Published: Jan 8, 2025
(CW: This caption has vore themes, though not in the "traditional" sense. It makes more sense in the context of the story, I promise~)
It's been way too long since I did another sci-fi themed caption with an obnoxious amount of lore! Enjoy!
My one-hundred and eighty-second caption, featuring a scientist who set out to find out if a new species discovered on a far-off planet could be studied and used for their benefit… or maybe not…
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NEW PRIVATE LOG: 1/6/2248, SYSTEM “Corvus VI”, PLANET “Obsidian”, DR. OLIVER SYKES, CHIEF BIOLOGIST, 3DEN PHARMACEUTICALS. LOG 1: This is Dr. Oliver Sykes, Chief Biologist working for the 3den Pharmaceutical Corporation. I have traveled to the planet Obsidian in search of an odd, indigenous creature that I have recently heard of in a “tabloid” news story. “Ridiculous”, “impossible”, and “stupid”, my colleagues called it. An “impossibility”, the result of colonial “rumor mongering” written to drum up tourism for some worthless backwater planet. The story goes that the workers of a local mining company, Signus Minerals, accidentally opened a passageway to a den of giant “worm” animals, previously unknown to them, which proceeded to consume one of the workers before disappearing back into the den. Despite them thinking the worker was dead, they re-emerged from the closed mine 24 hours later, naked and transformed into a beautiful woman. The before and after image included in the story was impressive, leading me to request funds for a field expedition to study the creatures myself. After all, if studied properly, it’s possible revolutionary new drugs or medical treatments could be derived from them. Unfortunately, the corporate higher-ups are just as close-minded as my colleagues, meaning I was forced to fund the trip and my equipment on my own dime. So, here I am now, standing in a dusty spaceport, armed with little other than my wits, a subdermal recording device, and the clothes on my back. It’s time to make history, for myself and for humanity.
LOG 2, 1/7/2248, 3:57 AM: I have bribed the mining foreman to grant me access to the mineshaft, closed pending an investigation by the Colonial Authority later this week. This has exhausted most of my remaining funds, but I am confident that studying these creatures and, at least, bringing back viable samples will more than make up for the expenditure. Following the directions provided by the foreman, I quickly found one of the openings created by the miners, obtaining a sample of what I believe to be excretions left behind by the creatures, as well as the remains of the affected miner’s uniform. I will continue to look for more samples.
LOG 3, 1/7/2248, 5:23 AM: I am… perplexed by the thick, musky air of this mineshaft. It seems to easily penetrate the filters of my respirator, leaving it worthless. After taking it off though, I began to feel somewhat light-headed, followed by a tingling sensation on my exposed skin. I checked the air for any concentrations of harmful gasses or radiation, but found no apparent cause for any of this. Still, I will brave these dark tunnels and find one of these creatures. Prove it was real.
LOG 4, 1/7/2248, 6:01 AM: It all happened so fast! As I was nearing one of the main mine junctions, barely able to see in the darkness, I tripped over something that began moving! Before I knew it, the very creature I had been looking for was upon me, its gaping maw before my very eyes. I briefly considered trying to stun it with the baton I had brought along with me, but something… compelled me to simply let it continue towards me, sucking me inside of it with a surprising amount of force.
LOG 5, 1/7/2248, 6:22 AM: Most of my clothes have dissolved, with everything else being regurgitated by my warm, sticky captor. Though I seem to be traveling deeper into the creature, any sense of fear I would have normally felt in such a situation has yet to make itself known. Despite how thick the air had gotten in the interior of the creature, I have yet to fear suffocation of any kind. Deeper down, the walls of the worm have begun moving at an increasing rate, massaging every inch of my body with its slime. Though I’ve had a hard time seeing much of anything, I’ve noticed certain parts of my body feeling… tighter against these walls.
LOG 6, 1/7/2248, 9:41 AM: Having spent hours inside of the creature at this point, I’ve reached an odd state of …relaxation. Zen, almost. I’ve lost track of how deeply into the creature I’ve progressed, slipping in and out of sleep several times before being woken back up by the creature’s movements. My body has become incredibly soft at this point, the sensitivity of my nerve endings having increased ten-fold. I know something about my body has changed, but I am yet to get a glimpse at it.
LOG 7, 1/7/2248, 1:07 PM: The creature traveled under one of the mine’s lights, allowing me some idea of the changes my body has experienced. I knew from feeling alone that I had grown a pair of breasts, but I wasn’t prepared for just how massive they are! Each appears to be around the size of medicine balls, with my nipples having enlarged to match their exaggerated size. My hips were clearly bigger too, but I couldn’t visually inspect them due to the walls of the worm and my new mammaries. It was at this point I tried with some difficulty to reach down to my crotch, realizing my previously average manhood had shrunk down to almost nothing. Despite this loss, I have since reached a state of… near-constant arousal, either a result of the slime surrounding me or the changes to my body.
LOG 8, 1/7/2248, 4:21 PM: I don’t know what happened, but… ah~… the insides of the worm be…began rumbling, waking me up. T-Then… ohhh~… then, some k-kind of tentacles or f-feeler- ah!… things erupted f-from the walls, caressing m-my whole body! I-I can’t handle it, the sensations, the- moan~
LOG 9, 1/7/2248, 4:56 PM: LOG HAS BEEN TRUNCATED DUE TO LACK OF DECIPHERABLE SPEECH. AUDIO IS BELIEVED TO SIMPLY BE A ONE HOUR AND TWENTY-ONE MINUTE LENGTH RECORDING OF DEEP MOANING NOISES, FOLLOWED BY OCCASIONAL SCREAMS, NOT BELIEVED TO BE CAUSED BY DISTRESS, BUT PLEASURE.
LOG 10, 1/8/2248, 6:23 AM: LOG BEGINS WITH A SERIES OF LOUD SQUISHING NOISES, FOLLOWED BY THE SOUND OF DR. OLIVER SYKES BEING DEPOSITED ON THE BARE GROUND OF THE MINESHAFT. RECORDING CONTINUES. W-Wait! Like… don’t go! It was so warm, and so much fun! Come back! PLEASE!
FINAL REPORT: OBSIDIAN INCIDENT
Dr. Oliver Sykes was recovered by a Colonial Authority inspection team on 1/8/2248, at approximately 2:30 PM. When discovered, she was attempting to crawl back into the den of the worm creatures, since named “Wāmu”. The retrieval was quite messy, with two members of the inspection team being temporarily lost to the Wāmu before the rest of the team re-emerged from the mineshaft with Dr. Sykes. Following the retrieval of the two other inspection team members, who had suffered the same fate as Dr. Sykes, the mine was permanently shut down so a proper research facility could be constructed on the site to study the creatures. Though much of the-now Dr. Olivia Sykes’s personality traits and intelligence remain, she now suffers from a unique form of post-traumatic stress which compels her to act in a “promiscuous” manner, causing her to casually seek out sexual pleasure from both men and women. It is believed she does this in an attempt to reach the same “climatic high” as she did inside the Wāmu, with the two members of the inspection team exhibiting similar behaviors. Until more is learned of these creatures and their long-term physical and mental effects on humans, it is recommended all physical contact continued to be avoided while observation continues on Dr. Sykes.