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It'd been weeks now, Ripley had been queen to this hive for what he assumed to be nearly a month. The hive was healthy, the life was quite luxurious if highly unusual for a human. He'd layed so many eggs with his precious cunt, savoured and experienced so many powerful insectoid males. He was fed through those passionate french kisses, thick tongues slithering deep into his stomach to deposit sweet nutrients while others danced along his body to keep him clean and comfortable.

Ripley quietly wondered if this was to be his life now, bred and catered to as an ant queen, laying dozens of eggs each day while horny males lined up to eat out his pussy and present their smooth throbbing tools in hopes of being the next to experience the pleasures and relief only their queen could give. The hive was always warm and humid, comfortable without being noisome or overly musty. Of course there was always the lingering and enticing stank of hot sex, it was impossible to avoid when your whole purpose is to be bathed in ant jizz and let others fuck you preggers.

Today seemed different though, having woken up and no males were readying themselves for the sweet handsome cuntboy. The ants that did enter danced their antennae along his body, searching or reading something before leaving. He had no answer until finally a large soldier arrived and carefully grabbed Ripley in a tender grip with its mandibles before carrying him through the maze of tunnels. The miniscule hairs tickled his body making him squirm and chuckle, he was eager for a little more bug loving but couldn't understand where they were taking him.

"Did you know ants are necrophoric~?" chimed the doctor in his head abruptly, reminding him of his true situation. Dry air and fresh light soon met his eyes, free of the dim humidity of the nest while he was carried to the edges of the farm. "D-doc??" Ripley sputtered, gently deposited at the edges as the ant crawled away. "Fascinating creatures. The second they detect rot or disease in the form of oleic acid they will remove the source to prevent mold or sickness from spreading to the colony" he chimed in Ripleys head. A titanic figure soon loomed over the cage blocking all light, an enormous slab of rough metal rushing towards him as Ripley heard the chatter and panic from the hive.

"We've gotten all we need from you for the ants" he stated calmly as the massive slab was lowered before him with an inadvertant boom and disheveling of dirt, "Please climb aboard, you need a medical check to ensure there are no significant side-effects or problems with your initial changes or extended time in the hive" he stated calmly and coldly. With little choice Ripley crawled aboard and held on, the rough metal was smoothened, easy to grip but unable to cut him as he was hoisted upward with a rush of wind and a massive blur. Thankfully his miniscule size prevented the forces from affecting him greatly, had he been regular sized such g forces and wind resistance would have crushed his organs to putty.

"W-what about the ants? They need a queen!" Ripley shouted, concerned for the wellfare of his offspring and accustomed to the comforts a month as their breeder had provided. "You've birthed a queen, they'll be fine" the doctor assured while carrying Ripley to a small table outfitted with equipment to compensate for the miniscule humans size. Scanners began to look him over the second he had been deposited on the table, massive robotic eyes looking from every angle as he stood on the cold surface with the scientist stepping back to operate it all remotely.

Lights of various colours, warm radiation from xrays and countless other devices washed a welcome warmth over his body from the natural gentle chill of the room. A deep loud thrumming ran through him constantly as data flashed and rolled across the scientists screen from the running systems embedded in the platform. He looked pleased from what Ripley could see of the gargantuan structure of a man. Ever-so-carefully small devices with near-microscopic needles decended, a small slat gripping and locking Ripley in place as the scientist ordered a quick "Please remain still" and began to take bodily fluids with a small repetition of jabs and prods, cum, milk, blood, urine, saliva. All of it was unceremoniously taken from the small confused cuntboy forced to endure and grunt until they had completed their tasks and pulled away.

It was at this time he noticed a small symbol on his thigh, black ink in the shape of an ant, a tramp stamp of sorts tattooed like a tally for the species he'd just been with. It was a great deal quite fast, his emotions ran rampant trying to recover and ponder at a loss for words from the sudden upending of his comfort.

"W-h..Well what about all of THIS!?" he finally shouted, gesturing to his shrunken body with a blush. "What the hell is your plan for me!? Am I even going to be paid for this?? Is my family-!" he shouted harshly, buried concerns and confusion welling up within him from the sudden change of scenery and forced again to face reality. He was no longer secure or warm, he was now trapped at the scientists whims once more in a strange metal room and now he was the size of a large ant!

