16-03-2020, 02:27 AM
She left and bought her groceries without too much stress, and returned home, immediately checking on her bug boyfriend, who was still sound asleep in the corner. Without stirring, he released another dose of his pink musk. Despite only being awake again for less than 3 hours, Stephanie was exhausted, and decided to go to sleep. It was strange not having her beloved sleeping at the foot of her bed, but she excused him; he'd certainly worn himself out this afternoon. She stripped out of her unflattering outfit and climbed into bed naked, her hands resting gently on her bulging stomach.
Stephanie awoke at a little after 10AM, and immediately sought out her darling insect. He was just where she had left him, asleep in the lounge room. Trying her best to keep quiet so as not to wake him, Stephanie prepared her breakfast - 250 grams of raw chicken. She placed the fillets on a plate and ate them with her hands, as though the slimy, cold, raw chicken fillets were apples. What the fuck are you doing, Steph?! Even for pregnancy cravings, this is extreme. Are you trying to poison yourself? She scolded herself. But... it was what they needed. Her babies were crying out for it, and somehow, she knew that the father of her children wouldn't let any harm come to her or his offspring. Stephanie finished her disgusting, ice cold breakfast while staring, smitten, at her hibernating insect. She knew it shouldn't, but the thought of being pregnant to him made Stephanie feel so damn horny. She decided to try waking her bug husband up by putting on a little bit of a show for him.
Sitting spread-eagled, she lowered her bare ass down on the carpet in front of her sleeping creature. Staring up at his sleeping face, Stephanie let her hands explore her naked body. She ran her fingertips down her neck, and down to her aching breasts. Her nipples felt incredibly sore, and looked redder than they had ever looked before. Still, she caressed her breasts and nipples for a while before sliding them down, over her massive pregnant stomach. That's when the cramps began. Agony from her womb caused Stephanie to curl up as much as she could while riding out the pain. It passed, and she relaxed again. Catching her breath, she reached out to him and said, "Our babies are coming, my darling."
The bug woke up, and immediately opened its mouth, its tonguetacle making its way directly towards Stephanie's face. She grabbed it gently and guided it into her mouth, licking it and drinking its juices as though she was performing fellatio. Already tingling with anticipation and a bizarre kind of sexual thrill at the thought of giving birth to her insect's inhuman offspring, Stephanie's head swam as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her lover's nectar, warming and lubricating her pussy. Inside her, she could feel her babies stirring and moving around, closer to their freedom. She moaned and writhed in pleasure when she felt the first slug-like creature begin to crawl its way out of her vagina. It was red and black in colour, like its father, and was around six inches in length, and about five in diameter. It squirmed inside her pussy, slowly making its way into the world. Her mouth still deepthroating the tonguetacle, Stephanie gargled on his fluid and moaned loudly when her firstborn's slimy tail flicked her clitoris back and forth on its way out. That pushed her over the edge, and she felt the wave of her orgasm explode out from her clit and course through her body, causing her spread legs to twitch, her toes to curl, her pussy to contract and bring the next slugbaby closer to its freedom. She watched her stomach deflate a little bit as about 100ml of fluid left her body along with the creature.
One by one, the 22 remaining slug babies inside her made their way out into the world, each one teasing her clit and giving her an incredibly intense orgasm. Her stomach was now virtually back to its pre-baby shape, which was something she was thankful for. But even more than that, she was thrilled to see the slugs to which she had orgasmically given birth were all alive, sliming their way around the floor of her lounge room. Her litter of 23 slugs were all delivered safe and sound within 10 minutes. Her bug husband withdrew its tonguetacle from deep within Stephanie's throat and scuttled around, keeping their babies close to their mother.
"Oh, but you must be hungry!" She picked up the first two warm, moist, slimy creatures and studied the undersides, looking for some sort of mouth. There! She saw a tiny slit, opening and closing rhythmically. "Here, let Mum feed you," she cooed at her babies as she guided them to her nipples, which had already begun to seep shimmering blue milk. She stroked the first two lovingly as they drank from her nipples. Soon, the other 21 began to move towards her, somehow knowing that others were currently being fed. They crawled up her bare legs, up her stomach, leaving a glistening sheen on her body in their wake. Just as the first pair finished their meal, the second pair began feasting from her nipples. The ones that had finished drinking their mother's milk began to glow with a light similar to the shimmering blue of Stephanie's milk.
