huge powerful hands held my leg open.

I cupped both my tits in my hands and looked at the black eyes of the unearthly puppet that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, zero changed on its boldness as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his hanker blue/gray peter splitting me spread out, my pussy lip on either side of his glistening shaft of light. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The creature 's mouth cracked open a bit and I could see row of small tooth and his tongue emerged, long and tapered.

The lanky Wendigo made a clicking sound from deep inside his chest and held his prick oceanic abyss in me.

As he paused I could feel him begin to blunder out, his shaft pulsing, the star-head of his erection gripping the walls of my pussy to better hold his long cock deep in me.

His long duncish digit 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 wrist and felt the warm, placid skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his cock, still pumping in my slit. He held it in me for a full-of-the-moon two minutes.

I could feel his tool 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 magnanimous hand.

After a instant he pulled out and his hand left my neck opening, pausing ever so briefly on my tits.

His pecker was still a petty difficult, and the mushroom cloud head rubbed up along my thigh, gentle and smooth, leaving a trail of easy dingy cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

The door whiffed shut, as several more Wendigo gathered to peer in, then hurried off to look for an give door.

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

I didn't want to lavish, I didn't want to remove the star of him from my skin.

Day 32

Today five Wendigo fucked me before my room access whiffed closed for the final clock time. Three were one right after the other. They wait for the door to spread out, looking in while waiting their turn, 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 dick are farsighted and some are fairly thick. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of fucking, and no lube in the room. Turns out the clear, slurred precum they put out is so slick you don't need lubricant. Their hammer just drips it as soon as they get operose and it 's exceedingly slick - it gets everywhere but does n't have a odour or taste.

The beveled flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little triangle are first-rate voiced and the angle head slides right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can finger it swell in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their cock jerking like a brawniness flexing.

Day 33

heptad today. The threshold keeps them at separation so I don't feel overwhelmed. It seems to know when I'm ready for the future visitor, whiffing give to allow one in at just the right time.

Day 34

eight-spot today. Very well-worn and catch some Z's well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at different times, spaced so I'm at tip desire when the door opens. I've never been so satisfied sexually. I've had my pussy licked, been fucked with stupefy cocks, felt my torso explored by huge rum script and business firm experienced hired hand. Some of them are untested, you can severalise, they just want to cum in me.

Some are older, more go through and they really take their time.

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

Their bodies are amazing.

Yesterday goldfish, an older Wendigo with a fish-shaped dapple on his chest, came in. I can enjoin he 's older, he has some wrinkled skin and it feels thinner 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 derriere was against his rooster. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a Brobdingnagian arm around me and took a tit in his hand. The other reached down between my ramification and he inserted his two middle finger into my twat. His long duncish fingers fucked me like that for I don't know how long.

I was so unlax, laying back on his huge warm hide, his behemoth hand holding my tit, my leg splayed open full. I watched his fingers slide in and out of my puss for a farsighted while, glistening and wet. I found this highly arousing and I feel he did too.

I could learn him clicking and rumbling, and I turned my head a little. His long tongue slipped into my mouth, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his fingerbreadth relentlessly plunged into me with a wet phone. I tasted his saliva as his spit curled across mine

I came twice in the time I was being held by the mesomorphic being, shaking and quivering in ecstasy, his lingua in my mouth.

When he did get hard he just lifted me and slipped his cock into me, his huge hand on my pelvis as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big pectus, he held me there as I watched his big tool stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the fellow hotshot of being filled as the star-flower head of his hard member expanded. I could feel the elder being's turncock throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his semen. He stayed inside me for a long while, then after a bit lifted me off and laid me down.

I think he's much older than the others, and this place is gentle 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 woman is in that elbow room now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's nude statue most of the time, 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 30, all you can cerebrate about is having one fuck you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my room today. A father and a son. The youngling was learning to bonk a woman, I gather. He watched as his elderberry bush demonstrated for him, screwed me gruelling across the bed. He demonstrated to the youngling how to position his erection against my pussy lips before the older male slid it all the way in me. After fucking my puss the magniloquent elder held his rooster in me ejaculating.

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

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

The Young being was hard, and looked at me and tilted his head. His father made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the youth being 's hammer in my back talk. It did n't take foresightful and the young Wendies dick was spurting in my mouth. His cum was slick, tranquil, and slightly sweetened, with a plant life taste I could n't put my finger on. His long fingers fondled my tit the entire time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight 60 minutes.

Cristoforo Colombo came in three different fourth dimension though. I think he likes me. He has a spot that looks like a globe, so I named him Columbus.

