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A Dirty Job

Application

Work was scarce, especially when you lacked a college degree; really that's my only excuse. I'd pursued numerous avenues of employment, from agencies that eventually stopped returning my calls, to internet services that only spammed me with offers for out of state employment that wouldn't hire me in any case. Weeks passed without even a callback or an email returned, until I came across the most bizarre want ad I'd ever seen.

_ "WANTED: One young lady to serve a very debilitating and humiliating role for an up and coming bio-research company. Must be unattached, willing to work at any hour, and love insects._

_ If this sounds like you, think again, do not call us, do not send us your resume, do not. DO NOT. You were warned._

_ Payscale: $427,000 salary."_

Four hundred twenty seven grand. I didn't really like insects, in fact, most bugs creeped me out. Be that as it may, though, I was unattached and at this point, I'd be willing to work seven days a week twelve hours a day! I clicked through and composed an email, attached my resume, and sent without another thought. Truly, I didn't believe they'd even write back, but at that salary how could I not? As they say, mistakes were made.

That had been on a Thursday, late, really more like Friday morning but I'd not slept yet, so damnit; still Thursday. When I woke up the following Saturday afternoon, I found there upon my phone's message hub, an email.

"SUBJECT: In regards of your application submission.

We at Critter Tek LTD. Have received your application and after careful consideration found you qualified to participate in our grand dream. However, once again we would like to warn you away. This employment contract is non-negotiable with a sixteen month term. The results of your employment may leave you debilitated for a time, possibly even permanently. If we receive no further contact we will assume you have changed your mind. If you have not changed your mind, please call us to setup an interview.

The hiring process is as follows..."

The letter went on for a few dozen paragraphs, highly detailed, with warnings all over the place, and demands of an NDA as well as wavier of liability. Fresh in the morning, belly empty from empty cupboards, the warnings had little impact on me. I called them.

"Hi, this is Emilia Jones, have I reached Critter Tek?" I asked when someone picked up.

A man with a weary sounding voice replied, "Ah? Yes that's us. Emilia... You're that applicant right?"

"That's me! Thank you for taking my call. I'd like to setup an interview if you wouldn't mind."

"Well, to be honest Ms. Jones, you're the only remaining applicant. If you want the job it's probably yours unless there is some overriding circumstance. How does orientation on Monday sound?"

I sat there for a moment; mute, stunned. "You mean, I can have the job?" I eventually managed to eke out.

"Well, yes, if you want it." He sounded so hesitant, and then he added, "Look, you probably shouldn't take it. What they are doing here is... well I can't tell you, but it's just evil, wrong."

"You don't support your own company?" I asked, fishing for information, but still set on taking the job.

"I do, I just don't agree with the means to this end. Make sense? And the means we are talking about here is just plain horrific. And worse, you have to agree to it without knowing what it is. So just, go, don't look back, don't call back."

"Erm, sorry, I really need the money; I'm a week away from losing my apartment, I havn't eaten a real meal in a month--I'm desperate." The moment the words left my mouth, I winced, I'd not meant to tell anyone that, especially not a potential employer.

"Oh." Was all he said for a long, awkward moment.

"Yeah." I replied, just as awkward. "So, orientation? What time. Where?"

"A car will be sent to collect you around eight in the morning. I... Never mind, have a good day Ms. Jones."

"Thank you, have a good day," I replied, but they had already closed the connection. "How rude," I muttered, but it didn't stick. I had a job, I. Had. A. Job. I took to dancing around my room until I felt light headed, laughing, and sprawled half naked across my bed.

Drenched in sweat, dizzy, and hungry; I lay there for a while, stewing in the summer heat. Power had been shut off last month, no air condition, not even a fan. Soon, I'd have power again, I'd have food, I'd have a job! Maybe even, eventually, I might get back into my favorite scene. I glanced over at my open closet, the tight leather skirt and corset hanging there, the only remaining outfit. They looked just too good on me to sell; black hair, black leather, silver metalwork, coffee fur, hazel eyes. Soon, soon I could return to my old haunts.

First Day

The car arrived exactly at eight AM. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't a beat up old BMW with black plastic taped over the missing back window. They rolled up in front of my apartment block and dialed me up on my cell while I sat on the stoop. "Hi, this is Em," I answered.

A woman's voice greeted me, "Hi, Emilia Jones? I'm supposed to pick you up on my way into work this morning. I'm out front," she told me, "My name's Steph."

"Oh..." I looked around; there wasn't another soul on the street. "You're in the brown car with the garbage bag?"

"Yeah, that's me. Some jack-wagon-handle decided they wanted the laptop case in my back seat yesterday. Wasn't even a laptop in it. C'mon, I don't wanna be late."

I hurried to my feet and down the sidewalk, then entered the passenger side. My feet rustled empty fast food wrappers and kicked a can aside but the seat was blessedly clear. "Isn't this a bit... I don't know, informal? They told me a car would come by, I didn't really expect... well..."

She laughed, "Ahh, welcome to Critter Tek, worst startup this side of the globe. If they weren't paying me so much, I'd have bailed on them after a week." As soon as I shut the door, she took off again. It took me a few tries to get the seatbelt in place.

"What do you do?" I inquired while struggling to keep the belt from locking on me, halfway there.

"Geneticist. CRISPR has opened a whole new world of possibility and with the liberal laws coming down from on high... Let's just say, we're working on some pretty darned revolutionary things."

"Crisper?" I asked, thinking of the fridge drawer.

"Segments of DNA that can interface with active cells using other molecular tools to swap out genetic material. It's pretty technical stuff, but, it makes the job of a geneticist really simple and easy. Relatively speaking of course."

"Oh, okay, got it." Not a clue. I just looked out the window and watched the city pass by as we sped onto the highway. Behind me the plastic boomed and rustled in the wind, pressure fluctuated violently, irritating my ears. I was starting to have reservations about this job, in fact, "Do you know what my position will be?"

"You? No, not really. We have a few openings. What did you apply for?"

"I don't know. Was very vague and included a lot of warnings."

"Oh," She said, suddenly very quiet. "I can't talk about it." I inquired no more after that, just stared out the window in increasingly distressed silence. What had I signed up for? Well, I could always quit, sure there was the NDA and all that, but they couldn't stop me from quitting!

The rest of the ride took us outside the city limits, into the industrial park east of town, out near the old mine complex. I'd lowered my expectations, but when we pulled up before an old brick building, half crumbling with grungy windows and soot stains; I about lost my cool. "Critter Tek is here?"

"Below here. For containment purposes we built into the old mines. Worst case happens, we can flood a section with gas and blow it, incinerating anything inside without risk to anything else."

"Does... Does that happen often?" I asked, shocked.

"Not once. But, before we could get the mayor office to approve the company being based here, we needed a whole pile of contingencies and preparations."

That made sense to me, so I just nodded and got out once we parked. "So, where to?" I inquired, looking about. It was a run-down old factory building, probably once part of the mine complex. There were empty, weed choked lots on one side, and a modern corrugated aluminum factory on the other, across the street was just empty field. "Nice place, very homey."

