H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake

Name:  Boob-Snake (Don't blame me.  This is the name used by the men and it's sort of stuck)
Type:  Demon
Habitat:  Underground caverns.  Natural springs.

Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity.  How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?

The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk.  With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring.  It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.

While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands.  Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.

Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect.  The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.

Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them.  Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool.  Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.

Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts.  These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing.  Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts.  Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process.  Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm.  The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin.  The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.

Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.

Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs.  It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened.  Even fire has little permanent effect.

Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.

Threat Level:
Moderate

(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)

H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this.  What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself.  If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised.  But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.

The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club.  Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow.  The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk.  And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.

"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.

Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point.  There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.

The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared.  Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth...  They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original.  She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.

A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.

Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place.  The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate.  Then she swooped.

Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash.  Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well.  He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him.  Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath.  Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...

...and down...

...and down...

...until Bate thought his lungs might burst.  Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud.  He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.

He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely.  Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here.  This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.

He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him.  Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque.  She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones.  Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud.  The exception to this were her eyes and ears.  The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil.  Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts.  Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train.  Each pair, in themselves, was fine.  They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance.  If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.

Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves.  After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud.  Could she be... friendly?

She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked.  "You can touch them.  I like them being touched."

More than friendly, even.

Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit.  It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth.  Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze.  It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh.  Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.

Bate squeezed a little harder.  Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.

"Oops," the demon girl said.  "I'm a little full."

Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh.  He marveled at the feel, the weight.  The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas.  He'd enjoyed touching them.  He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.

"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said.  "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."

Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him.  She surrounded him in a sinuous dance.  She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them.  Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back.  She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right.  She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.

Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts.  They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him.  Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease.  It felt incredible.  It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.

The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.

"Drink," she ordered.  "Taste how delicious my milk is."

Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby?  The demon woman didn't offer him a choice.  Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob.  Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.

He drank it.

Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious.  The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside.  The taste grew on Bate.  At first he wasn't sure.  Then he wanted more.  Then he needed more.  He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.

Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny.  Really really horny.

Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more.  Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing.  Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced.  Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her.  What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one.  Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.

The many-titted demon woman helped him out.  She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock.  She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows.  The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge.  He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.

His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk.  He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.

She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body.  Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.

Strange.  He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it.  Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them.  It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.

Not that Bate cared.  He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.

Oh yes.

He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits.  So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.

He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality.  Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him.  Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.

Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him.  All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs.  He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin.  By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.

H-space MGB Profile: Great Fog Puffer

Name:  Great Fog Puffer
Type:  Demon (Command doesn't approve of me using this word, but I don't care, it's the only one that fits)
Habitat:  Unknown.

Description:
A large organism about seven to eight feet tall and fifteen to twenty feet long.  The torso and head are humanoid, resembling a naked woman of Amazonian proportions, but clearly not human as the fog puffer has red eyes, pinker skin and fleshy tendrils instead of hair.  The fog puffer's exposed vulva, while human-like in appearance, is considerably larger in relation to the rest of her body.

The fog puffer's bottom half is the stuff of nightmares, being a long hairless slug-like mass of soft pink flesh.  The most disturbing part are her legs, or should that be arms, as she drags her bulk over the ground using a row of human arms and hands that run along her sides like the legs of a centipede.

Some of my colleagues have been quick to dismiss these descriptions as hallucinations induced by the copious clouds of psychotropic 'fog' produced by the great fog puffer.  They haven't seen the more horrifying denizens of H-space.  I have, and can vouch that "like a jumble of human parts stitched together by a mad Frankenstein" is a more than adequate description of some of the horrors that can be found in this dimension.

I wonder.  If we were to go back far enough in scripture, would we find pictures or descriptions of the great fog puffer and other H-space horrors?  Did some find their way across the dimensional barrier to our world and become the angels and demons of our early religions?  Could they do it again...?