Eventually, all her offspring had finished their first meal. Stephanie watched, fascinated, as her bug husband didn't let any of the now-glowing slugs out of his sight. God, for some reason, watching the creature that had bangd and impregnated her be such a caring father filled her with lust. If only she hadn't just given birth; she would let that thing fuck her for days on end. But, despite her painless birthing process and apparent incredible elasticity, it knew her pussy and stomach needed a rest, and for that she was grateful.
August 19: I fed my children breast milk every two hours, and with each feeding, they became less and less slug-like. Each time I picked them up, they felt harder and harder. It seems the glowing blue light after feeding was an indication that they were creating a cocoon. By late last night, they were frozen solid in their cocoons, and they hatched overnight. I opened my front door and watched them fly out into the night. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little tearful. Anyway, my babies are now out in the wild, no doubt trying to find, seduce and impregnate more women. I've also come to the conclusion that the pink pollen/musk must be a form of mind-controlling substance, and it must be the reason I knew so much about my love, such as when to feed it meat and what food to buy in order to grow my babies.
Earlier this afternoon, I called my colleagues to find out what happened with their insects. While there was no answer from the men (and I do fear the worst for them), my female colleagues' experiences seemed to largely mirror my own. Except for the fact they all said they were already pregnant with "round two". My official work journal is no place for my jealous thoughts, so instead, I'll sign off for now.
Stephanie saved the document and turned, face to face with her creature. It was looking at her, concerned. Could it be reading her mental state? As a test, Stephanie decided that this time, she'd make the first move. She left the chair and went down on all fours, crawling underneath the massive insect's body. She found the door in which the creature's cockthing lived. She stroked the hatch's opening lovingly, hoping that he found it arousing.
Apparently he did.
His cockthing crept out of his body, and she grabbed it with both hands, and began licking its rough, scaly and slimy surface. It was bitter, but she was so desperate for another fucking and another brood of slug babies, she easily fought past the unpalatable taste. Stephanie stroked, licked and sucked at the spear tip of her lover's cockthing while it clicked its mandibles in pleasure. Finally, after two long days after Stephanie gave birth, the interspecies lovers both knew the other was ready for round two.
Stephanie turned around on all fours, and backed her ass up towards the giant bug's cockthing, eager to feel its rough hardness deep inside her again. She watched as the creature offered its tonguetacle to her, but she gently pushed it away. This time, Stephanie wanted to feel everything. Once it realised her intention, the insect did not hesitate.
Stephanie squealed with pleasure and pain as the cockthing speared deep into her pussy. She started to regret declining the nectar, but she has always been a stubborn girl. She started rocking back and forth, sliding her pussy along the insect's cockthing, feeling every bump in its scaly surface as she thrust her body towards and away from the black tentacle dick inside her. In no time at all, Steph grew to relish the combination of pleasure and pain, feeling her pussy stretching wide, squealing each time his spear tip poked hard into her cervix.
"Oooh, holy fuck, I almost forgot how big you are, darling," she groaned as the creature started fucking her back. Her breasts started dancing in rhythm to her and her creature's lovethrusts, swaying like pendulums. Keeping herself balanced with one hand, Stephanie started to rub her clit with the other. She picked up the pace, fucking her bug while she pleasured herself, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm as the giant bug clicked-and-popped with pleasure.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she begged the giant insect with which she had fallen in love. Mere minutes later, as she panted and moaned and worked her fingers into a frenzy against her clit, she unleashed an ecstatic scream as the orgasm wave washed over her body, hardening her nipples, rhythmically squeezing and relaxing her pussy, turning her face bright red with delight. Still, she knew the creature was no closer to impregnating her. But, it did realise that its mate was quite interested in exploring different positions, and was more than happy to indulge her.
Still thrusting its cockthing hard into her aching pussy, the bug opened its wings and hovered several feet in the air. It used two of its legs to keep Steph close to its body while it flipped itself upside down and landed on its back. Steph was now ontop of her lover, riding it cowgirl. She leaned over and reached for its tonguetacle and placed it against her right breast. She was still lactating, and the creature lapped up the blue milk seeping from her nipples. She moaned and started fucking the cockthing as hard and fast as she could, slamming her ass down on its impossibly hard exoskeleton after each downwards thrust. The tonguetacle explored her breasts, squeezing them and squirting blue milk over itself and throughout the room. Curious and impossibly horny despite turning down the nectar, Stephanie reached out and with two fingers scooped up some of the milk and brought it to her mouth, and sucked on her fingers, tasting her own milk. The closest thing she could think to compare it to was sweet 'n' sour sauce from a Chinese restaurant. But she wanted more, and the bug she was fucking knew it. With one leg, it pulled her hair back, and caused Stephanie to stare at the blank ceiling. She felt the tonguetacle manipulate her breast and squeeze it hard, causing glittering blue milk to squirt skyward from her nipple and straight into her gaping mouth. She drank the mouthful without hesitation, and immediately felt very full. Could she now feed herself using only this blue milk? That was a question for later. Currently, she should focus on making her lover fill her womb up with babies again.
