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Nat didn't remember waking up.
She didn't remember falling asleep either. She had been on another company tasking. heading out to serve some litigation, quick overnight stop in Arizona. It had been an uncomfortable flight- it always was when she was this pregnant.
But now... she had woken in a dark room, sitting in a metal chair. Her suit was gone, instead her muscular figure was clad in a strange outfit. Some sort of synthetic leather, tightly gripping to her lower body, while her upper figure was in some form of canvas overalls. Even her underwear was strange, feeling odd and plastic.
"Hey? Hello?" she called out, grunting as she got up from the chair. Even with her well muscled figure, she was still slowed by the huge weight of her swollen womb.
This is fucking weird, she thought, rubbing her middle. The hairs on her neck were prickling, every one of her senses telling her that there was something very off about this place.
She padded over to the door, her slippers making little noise on the ground. It was locked, but she slide back the bolt and opened up. Wooden walls, like some half-built home, greeted her. Crates... plastic barrels. There was trash, bits of broken bottle on the ground. Stains everywhere. The place looked... fake. Like a prefabricated setup that was designed to imitate... to falsify.
Somewhere, she could hear the thrum of machines, faintly through the walls.
This had to be a dream? she thought. Maybe she was just asleep in her hotel room or in the company car. Or maybe this was some strange hallucination that her pregnancy had induced. Her doctor might have said something about that. Wasn't that what her pills were for?
She flexed her arms, feeling her muscles tense beneath the tight clothing. Every limb felt tense, ready to spring. She felt... stronger. The soreness in her back and ankle were gone completely.

She carried on, passing crumpled posters that had faded to loose all their lettering and messages. Shop mannequins propped up against the walls or toppled onto the ground, in her way. Something was snorting, far off. A grunting, shambling. Nat balled her hands unto fists. This was not good.
How did she even get here? Was it the Company? The corporation was always a morally grey place to begin with, hell she'd done things that were technically illegal for it... but they couldn't have put her here, in this strange, fake environment.

There was a chasm. A dark hole in the corridor, below, nothing but blackness. It had to be a few meters across.
Nat didn't pause. Her waddle broke into a run, a sudden power surging through her legs. She leapt and easily sailed across the gap, her soft shoes landing with a creak on the ground.
There was someone nearby... they sounded rasping, strange.
Nat would need to be careful. But she would find out, why she was here... what they were doing. What kind of test, or trial was this?

Another amazing reward from with my OC Natasha Watts, inspired by "The Outlast Trials" which I've been enjoying a lot lately.

Description
Nat didn't remember waking up.
She didn't remember falling asleep either. She had been on another company tasking. heading out to serve some litigation, quick overnight stop in Arizona. It had been an uncomfortable flight- it always was when she was this pregnant.
But now... she had woken in a dark room, sitting in a metal chair. Her suit was gone, instead her muscular figure was clad in a strange outfit. Some sort of synthetic leather, tightly gripping to her lower body, while her upper figure was in some form of canvas overalls. Even her underwear was strange, feeling odd and plastic.
"Hey? Hello?" she called out, grunting as she got up from the chair. Even with her well muscled figure, she was still slowed by the huge weight of her swollen womb.
This is fucking weird, she thought, rubbing her middle. The hairs on her neck were prickling, every one of her senses telling her that there was something very off about this place.
She padded over to the door, her slippers making little noise on the ground. It was locked, but she slide back the bolt and opened up. Wooden walls, like some half-built home, greeted her. Crates... plastic barrels. There was trash, bits of broken bottle on the ground. Stains everywhere. The place looked... fake. Like a prefabricated setup that was designed to imitate... to falsify.
Somewhere, she could hear the thrum of machines, faintly through the walls.
This had to be a dream? she thought. Maybe she was just asleep in her hotel room or in the company car. Or maybe this was some strange hallucination that her pregnancy had induced. Her doctor might have said something about that. Wasn't that what her pills were for?
She flexed her arms, feeling her muscles tense beneath the tight clothing. Every limb felt tense, ready to spring. She felt... stronger. The soreness in her back and ankle were gone completely.

She carried on, passing crumpled posters that had faded to loose all their lettering and messages. Shop mannequins propped up against the walls or toppled onto the ground, in her way. Something was snorting, far off. A grunting, shambling. Nat balled her hands unto fists. This was not good.
How did she even get here? Was it the Company? The corporation was always a morally grey place to begin with, hell she'd done things that were technically illegal for it... but they couldn't have put her here, in this strange, fake environment.

There was a chasm. A dark hole in the corridor, below, nothing but blackness. It had to be a few meters across.
Nat didn't pause. Her waddle broke into a run, a sudden power surging through her legs. She leapt and easily sailed across the gap, her soft shoes landing with a creak on the ground.
There was someone nearby... they sounded rasping, strange.
Nat would need to be careful. But she would find out, why she was here... what they were doing. What kind of test, or trial was this?

Another amazing reward from with my OC Natasha Watts, inspired by "The Outlast Trials" which I've been enjoying a lot lately.