My name is Gwen. For the last two and a half years, I’ve spent my days working at Baewulf, a privately owned and funded research facility in Antarctica. I work as maintenance, doing mostly simple things like replacing lights, basic plumbing, things like that. All of the more serious stuff was taken care of by my supervisor, Jason.
Although the facility is quite large, it’s staffed primarily by only a few dozen people. It’s a rather remote location, so we all live on site. The work conditions can be harsh, as expected, but the pay is phenomenal. The food and living expenses are all taken care of, so the idea is to work here for a couple of years or so, and take your bounty back home and live comfortably off of it for as long as you like. Or get another job when you get home, and have something you can fall back on. At least, that WAS the plan.
About a week ago, the lights went out. Now there are, of course, contingency plans for things like this. There are back up generators loaded with enough fuel to last about a week or so. These are supposed to be the best generators money can buy, but something is definitely wrong. Sometimes, the power will flicker, or shut off entirely for up to a few hours. This, even under the worst conditions, is not supposed to happen.
The reason this hasn’t been corrected yet is because of the way the doors work. Now, you’re probably wondering why I never mentioned exactly what we were researching here. The truth is, I’m not entirely sure. Any time I’d ask, I’d get some generic response about changes to the environment, or research regarding the weather. This was usually followed with a look that told me to stop asking so many questions. Normally, I’d be out of this loony bin a long time ago. But leaving Antarctica is not easy. That, and the fact that the pay was close to ten times the average for what I was doing made me carry on under the assumption that I’d be leaving soon anyways, so I could endure this weirdness a little bit longer.
Now, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get home.
The doors in this place require various levels of security access. That, coupled with the fact that the security system seemed to be going absolutely nuts, made traversing the facility incredibly difficult and also, incredibly dangerous. My key card gives me access to most of the facility during an emergency. Being maintenance has its perks. The issue is that even with security clearance, sometimes the doors wouldn’t open. It would either be a power issue, or something causing the security system to not recognize my card. On day two of these random blackouts, I got stuck between two doors as they refused to let me through. This left me curled up on the floor, panicking, as there was no way for me to escape and no access to food or water in the specific section of hallway I was trapped in. Luckily, about 8 hours later, one of them opened and I wasted no time in slipping through.
And that has been this entire week so far. My goal was to slowly make my way towards the room the generators were storied in so I could see what was going on, refuel them, and possibly get this place back in a somewhat functional state so we could take stock on damages to the building and what caused it. I was surviving mostly off of random vending machines and water fountains scattered amongst the halls. Thankfully, the fountains also had emergency reservoirs of water stored in them, so even if access to running water was cut, there was enough to last a little while. The vending machines were old fashioned, as there was no use for money here so most things could be freely taken from them. If one didn’t work, I smashed out the glass and took what I needed. I’m sure I could explain the need to survive over the cost of a broken vending machine once all of this was resolved. I avoided stepping into rooms without clear access to these things, as one random door close could be a death sentence and there wasn’t much in them anyways as I was currently making my way through the living quarters.
Through this entire week so far, I hadn’t met a single other person, which would normally be quite odd for a facility of this size. But like I said, there aren’t too many employees here, and when the power cut off, it was around the time most would be in their respective labs anyways. So it wasn’t particularly unusual that nobody was in their room. Today, that changed.
As I slid my card, listening for any indication that the next door was receiving power, I heard a loud banging next to me. This startled me quite a bit, as all I’ve heard so far were the hums of generators, and the soft sound of electronically controlled doors sliding open and closed.
I looked next to me, and saw the door to one of the rooms in the living quarters. I stood a moment, silent, before hearing three more load knocks coming from that door. I quickly shuffled over and held my card up to the scanner in front of the door, before pausing.
Why would someone be in their room right now? Everyone should have been out, working on their respective research and projects. The only reason I was over here was because I was called over to replace a few light bulbs today. I hesitated, and began weighing my options.
If I didn’t open the door, and there was someone there, they would most certainly perish. But if I did, and this person had ill intentions, there was no way for me to properly defend myself in such a small area. I’m a fairly small woman, living off of mostly crackers and tap water currently, definitely not strong enough to hold back a ruthless attacker who was probably bigger than me.