Attack Strategy:
The lower slug-like half of the great fog puffer is filled with large air chambers.  The fog puffer draws air into these chambers and seeds it with a complex mix of psychoactive compounds before blowing it out through their vaginal opening as a dense fog.  The drugs within the fog have an effect on human libido, raising it to the point where the affected person is overwhelmed and can think of nothing else but gratifying their sexual desires.  As a strategy it's disturbingly effective at incapacitating opposition.  Each fog puffer is capable of inundating a wide area and it only needed a small group of around five to ten to neutralise one of our forward operating bases.

While the fog puffer's vagina is considerably larger than a human's, they are able to contract the inner walls tight enough to be able to perform sexual intercourse with human males.  Although, as with most H-space denizens, the act of sex is used for feeding rather than procreation.  Some fog puffers engage in conventional intercourse, others open out their vagina wide enough to ingest their prey whole into their soft lower body.  Either way, the result is the same—the fog puffer's prey is subjected to massive sexual overstimulation and depleted of their life and fluids.

Countermeasures:
There is little for comfort here.

The fog puffer's psychoactive gases are just as effective absorbed through the skin as inhaled, which means gas masks provide little protection.  Our medical staff are currently trying to come up with an antidote, but this will likely take some time as the limited samples we've been able to obtain have proven curiously... resistant to analysis.

Even if we were able to negate their airborne psychotropic agents, great fog puffers possess similar regenerative capabilities as other succubus-class H-space denizens.  Given their size I estimate it would take considerable sustained firepower to take one out.

On a more positive note, the great fog puffers are large and slow moving.  We're not sure how they were able to approach FOB Helmuth unnoticed, but it likely involved the betrayal or elimination of one of our sentry outposts.  In future we will need to be more vigilant to ensure the tragedy of Helmuth is not repeated.

Threat Level:
High.

Great fog puffers should be thought of not as exotic H-space organisms, but as siege weaponry for a military force that is utterly alien to us.

H-space MGB Story: Great Fog Puffer

PFC Stewart Peter Bate was playing cards with PFC Ben Millard when FOB Helmuth fell.

They heard muffled shouts and cries first.  Then the unmistakable retort of gunfire.  The noises swelled and spread out as though they were coming from all over the base.  A junior officer banged the door open.

"Grab your weapons, we're under attack!" he barked in a near-breathless rush before running on to the next door.

"What the fuck!" Millard said.

"Under attack?  From who?" Bate said.

There was no one out here.  Okay sure, there were the hindigs, and they could be dangerous, but they didn't have any kind of civilization.  They didn't have the wherewithal to assemble an army.  At least that's what the scientists said.

Bate and Millard picked up their rifles and ran out into the corridor.

"Watch out for the pink fog!" a Special Forces guy built like a Mack truck yelled at them as he barreled past.  He had a gas mask in his hand and was trying to slip it over his mouth and nose.

"Hoare!  Millard!  Get over here!"

Bate turned the other way to see Squad Sergeant Ward waving them on to the exit.

"They're breaking through the south-west perimeter," he yelled at them before charging outside.

Who?

Bate rushed out into total chaos.  There was smoke everywhere.  It was thick and pink in color.  The enemy, whoever they were, had deployed smoke grenades to cover their advance.  Bate's visibility wasn't more than a few feet.

"You see anything?" he called out to Millard.  SGT Ward was nowhere in sight.

"Nope, nothing.  Wait... what the fuck?"

Bate saw it too, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing was real.  A naked woman towered above the drifts of pink smoke.  She was huge—seven feet tall at least, maybe more.  Physically she was built like an Amazon warrior of myth, with tits the size of basketballs.  Her size wasn't the only thing that marked her out as not human.  Her pale skin had a pink tinge, but it was an artificial hue of pink rather than natural flesh tones.  Her eyes were blood-red in color and instead of hair she had a cascade of fleshy tendrils the same color as her skin.

A hindig, the alien inhabitants of H-space.  Some of the more hostile ones were thought to be responsible for the occasional disappearance, but no one had thought they were capable of mounting a serious assault on one of the forward operating bases.