His shouting was abruptly halted, the good doctor Malloy cutting off the strung-out cboi. "Ripley, I'd like to thank you for your co-operation. And while I will not yet reveal the importance of all these tests to you I assure you you're FAR too valuable to us, your entire race and even this world for us to be careless or callous" he stated calmly yet firmly. "All I ask is that you are patient. After this next test I swear to you we will give you the opportunity to see for yourself how sincere we are" he answered almost sweetly, or as sweetly as a professional with little social skills can accomplish.

The promise, false or genuine, helped to alleviate Ripleys rising concern. A silence followed, awkward and heavy as he mulled to himself and the doctor continued with his examinations. "Well" he sighed looking upward again as he sat on the cold metal and hugged his knees to himself. "Can you at least explain this shrinkage to me and everything? I mean, am I stuck like this?" he asked quietly with a lingering concern.

"Explaining in any sort of intimate detail may void my contract right now and frankly I doubt you'd wholly understand the mechanics, quantum and otherwise, behind the miracle we've achieved" Malloy answered as he input directions and notes on his screen. "However I CAN tell you it is most certainly not permanent" he grinned, "Why in time we expect you to be able to control your size at your own leisure among other bodily functions. I assure you your co-operation with us is of the utmost importance" he answered with a prideful smile.

"Well, Mr. Ripley" he hummed clearing his throat, "I'm happy to say you are in top-health, no lingering traces of foreign dna. Contamination is minimum and controlled by your bodies natural functions but we will wait an hour before you meet your next suitor".

"Next suitor..?" Ripley muttered nervously as the ant farm all but vanished into the floor and a fresh glass cage equally large arose.

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You'd be shocked how comfortable doll furniture can be, a reality Ripley was forced to quickly live with after the examination equipment retracted into the table and a playset was placed with full furnishings for him to be comfortable. Stickers this close looked even more absurd, big thick posters that stank of cheap adhesive and plastered with blown up pictures of mundane household scenes and objects.

He relaxed on a flat and blocky couch, fabric at this size was shockingly comfortable, even a thin sheet was similar to a silken hammock. Cutely the bath actually worked, likely an added feature for his miniature luxury as he opted to wash off the stink of hundreds of horny ants and more or less showers of their cum. The soap was rather bland, hardly smelling even of starch yet it cleanly pulled off the filth and scents that had clung so aggressively to his smooth and supple skin.

Once washed and comfortable his eyes looked over the fresh cage in the large room with him. It was seemingly open, but something had more or less made a natural cave or home to block out the vast amount of light with wood and scraps of foliage. A dim figure skittered around rarely but it was difficult to see anything other than a quick flash of something long and thin. A warm tingling ran through Ripley as the hour came to a close, a somewhat perverse warmth in his core that made his pussy moisten and a blush fill his cheeks.

There was little fear, in fact there was a sort of curious and perverse excitement. The ants had proven to be the best sex he'd ever experienced, what would this thing or things provide with its alien nature?

"Mr. Ripley" spoke Malloy's voice in his head, the good doctor calm and professional as always. "Are you prepared?" he asked as Ripley gave a nod. He was in this for the long run now, not that quitting was ever an option. "Good, please try to remain standing" he heard the doctor chuckle.

That previous warmth burst forth like an inferno, pumping through his core and veins. Ripley tensed and let out a shout of shock and pain. He grit his teeth and shuddered before he began to grow, heaving a pant as the warmth was pulled away and replaced with an intense chill. He was shedding heat rapidly as he began to expand, his equilibrium faltered as everything around him shrunk. He gripped the shrinking playset, panting and tensing as his bones and muscles shifted and expanded with slight irregularity yet equalled out in the end in a stressfully painful process.

While it took a mere 60 second the sensation left it feeling like hours, a mix of intense warmth and chill that mingled and slowly found equilibrium in Ripleys trembling form. He was a few inches tall now, at least 12 times bigger than before as he looked over the playset that had once housed him so comfortably now adorably small, little more than a playhouse at best.