Still unclear whether the thing could understand her or not, she screamed "Fuck me, my darling! Fill my pussy up with your babies! I wanna have your babies forever!" So help her, she meant it, too. She opened her mouth wide again and welcomed the tonguetacle deep inside her mouth again, worming its way past her tonsils and past her esophagus. It pumped its nectar straight into her stomach, immediately flooding her mind and her body with a level of arousal she never knew was possible. Every single thrust of the cockthing inside her brought her to orgasm, and soon her mind was an incoherent mess of thoughts, overwhelmed by pleasure. Her body spasmed uncontrollably on the creature's cockthing. Two of its legs latched on to her outstretched arms, and two more grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up and down on its cockthing impossibly fast. For the time being, Stephanie was but a mindless fucksleeve for her bug husband. And she really didn't care; she was in another world of ecstasy. Hours passed, and eventually the creature felt itself building to its version of an orgasm. The egg-bulges made their way up its cockthing, closer and closer to her womb with each thrust. Like their first time three days ago, the creature implanted 25 more slug babies inside Stephanie, her stomach again bloating and stretching beyond reason by the time it had finished cumming. Stephanie, having been fucked to the limit for hours on end, collapsed like a ragdoll onto her insect husband's cold, hard shell.
Several hours later, Stephanie awoke to the sound of a new email on her phone. She crawled and pulled herself and her massive pregnant belly onto the computer chair and saw that one of her colleagues from the field trip had sent her an email.
'Hi Steph,
Sending this to all the girls from the field trip who are no longer "single" and I know to be renting. Since I own my house, I thought it'd be a good idea for all of us to conduct our research all in the one place where we can't be disturbed and we don't have to worry about keeping up with rent payments while also raising 20+ insect babies. Let me know what you think and if/when you're ready to move in?
Barb'
Stephanie didn't need another dose of musk to see what a great idea it was. After all, these creatures are communal beings, and since she was one of their several queens, it only made sense to try and keep the creatures as happy and comfortable as they could. Despite her borderline impossibly-bloated stomach, Stephanie dressed herself in her robe, loaded her bug husband into her Jeep and headed straight for Barb's house. Never looking back, Stephanie looked forward, anxiously awaiting the day her babies' species would enslave humanity and rule the world.
The End
Stephanie awoke at a little after 10AM, and immediately sought out her darling insect. He was just where she had left him, asleep in the lounge room. Trying her best to keep quiet so as not to wake him, Stephanie prepared her breakfast - 250 grams of raw chicken. She placed the fillets on a plate and ate them with her hands, as though the slimy, cold, raw chicken fillets were apples. What the fuck are you doing, Steph?! Even for pregnancy cravings, this is extreme. Are you trying to poison yourself? She scolded herself. But... it was what they needed. Her babies were crying out for it, and somehow, she knew that the father of her children wouldn't let any harm come to her or his offspring. Stephanie finished her disgusting, ice cold breakfast while staring, smitten, at her hibernating insect. She knew it shouldn't, but the thought of being pregnant to him made Stephanie feel so damn horny. She decided to try waking her bug husband up by putting on a little bit of a show for him.
Sitting spread-eagled, she lowered her bare ass down on the carpet in front of her sleeping creature. Staring up at his sleeping face, Stephanie let her hands explore her naked body. She ran her fingertips down her neck, and down to her aching breasts. Her nipples felt incredibly sore, and looked redder than they had ever looked before. Still, she caressed her breasts and nipples for a while before sliding them down, over her massive pregnant stomach. That's when the cramps began. Agony from her womb caused Stephanie to curl up as much as she could while riding out the pain. It passed, and she relaxed again. Catching her breath, she reached out to him and said, "Our babies are coming, my darling."