While the top half of her looked as though it had come from the furtive wet dreams of a horny pre-adolescent, the bottom half was pure nightmare fuel.  The smoke cleared enough to reveal her lower body was long and bloated.  It resembled a slug or giant fleshy grub.  Even worse, Bate saw her bulk was being dragged across the floor by a line of otherwise normal-looking human arms.  They rippled like the legs of a centipede and it was the juxtaposition of familiar human limbs attached to an alien body and being used in alien ways that made her appearance all the more disturbing.

Damn waste of a nice pair of tiddies, Bate thought.  He and Millard took aim, pressed the trigger...

...and nothing happened.

Fuck, he'd heard about this.  The physics of H-space were out of whack.  Electronics didn't work.  Sometimes even basic machinery failed to work and guns failed to fire.  He listened and realized he couldn't hear any sounds of gunfire at all.

This was bad.  Really bad.

The vast slug-like lower body of the hindig swelled up as she sucked in air through an orifice positioned where the vagina would be on a human woman.  She gave a low erotic moan, like a woman climaxing, and her lower body contracted back down to its original size as she whooshed out billowing pink clouds from her vagina.  She swung her hips in a lazy arc like she was dousing her surroundings with a flamethrower.

Wind tickled through Bate's hair and his vision was filled with thick billowing pink smoke.  The cloud enveloped him and he couldn't see a thing.

He knew he had to get inside, find another weapon—a fire ax, anything—to defend himself.  The problem was he had no idea where the entrance to the pre-fab sections of the base were.  He'd gotten himself turned around and lost in the pink fog.  He picked a direction and prayed it would take him back inside.

At the same time a powerful cramp in his groin doubled him over.  He remembered the Special Forces guy warning them about the pink fog.  Fuck, was it poison gas?

The fog cleared, but Bate wasn't sure his mind had.  He found himself witnessing a weird, nightmarish scene.  Two men were fucking on the ground.  Their eyes were bulging and veins stood out on their neck.  Both men grunted as the man on top forcibly drove his cock into the ass of the other.  The man on the bottom had a hand around his cock and was furiously jerking off.  Bate recognized the man on top as the sergeant.  But that couldn't be right.  The sergeant wasn't gay.  He had a wife waiting for him back home and she was fucking hot to boot.

Standing around them and watching was a group of red-skinned she-devils.  More hindigs.  Their gorgeous long-legged beauty was diminished by their red skin and the presence of horns, bat wings and slender black tails with arrow-point tips.  They were practically naked and wielded vicious-looking whips.  One turned her head in Bate's direction and he quickly ducked back into one of the thick pink clouds.

Hallucination.  That's what it had to be.  There was a hallucinogen in the fog and it was making him trip out and hallucinate demons.

He doubled up as another painful spasm racked his crotch.  It felt all tangled up and too tight down there.  He stumbled forwards and he fell onto his hands.

The fog partially cleared to reveal one of the great fog puffers right in front of him.  She stared down at him with a cruel smile on her sensual, full lips.  He saw how her female torso merged into the soft mass of flesh that made up her lower body.  Despite not having legs, she still possessed a vagina in the same place it would have been on a normal human woman, although it was considerably larger, even taking into account her greater size.  Her labia swelled back and forth as if her sex was breathing.

Hallucination.  Everything was a hallucination.

The hindig rubbed her hands on either side of her oversized pussy.  Her lower body swelled and then her vagina puffed out a thick cloud that enveloped Bate.

He doubled up with a pained grunt.  Too tight.  It was too tight down there.

A second languid puff of perfumed fog and Bate felt like his blood had been replaced by lava.

He had to relieve the constricted feeling in his crotch.  He squirmed in the dirt and tore down his pants and underpants, freeing his cock from the fabric that was strangling it.  Oh God, look at how it bulged, Bate thought.  The head was red and angry with swollen blood.

Bate was gripped by an overwhelming horniness.  His cock looked like it might burst at any moment.  He had to jerk one out.  He wrapped a hand around his swollen erection and tugged.  It wasn't enough.  He wanted—needed—to be buried in soft wet pussy.