She rolled her eyes and pointed down the sidewalk, "No one to bug us out here at least. Corporate office down town got picketed repeatedly last year by some religious organization claiming we were creating demons. Didn't even know we were out here!" She chatted as we walked along, laughing at her own words.

"Are you? I mean, creating monsters? I'm not religious, but I feel there are some things that shouldn't be done." I still remembered vividly the voice on the phone.

"Monsters?" She laughed aloud and shook her head, "Good gnats no! We have a few different projects of course, some creepier than others; farming and mining creations are the worst I feel, but not monsters. Well, admittedly you're... um--Never mind, here's the entrance, have a good day Miss!" She quickly hurried off, leaving me in an empty entryway, with a hall painted hospital white. I stood there, bemused for a moment.

"Well Em," I told myself, "Carpe Diem!" and started off down the hall, looking for my orientation. They weren't big on helpful staff it seemed, and no one was allowed to tell me anything anyway.

It took a few locked rooms, empty rooms, and confused office denizens before I found the correct place. The man who looked up, was the canonical nerd type, right down to the tape on his glasses and the pocket protector. Of course he was wearing a fine woolen suit instead of a lab coat, but you couldn't hide his true nature. "Oh, you must be Emilia," He greeted with a hand held out.

I took it firmly, keeping eye contact, "Em, please. And thank you for this opportunity Sir."

His friendly demeanor slipped a little when I spoke, "Ah, yes... To be honest, we should be thanking you. Instead, half a million dollars should be reward enough, we hope." He paused then and returned to his desk and retrieved a folder. "Look, I'll give you one last chance to retreat. The position we are offering you is degrading in the extreme."

"Degrading? What do you mean?" I took the seat across from him and folded my arms, trying to keep my hands still.

"Well, it is something no woman should be subjected to. We just don't have another option, not with the ban on animal testing lately. So, you can get up and walk out that door, and no one will think any worse of you." He urged, just as everyone else had. What the hell kind of workplace was this where they tried to convince the new hire not to be hired? I just shook my head, he nodded and opened the folder. "Sign here then, the document effectively signs away your entire life for the next sixteen months. It also addresses confidentiality. Any breach and you may be held in federal prison, in solitary, for the rest of your life. Understood?"

At that, I swallowed audibly and asked, "Federal prison? Is this some sort of government contract?"

"Military in fact. That much I can tell you, it's no secret that we contract out to the army." He pushed the paper over and offered his pen, cap off, a fancy gold deal with his name etched in it.

I was nervous, really nervous now; what the hell had I gotten myself into? Human testing that should have been done on animals? But, I'd be homeless in a week otherwise, what choice did I have? I signed, dated, and pushed it back to him. "There, done, now can you tell me what this is?"

He checked the signature, nodded, and fed the sheet through a scanner, then filed it under his desk. "Alright, welcome to Critter Tek LTD. The project you will be joining is called the Strategic Macro-Biologic Autonomous Warfare System, or Stambio Awas for short. The strategic details are above your clearance, but you have just signed on to provide your body as a self-contained reproduction facility for zygote testing."

"Uh, what? Self-contained reproduction facility? Does that mean I'm... Wait, you're going to impregnate me?" It started to click together, and it looked ugly, really-really ugly. "OK, yeah, I'm out. I'm not going to be your incubation chamber for some genetic monsters."

"I'm sorry Em, it's too late to back out. I tried to warn you to the limits I was able. Please, don't fight this now." He looked so pained by my reaction, so torn; I just couldn't hate him. He gave me time to digest the words, then continued, "As I said, you will serve as our reproduction facility. You will be well compensated for this, and the country will thank you in the end as well. You can rest assured; other countries are following similar tactics in bio-weapon research. It's just too easy now not to."

"But--I'm going to give birth to... to things?" Another thought struck me then, and I blanched, almost fainted, my scalp tingling, "T-the posting mentioned a love of insects."

"Yes. Our research right now is focusing on combining multiple families of insects. Don't worry, they are not currently weaponized and will be prevented from reaching a final stage of growth. It is the breeding mechanism that must be tested and only a live body, yours, can suffice. You understand?" I nodded mutely, he smiled, "good. Now let me take you below and introduce you to the rest of your team." I followed, at a loss for aught else to do.

There followed a whirlwind of names and handshakes, some looking upon me with pity, others with glee. Twenty two in all; each with very specific roles that made absolutely no sense to me while others had titles that seemed to take the place of a role. Then I was lead to a final room, at the end of a long tunnel of facility, crammed full of machinery. This final room had a bed, a toilet, a shower, and what could only be a feeding trough. I turned to look at my guide quizzically.

"Yes, this is where you will be living for the next sixteen months. Anything you need, within reason, we will bring to you but you will not leave the facility. Understood?"

"What about my apartment?" I countered.

"The moment I faxed your signature down, they sent movers to collect your belongings. You are not cut off down here of course; we have internet, a phone, and a PO Box available for you."

"So, I start now then? I mean, this is it?" He nodded. "I see. So, then do I meet these--Macro-biological things now?"

"Not until you've produced one. They don't yet exist, only as genetic code and gametes. If you are ready, I'll take you to back to the lab and let Doctor Stals inseminate you."

I squeaked out, "Now?" in shock.

"Now. Come along." I meekly followed, too stunned and confused to really resist. Not that there was much I could do to resist; I'd signed away my body and life for one and a third years. Well, didn't have to worry about being homeless now, and when it was over, I'd be filthy stinking rich. Yeah, look on the bright side Em! It didn't work.

The moment I saw the exam chair, the stirrups with shackles, the wrist straps... I felt my bowels go watery and ice flood my veins. It was suddenly too real, and too horrible to contemplate. I'd signed away my body, and they would have it hell or high water. I decided then and there, I wouldn't fight, not a chance. So I stepped forward and began to undress without being asked. I wasn't shy about my body, and the last few months of half starvation had left it lithe and toned, a bit more and you might have been able to see my ribs or hip bones poking through!

"Ah, you're ready! Please get up on the chair," He told me, then addressed my guide, "I'll take her from here; you may go."

"Yes Sir, good luck." With that I was left alone with the doctor.

To make small talk I asked, "So, you gotta run some tests or something?"

"No, you look to be a relatively healthy young lady, a bit thin perhaps but we will take care of that in time. The experiment doesn't address you specifically, only that which you will carry, so--no, we have enough baseline data bout you to continue. Biological samples we can take any time." He smiled as he grasped one of my ankles, hands warm and dry, "Be at ease my dear, you are about to undergo a journey no one has before, the first human mother of an entirely new order of life! When our names are written down in history, yours will be there too!" He seemed so much the opposite of everyone else I'd spoken to so far, somehow I suspected, that if he had been born female, he would have jumped at the chance.

"Will it hurt?" I inquired.

