Locked away in a damp, dirty cell.

A drop of water splashed onto Althea's cheek. "Huh?" her voice croaked, hoarse from a medley of screaming, dehydration, and worm-laden kisses. She licked her lips, but grimaced at the sour taste. Judging by the cool puddle gathered on the floor beneath her cheek, and the sopping wet green robes clinging to her young, pregnant body, the priestess had been lying **** for quite a while. "Where am I now?" she groaned softly and slowly blinked. Darkness. In the nearly nonexistent light, Althea made out the rough surface of unworked stone near her. A wall? And two others. The light seemed to be coming from beneath a heavy wooden door at the opposite end of her small, 15-foot square cell. As if alerted to her awakening, the ripening wretch stirred in her inflated womb. She felt the thing slosh about with a playful energy, as if expressing its giddy enjoyment at the poor girl's baleful predicament. "Ungh--Stop fussing already," Althea sought to put it out of her mind, but she discovered that was impossible when she tried to sit up. Despite no longer feeling full of undead ogre cum, Althea's belly had noticeably grown. By now she looked to be near full-term with twins.

Its ponderous bulk weighed heavy; like a fat, squirming bag of eels pinned atop her stomach. Her hand shakily reached toward the apex of her taut dome of flesh. To her dismay, Althea's fingers found that the hard knot of her new outie belly button remained. Around the bump she felt two small dots and traced her fingers around another seven skull-shaped markings. Time was growing short. Althea's tentacled offspring pressed its appendages outward, bulging the girl's already taut tummy against her fingers, longing for its mother's touch. Her slender, filth-stained digit slid down the underside slope of her tummy and warily touched her womanhood. It had a dull, throbbing ache, and she could feel her nether lips parted in a permanent gape. Althea slipped those wandering fingers into the open chasm of her pussy and felt the thick, sludgy remnants of her ogre consort's discharge. She brought the sticky residue to her nose and gagged. There was no denying the horrors she endured. The brutal breeding was more than a mere nightmare. And yet at the mere thought of the ogre's putrid, tumorous cock, Althea felt her pulsing nethers twitch with sinful urges.

"I need to escape..." she said softly, but that's when a new scent caught her attention. After the revolting sensory overload of the rotten ogre's pungent musk, this sickly stank was far less displeasing. It stank of pork gone bad, and seemed to be wafting from somewhere near the door. Althea struggled onto all fours, a position she felt safer than standing, considering her feeble condition and the darkness of the room and its slime-slick floor. Ignoring the humiliating, livestock-like stance, she crawled toward the door silhouetted in dim light, and what appeared to be a serving bowl nearby. With each shift of her ichor-stained legs, Althea felt her thighs bump the underside of her burdensome belly. She wagered that if it were any bigger it would've dragged on the floor.

But all that jostling drew her attention to the wobbling gravity of her breasts. No doubt about it, they also felt bigger. After getting a bit closer to the door, Althea took one of her tits into her hand and wobbled the soft flesh, gauging its heft. They must have easily doubled in size. By the goddess, her hand barely contained its mass. That's when she felt something wet dribble between her knuckles and down the back of her hand. Althea gingerly brought it to her lips and had a taste. "Ugh! What?!" she gagged. The thick, creamy fluid tasted like breast milk... but wrong... tainted, as if it had spoiled before even leaving her bosom. Could this have been another sign of the cult's corruption wracking her body? She let the breast flop back down atop the shelf of her domed tummy.

Althea plopped down onto her rump in front of the bowl. She couldn't see them, but the sound of loud flies buzzed and flit around the bowl's contents. She recognized the small crusted pastry that lay inside. It was another of the cult's meat pies, but this one smelled as though it had long since expired; though the flies didn't seem to mind. That's when a deep growl rumbled through her stomach. Althea thought back. The last time she had eaten was breakfast the morning before she arrived at the Black Crab Inn.

By the goddess... that felt like ages ago. She had experienced so much horror and suffering on her journey. Even with great effort, she could not remember the faces of Fabian and Lorna... All that remained was the image of the poor dwarven woman bloated to grotesque proportions by the wretched black fungus. "Is that to be my fate? What exactly does this cult need with me? Why am I still alive? Why must I endure all of this torment?" Althea's mind reeled, but her stomach shattered the emotional spiral. Before anything else, she would need to eat to keep up her strength--to escape. The priestess knew that if she allowed herself to fall into despair, she would never see the light of day again.

"I can't eat that... it's wrong--it's people, for Helestria's sake!" she hissed, balling her fists atop her thighs. Or at least the part of her thighs not covered by her tremendous broodbelly. That's when she felt something warm and wet drizzle down the curve of her tumescent middle. The priestess glanced down. Her milk was coming in, and with great resolve. Mother's milk contained a great deal of nourishment... but she had already tasted it, and it bore a foul tainted flavor. She feared what effects it would have on her health. Though how much worse could it be than a pie made of rotten human flesh? Althea's grime-smudged brows furrowed in conflict, and her belly gave another defiant growl.

Unfortunately, her internal debate would not see its end, as the sound of footsteps and voices approached. Hissed whispers and devious cackles were followed by the jangling of iron keys, and the door swung open, bathing the room in torchlight. Althea's eyes had to adjust, but when she saw who had come to her cell, her heart sank into depths yet unseen.