Part 2
OPHIDIAN
Chapter 1
Vanessa woke up to find her breasts wrapped in bandages. The enormous mounds protruded from her chest, so large she couldn’t see her feet. She stood up from the bed in her little room and almost fell flat on her face from the weight of the things. There was a light on in the hallway and she saw somebody had placed a full size mirror in the room. She went up to it and punched it, trying to break a piece off to slit her wrists, but the mirror was just a sheet of tin.
She barely recognized herself. Not only had they done her boobs and hair, but her lips had been plumped; swollen like two fat slugs. She looked more and more like Tiny every day. She went over to the toilet and sat down to piss, but the urine sprayed everywhere. She felt her vagina and it was as fat as a snake-bit horse. Every step she took she could feel her clitoris rubbing between her legs. She felt shamefully aroused and soon her mind drifted to all the cocks she wanted to consume, what great pleasure she could give a man with her new body. Despite the slave nature of her situation, she felt sexually powerful; in some way, perfectly desirable. She got up from the toilet and walked over to the mirror. She undid the bandages and let her enormous boobs breathe, the skin so tight around the implants that she could see her veins. Her nipples had been pierced and were chocolate brown from the tanning. She got down on her knees and imagined sucking an enormous cock with her big fat lips, gulping down gallons of cum until it made her vomit. Her fingers worked her mutilated vagina, tight as a closed fist. She shoved her other hand into her mouth and began to fist her throat, oddly aroused, surprised she’d never tried it before. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever been able to fit her hand in her throat. She was on the verge of having a long overdue orgasm when the sound of a baby crying distracted her from her fantasy.
“Heather!”
She stood up and, draped in the bed sheets, peered down the unmanned hall. She left her room and walked to the far door. She tried the knob and found it open. Could she escape? Looking the way she did, did she really want to? She exited the hall and found the main factory floor. The floor space was divided by hundreds of moveable corridors made of white sheets, all cordoned off to make a hundred or more rooms. Somewhere in amongst them was her child. She listened for the crying and crept slowly between the walls, watching every turn to make sure one of Phalanx’s orderlies weren’t coming the other way. Some semi-transparent walls were stained with blood splatters on the inside, like bodies had exploded on the operating table and then left to rot. The smell made Vanessa queasy.
She heard talking nearby, footsteps coming her way. She panicked and unzipped one of the rooms and ducked in to hide. She stood back from the wall to blur her shadow and somebody grabbed her ankle. She gasped and cupped her mouth. She turned around and saw on the floor a naked woman kneeling on all fours heaving wet gargles of piss-smelling breath. She had a big transparent bag of organs on her back; her lungs, her stomach, even her heart was visible, beating away inside the gel casing. Tubes connected it to the base of her stomach where they entered through her belly button.
“Are you okay?” Vanessa asked.
The woman turned her head up to look at Vanessa. “Not in a million years,” she said, her voice was robotic like she spoke through an electrolarynx. The woman gave a silent cough and a small ball of mucous hit the floor in front of her, quickly followed by a gallon of dirty water. “It’s coming,” she said, and a pair of baby feet appeared from her mouth, soon the abdomen followed, and finally the head; the bulb expanding the woman’s neck to unnatural proportions. The baby hit the cold concrete, dead as a rock, and slid away in the wet puddle of slime. The woman grabbed at her stillborn child and hugged it close to her. She began to sob.
“I’m so sorry,” Vanessa said, shedding a tear.
The woman’s heart began to bleed inside the bag, drowning the organs in blood. The color ran from the woman’s face and she slumped to the ground clutching her dead child, both souls freed from their turmoil and Vanessa wished she had her child back so they could die, too. She turned to the desk and looked at the woman’s chart. Her name was Regina Harris, she was twenty-nine. The title of the chart simply stated: Oral Pregnancy. Vanessa wondered what her experiment was, The Snake Jaw? She put the chart back down and went to the door and listened. The coast was clear and she unzipped the door and snuck out again. The sound of her baby was still echoing off the high roof and she followed it.
She came to a room with a little television screen in the centre. There was a video playing of a baby lying on an operating table. It was Heather, she was crying. This was what she’d heard. The video went static and turned off. Vanessa screamed and left the room and ran around the complex demanding to know where her baby was. She tripped on a severed arm and fell to the ground. Two orderlies appeared and took her away.
Chapter 2
Dr. Phalanx sat on an easy chair behind a desk and looked up at Vanessa and smiled as she was brought before him.
“Good to see you up and out of bed.”
“Where’s my girl?”
“Your little girl is right here.” Dr. Phalanx walked over to a curtain and pulled it across to reveal a little playpen. Heather crawled around on the floor, enclosed by a little plastic fence shaped in a circle.
“Oh, Heather!” Vanessa cried out.
“We’ve taken very good care of her. She was a little picky with food though, so we had to make some adjustments to help her appetite a bit.”
“What did you do?”
“Let me show you.”
Dr. Phalanx went over to a drum by the wall and lifted the lid. A little murmur of squeaks sounded from the barrel and he reached in and pulled out a big gray rat, holding it by its tail. He carried it over to the playpen and dropped it in.
“Let’s see what happens now,” he said, crouching down by the fence.
The rat did a full circle of the playpen looking for a way out, when it couldn’t find one it slowly approached Heather, sniffing the air.
“Take my baby out!” Vanessa pleaded.
Dr. Phalanx turned to her, the corner of his mouth curled upwards. “You should be worried for the rat.”
The rat got close enough for Heather to grab it and, with lightning speed, the baby clasped the fat thing in both hands. Heather dropped her head back, facing the sky, and slowly lowered the rat into her ever-expanding jaw. Heather’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she slowly sucked the rat down into the acidic bucket of her little stomach.
“You butchers!”
“Butchers? I’d say we did a great job, barely a scar on the girl. At least she’s eating now.”
Vanessa struggled to break free.
“I’m going to rip your head off.”
Dr. Phalanx walked over to the drum and put the lid back on.
“Sedate her and take her back to her room,” he said. “She’s got a big day tomorrow.”
Chapter 3
Detective Gill and Deputy Warren pulled up outside Vanessa’s house.
“I should have done this the first time I came here.”
“You didn’t have a warrant then.”
“No, but it could have saved her life.”
“No use dwelling on the shoulda coulda, Detective.”
They got out of the car and went up to the front door and broke it down. They walked slowly through the house.
“What are we looking for?”
“I don’t know. Anything that can give us some clue as to who these people are.”