"Well, with any birth there is some discomfort, and the rate of growth is bordering on exponential so there may be some strain, but after the first time it shouldn't be so bad." He placed my other leg in the stirrup and nodded toward a camera. An assistant entered with a tray and a syringe full of cloudy yellow fluid. "Thank you Jackie, you checked their viability?"

"Active little swimmers Doc, should be no problem at all," she confirmed as the tray was laid down next to the exam chair.

"Why aren't you in this chair instead of me?" I asked, trying to keep the nervousness and accusation out of my voice.

"Don't have a womb to use I'm afraid. Now there may be some alternative possibilities, but we want to test first in the most suitable environment," Jackie answered, she too seemed enthralled with their work.

"No womb?" I prompted.

"I'm a transsexual," she pointed out, I'd not even guessed it before, but now I could see a few slightly off features, shape of her jaw, girth of her wrists, really barely noticeable.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Not at all, you flatter me!" She replied while Doctor Stels set down between my legs. His warm hands were ungloved, which seemed strange to me, but I said nothing. He parted my labia, and I shivered. It had been a rather long while since my last boyfriend, and even longer since anyone touched me. Jackie was watching with an amused eye, "Nice looking parts down there, a little jealous."

"Uhm, sorry." I mumbled again, flushing. Two fingers slid in, spreading me, and I felt him groping around until he'd found my cervix and tugged on it. Then he snatched up the syringe in his other hand and carefully inserted the plastic tube tip in through my cervix a good four inches before depressing the plunger. It felt slightly uncomfortable going in, but the warm fluid gushing inside was strangely pleasant. I flushed even worse and bit my lip.

"That'll do it. I'd like you to stay here for the next twelve hours, so I can monitor you directly, but after that they either took or they didn't," Doc told me as he handed the syringe back to Jackie. "You can put your legs down though, get comfortable." He lifted the foot rest part of the chair and I put my feet down, closing my legs. I could feel wetness leaking inside, like a very heavy period.

"They?" I prompted.

Jackie nodded and grinned, "Just to be sure, that dose contained about twenty thousand viable gametes. Most likely, only one will be dominant, but if you're lucky there might be twins!"

I felt sick envisioning twenty thousand fly maggots crawling around my womb, feeding on me and growing larger. I swallowed hard, to keep bile down, thankful I hadn't eaten. "H-how long will it take?" I asked.

Doc answered, "Projections say it should be under a week for natal maturation, then another month of larval state. We won't let them pupate though, not yet."

Larva... Yeah I felt my skin crawl and a cold sweat bead up. "Oh, ok. Um, could I get something to read, or music to listen to? Something distracting?"

Jackie jumped to and brought me an e-reader, "It's mine, but you're welcome to it until we get something for you. Um... You might want to stay out of the folder labeled erotica." Her cheeks turned crimson, "Actually, you know what, let me delete that..."

"It's alright, I won't judge," I told her, somewhat pleased to have the shoe on the other foot for a moment. "I like some erotica myself."

"Yes, well..." She sighed, defeated, "I'll leave you to it then, good luck." When she was gone, Doc shook his head with a half-smile and patted my thigh. Very friendly, too much so since I was laying here naked before him. But that was all he did, and he left a moment later, so I sat and read.

Breeder

The first two days I barely noticed anything, a little irritation in my vagina, a touch of blood, mood swings. It could have been the start of any period, if only I'd not had one two weeks before. Then on the morning of the third day, I woke up to sharp cramping in my lower belly, bloody sheets, and a bulge. It wasn't like a baby bump, but a sharply defined lump below my navel that grew almost visibly. Every time I looked down it seemed larger.

I'd abandoned the thought of wearing clothing, it was comfortable down here, and people kept asking me to take them off so they could do an ultrasound or shove a speculum up a hole, or a fiber optic camera, or... It was just easier to go naked, and no one really seemed to mind anyway. So, my gravidity was entirely obvious to everyone who saw me walk past toward the exam room. I got congratulated twice even.

"It hurts!" I told Doc Stals, "It feels like something's trying to chew its way through my intestine!" I kept envisioning the bugs devouring me alive, and the sharp cramping pain only added to the fantasy.

"Your womb is stretching, that's all, they are developing so quickly that your body is having trouble adapting. I told you, the first time will be the most uncomfortable, after that, your body will be adapted. But I'll have a look anyway." So Up into the chair I went for the hundredth time, ankles in stirrups, and he began to shove the ultrasound probe into my vulva. "Ah, a bit more blood today, possibly a tear in your inner lining. That might explain the pain. You'll be fine though."

On screen I watched the... things take form as he waved the other half of the wand over my stomach. A dozen grape like objects, or possibly bean shaped, latched onto my inner flesh, with a vague hint of structure inside them. To my astonishment and horror, they were visibly growing. As I watched, something like a leg formed, growing longer and longer, then bending and segmenting.

"Oh aren't they gorgeous," Doc cooed, "Just darling." I politely said nothing. He searched some more, focusing on different places until he located the tear. "Here it is, cervix, inner section on the aft. Two growing almost inside your cervix and forced it open. I'll dispose of them and that should take care of the bulk of the pain, though it will get worse before it gets better." He did as he said, taking care of them, with a needle visible on ultrasound. I felt mixed emotions watching him abort the two monsters; relief, horror, and strange sadness.

Once he was finished I returned to my room and showered the blood off, then laundered my sheets. After that, I did some navel gazing, trying to prove to myself whether I could really watch them grow or not. I decided on not, but by the time breakfast arrived, I had thickened by at least another half inch and the discomfort continued. Breakfast went down, then came right back up a few minutes later.

By nightfall I was writhing and screaming in agony that wouldn't let up. The pressure in my abdomen felt like knives, blood was a constant, and I looked like I'd been stuffed with golf balls. A couple more of the monsters had died, crushed by their larger neighbors. Worse, they were beginning to move; not much, just twitches, but as tight as I was I could have felt an antenna flicker.

I didn't sleep much that night, and by the fourth morning, I was drenched with sweat and smelled of pain, fear, and blood. I was delirious, confused, and leaving horrific scratches in the bulging lumpy surface of my stomach. That day was a blur of pain, faces, and cries--mostly mine. Sometime along the line, I passed into blessed unconsciousness, and didn't wake until the 8th day, in the exam room, hooked to a dozen machines and an IV.

Motherhood

They gave me three weeks to recover; with a balloon in my uterus, a stent in my cervix, and a constant dose of anti-biotics. I didn't see my 'children' the entire time I was recovering, and had absolutely no desire to, the thought of them sent twitches of revulsion down my spine and threatened to bring my last meal back up. However, I k new they existed, four healthy--things, growing strong. The others had all died prenatally, for various reasons.

I was however on the clock the whole time, and the moment Doc decided I was healed up enough to remove the balloon and stent--I was expected to bare another round of monsters. I resisted. "No, please... not yet!" I begged.

