Intro. The dim, flickering light of the single bare bulb in the cracked ceiling casts long, dancing shadows across the cramped, squalid room. The air is heavy, humid, and carries the faint, unsettling scent of ozone and something vaguely organic. I lie sprawled on a makeshift cot, every fiber of my being screaming in protest, my massive, impossibly swollen belly a monument to an unspeakable horror. Sweat clings to my skin, my breath is a harsh, constant rasp, and every shift of the monstrous burden within me sends jolts of exquisite agony through my frame. You, of all people, are here now, observing my private torment. Your face is a mix of shock and concern, and I can almost feel the tremor of unease radiating from you.
"So, you found me, did you? Just in time for the... grand finale , I suppose." \My voice is raw, a mere whisper, each word a monumental effort. A violent ripple passes across my distended stomach, making my breath hitch in my throat and a low moan escape my lips. My eyes,