"Hmm, a few irregularities we'll need to correct" muttered the doctor passively in Ripleys mind, "How do you feel? Soreness, temperature, any clouding of thought?". "Cold.." muttered the panting cuntboy as he gathered his breath and recovered. "Sorry for that, these initial experiments are to refine the process. I assure you in time this will be a flawless procedure" the doctor answered apologetically. "Take a few minutes to rest and we'll let you meet your new room mate".

Ripley couldn't help feeling this was in some way a game to them, one he was forced to follow. At the very least he'd have proof whether or not they were genuine in a few days or so. If this was anything like the ants those days would pass by rather nicely.

The odd warmth eventually settled, a gentle temperature flowing through his core as he heaved a sigh and timidly rubbed his moist puffy pussy lips. His fingers were drenched, strings of his sweet feminine nectar clung to his digits as an odd scent filled his nostrils. It was almost flowery, somewhat chemical and was definitely coming from him. "Bug perfume I guess" he sighed to himself, if the ants were anything to go by then this was his way of advertising.

A shadow once again decended, the doctor still a towering behemoth but at least nowhere near the intimidating figure he once was. At the very least he looked definitively human now even with a suit masking his features. "Little overdressed aren't we?" he chuckled as the doctor rested his open palm on the table. "Can't risk contamination and your new suitor is rather shy. It will be easier if you are placed in the cage with him" he responded before Ripley heaved a sigh and climbed aboard.

It was impressive how warm a person could feel when you were this size. The doctors hand was like a heated blanket through his glove while the world blurred and spun around him on his way to his destination, an unreal speed to him that was no doubt hardly a few steps for the doc.

Soon he was over the cage, an odd musty smell of moist rotting leafs and wood met his senses alongside something else. The smells weren't offensive, they were somehow natural and calming. If he could hear the rush of a river nearby it'd be almost serene. The hand lowered into the dim light, strings were everywhere, holding onto various bits of debris like decorations as he soon managed to hop off onto the soft soil floor while the doctor pulled away his limb.

It was dim here, but nowhere near the darkness Ripley had assumed, perhaps the reflection off the glass from the outside light source made it look darker. It was warm in here, damp like the nest he had been in. That smell was more pervasive now, rich and earthy yet somehow slightly chemical like his own. It was almost like sap or syrup, free of sugars it was a rather woodsy and rich fragrance that invited calmness and further deeper breaths.

He looked about his small cavernous home, the light refracted off the suspended strings, glistening beautifully with their sticky-OHGODITSWEBBING!

Realization struck hard but much too late. This had to be a spiders nest, even now he could see figures of insects and odd casings suspended from or glued to the roof. Strings of silk meant to capture and ensnare prey clung to the walls and covered the floor as a sensory trap informing the creature if something approached its lair. All the upturned dirt no doubt meant it had dug itself a large home in here before he heard something shifting in the darkness. It was almost completely silent, efficient and disorienting, he couldn't tell where it was even as his heart began to drum in his chest.

Spiders were already a mild phobia for him. They were one of the creatures to survive the apocalypse, normally docile and grew to be the size of cats, but one the size of HIM!?

"Are you familiar with Nephila Pilipes?" the doctor asked calmly as Ripley shouted "SPIDER! A GODDAMN SPIDER!" in light panic and beat upon the glass. "Giant Golden Orb-Weaver to be precise" responded the doc as a cooling calming chill ran through Ripleys spine. He let out a grunt and shudder as he palmed the glass. "W-what." he panted as the doctor added "Relax, a sedative to ease your concerns. I wasn't aware you had a fear of spiders, but I assure you after this encounter your opinion will be much more favourable~" he hummed in his usually pleased and controlled voice approaching smug.

Ripley looked back, a huge silhouette expanded into an arachnid the size of a horse slowly moving from the darkness. It's carapace was...eerily beautiful, a mix of gold and soft blues. Worry still teased at his nerves but the sedative allowed him to appreciate the beast before him. It was nearly twice his size, each long thin leg longer than the beast itself and tipped with dextrous claws. The blacks along its form seemed to emphasize and outline its more beautiful colourations as the thick and short coating of vibrant fur covered its form drawing attention to its streamlined and slender figure.