"Aw, you look like you're struggling.  Would you like me to help you attain release?"

A melodious voice floated down to Bate and he looked up to see the hindig's face looking down at him between the hemispheres of her massive boobs.  He saw her gaping pussy.  The moist pink tunnel, pulsing with slow rhythmic contractions, expanded to fill his view until nothing else remained.

His cock ached with the desire to be sheathed in her flesh.  Only that would ease the pain he felt.  He looked up at her with imploring eyes.

She reached down and gathered him up into her embrace.  Her arms wrapped around his back and wedged his head between her massive tits.  Her lower hands gripped his ankles and pulled him close to her lower body.  She was soft down there, soft and yielding.  Bate's painfully throbbing erection was swallowed up in her oversized pussy.  The soft, padded walls contracted right down until he felt gentle pressure all around his member.  He gasped into her cleavage.  Yes, this was the relief he craved.

"You've built up too much pressure," the hindig cooed sympathetically.  "You need to let it out.  I'll help."

Her fleshy lower body swelled.  A gentle tugging sensation rippled up his shaft.  Oh yes, Bate thought.  His hips moved back and forth as her great pussy sucked on him.

"Release all that tension.  Breathe it out into me," she whispered.

Her body rose and fell like a great lung.  Each 'breath' sent fleshy pleasures rippling up and down his shaft.  Yes, Bate thought.  He was close... so close.

"Let it out.  Let me breathe it in."

She swelled.  Her pussy contracted around the base of his cock and a soft ring of smothering pressure climbed up his shaft.  Bate's whole body tensed in her embrace.  He moaned into her cleavage.  His cock swelled and he felt an indescribable wave of ecstasy as he pressed up against her and shot his load deep inside her.

And kept shooting.   Her soft, pulsing lower body gently milked out his ejaculate until his balls were fully drained.

"Now let me breathe into you," she said softly while stroking a hand through the stubble on the back of his head.

Her pussy squeezed down on his erection.  The swelling motion of her body reversed direction and Bate felt a weird but pleasant sensation—a strange tingling warmth as if she was blowing into him.  The warm breeze flowed down the inside of his cock and then billowed up inside his body.  It felt like he was being kissed on the inside by thousands of tiny luscious lips.

"Take my breath and now give me yours."

Her fleshy lower body sloshed and shifted.  Blowing became sucking and Bate was trembling helplessly as another orgasm burst from him.

Her great soft body, little more than a vast bag of corrupted air, squeezed again.  She filled him up and then washed part of the substance of his spirit out of him as she inhaled.  Bate was too caught up in another shuddering orgasm to notice.  All the heaviness and darkness was being drawn from him to leave behind nothing but air and light.

The great fog puffer's gases were having a strange effect on his form.  They made his body soft, pliant and elastic.  She breathed deeper.  Bate swelled up with her gases and then emptied more of himself into her as she inhaled.  Her groans of sensual bliss joined Bate's.

It was time to finish it.  She gave a mighty exhalation and Bate swelled up like a balloon as she filled him with her corrupted fog.  The last of him came free with a muffled little gasp.  She inhaled and breathed Bate in.  Only his empty skin remained.  It fluttered against her until she drew it within her as if it was a piece of popped bubblegum.

She paused momentarily and shuddered with a satisfied sigh.  Then she crawled up to the main building of the base.  She filled the doorway with her lower body and exhaled.  Her pink fog billowed through the corridors and rooms and overwhelmed all it came into contact with.  Overcome by pleasure, the last pockets of resistance dropped to the floor and were unable to resist as the succubi came to carry them off.

FOB Helmuth fell.



"It's as we thought.  They are not random fauna.  They have structure, hierarchy, and organization.  And now they are at war with us, with weapons and strategy we've never encountered before and are poorly equipped to counter."

"What now, sir?"

"Command won't listen, there are vested interests at stake.  All we can do is keep cataloguing and hope someone comes around to realizing the foolhardiness of this campaign.  Before it's too late..."