[P] And there's nothing he can do about it.

Krin runs, not really caring where he's going. All that matters is putting as much distance between himself and the tower as he can. The wave of exhaustion catches him by surprise, sending him stumbling and collapsing among the bushes. He watches helplessly as his belly swells even further. He can see the things inside him moving beneath his skin, writhing their way toward freedom.

He grunts, taken by surprise as his muscles spasm, pushing his burden downward. The movement inside him shifts, following the guiding pressure of a second spasm. He can't see it, but he can feel the stretching in his asshole as the first creature stretches it wide, slowly oozing out of him.

His heart skips a beat when he hears someone singing over the sound of his own labored breathing. He clenches his teeth and struggles to quiet his panting. If anyone found him like this, he'd be completely at their mercy...

Another contraction forces the first sticky slime creature free all at once, along with all the air in his lungs in a loud moan of mingled pain and pleasure. "Nnnng-AAHHH!"

He manages to limply turn his head toward the source of the singing, heart pounding. Stars, don't let anyone see me like this...

[P] I try to keep quiet enough to avoid her attention. 1d20 (1) + CAU 4 - HRN 4 = 1. Goddamnit!

[GM] She'll roll at disadvantage due to the storm. 2d20 (13, 15) + CAU 4 = 17. She hears you.