What is that sound?

My flesh, stretching? I can’t see myself, it won’t let me, but I can feel my body stretching, straining, growing. No, it’s taking care of me, it wants me in one piece.

The floor groaning under my increasing weight… no, that’s not it, this sounds different, like a gasping, gurgling sound.

I know I’ve heard it before. It’s so familiar. Pleading, almost, as I am. I try to thrust, or lick, just a small piece, please. I need it. I need to breed, like he did to me.

He?

The gasping man. It’s a man, yes, that’s what it is. A weak little man, nothing compared to me. To what it’s made me. I’m the superior breeder now.

Breed… that man… he used to breed with me. Why did he do that? I can’t reproduce from him. We spent so much time together, but why? Who is he…

No matter now. My body has begun growing again. I can hear him no longer. Him? What him? It’s only me, and it. I’ll be loose soon, loose to breed, breed for it. I must breed. I must… 

My finger aches as it finally outgrows the gold metal band wrapped around it, breaking it in half. I have grown, large and strong. Release me. I must breed.