Close Encounters of the 3rd cock - Love, and alien anal probes. (Futa / Male)

Story by nothingmore

My second try at this. Maybe I’ll start to get better, who knows. The story so far is comprised of a few journal entrees. The basis is a little cheesy, as is the story, but that didn’t stop me :D

Warning: Contains (alien) futa on male, rape, excessive cum, inflation, guro (some gore, but no death).

My name is Jim, I’m 35 and divorced, and I live in a tiny town just north of Anchorage called Wasilla, where I work on an advisory committee at a local branch of the Alaska USA Federal Credit Union. In other words my job is utter bullshit, but I digress. For the past month I have been plagued by a series of vivid nightmares. The exhaustion that I’ve been experiencing throughout the day has taken a toll on my job performance, so I have started seeing a therapist to help me work through this problem. His first suggestion was that I begin a dream journal to start logging my experiences. While I still have my doubts and tend to think this whole part of my “therapy” is a bag of malarkey, my psychologist was correct on one account. I tend to have a better recollection of events immediately after waking. Either way, I figure that at the very least this exercise couldn’t hurt, but if it helps me pinpoint the problem, all the better.

First entry: Feb 8, 2012

The time is 4:45AM, Wednesday morning. I just woke up about 10 minutes ago, and I’m still not fully awake. I'm groggy, my sheets are soaked in sweat, I feel like I'm running a little hot, and I feel like a bag of assholes. It took a few minutes just to gather my wits enough to find my laptop and open Word. The last thing I remember is a foot.

I was lying face up on a cold table, and though I don’t explicitly remember seeing any restraints, I was nonetheless paralyzed. What I do remember was commotion. Blurry figures were hastily moving around above me, but I couldn't seem to focus on any of them long enough to figure out what they were doing or why they were there. I felt like I was just waking from a deep coma, my level of awareness and ability for comprehension had certainly seen better days. The little focus that I could muster was soon directed at my immediate situation. Along with my disorientation, I had an overwhelming sense of dread, and, well, fullness. I was already full and getting fuller. That was the first physical sensation that registered. I felt myself growing in a most nonsensical way. Nerve endings somewhere within my core were awakening to an unfamiliar bloating sensation, stirring my insides as if I'd chugged a couple liters of cream soda to wash down a box of alka seltzer. It continued for what could have been moments or an eternity, my sense of passing time was also amiss. Imminently, the “growing” feeling reached a painful threshold, and all at once, the surmounting pressure was modulated by a new sensation of dull, warm pain. That’s when I looked down to locate the source of the trouble. It took a moment to focus my vision well enough to figure out where things looked to be going wrong. In my stupefied, half-numb daze, I made note of… something, haphazardly sticking through my chest right below the sternum. It looked absurd, and fleshy; as if someone had managed to kick their bare foot right through my ribcage. I experienced some pain, but nothing to warrant the horrifying situation that was unfolding before me. As my vision further cleared, I also noted that nothing looked right about the state of affairs occurring elsewhere around my abdomen. In addition to this spazzing foot, or whatever it was, boring a hole through the top of my stomach, it appeared as if my waistline had been replaced by that of some lard-addicted Walmart dwelling creature nearly 3 times my size. I had gone from a 32 to a 52 inch waist size at a moment’s notice. Although it clearly made no sense, it seemed as if the owner of this foot was still trying to kick it further through me. Indeed, I could barely make out someone below me with an extended leg, but the angles were all wrong. Was I on an operating table? What sort of horribly unlikely accident could have occurred that somehow resulted with someone's leg impaling me? How were they going to explain this one in the obituaries? My whole body methodically jerked up and down as it emerged a good half-a-foot (pun intended) outside of my ribcage, before quickly retreating back inside. Around the rim of the blunt foot-thing was a horrific mixture of blood frothing with some thick substance, working its way outside of my body. It looked as if the appendage-thing was plugging the neck of a volcano that was desperately trying to erupt. And suddenly, it did. This misplaced appendage (I’m pretty sure it wasn't a foot now) once again pushed out, and as it promptly grew from a size 12 to a size 14, everything erupted: My stomach, the foot-thing, my brain. All went black, and that’s when I w

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