The bug woke up, and immediately opened its mouth, its tonguetacle making its way directly towards Stephanie's face. She grabbed it gently and guided it into her mouth, licking it and drinking its juices as though she was performing fellatio. Already tingling with anticipation and a bizarre kind of sexual thrill at the thought of giving birth to her insect's inhuman offspring, Stephanie's head swam as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her lover's nectar, warming and lubricating her pussy. Inside her, she could feel her babies stirring and moving around, closer to their freedom. She moaned and writhed in pleasure when she felt the first slug-like creature begin to crawl its way out of her vagina. It was red and black in colour, like its father, and was around six inches in length, and about five in diameter. It squirmed inside her pussy, slowly making its way into the world. Her mouth still deepthroating the tonguetacle, Stephanie gargled on his fluid and moaned loudly when her firstborn's slimy tail flicked her clitoris back and forth on its way out. That pushed her over the edge, and she felt the wave of her orgasm explode out from her clit and course through her body, causing her spread legs to twitch, her toes to curl, her pussy to contract and bring the next slugbaby closer to its freedom. She watched her stomach deflate a little bit as about 100ml of fluid left her body along with the creature.
One by one, the 22 remaining slug babies inside her made their way out into the world, each one teasing her clit and giving her an incredibly intense orgasm. Her stomach was now virtually back to its pre-baby shape, which was something she was thankful for. But even more than that, she was thrilled to see the slugs to which she had orgasmically given birth were all alive, sliming their way around the floor of her lounge room. Her litter of 23 slugs were all delivered safe and sound within 10 minutes. Her bug husband withdrew its tonguetacle from deep within Stephanie's throat and scuttled around, keeping their babies close to their mother.
"Oh, but you must be hungry!" She picked up the first two warm, moist, slimy creatures and studied the undersides, looking for some sort of mouth. There! She saw a tiny slit, opening and closing rhythmically. "Here, let Mum feed you," she cooed at her babies as she guided them to her nipples, which had already begun to seep shimmering blue milk. She stroked the first two lovingly as they drank from her nipples. Soon, the other 21 began to move towards her, somehow knowing that others were currently being fed. They crawled up her bare legs, up her stomach, leaving a glistening sheen on her body in their wake. Just as the first pair finished their meal, the second pair began feasting from her nipples. The ones that had finished drinking their mother's milk began to glow with a light similar to the shimmering blue of Stephanie's milk.
Eventually, all her offspring had finished their first meal. Stephanie watched, fascinated, as her bug husband didn't let any of the now-glowing slugs out of his sight. God, for some reason, watching the creature that had bangd and impregnated her be such a caring father filled her with lust. If only she hadn't just given birth; she would let that thing fuck her for days on end. But, despite her painless birthing process and apparent incredible elasticity, it knew her pussy and stomach needed a rest, and for that she was grateful.
August 19: I fed my children breast milk every two hours, and with each feeding, they became less and less slug-like. Each time I picked them up, they felt harder and harder. It seems the glowing blue light after feeding was an indication that they were creating a cocoon. By late last night, they were frozen solid in their cocoons, and they hatched overnight. I opened my front door and watched them fly out into the night. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little tearful. Anyway, my babies are now out in the wild, no doubt trying to find, seduce and impregnate more women. I've also come to the conclusion that the pink pollen/musk must be a form of mind-controlling substance, and it must be the reason I knew so much about my love, such as when to feed it meat and what food to buy in order to grow my babies.
Earlier this afternoon, I called my colleagues to find out what happened with their insects. While there was no answer from the men (and I do fear the worst for them), my female colleagues' experiences seemed to largely mirror my own. Except for the fact they all said they were already pregnant with "round two". My official work journal is no place for my jealous thoughts, so instead, I'll sign off for now.
Stephanie saved the document and turned, face to face with her creature. It was looking at her, concerned. Could it be reading her mental state? As a test, Stephanie decided that this time, she'd make the first move. She left the chair and went down on all fours, crawling underneath the massive insect's body. She found the door in which the creature's cockthing lived. She stroked the hatch's opening lovingly, hoping that he found it arousing.
Apparently he did.
His cockthing crept out of his body, and she grabbed it with both hands, and began licking its rough, scaly and slimy surface. It was bitter, but she was so desperate for another fucking and another brood of slug babies, she easily fought past the unpalatable taste. Stephanie stroked, licked and sucked at the spear tip of her lover's cockthing while it clicked its mandibles in pleasure. Finally, after two long days after Stephanie gave birth, the interspecies lovers both knew the other was ready for round two.
Stephanie turned around on all fours, and backed her ass up towards the giant bug's cockthing, eager to feel its rough hardness deep inside her again. She watched as the creature offered its tonguetacle to her, but she gently pushed it away. This time, Stephanie wanted to feel everything. Once it realised her intention, the insect did not hesitate.
Stephanie squealed with pleasure and pain as the cockthing speared deep into her pussy. She started to regret declining the nectar, but she has always been a stubborn girl. She started rocking back and forth, sliding her pussy along the insect's cockthing, feeling every bump in its scaly surface as she thrust her body towards and away from the black tentacle dick inside her. In no time at all, Steph grew to relish the combination of pleasure and pain, feeling her pussy stretching wide, squealing each time his spear tip poked hard into her cervix.
