The night started as a typical Friday in the small, historic town of Fairmont. A town where everyone knew everyone else and secrets were more coveted than gold. As a freshman at the local college, I dove into my newfound freedom like a starved woman at a buffet. Tonight was supposed to be just another night, filled with laughter and reminiscing.

But as I walked home that night, the moon hidden behind the thick cloud cover, I was blissfully unaware that my life was about to be Sherman’s Army to Fairmont’s peaceful existence.

I observed the strange light as it sliced through the dense foliage, and my traitorous body was lifted from the ground as if by an invisible hand. My mind was a whir of thoughts, the majority of them irrational and incredibly terrified.

My captors were not what I expected. Seven feet tall, their bodies were bulging with powerful, toned muscle. But the most striking and horrifying feature was their crotches. Not just one, but two massive phalluses jutted out, waiting to be used and abused.

I felt the cold metal of the bed beneath me, and my body refused to obey as my mind screamed at me to run, to thrash, to do anything. But I was frozen, my eyes wide with terror, my gaze forward, unable to look away from what was to come.

From the shadows, the thickset figure emerged, his eyes devouring my waiting body. He was like the others, an alien male brimming with a lust that made my breath catch in my throat. His wide fingers danced along the hem of my shirt, pulling it up, revealing my quivering stomach. I wanted to cry, to beg for mercy, but my captor was not a man of words.

The words were unnecessary as the first phallus ripped into me, the thick intrusion stretching me wider than anything ever had before. I moaned, my voice a meek, pained cry against the multithorned invader. It surged forward, filling me in a blistering, heart-stopping second.

The pleasure that answered was unexpected, a slow, treacherous burn that welled up from the pit of my stomach, radiating out and down between my legs. The pain was indescribable, but so too was the pleasure that washed away the tears and the fear.

The second one was nothing like the first. It wasn’t a slow, gentle push that opened me up; it was an unrelenting, brutal force that tore into me as if it wanted to rip me apart from the inside out. The sound that ripped from my throat was equal parts terror, pleasure, and pain, but the silence in the room gobbled it up.

My body, my own betraying body, opened up and swallowed the second intrusion whole, the now familiar burn overtaking me. I felt the thick heads of the two cocks brush and slide against each other, separated by mere inches of my inflamed, abused flesh.

And then he began to move.

He was a man possessed, his thick fingers leaving bruises on my breast and my hips as he held me in place. He thrust in time, one cock filling me as the other retreated, only to have the retreating cock surge forward as the other pulled back.

A kaleidoscope of color exploded behind my clenched lids, and I felt my body hurtling over the edge, free-falling into an orgasm that halved me. I was no longer myself; I was an animal that had learned to fly, soaring high on the rush of the wind. And then the free-fall came to an abrupt halt, slamming me back into reality.

My back arched, my body trembling with the power of what was to come. The first hot spurt of his release slammed into me, the force of it stealing my breath. I felt my eyes roll back, my body convulsing as he continued to pump into me, filling me up with his cum.

And then, just as suddenly as the cocks had been shoved into me, they were pulled free, leaving me gasping, empty.

The room was silent, the low hum of the spacecraft the only sound. I drifted, my mind blurry and filled with cotton, as if I were floating high above my own head, watching the scene unfold. And then my body began to shake, the tremors wracking me from head to toe, shaking me to my very core.

The morning sun sliced through the heavy curtains of my dorm room, glaringly bright and unforgiving. It was as if the sun knew that I had been irrevocably changed, that a creature now inhabited my body, a creature that would alter the course of my life forever.

My roommate Chelsie was a chatterer. Normally I would have given her a half-hearted smile, indulging her in her mindless conversations that were her own form of therapy. But today I had no smile, no patience.

Her laughter shook me out of my reverie, dragging my focus to her. And before I could stop it, the bile rose up, gushing out of me in a torrent. The acid burned my throat, my mouth, and my nose, a physical parallel to the mental and emotional agony I felt.

She was talking to me, her hand on my arm, but I couldn’t make out the words, my mind locked down, focused on the nightmare that was to come.

The bathroom was once a sanctuary, a place where I could focus on the mundane – my reflections, doing my makeup, washing my face. And now it was a place where the secrets of the night before would be revealed. I could feel it, the bulging of my stomach, the swelling of the life inside me. It was an impossibility, an abomination, but a testament to the truth that I had been well and truly fucked by another species.

No one would believe me, that much I knew. But as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my hand moved to the swollen mound, and my fears were confirmed. I was pregnant – not just a little bit, but fully, terrifyingly pregnant.

I had been abducted, used as a receptacle for an alien being’s lust, and now I would be forced to bring the monstrous offspring into the world. No one would believe me, but as the college town was abuzz with the news of a missing student, it seemed plausible that Fairmont would soon be besieged by the visitors from another world, and I would be their unwilling ambassador, their beacon.

No one could know the truth behind the nine-month baby bump that now adorned my previously toned stomach. The secret was mine and mine alone, a Le Brandt’s secret that would bring untold pain and misery to my life.

And so, as the town of Fairmont gossiped about the missing student and pondered the strange occurrences, I was destined to remain the quiet girl, the one who kept to herself, hiding the largest secret of all behind her baby bump.