Ichthioids From the Abyss

Prologue

The storm hammered the hull of the Swell Jammer as if the little boat were made of paper. Each thunderous rumble rolled through the cramped bridge with nearly as much **** as the massive swells tossing the vessel violently from side to side. Abigail Price—Abby to her friends—had bitten off far more than she could chew. The storm had blown in without warning barely an hour after she left Quiet Cove, and now it was dragging her into early nightfall. The winds were at least pushing her back toward shore. The bad news was that her small boat was in serious danger of capsizing. Abby was no novice on the water, but she had never faced anything like this.

“Come on, sweetie,” she murmured affectionately to the boat, blowing a stray strand of sweat-matted hair from her face. Her bun was on the verge of collapsing. “We can do this, girl. Just keep chugging.”

The words came out like a prayer. The engine had never been reliable, and she cursed herself again for how reckless this whole trip had been.

A flash of lightning lit up the beach half a mile ahead.

There it was—the quiet little town where she and her friends had come to do their research. She was almost back to Quiet Cove.

“Thank you, Jesus,” she whispered, voice trembling with **** hope. “I swear, I’ll never post on OnlyFans again…”

A heavy thump sounded from the rear of the vessel. Abby swore under her breath and glanced out the back window of the cabin. A loose barrel rolled across the aft deck. The cabin door suddenly blew open, swinging wildly in the wind and letting a blast of briny seawater and rain spray inside.

“Fuck!”

She let go of the wheel just long enough to lunge for the door. Important research papers and instrument panels were already getting soaked.

She never saw the creature until it was too late.

One moment her hand reached for the door handle. The next, a slimy tentacle wrapped around her forearm, leaving a thick trail of mucus from her wrist to her elbow as it clamped down with brutal strength. She couldn’t pull free.

“Fuck!” she cried again, yanking hard.

Lightning flashed, revealing the nightmare standing in the doorway.

It was seven, maybe eight feet tall—humanoid in shape but unmistakably fish-like, with cold, glistening scales and six powerful tentacles writhing along its back. Powerful clawed hands gripped the doorframe as it **** its way into the cabin.

Abby screamed, the sound cutting through the storm like nothing else could. The creature shoved forward, one massive finned hand seizing her other arm while another tentacle coiled around her throat. They stumbled backward together. She tripped and fell hard onto her back, the monster looming over her.

Its free hand slashed downward, razor-sharp claws slicing through her belt and pants with terrifying ease. The fabric and leather parted instantly. Abby screamed again as the creature grabbed the torn waistband and ripped upward. Her pants shredded away, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

“Stop!” she yelled, kicking desperately at the beast. “No! STOP!”

Her screams grew more frantic as her tank top tore open in the struggle, her large breasts spilling free. A slick, pink appendage emerged from between the creature’s scales, sliding slowly along the inside of her thigh.

“I’m not that into you!” she gasped, trying desperately to inject some dark humor into the horror.

She kicked and twisted, but the monster’s weight and strength kept her pinned. Before she could react, a tentacle teased through the light trim of her pubic hair, brushing her most sensitive spot. Despite everything, an involuntary rush of wetness flooded her.

Then she heard the sharp rip of her panties being torn open.

“Wait—hold on—whooaAAH!”

The creature’s cock—thick, writhing, and strangely prehensile—slid across her slick folds, leaving a viscous trail. It caressed her with an almost practiced skill, the tip stroking back and forth, parting her lips and teasing her entrance.

The monster growled low, its fish-like face staring down at her with cold black eyes. Somehow the sound and the sight of it drained the fight from her. She went still, suddenly overwhelmed by how unnatural, how huge, how impossible this thing was.

The cock pushed inside her.

Abby’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as she was stretched wider than she had ever been. She stared up at the creature, catching her own terrified reflection in its glossy black eyes during another flash of lightning. With one powerful thrust, it felt like the monster was shoving her uterus up into her chest. The next made her lower belly visibly bulge.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped.

Her free hand flew down, instinctively trying to brace against the overwhelming intrusion. Her fingers brushed over the creature’s thick girth, then moved up to press against the bulge of her stomach as the monster began to thrust, the massive cock distending her belly with each push as it made room for itself.

It fucked her harder and harder, the two of them sliding across the rain-slicked floor deeper into the cabin. Abby’s pussy clenched tightly around the massive, slick cock, stretched to its limit.

The monster roared, head tilting back as its guttural cry echoed through the storm.

Abby screamed with it—until she realized it wasn’t a roar of rage.

It was cumming.

The first powerful jet of cold cum blasted against her cervix like a battering ram, making her gasp. The next made her feel suddenly, impossibly bloated as the creature kept pumping in short, brutal strokes. Thick cum squirted out around the tight seal of its cock, running down the cheeks of her ass in heavy streams.

Then she felt her belly begin to swell.

“WHAT THE FUCK—OOWH!” she cried out, eyes wide with shock.

Each heavy spurt inflated her further, her abdomen rounding and stretching like a balloon being filled. She stared down in horror at the hand pressed to her belly, watching it rise and distend with every pulse.

She screamed again as the pressure built unbearably, the sound swallowed by another roll of thunder. The last thing she heard before blacking out was the tight, wet sound of her own skin stretching… and stretching… and stretching.