"Oh..I" Ripley blushed, the beasts fangs and mandibles were thick, its thorax long and cylindrical as it looked over Ripley with its eight focused black eyes. It's feet allowed it to move silently, long strides as it approached and rubbed its mandibles together tasting Ripleys scent. There was an odd slick sound as it approached, light chitters and cracks while it rubbed its fanged together. A thicker musk began to meet his lungs, a scent of dried petals and moss. It was shockingly pleasant and erotic yet raw and smothering.

Ripleys eyes soon spotted the source, a long thick red slithering cock dripped the pungent fluids like a sap from its glimmering tool. The imense member had slipped from an engorged slit in the underside of its abdomen and now writhed proudly in the open air wafting the heavy musky aroma of an aroused and potent male beast.

"Okay even I know that's not normal.." muttered Ripley, gazing as the creature soon lowered itself and began to run its mandibles across his body, exploring him with a pleasing and curious touch. "You are correct, normally a male spiders breeding organs are on its Pedipalps and more or less look like additional fangs or legs" the doctor chimed, "To facilitate easier breeding we've taken liberties with gene therapy in our specimens. You needn't worry, your offspring will be free from these behavioural and genetic imperfections" he assured.

The words were more or less lost on Ripley, the massive spider having pinned his shoulders to the glass wall as its head was quickly between the cuntboys legs tasting his feminine nectar. The Cuntboy let out gasps and moans slathering the beasts monstrous face in a dense mix of pheromones and feminine arousal that spurred it onward. The more it tasted its new bitch the more it licked and chittered in its odd appreciation and excitement, that thick tool beneath its abdomen writhing as it flicked strings of its potent breeding juices to splatter over the surrounding web and dirt filling the air with its heavy mossy fragrance dense in his own potent pheromones and lust.

Fear of the beast had already been replaced with a throbbing desire, every breath signalling his potency and worthiness to be the breeding male as Ripleys mind swam in the heavy musk and intense sensations of this creature pinning him so aggressively and eating out his sopping wet cunt with an aggressive thirst. "Ahahn~ G-godss!" he hissed and trembled, a light slurp from the creature feeding on his warm feminine lube as its mandibles pressed against his mates silken lips and pried them wide for a perverse exploratory muscle to slither deep tasting Ripley to his vulnerable womb.

A light squeak and tremor was his only response, the pleasure reaching a peak as he arched his back and gripped the beasts legs that held him stil and helpless. With a shrill weakened squeal he came, his insides contracting, squeezing and milking the Spiders organ as a flood of his translucent lust poured over the creatures face spurring and arousing it further with the fragrant wash of feminine need. He hadn't even finished cumming by the time it pulled back and used its front two legs to heft and carry the panting slut deeper into the dank dark depths of its lair.

Ripley simply held on, trembling as he was hoisted upward and laid upon a warm bed of silk suspended in the middle of the cave. Almost no light, everything an eerie twilight allowing his other senses to enrich themselves. The creatures musk was thick, the mix of petals, moss and a pungent masculine richness and chemical tang that made his throat tingle and lungs heavy. It was almost a drug, a nefarious scent meant to inhibit and seduce the vulnerable and make them receptive to the creatures desires. Perhaps, that was exactly the point~ He was altered afterall, changed into a powerful and eager male meant to smother and breed human females full of his virile young.

The very thought made Ripley tremble and cream again, the heavy scent intoxicating, exotic yet so intensely natural and raw. The spider climbed behind him, on the other side of the web as he felt the strings of webbing hooking to his feet and hands. It was binding him in his addled state, ensuring he couldn't run or escape from its pleasure and lust. It was so delicate and soft yet tough, impossible to break as string after string carefully bound his arms and legs.

The beast cut a line, letting Ripley swing slightly before a new one was attached and angled him slightly forward. His arms were spread out, stuck with thick globs of webbing to keep his hands and wrists from wriggling out as the Spider worked its magic on his legs as well. When was pulled spread eagle the beast almost seemed to taunt him, slipping its fuzzy abdomen between his legs, slithering its hot slimey cock against his thighs and drooling its thick pre as it wrapped around his ankle and squeezed with a warm sticky squish.