He told me, "This can be done one of two ways, you can be shackled to the exam chair, and it will happen, or you can accept it, and it will happen. But, It will happen!"

I stifled a sob and nodded, "Y-yes," I told him and sat there, knees to my chest on my bed, arms around my legs, waiting for him to come back with the syringe. He didn't. He came back with a cage large enough to hold a small horse or a very big dog. Something moved inside, there was a bang as the front door was struck. "W-What is that?" I sputtered.

"That is specimen Alpha. We've had to keep him caged since he tried to breed with the lab technician who was feeding him. Beta and Delta are perfectly content to laze about and eat, but Alpha knows what it wants. The door will be air locked from this point on and for the time being you will not leave this room. Understood?"

I stared in abject misery and horror at the huge cage, then at Doctor Stels, "I can't leave? What If I need help?"

"You will be monitored at all times, relax Em. He won't harm you, not intentionally." With that, he backed out of the room and wheeled the cage back into the doorway. I realized then that it was designed to fit perfectly, no gap for anything to sneak around. There was a clack as it was locked in place, then a lever was pulled, opening the gate in the front.

Good God not yet, please not yet, I whispered to myself, praying, but it went unheard. The cage door opened, and into the room shot something brown and red. The cage door closed, the airlock door shut then thudded as the bolts slammed home, and I was alone with the monster. Across the room in the trough, a spigot opened and a trickle of viscous milky fluid began to flow.

The thing leaped upon the bed before me, and I got my first good look at it. Bulging eyes from a dragonfly's face, brown chitin with splashes of crimson iridescence, six thick, powerful legs, a fat, almost maggot like body--but not soft, more like a centipede without the abundance of legs. And it was huge, thicker around than I and just as long as I was tall.

It moved forward with graceful strides, not jerky like I expected, but fluid and--predatory. It's compound eyes stared at me, and everything else for that matter, but I knew he was fixated on me as he strode straight over the bed. Instinct demanded I fight back, smash it, kill it. I resisted instinct, and instead, with a hearty sob, slid down, opening my legs. I wanted to look away, wanted to get lost in another world of my own creation, I didn't, I had to watch, had to.

He climbed over me as I laid back down, longer than me, bigger than me in every way. Legs as thick as my calves, feet tipped in sharp claws. My sheets tore under his steps, my bed depressed under his weight, my heart fluttered in terror. Then he pressed his face to mine, I could feel breath coming from four holes around his mouth as his palps opened and unfolded into something like hands with only three fingers each. He touched my face, explored it, tasted my chin, my nose, my lips. I held as still as stone, terrified he would bite.

His legs curled in, slashing open my bed but doing no harm to me as he enfolded me in an embrace. That embrace was hard, cold, and firm however. I couldn't have worked my way free had I tried, so strong, he felt like bars of iron wrapped around my chest and waist, and those claws could have sliced me end to end without much trouble. I began to shiver in fear.

His tail curled in, under him, very much like a dragonfly's, flexible and blunt. It pressed in between my thighs, knowing somehow, perhaps by instinct, exactly where to go. It was far too thick to fit inside of me, but he nudged it between my labia and forced himself in and upward, against my entrance and cervix until I thought I might split in two. I didn't, instead his tip bloomed; four petals of chitin creaked open followed by four fleshy lobes spilling in and stretching my abused uterus wide. From between those four lobes another hard fist of flesh emerged, elongated, and pressed inward. With it, there was an internal gurgle in his lower body, and a gush of slippery, thick fluid splattered inside.

His member slid deep, as deep as it could go, which almost reached the back of my scarred and sagging womb. Once he was fully extended, his face came back to mine, nudging at my lips and chin. He was gurgling again, and I could feel his entire body twitching and clenching above me. Then he thrust. It wasn't like a man, no in and out; his blunt tip jerked forward and up, crushing my labia and straining my entrance, then he relaxed again, drawing back until only the tension of those four swollen petals held himinside. On that withdrawal, he gushed a sloshing torrent of fluid into my belly. Then he jerked forward again, clenching, and drove his penis into my inner wall, bouncing my stomach upward. He relaxed, and gushed once more.

By his third, I was writhing and squirming. I felt so full of him, stretched to the limit, and his thrusts smashed my clit as well as everything else, sending shocks of pleasure and pressure into me. Worse, the feel of his deluge of seed pouring into me was divine. It had felt good when Doc had inseminated me, but this was something else entirely. My stomach was already bulging, and on the fourth rutting thrust, I filled to overflowing, and felt his ejaculate spraying out of me, across the bed and splattering against the wall. On the fifth, my ass found itself sitting in a half inch puddle of slimy wetness. It just got worse from there.

I lost track of his mating thrusts by the time I climaxed. I'd not thought I'd take such pleasure, being rutted by a bug, but I'd not thought it could be so--intense. I lost track of time, lost track of everything but the central pleasure of his driving end pounding into me and pouring his genetic material into my core. Each spurt was less, each gush more sluggish and thicker, until by the end, a half hour later or so, it felt like he was pumping molasses into my womb. Then his clenching and twitching came to an end, his petals deflated and penis retracted, ever so slowly, still drooling its contents into me.

I held onto him, shivering, over sensitized and, mentally demolished. He didn't seem to mind; in fact he pressed his face into my throat as his aft end slipped free with a bubbling "slorp" and a slow welling of viscous ejaculate. There, he rested for a long while, clutching me in his six limbed embrace, aft end stuck to my thigh, limp, slightly parted, and drooling.

When he roused himself again, it was to go eat. The trough was full by that point, and he drank from it a good gallon or two. I finally got a good look at him and myself then, and realized what a mess we'd made. The bed was saturated through, stained green-brown with streaks of yellow intermixed. My sex was swollen and bruised, with that sticky, thick fluid gumming up my folds and plugging my interior. I felt filthy and some part of me, deep down, loved it.

When he was done eating, I watched him twitch an gurgle again, then his aft end flared and spat a stream of cloudy yellow onto the floor. Only then did I realize, "He shat in me..." I said aloud.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," Doc said over the intercom, "Bifurcated organ tracts are extremely complicated, we retained the simplistic cloaca. His digestive bacteria are utterly innocuous however, so do not fear infection."

"But... But he shit in me!" I shuddered, revulsion intense and nausea acute.

"Barely, he is on a liquid diet, more aptly I'd say he urinated in you."

Defiled indeed, I hugged my knees to my chest, and shuddered with abject revulsion, "This... I-I can't take this! This is too much!"

"Calm yourself Emilia, You enjoyed yourself, it won't harm you, it doesn't even smell bad, as it is high in sugars instead of urea. The psychological aversion will pass in time, you have no choice."

I shook my head at his words, I didn't want to listen. Shit, piss, sugar, urea, it didn't matter, the bug had emptied his waste inside of me, my womb. Baring his children was bad enough, but to be his... his toilet!? I broke down into great heaving sobs, clutching at my defiled gut, it felt hard, stuffed full of that gummed up fluid, it felt like it wasn't even mine anymore. And it wasn't, was it? I'd sold my body to these science freaks.

