She regretted everything. She cursed the day she met that handsome rogue, who won her over with his simple charm. She had been so taken with him that she slipped easily into his bed.
She remembered the fury with which he had mounted her, pounding her full of new sensations, joining them together in animalistic bliss.
He rode her till she was weak in the legs, and she was left amazed by the pleasures life could hold.
But now it had all gone wrong. In the midst of their wild ecstasy he had done something to her. He had filled her with something truly terrible.
Since then she had been kept in captivity, by two tall, gangly creatures that towered over her. They frightened her, although they never did her any harm.
They mostly brought food to sate her increasingly ravenous hunger.
Weeks went by and she tore through food faster than her captors could bring it. They always watched her, and tittered about in words she couldn't understand.
Meanwhile that beast she had once loved ran about the room, smiling and cuddling her. He remained as handsome as ever, while she ballooned to a grotesque size. Soon she couldn't move at all.
She wondered what horror was growing inside her.
Then, one night, it happened. A pain tore through her like she couldn't describe. It felt as though her loins were being pried open with fiery-hot pincers.
She howled into the night as her genitals were gaped open so wide the flesh tore and blood leaked onto the floor. But the pain was not as bad as the sound.
The sound of whatever had been growing inside her, as it clawed its way out. A shrieking, mewling growl pierced the cold air in her prison.
The sound got louder. As the agony drew on, a cacophony of grotesque howls filled the air. She dared not look at what creatures were producing such a sound.
She dared not think about the terror that had been growing inside her. And eventually, the pain ended, and she collapsed on the floor, broken and bloody.
Her legs were deformed from the strain they had endured, and her abdomen was an amorphous mass of loose flesh. And everywhere were the cries.
She couldn't see what was crawling around her.
Through her tears she could only make out the shape of one of her towering captors, pacing excitedly back and forth, muttering something in his own language.
Finally he exclaimed, "By golly! A hundred and one!"