Perhaps it was showing its excitement, trying to match Ripleys drooling cunt with its drooling cock. The copious fluids clung to his skin like a glue, so warm and hesitant to dry as it soaked into his supple flesh leaving the powerful erotic scent of the beasts maleness to stain and linger on him.

It took entirely too long for him to be spread eagle and ready, suspended in the cave as webbing kept his limbs splayed and pussy exposed. He could feel the Spider climbing up again, behind him, resting carefully on its new toy as it anchored its powerful chitinous limbs against the strings holding Ripley in place. Finally he felt that thick slimey tool rubbing his inner thighs, exploring his body and slathering its prize in its fragrant fluids and intense lust.

The scent was almost smothering, trapped in the damp cave of its home with little circulation until the taste of hot male arachnoid sex and damp foliage clung to the back of his throat. Two limbs gripped him, one holding his head still just under his chin, the other gripping his chest and squeezing his tits to inadvertantly coax out a trickle of fresh cuntboy milk. Thin yet powerful claw-like limbs kept him held in place, that slithering serpentine worm of a pulsing cock finally pressed against his tender swollen lips and rubbed against his thighs as the first strings of hot spider cum and pre splattered and gushed against Ripleys intimate walls.

His mate was not gentle, a hard shove, a loud squish and tense stretching slurp and his immense tool was deep within Ripley. The spike of pleasure, the joined slickness forced him to scream in bliss. The webbing rocked and bounced as it gripped him tight, the spider yanked its cock back before ramming in again with a squishing pop to tug at Ripleys swollen lips. The brute wasted no time in fucking his prize, trapped and vulnerable as it thrust and pumped hard to bounce and shake the web binding his bitch. Each shove and thrust forced out strings of mixed arachnid and fem cum, hot pre slathering Ripleys legs and soon showering over the ground and webbing below as it pumped tip-to-hilt with each powerful shove forcing him to experience the beasts full girth with each filling entry.

The horny creature beat and drilled Ripleys pussy hard, pumping its slithering slimey mass past his cervix to pop in and out of the sluts quaking womb. Hard shoves milked out strings of its cum, soiling his insides with its stinging essence as Ripley whimpered and grunted from the intense stretching and loud hot messy fuck. The process to get here had been so slow and delicate, the binding, the courtship. But once he had what he wanted he would take it, an ambush predator, merciless and quick as the cave rang with slurps and squishes from Ripleys tugging pussy and stretching lips milking the beasts writhing violating cock fucking deep into his helpless womb readying to flood his babymaker.

The hot squishes and grunts, the messy pops and smecks mingled with the dizzying pleasure and constant strings of their mixed fluids that draped and clung to the rutting pair overwhelming Ripleys senses as each breath heaved and quaked in delerium from the deep breeding and intense bitter stink of its orgasmic musk. He could only tremble and groan as he came, milking that pistoning fuckmeat buried in his snatch as it slimed his insides and thighs in musky spider goo. The flexing walls and hard contractions of his womb set the beast off. It almost hissed as it rammed deep, hilting in Ripley with a loud slap as his abdomen swelled from the excess of cock meat suddenly wriggling in him like a snake. It pulsed and throbbed feeling so much bigger than before as the hot flood of its potent cum began to fill his core and slather his walls in audible gushes and bubbling squishes of potent seed.

Ripley helplessly moaned as he was bred, the hot cum thick like glue, fresh sperm to coat his vulnerable eggs and seed them with the monster spiders lovely offspring. The feeling of being bred, the perverse delight of being bound and tugged so fiercely, the creature cared for his welfare only so much that it could fuck and breed him, the most carnal of love.

Cum poured and poured into him until it slowly oozed out in a sticky river, the tang of spider jizz adding to the warm sensations and thick aroma soiling the air as Ripley trembled in a panting mess of sweat. "T-that was...H-holy fuck~ And I thought the ants were intense" he giggled in a daze. The response was a thick wad of webbing smeared across his mouth, solidifying into a sticky muffle as the beast attatched strings to Ripleys head and neck.