He does give birth a dick 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 grab me and revoke me or push my peg open or defend me down.

I started playing with him, mock-resisting him and he seems to enjoy it. This is something that no former Wendie has done. He will sometimes put his long fingers around my neck opening 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 Loretta Young Wendie, I may have been his first. He started spurting as he began to enter me, like a horse. I took ahold of his long cock as he watched and guided it into me so he could finish. He has a asteroid spot on his chest.

He finished squirting inside me and held his cock ( pretty thick 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 40 transactions. She held onto the desk and the incline muscular being got in behind her with a pretty big shaft.

I could see her boob jiggling as he stroked her like a machine, his expressionless nerve turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their reflection of the polish wall - the bulwark inside her elbow room must have been dark-skinned.

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

Finally, he put his huge hands on her coxa and held his cock in trench, I knew he was pumping her full of his cum.

I could see her sassing moving as she talked to the big blue/gray scantling pressing in tight behind her, running his immense paw 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 improbable Wendie did pull out I watched a foresighted stream of his seminal fluid stream from her, stretching from her twat to the floor.

She stayed there, hands on the desk, her twat draining cum, waiting for another sinewy extraterrestrial being to fuck her, but the door shut behind the exiting flesh.

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 wall go clean-cut so I can watch and learn something. Each sentence I see something concern or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbor that there are times I can see them but their paries is dark on the other side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new miss face-off a Wendigo for the first time. I'm not sure what was awry but she seemed panic-struck of the big, fibrous male. The being was not deterred by her screaming and simply took her, opened her legs, and inserted his long cock. After a few strokes she passed out and the muscular gray being continued plunging his big thing into her, her physical structure flopping like a rag dolly.

I watched until he finished, holding his hammer deep in her as they all do, pumping her full of his silky gloomy cum. Then he pulled out and left her limp on the bed. Before she woke my bulwark went dark.

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex acts. Wow. The days melt one into the other. After breakfast and utilisation, I get naked and postponement for the first of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the glass already, looking in, waiting for my door to puff open. If I'm really horny I'll ride them, showing them my tits, or flashing my twat.

Occasionally one or two will get knockout 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 watch on the left or right hand of me.

By the following day, I'm dying for my door to afford and to get fucked.

Day 55

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

They must consume adjusted the meds for the pall girl following door, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a immature Wendigo just before my door opened and I got in use. She appeared to be having a very forte, acute climax as the huge being took her doggy style on her big bed. Three more were waiting outside her doorway, intently watching the first one stroke her. As soon as he was done the future one took her rose hip in his big handwriting and slid his putz in. She didn't motility except to wiggle her stern a little. I could see her manus was fussy between her legs.

commodity for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

I'm not showing yet, but I have morning nausea and my breast are tender.

I'm not sure which one it was, but Columbus keeps coming by to check on me, looking in at me.

I estimate I've had sex with about 30 different Wendigo, but he seems to know something.

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

My door seems to have limited the bit of Wendigo that can make out me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After identification 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 Columbus'babe. He's the just one they let into my room. Often he wants to bang, 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 best to take care of him. He stays sometimes, one goliath handwriting on my belly, as he stands there make vibrant sounds and rumbling.

Day 180

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

I still bonk it. It's unlike now ; I love carrying his child.

Even now, fat with a child, I love the look and flavor of the slender muscular organism. Somehow, I was made to see them and hope them as intimate beings.

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

Day 185

There's a new cleaning lady following door. She looks young, XX or so. I've seen a few like her, a run-away probably. She looks a piffling skinny.

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

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

Have a biscuit, have a shake.

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

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

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

And in a few hebdomad, her door will take a hop spread, and tall, lithe, voracious being will fuck her mental capacity out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to receive that she'll be staring at photos, watching picture with her big blue eye open wide-cut, masturbating constantly, showing her little mammilla to the dark center peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. constant sex.

She'll want goose egg else by that time. She'll be dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, wishing for it, blaze, she'll be praying for it.

Like I did.

The next thing she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her down stroking her puss. 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 watch her first fuck.

I call her"Shorty ”.

Day190

Blondie is pregnant now.

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

I've had Big John dozens of times. He's a tall, nearly completely black Wendigo with a boastfully stopcock. I've seen many Wendie turncock, and he is one of the biggest.

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

Most Wendigo except the new ones are somewhere between eight and nine inches. Some are thick, and some are slim.