I woke up sometime in the early dawn, half glued to my insect semen saturated bed. I'd woken because something was touching my face, a feathery, gentle touch, and a tail was curling in to press it's blunt, segmented tip between my legs. "Wha?" I mumbled, waking slowly and confusedly. That tail forced its way between my cheeks, and pressed the pointed conical tip of its cloaca against my anus. He jerked forward once, stabbing into my tight sphincter and holding there, firm and steady. I tried to pull away as the pain shot up my spine like a knife, but his legs tightened on me. I'd never done anal sex before and he'd stretched me painfully wide.

His petals swelled out, spreading the chitin into something like a funnel, a funnel directly into my colon. Those petals locked inside of me, trapping, tying. I sobbed in agony and frustration. He paid it no heed, just began to emerge his filthy appendage into me with a gurgling splatter of shit against my bowels. At least it was in the right place this time... waste in the waste receptacle; or so my sleep addled mind suggested, strangely amused while the rest of me struggled in horror.

He anally raped me, his penis curled up through my intestines, almost a foot, his body pumping a gallon of cold inhuman semen in, and inflating me. Then came his plug, that thick, sticky mass of fluid that left me feeling so f ull, intestines bulging on my side, and aching. I felt cramps deep inside, felt gas pains, felt stretched to my limits... then he finally withdrew, and I just felt constipated.

Once more he held me, but I felt no bliss this time, only discomfort and shame. What had I done to myself? How would I live the rest of my life, knowing the things I did? I silently wept myself to sleep once more, trapped in my insectile child/lover's embrace. I'd never imagined motherhood to be like this.

Brooding

Twice a day he used me. I couldn't tell him no either, resistance met only with the sharp edges of his claws and his facial graspers curled around my throat in a very threatening manner. After the first time, I never struggled again. Somehow he could force his member through the cementing plug, it was a testament to his strength I suppose, but it left me feeling even more bloated. I couldn't even eat now, for my intestines were so full, and nothing was moving. They gave me an IV drip of nutrients to take the edge off.

The now familiar sensation of life growing within; painful, cramping, bloody; returned. I got better answers out of my captors. The insect was actually hermaphroditic, and ejaculated both male and female gametes that found each other and produced a zygote. The zygote attached itself to the wall of my uterus and fed upon my blood and tissue. Not a lot as far as that went, but enough that I had to eat nearly twice as much and since I couldn't, that meant the IV drip was a constant companion.

I was met by a disturbing surprise on the third day, once the new children were visible and rapidly growing. My large intestine, all the way up to the tip of the small, was full of eggs, hundreds of them. They seemed perfectly healthy there as they were in my womb. I snapped, "You didn't need me at all, did you! You just didn't want to risk it yourself!"

Doc was unimpressed, flatly he answered, "Intestinal infections were a planned option, but less likely to be successful due to the far more hostile environment of the digestive tract. The fact that it is so far successful is a happy accident. This may mean we need to do less work on the reproductive aspects than we feared."

The word infection caught me off guard. Of course, this was a bio-weapon, so that meant it would likely have some sort of infectious methodology, but I'd not thought it through. "You intend these things to rape and 'infect' people, don't you."

"Deployment will involve a minor colony, a dozen, no more. This should create a brood nucleus large enough to conquer an entire city in less than a month, discounting casualties. Another option would be to send an already infected person into the war zone, to bare a brood nucleus and act as primary host."

I shuddered at the thought of thousands of people pumped full of eggs, but I didn't see the real danger yet, "But, that would be uncomfortable, humiliating sure, and possibly debilitating. How would it be a real weapon though? That implies killing people."

"Classified I'm afraid, but recall, your lover there is being prevented from pupating. He is effectively a child still."

"A child that can impregnate me!" I retorted.

"By design; the larval stage is meant to be the most virulent stage. The adults will be far more dangerous, but breed only rarely."

I shook my head in abject misery, how had I gotten myself involved in such a horror? No monsters indeed, this was entirely the most monstrous project I could have envisioned! "You all are sick," I accused, then rolled over and tried to get some rest on the hard, semen encrusted bed. Even my pillow had been slashed to bits, leaving only chunks of foam to bunch up under my head.

I didn't get to rest long before my child lover decided it was time. HE didn't wait for me to roll over, or wake up, just grabbed me by the waist and hauled my hips over the edge of the bed and jammed himself into my sex. I was so stretched and torn at this point, his blunt tail slid right in, my entrance gaping around him, bleeding, and I didn't care. He bloomed, and began to spill his filth and seed into me for the sixth or seventh time. Helpless to resist, I came for him anyway, and damned myself for it with frustrated tears.

Days passed and the agony of the first time didn't return, though I could feel them crawling and squirming inside of me. It was a warzone inside, fighting for resources. I was off the menu mostly, but they were eating each other in competition. Things were flowing again as well, the plug eaten, but the constant churning movement inside prevented me from keeping anything down. I was miserable, tormented by the endless cycle of breeding and violence, life and death.

My lover was growing larger too, he'd doubled in girth since he'd first mounted me, though thankfully not his tail. His ejaculate had also doubled in intensity, though most of it was now consumed by the larva inside of me, that which didn't gush out and stain the floor and walls of my prison. I was so loose now, anus prolapsed out almost all day, vagina slack and wide enough I could have hidden a football. My gut was protruding so far ahead of me I couldn't barely walk and just scooted around on my butt if I needed to go somewhere. Not that I had anywhere to go really, I'd given up showering except when my scalp got too itchy, and the toilet was a forgotten amenity, even with things flowing again, nothing made it past the larva to be expelled.

Middle of the night before the dawn of the sixth day, the larva began to writhe and struggle. I felt stabs and scratches all along my insides as th ey fought over each other to escape the confines of my body. It was a horrendous feeling, a flood of living squirming bodies ripping their way out of your vagina and squeezing out your bowels. I sobbed and screamed and thrashed, but nothing helped reduce the agony and disturbing sensation of inhuman birth. It was a swarm, twenty larva escaped intact, and converged on the feeding trough. Twenty larva lived, another fifteen or so died on the way, still inside of me. I thought of trying to clean myself out, but it wasn't to be. Immediately after my gut stopped moving and the last larva escaped, my giant lover decided to pump my bowels full once again. After all, there was room for him once more, right? Why not? I screamed and dug my fingers into the crusty mass of the tattered mattress in abject frustration.

The Next Generations

A handful of the larva were collected while I slept, and I woke to only my lover and eighteen of his offspring swarmed over me. I was the focal point of their lives, they slept with me, played on me, shit on me. If I moved, they cut on me too. I was expected to lay still and be there, for them, always. They only departed when they wanted to eat, and then, for only a few moments.