I stood there for a few minutes, before finally deciding that the chances of me inadvertently killing one of my colleagues by not opening this door was significantly higher than there being a murderer on the other side. With shaking hands, I reached over and pressed my card against the scanner.
The door beeped, then opened straight away. Which was kind of surprising, as even the doors that worked had rarely opened gracefully, usually stuttering several times. The room in front of me was pitch black, which wasn’t too surprising. Although I definitely expected someone to be standing on the other end. My flash light had died yesterday, as constant darkness meant that I required it more and more, so there was no way for me to gather any information from the hallway. I stood there a moment, again debating on my next course of action, when I smelled something.. sweet. Almost like cherry blossoms, but extremely overbearing. It was clearly coming from the room in front of me. It smelled so incredibly familiar, that I took a moment to try to place it, taking deep breaths over and over.
Suddenly, I felt a trickle run down my leg. Had I peed myself?! I looked down at the wet spot starting at my crotch moments before it hit me.
I quickly took off my pants, almost tearing them in the process. My underwear wasn’t so lucky, as I ripped it straight off my body. I laid down right there in the hallway, vigorously working my fingers into my now soaked pussy. I started with one but quickly made room for three, before finally taking the butt of my flashlight and stuffing it inside of me. With my other hand, I squeezed at my breasts through my shirt as I violently stuffed myself over and over. I was so entranced with my own ruthless self loving, that I didn’t even notice the shadow pass over me. My vision was foggy and my brain felt like mashed potatoes, but when I felt a pressure on my lips, I opened my mouth, ready to accept anything that was offered to me. A moment later, I felt something warm press into my mouth and begin making its way down my throat. Normally, I’d have gagged by now but it was as if my gag reflex was completely gone, as I felt them push in and out of my throat, causing it to visibly expand outwards for every thrust.
Drool dripped down my face as I continued to absent mindedly fuck myself with my flashlight. Soon though, even that wasn’t enough, as I pulled it out and started to press my entire fist into my now gaping pussy. I was already really close to orgasming, but the moment I felt the pop of my fist finally making its way inside of me, I completely lost control. My hips shot up as I squirted hard, pressing my fist in and out of me as fast as I could as I reached the most satisfying orgasm of my entire life. Just then, I felt a warm liquid flood my throat, not even giving me a chance to try to spit it out as it shot straight into my stomach. This went on for several minutes, an inhuman amount of cum flooding my guts. The entire time, my orgasm persisted, causing me not to question anything that was going on or struggle. Most of my muscles were spasming, but I managed to take my hand and press it against my belly. I was so bloated, I could pass for being 5 months pregnant.
After what felt like an eternity, I felt the flow of cum slow down to a trickle. As soon as I felt what was most certainly a cock pull out of my mouth, everything went dark.
I awoke an unknown amount of time later, my mouth feeling incredibly dry and my body filled with an unbearably strong desire to urinate. My mind was still boggled, but I managed to crawl towards a wall to sit up. My stomach hurt. My vision was blurry for a moment, but quickly began to clear up as I kept breathing. I looked over towards the door that I opened, and noticed it was now shut tight. I gathered a view of my surroundings. Everything looked normal. Memories started to come back to me, but I still didn’t believe them. Most likely, it was all a dream caused by my lack of proper nutrition.
That was, until I looked down.
I noticed two things right away. One was that I was no longer wearing my work uniform. I was barely clothed at all, in fact. I had a black bra on that was WAY too tight, and black panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Aside from that, my breasts were HUGE. I easily went up two bra sizes over night. And I was already pretty busty. Upon closer inspection, I noticed strange symbols on my underwear that I didn’t recognize. When I finally stood up, I almost stumbled over from the new weight added to my front end. I continued inspecting myself for any other changes, but without a mirror, I couldn’t see my face. I ran my hands up and down my body, trying my best to feel for anything else that might be wrong. It definitely felt like my hips had gotten a little wider, and my butt felt more jiggly than usual, but it was possible that was all in my head.
It took several minutes to settle down, before I finally decided to do a little investigating to try to find my old clothes. Unfortunately for me, they were nowhere to be found.
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