I loved watching Big John fuck her, as Blondie 's picket hide is such a nice contrast to the huge being. He would almost always bear her down on the bed with his Brobdingnagian manpower, with her pale legs widely open, and pound her. She loved it.

Now he's a careful Dad lover, coming in once a day to gently have it away her until he cums.

Day 211

Shorty got her first today.

It was about time. The young brunette was climbing the rampart, masturbating a few times a day, leaflet in hand. I saw her showing her small cycle bosom and her pussy to the Wendigo gathered outside.

She was definitely ready.

A melt off gray-blue Wendigo was first in the room access as it opened. She was already down on her knees, licking and sucking the big muscular guy 's member. He just wanted her puss though, and lifted her and put her down across the bed, spread her branch, and slipped it in.

I could see her grimace when her first fuck-monster cock started to stroke her.

It was pure cloud nine, mouth wide heart-to-heart, hands holding her tits.

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

The Young daughter was flexible, pulling her legs back so her feet were over her fountainhead, her pussy laid bare for the muscular being's turncock.

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

I always enjoy watching the lithe existence ejaculate into a woman - it has limited meaning to me now that I'm pregnant - but seeing his long gray cock impulse, 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 foresightful 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 penis into her rima oris and suck him for a bit, the tall fauna standing and looking down at the Lester Willis Young missy.

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

Eventually, he moved to the door.

She lay there on the big bed for a long while. The room access of her room was closed. On your first day, you only get one, no matter how much you want another.

Day 250

I went into proletariat today, and the walls of my room went dark and I heard a hushing 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 fiddling sick. I guess I had the baby. I wonder what he looks like.

Day 251

The baby is delivered to me via the table-door a few time a day for me to suckle him. He's a Wendigo, nothing human being about him. I guess the alien DND overwrites any homo code, so basically, I was a carrier for Cristobal Colon'offspring.

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

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a human, so I get to feed him a few times a day until he's expectant. His daddy picket me nurse the young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to get laid me. If I'm busy with the baby he leaves.

Day 270

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

Day 275

I watched Columbus fucking the unseasoned brunette young lady in the room to the left field of mine. She's new, and I'm sure enough she'll give him a substantial boy if he gets her pregnant.

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

I like him.

He comes in with the same emotionless boldness as the rest, his cock hard and dripping. We fuck in his front-runner position, me against the paries, his immense hands around my ribcage holding me up.

I swear he's watching my nipple bounce and looking me in the eye as he fucks me. He likes to run his tongue and slip it into my rima oris so I can gently soak up 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 huge script over my physical structure, feeling my big nipple, slipping a prospicient finger's breadth in my cunt until I'm cumming.

There are a few that enjoy making a cleaning woman climax, and Florida seems to like doing that to me.

He seems to enjoy watching me convulse, the look on my face.

goldfish still comes in, and Starfish, pointer, Saturn, and his son Flower.

Day 500

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

I was carrying Florida's child until a few weeks ago.

Florida 's child is done nursing and my second Wendigo is off to wherever they go.

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

In a few solar day, my doorway will start opening again. The social movement wall is clear today, some of my front-runner are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed sea star and arrow my teat. arrow got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The constant quantity bombination of sex, the anticipation, the orgasms, the staying power of the Wendigo, their farseeing tool, rope-like brawn, vast hands, long glossa, and their silent relentless desire for my body.

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

I 've been here 500 daytime.

On 180 of those daytime, I had an average of 8 sojourn a day. That's 1440 visits.

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

For the first three month of your maternity, the routine of sojourn is limited to three. 90 day, twice, or 180 daytime. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my door to fuck me in the first three months I'm pregnant.

For the last three calendar month of pregnancy, the limit is a day-after-day visit 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 Day

That 's 2040 cups of silky racy Wendigo semen.

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

Roughly.

Once stopping point week all the walls went well-defined, and I could see century of rooms like mine, stretching off to the left and right as far as I could see. Hundreds of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A willing sex cooperator in each elbow room.

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

Praying for it.

After she arrived Shorty the new young woman was trying to ask me why through the crystalise paries. Why was this happening ? Who was doing it ?

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

My only thought is the next tall, brawny Wendigo coming through my door to have sex me, my future orgasm, my following child.

Everything else is taken care of.

Have a bottleful of water, stay 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 garner day-by-day unveiling from Subject 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

Subject is currently on Day 920.

Offspring ; 4

Status : Highly active voice

Popularity with Male subject field : High

Recommendation : 5 per day

Outlook : Active until latterly 30s

dosage : Continue current spirit level

Notes : Continue monitoring internal secretion degree. retirement upon climacteric .