It took about a week before the children reached sexual maturity, at about the size of a medium sized dog. My lover had stopped growing, at about the size of a small car, but his apetite had not shrunk. By the end of that first week, I'd given birth to a second generation, just in time for the previous generation's hormones to begin flowing.

So I woke to the swarm crawling over me. My lover wasn't atop me now, but the eighteen children were enough to hold me down and pull my legs open. Four tails rammed into my ruined vaginal hole all at once. Another found its way to my prolapsed anus and pushed it back in, followed by another. The others, frustrated, squirmed and clawed until one bright lad thrust his tail into my mouth.

The size of a dog, his tail was a good two and a half inches wide, and strained my jaw on its way past my teeth. Hard chitin scraped against dentine while I'd been mid scream over the second tail entering my anus. He pushed to the back of my mouth, gagging me, then began to bloom. I tasted sour liquid, bitter, then sweet and cloying as those petals opened behind my tonsils. I jerked my head back, gagging and choking, and they clacked against my teeth again, swelling to fill my mouth and push out my cheeks. I sucked a breath through my nose, smelling only fetted insect and semen.

His cloaca emerged with a flatulent splut, splattering yellow filth against the inside of my mouth. He gurgled and spat again against my throat, sickly sweet and sickening. I threw up in my mouth a little, but it only made it worse and his appendage was pushing back down my throat while I laid there, head wrapped in arms, prickly claws against my scalp.

He began to ejaculate only a few seconds after he passed my lungs, and I had to swallow or drown. He forcefed me a constant stream of insect semen and shit while the others swarmed over me and raped my other holes. I'd never experienced such intense use, never imagined how... how good it could feel. I swallowed again and again, sucking on his bulbous quad of petals that filled my maw, licking up into the folds and moaning. The six others using my lower half had no rhythm between them, nothing to match against, but it drove me mad with lust until I was twitching and squirming.

The first four finished with a sludge of plug, then were pushed out of the way to make room for others. Not long after, my bowels were impacted, and those two departed to make room for a trio nearly ripping my gaping anus open. I screamed, body arching in agony, mouth full of sickly sugary sweet mucus as the bug in my mouth overflowed my inflated stomach. I vomited semen onto the bed, but he kept forcing more back down, thicker and thickern, until it wouldn't come up. Then at last he too deflated and withdrew.

To my delight and terror, my first lover had learned something, watching, and he brushed aside two others clamboring for my face to plant his cloaca right over my mouth. So large, I feared that the knot of his petals might rip my jaw off. They didn't; in fact, they fit so snuggly that I felt like a lock and he the key. The moment his bowels erupted, sweet-sour-sick filling my senses, I came. My conscious mind scolded me for the depravity that had taken over, but I didn't care. I swallowed; forcing it down, forcing the younger's plug down as well. Then his penis began to probe at my throat as it gurgled and sputtered, clearing way for the deluge of semen that would follow. I swallowed it, and his mess hungrily, taking him into my belly in seconds--and he reached! It felt so amazing, my churning gut, invaded by him.

That first breeding swarm lasted for hours, each taking upto a half hour itself. By the end I was so incredibly bloated, my stomach hurt and I could only take shallow breaths. I was sure something had ruptured inside, but I ached everywhere, it was impossible to tell where one wound began and another ended. Then sometime in the middle of the night, it started all over again.

Ego Death

I gave birth to close to fourty that time, and it took hours for them to crawl their way out of my small intestine, to either end. I'd been filled with semen all week, stem to stern. And even as those thirty seven left, there were still another eight at various stages of growth remaining. The second generation had also reached sexual maturity that morning before birthing. Beginning on that day, the breeding never ended. Fourty three sexually mature larva took close to 8 hours, most could only mate me one at a time by that point, only the youngest ones could double and triple penetrate me. By the time the last one finished, the first one was ready to go again.

My life stopped being something I lived, thought was a think of the past, I was a trio of holes to be bred, a squirming body of larva waiting to be born. There was no longer a schedule, if a hole was open, it wasn't for long, unless a larva was being born, but the moment it was, back in a cloaca shoved, feeding me, sustaining me, using me. Psychologically, I died, I became a thing with purpose and only simple, primal thoughts.

In my few lucid moments, I could see the room as it was, a filthy, reeking cave. Toilet unused, sink, shower, even bed long since abandoned. I was half glued to the floor with ejaculate. There were uncountless numbers of insects writhing over the floor and walls, the trough was overflowing with nutrients, the drain was backed up with semen and waste, and I was plugged end to end with squirming life.

One day they came, wearing armored hazmat suits, and collected a dozen or so of my offspring. I paid them little heed for I was vomiting up my children while a pair of lovers were seeding my other holes. As each was born, drenched in slimy mucus, blood, and bile, I cuddled them to my chest, kissing and nuzzling at their immature cloacas, promising to please them well when they grew up. Another was clawing at my throat, scratching it painfully as he tried to escape the acidic confines. I helped, hurking, lurching, then spitting the larvae into my hands with the others.

A hand curled under my chin, lifting my face. I vaguely recognized the person behind the mask, a transsexual girl I'd met briefly... J something. She was mouthing something, but I couldn't make it out. I told her, voice a rasping whisper, "You should take that off and join me, it's wonderful." She didn't understand though, and before I knew it, claws were wrapped around my head and another cloaca jammed between my teeth. I forgot all about the girl.

An uncounted period later, in a rare, brief moment of stillness, in the middle of the night. I found myself curled up with the alpha, largest and smartest of all of them, the most mature. He had my head cradled in his mandibles, kissing at my face. He had finished seeding me, and just wanted to cuddle I assumed. But he seemed somehow forlorn. What more did he want? I was here, open and willing to bare all of his young forever.

I reached up to touch his cheek, he pressed into it and nudged his face against my lips, kissing. I kissed back, tongue delving in, licking at the sweet nectar like residue from his eating. He wiggled his cloaca inside of me, teasing, sending a shiver up my spine. He was a playful one, always had been, and I loved him more than life itself. That was how I knew something was wrong, he was miserable.

The confines, that was the problem, he wanted out. He wanted to spread his seed amongst strangers, to frolic in the fields and forest. Suddenly I too yearned for freedom, how long had it been? How long had I been here under the ground? How long since I'd seen the sun, stars, moon? I started to weep and buried my face in the chitinous chest of my beloved as a larva worked its way free of my bowels with a wet sloping. That's when I hatched my plan.

For a prison, it wasn't really very secure. The camera for one, had long since been coated with filth and semen from random sprays and spurts. The door, that forbidding airlock? It had a manual release under a screwed down panel. I undid that within seconds with the corner of the e-reader. AT that point, some of my brood had woken up, but instead of instantly mounting me, they were watching, watching intently. Such smart little things, so wonderful.

I got the door open a few moments later, inner, then outer. The smell of fresh air, was a confusing and surprising awakening. I'd forgotten it entirely, so used to the swampy humid sweet-sour air of my cage. I almost missed it, for what it represented; months of ejaculate and waste, all of it spraying from lovers into my holes. I almost dropped to my knees then, just to offer, but I had a mission now!