"Oooh, holy fuck, I almost forgot how big you are, darling," she groaned as the creature started fucking her back. Her breasts started dancing in rhythm to her and her creature's lovethrusts, swaying like pendulums. Keeping herself balanced with one hand, Stephanie started to rub her clit with the other. She picked up the pace, fucking her bug while she pleasured herself, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm as the giant bug clicked-and-popped with pleasure.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she begged the giant insect with which she had fallen in love. Mere minutes later, as she panted and moaned and worked her fingers into a frenzy against her clit, she unleashed an ecstatic scream as the orgasm wave washed over her body, hardening her nipples, rhythmically squeezing and relaxing her pussy, turning her face bright red with delight. Still, she knew the creature was no closer to impregnating her. But, it did realise that its mate was quite interested in exploring different positions, and was more than happy to indulge her.
Still thrusting its cockthing hard into her aching pussy, the bug opened its wings and hovered several feet in the air. It used two of its legs to keep Steph close to its body while it flipped itself upside down and landed on its back. Steph was now ontop of her lover, riding it cowgirl. She leaned over and reached for its tonguetacle and placed it against her right breast. She was still lactating, and the creature lapped up the blue milk seeping from her nipples. She moaned and started fucking the cockthing as hard and fast as she could, slamming her ass down on its impossibly hard exoskeleton after each downwards thrust. The tonguetacle explored her breasts, squeezing them and squirting blue milk over itself and throughout the room. Curious and impossibly horny despite turning down the nectar, Stephanie reached out and with two fingers scooped up some of the milk and brought it to her mouth, and sucked on her fingers, tasting her own milk. The closest thing she could think to compare it to was sweet 'n' sour sauce from a Chinese restaurant. But she wanted more, and the bug she was fucking knew it. With one leg, it pulled her hair back, and caused Stephanie to stare at the blank ceiling. She felt the tonguetacle manipulate her breast and squeeze it hard, causing glittering blue milk to squirt skyward from her nipple and straight into her gaping mouth. She drank the mouthful without hesitation, and immediately felt very full. Could she now feed herself using only this blue milk? That was a question for later. Currently, she should focus on making her lover fill her womb up with babies again.
Still unclear whether the thing could understand her or not, she screamed "Fuck me, my darling! Fill my pussy up with your babies! I wanna have your babies forever!" So help her, she meant it, too. She opened her mouth wide again and welcomed the tonguetacle deep inside her mouth again, worming its way past her tonsils and past her esophagus. It pumped its nectar straight into her stomach, immediately flooding her mind and her body with a level of arousal she never knew was possible. Every single thrust of the cockthing inside her brought her to orgasm, and soon her mind was an incoherent mess of thoughts, overwhelmed by pleasure. Her body spasmed uncontrollably on the creature's cockthing. Two of its legs latched on to her outstretched arms, and two more grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up and down on its cockthing impossibly fast. For the time being, Stephanie was but a mindless fucksleeve for her bug husband. And she really didn't care; she was in another world of ecstasy. Hours passed, and eventually the creature felt itself building to its version of an orgasm. The egg-bulges made their way up its cockthing, closer and closer to her womb with each thrust. Like their first time three days ago, the creature implanted 25 more slug babies inside Stephanie, her stomach again bloating and stretching beyond reason by the time it had finished cumming. Stephanie, having been fucked to the limit for hours on end, collapsed like a ragdoll onto her insect husband's cold, hard shell.
Several hours later, Stephanie awoke to the sound of a new email on her phone. She crawled and pulled herself and her massive pregnant belly onto the computer chair and saw that one of her colleagues from the field trip had sent her an email.
'Hi Steph,
Sending this to all the girls from the field trip who are no longer "single" and I know to be renting. Since I own my house, I thought it'd be a good idea for all of us to conduct our research all in the one place where we can't be disturbed and we don't have to worry about keeping up with rent payments while also raising 20+ insect babies. Let me know what you think and if/when you're ready to move in?
Barb'
Stephanie didn't need another dose of musk to see what a great idea it was. After all, these creatures are communal beings, and since she was one of their several queens, it only made sense to try and keep the creatures as happy and comfortable as they could. Despite her borderline impossibly-bloated stomach, Stephanie dressed herself in her robe, loaded her bug husband into her Jeep and headed straight for Barb's house. Never looking back, Stephanie looked forward, anxiously awaiting the day her babies' species would enslave humanity and rule the world.
The End
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