Log Entry #109

Log entry #109

"The thing is fully grown. I scanned myself today. It's huge—a fully formed brain in my guts. I can sense something, someone inside me flickering with moments of conscious life. I feel like I'm dreaming, or sleepwalking. My thoughts are cloudy, and I have… urges.

"I've never been, how should I say this, romantically 'active.' I rarely ever looked at another human being like that. I didn't think I was capable of it. Science was my only passion, you know? All my life, I was alone. But now? Now I can't stop imagining… seeing these long, throbbing, veiny… oh gosh, I can't believe I'm thinking like this. No matter what I do, I can't shake the desire to suck, and make love to… to… cock. There I said it.” Shame burns bright red on my face but somehow I feel slightly relieved.

"I need to document this; yes, that is the only reason I am confessing. It's definitely not because I can't hold in the urge to shout and cry out to be filled. Heh heh..” I chuckle nervously.

“No. Never that.”

"Wait, filled? I am so tired and hot. I need that damn computer to hurry and solve this soon."

I pause, feeling a wave of shame and confusion wash over me. The urges are overpowering, and I struggle to focus on anything else. "Signing off."

With a sigh, I turn off the computer, my mind racing with the conflicting thoughts and desires that have taken hold.