No one was in the outer offices, and the one person in the lab was bent over a microscope, fiddling with knobs. My brood took care of him in seconds, ripping his clothes away and dragging him under to breed. I cooed at them, "Good boys, make him feel nice and full now!" Then I sat to watch as he succumbed to the rapine swarm. He was just a pile of undulating chitinous flesh and gushes of fluid. It was downright beautiful.

I grew bored after a while, and made my way out, into the main hallway leading to the elevators. There were cameras here, but I paid them no thought. Only when someone screamed and turned to flee did I stop. My brood took care of her too, inviting her into our ranks. The man behind was being carried now, dragged forward by a dozen of my children, she would be brought along as well to the surface.

With her security key I was able to rig all four elevators to bring my brood up, sending the cars up one by one as I went around the elevator shaft. Above I heard screams, cries, then silence as they set upon people they came across. Then it was my turn, I and my beloved ascended together with a gaggle of young and the woman, still in the process of being raped. Blood flowed constantly from her mouth, bowels, and vagina, cervix, sphincter, and throat torn; the sight sent a shiver of desire through me. Oh, to be so tight and virginal again. I wished my lover could have me all over again fresh and new. I wanted to bleed for him as she bled for my babies!

The elevator doors opened, and it was a scene of chaos outside in the halls. A dozen people pinned against walls or sprawled on the floor, all in one state or another being inseminated. I passed them, leaving behind almost all of my children, only my lover and a handful of elder mates continuing on. In the open air, under the wide midnight sky, I felt suddenly free and clear headed. A rational part of me realized I was probably doing something horrible to the world, but the other side didn't care, craved the downfall of civilization even.

He and I, and our remaining eleven children wandered out into the night, toward the suburbs, toward food, warmth, and fresh flesh to breed. I was happy, so happy, grinning from ear to ear. And for the first time in months, I'd not had sex in almost an hour! It was liberating on another level. In the middle of the road, I stopped, dropped to my knees, and presented myself to my sons. I chose then and there, and they accepted my choice, mounting me in the street, breeding me violently and passionately, free for the first time in their short lives.

Metamorphosis

Things were in chaos as far as I could tell, but no one knew why. I had the TV on, watching the news; no one spoke of aliens or insects or rape. Only disappearances and screams in the night followed by silence. My beloved had turned away from me, refusing to breed me for two days, and now he had gone still, curled in a corner, tail tucked in against himself. I worried he was sick, but none of the others behaved as such. In fact, while I worried over him, three of the younger insects were insistently dragging me back to the pile of human filth in the center of the room. I was just another breeding hole to them, one of many. There were twenty seven people in the room, each in one stage or another of rape, pregnancy, or birth. Two had died in the night, intestines ruptured or bled to death due to struggling too much. They were being eaten.

I relented and let my son's inside, bared my core to them, and felt their firm, strong cloaca's push through the gummy mass filling my bowels and vagina. The third pushed himself against my clear mouth, I'd just vomited up a dozen children not an hour before. His petals spread and cloaca emerged with a sludgy flow of feces. I sucked at him eagerly, rolling his filthy mess over my tongue and around his shaft, keeping it there, not swallowing. It was bitter, clotted, and muddy, for they hadn't eaten the sweet nutrients in days, but flesh, vegetable, and mineral. I loved it anyway. Their breeding hole, their toilet.

Petals unfolded in my intestines, tail thrust through my gaping anus, he sputtered flatulently as his cloaca emerged, and I moaned at the feel of him relieving himself within me. The third, in my sex smeared shit into my folds as he rubbed himself back and forth, teasing himself with me for a moment before spreading his petals inside my womb. My flesh itched, my tongue burned, the acidic feces irritating pleasantly. I was in heaven.

They finished and I rolled over to take pressure off my stomach. It distended sickeningly, stretch marks covering every inch, lumpy, uneven. I caressed it with such great affection, gaze lost in the slimy, brown and yellow stained skin. Someone at my side began to weep quietly, a young woman brought in yesterday. I reached down and sought out her sex, then began to masturbate her. She was trapped under a sleeping, exhausted man, though she squirmed and struggled to get away from my touch. They all knew me as a collaborator, a lover of the monsters. I wanted them to know.

Morning came and a nucleus of insects arrived carrying a half dozen breeders to add to the pile. Another had died in the night, her stomach ruptured and half grown larva exposed, packed in the solidified semen and shit that had filled her body cavity. They feasted on her while the new comers watched, held tight in the mandibles of their captors. I masturbated slowly, wishing there were fewer of them so I had my son's all to myself. No matter, soon there would be thousands more and this dry spell would be over! Just a week, a week and the sexually mature swarm would go form under twenty to more than a hundred!

A raped women laid there sobbing, cum, shit, and blood dribbling from her sex. As a way of welcoming, I crawled over to her, kissed her bloody hole, then slid my tongue down, inside. She gasped and wrenched herself up onto her elbow, "Wh, what are you doing?!" She demanded.

I looked up and only smiled, my voice had been lost a long while ago. I buried my face again in her folds, cleaning her, teasing her. I held her down by hand, fat and strong with life and semen. She couldn't budge me and didn't try very hard after a few moments of my ministrations. Once she had climaxed, I drew her close and cradled her, nuzzling at her cheek and throat-

"How long have you been here? You're different," she pointed out. I shrugged and grasped her hand, bringing it down between my legs so she could feel the wear and tear on my genitals and bowels. She recoiled in shock, "Oh my God! They're going to do that to me?" I nodded. She trembled, I touched her lips with a finger and grinned at her, looking as happy as I could. She stared in horror, "You... You enjoy it?" I nodded again. "That's disgusting... horrible!" I shrugged and laid my head to her chest, I could hear her heart beat, as fast as a rabit's.

Her name was Jane, and she became my shadow. I kept her with me where ever I went, Held her when they raped her, laid in her arms when they made love to me. I licked her clean when they were done, she learned to do the same to me, though I had to practically force her the first time. In the end, she learned to enjoy herself just in time for the first free-born to mature. Free time vanished entirely after that, three holes, three insects, no breaks only brief intermissions when changing partners or birthing--and not even always then. We laid together, clinging to one another, belly to belly face to face when we could see one another, but always in contact. Without my lover, I felt alone, so I clung to her.

I once again slipped into my mental rut, a thing, not a person, forgetting the world existed outside of my mates, the person laying with me, and my children being born. Nothing else mattered, nothing else impinged. Until it did.

One night during a semi lull, with only two young children using me and one using her, there was a cracking sound, like plastic bending and snapping repeatedly. It was too dark to see anything, but it came from the corner with my lover. I was excited, I knew he'd been alright, just pupating or whatever! I couldn't wait to see what he had grown up into without the nutrient syrup to prevent him from pupating.

With dawn, I got my first look at him, resting. Instead of a single fat and long shape, he had specialized more, some segments thinner, some thicker, with four legs, on his middle section of segments, two arms on his upper, and six wings, two from each. He looked like something between a dragon fly, centipede, and wasp. And wasp indeed, for at his tail end, instead of a blunt point, he had a sharp stinger. His face also possessed a second set of mandibles, and his hands had four clawed fingers. He was beautiful, deadly, and I wanted him so bad at that moment that I forgot about the two little ones mounting me. I crawled towards him, dragging them behind to their annoyance.

He saw me almost immediately and rose, coming towards me on four legs. So graceful, so powerful, and so beautiful; I wept. His hands reached down to caress my face, gentle, loving, sweet. Then he leaned in to kiss me, as we always did, and I returned it with such deep affection... until those two new mandibles snapped closed on my jaw, holding my face rigid against his. His mouth opened and a tongue uncurled, hollow, spilling fluid as it jammed down my throat. A burning ache was spreading through my face, centered on the puncture of his mandibles, venom I assumed.

Within seconds I began to feel strange, dizzy, confused, and extremely warm. No, not warm, aroused, incredibly, intensely aroused. I could barely move, barely think, but the feel of those two in my ass and sex sent molten waves of sensation crashing upon my mind, obliterating any thought I had. That was whatever he was spitting down my throat. The venom though, was eating its way through my nerves, leaving my face and throat numb in places, oversensitive in others. Then he dragged his tongue free, splashing the aphrodisiac over my face, it burned, caustic, smelled acrid.

I was lowered again, toward his underside as his tail curled in. That stinger glistened, a half foot long, sharp as a knife. My addled mind wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of me, as if it were a penis, as if it was just something to mate. He didn't oblige. The underside cracked open and only three petals emerged, the fourth having become the sting. He pressed his cloaca to my lips, and I licked at it hungrily, tasting the messy, reeking filth that soaked every crevice. His internals emerged, splattering over my face, down my chin, sour, burning, thick and dry. I fed upon what he gave me and nursed at him for more.

The numbness was spreading, deadening my throat, chest, and shoulders. I could barely keep my head up, but he held it for me. The petals swelled in my mouth, far thicker and longer than before. My jaw cracked and popped loudly, but I didn't feel a thing. His cloaca emerged, thicker, fleshier, and had to work its way back and forth to force its way down my throat. I tried to swallow but it didn't seem to do much more than twitch.

He stroked my hair, cradling my head against his cloaca. I couldn't breathe, but didn't much care, nothing really mattered. The two young in my aft end were enjoying themselves, and I loved every second of it. His bowels sliding down my throat satisified my heart. If I died at that moment, I would die happy. So too would he, I think.

His cloaca swelled against my lips, my jaw popped again and crunched as the petals spread wider. Blessed numbness made it only an academic thing, not something to be afraid of. Orgasmic drugging left me not even caring about academics. My hips rose and fell, mating against the youngers, while I sucked and choked on my lover and the bulge slid further down his cloaca, between my teeth and pinning against my throat.

Flesh popped and snapped audibly if not sensibly as he forced that mass down my throat, bulging it out sickeningly, ripping my throat, unzipping it. Blood filled my mouth, a distant taste hidden behind the taste of his filth. The numbness had spread to my ribs and arms, they hung limp, my legs were beginning to tremble as the muscles occasionally failed to clench. One of the youth pulled out of my bowels, plugged. He wandered off leaving me pinned between only two.

I knew deep within, he was killing me. My collarbone shattered as the mass slid further in, into my chest, pushing lungs and heart aside. Then he began to withdraw, then thrust, pushing it the last way with a jerk, through my epiglottal sphincter with a loud snap and into the cavity of my stomach. His... her? Egg fell free with a gush of fluid and a disgusting gurgle and splort. He jerked free and dropped me, just like that, leaving blood, shit, and other fluids to flow from my ruined throat and pool around my face. My lungs worked raggedly, drawing in desperate breaths... the rest of me was going numb though, helpless.

Off to the side, where I could just barely see, I watched my lover stalk over to my new friend and simply stab his stinger into her stomach, just below her navel. She screamed until her voice broke. He slammed his cloaca inside of the wound, following the stinger, and I watched with fascination. With me he had taken almost five minutes to lay that egg, with her, he deposited it in ten seconds flat. Thrust, stab, cut, then his cloaca bloomed in her wound and the bulge traveled the length of his tail and was forced like a bullet, into her body. He moved away then immediately and found a third victim somewhere in the pile.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the end, but was interrupted, one of the elder children grasped my face and pressed his cloaca in, through my ruined jaw and down my wound of a throat. He fertilized my egg and plugged the bloody hole that was my neck, leaving barely enough room for me to breathe. Things began to make sense now, decisions on design. Why the p lug? This was why. Why the kisses? He wanted to paralyze me. Though it was obvious that he cared about me, far more than he cared about the strangers. He had been so gentle, numbing me first, then slowly inserting. With them, he made new holes, didn't bother envenoming, and left them suffering in endless agony as their wounds were raped and plugged. I smiled, closed my eyes, and rested. It wouldn't be long.

The Last Birth

The venom was beginning to wear off. It felt like heartburn, distant, uncomfortable. My fingers tingled, my toes itched, my vagina twitched, my body shook every so often. But though I could only barely feel it, I could see my stomach jumping, bouncing. It had been a night a day and a night since my lover laid his egg in me. I hadn't seen him since, I assumed he was out hunting and laying his eggs far and wide.

A body was dropped infront of me, familiar, bloated. It was Jackie, a stunned, pained expression on her face, her penis twitching, drooling semen, perpetually erect, her anus gaping, prolapsed, and plug visible as a dark brownish mass half emerged. Her mouth was filthy, heavily used, and lips bruised, but she was smiling. Eyes met mine, recognition, I smiled back, or tried to, it might have worked but I'd never know.

My stomach jumped again, this time with a popping sound, then creek. She looked down, a hand reached out to touch my stomach, her eyes widened in horror. She knew, I didn't, I only suspected. A minute later the dull heartburn ache became a fierce, sharp burning in my gut. Things churned, but I couldn't see, only feel as I was eaten alive from the inside. Tears leaked, but not a sound escaped me, barely even a breath and that too was wet with blood. A rib broke as the massive larva thrashed and tore a chunk of muscle free. It hurt so much, not enough venom, or not long enough lasting.

At last, feeling dizzy and light, my ribs cracked open, flesh tore, and a blood soaked, angular head pushed free, almost reptilian looking but chitinous and compound of eye. As it pulled free my stomach collapsed, empty of everything; intestine, womb, organs, fat, and muscle. All gone; skin draped from broken ribs to pelvis. He launched himself at Jackie, sinking mandibles into her fleshy, bloated stomach, and burrowing directly in. I couldn't see much more, vision fading out, but I heard her scream hoarsely. She wasn't the only one either, someone else began to scream not far off, perhaps my friend? My lover had laid so many eggs that morning... I smiled.

End