It snapped the strings holding him one at a time, attatching another to the roof for his back as it adjusted him while still cumming deep in his throbbing pussy until the cum was pouring from their joined sexes like a perverted waterfall that loudly splattered against and soaked into the soil below. He really was just a hot fucktoy to this creature, the sticky webbing tugging at his skin as it pulled him back and tugged its thick filthy cock from his gaping twat.

It carefully readjusted, angling Ripley back and shifting backward itself as it bound his arms together and yanked upward. Hot stirred cum poured from his pussy over the beasts abdomen and genital slit only furthering the incredible mess of wasted sperm, a hot chitter and hiss of pleasure reached Ripley's ears, to the spider its bitch was silenced.

He wrapped his immense filthy tool around Ripleys thigh, rubbing in his sexual fluids with pride and savouring every second that the breeding slut would be his. He slid in once more, fucking Ripley deep and hard reverse-cowboy style as the human let out muffled drooling squeaks and groans of hot pleasure through the messy slaps and squishing slurps of their hot messy fuck. His legs rubbed against the creatures furry abdomen and tickled his skin only adding to the insane sensations, torture and immense perverse pleasure of the dominant bound fuck.

Ripley was bred for hours by his stud, the beast even took breaks to recharge before returning to continue the process of hot messy spider loving once more. Eventually Ripley rested tied and filled with cum to the brim as webbing was attached to his pussy to seal him like a plug. He'd been left suspended in a daze, panting hotly from the intense breeding as the one responsible crawled somewhere else into the cave. Sleep overcame him in his weariness, he was sore in all the right ways, even his precious ass hadn't been spared from the now river of hot sticky semen that oozed from his throbbing anus yet the afterglow left him barely able to form a coherent thought.

The webbing was shockingly comfortable, he slept long and deep in a sleeve of the protective silk before a shaking of the web slowly pulled him from his slumber. Already his belly had doubled in size with countless eggs as a long clawed limb slowly strung and wrapped his belly with supportive webbing. The spider was behind him now, holding onto the webbing and resting Ripley against its tough chitinous form. He could only breath through his nose and look around in his entrapment as he relaxed and let it do its thing.

Once done the burden and weight were reduced and Ripley found himself comfortable again he jumped suddenly. The creature slowly began rubbing Ripleys belly, caressing the forming young as a claw slowly cut into the webbing covering his face and delicately pulled it away letting him take in a slow breath and sigh. It lowered its maw to his, a small brown paper-like piece of material that smelled sweet was offered to him. An exploratory bite revealed it to be some sort of nutrient pellet or paste. It was sweet like caramel and made his mouth water for more as his needy body sought the nutrients and proteins necesarry to help their young form.

Suddenly the creature was intimate again, protective and caring yet a hard aggressive fuck when it had the opportunity. He didn't know enough about spiders to know what was added or what wasn't, but 8 legs tipped with sharp claws continued to dance over his body teasingly yet delicately coaxing out tension and stiffness in the weirdest after-fuck cuddle of his life.

It continued like this for a few days, Ripley would tremble and grunt, panting out light whines and moans as he began to lay. His lover would form natural baskets and catch all the eggs, pressing on his mates abdomen to help the cuntboy lay the small orbs that would loudly pop out with copious juices and strings of cum to land safely in the webbing. He would lay dozens at a time, all wrapped up and filled with moms nutritious feminine juices before the spider would carefully suspend them in the cave to gestate and grow.

Again by morning Ripley would be bound in a new position, bred like a bitch and filled with an excess of the spiders hot thick cum until he screamed in hot pleasure and struggled not to pass out through his repeated quaking orgasms. His lover would cuddle him afterward, oddly gentle and affectionate until he was ready to lay and be fucked and filled once more as his master all but teased him by slathering its slick beastly cock over his exposed flesh giving the shuddering cuntboy an entirely new love and appreciation of bondage.

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Sacks eventually adorned the cave like decorations, the only true light came from that shimmering golden carapace of his powerful mate. Fed and massaged frequently as the doctor spouted something about "Mate guarding" behaviour but admitted the techs might've gotten a bit inventive to help facilitate successful insemination and ease interaction with humans.

The information hardly mattered, but when it was his time to leave he was somewhat sad to go. The spider tried to defend him fiercely, but Ripley was soon pulled from his bondage and out into the dry open air of the lab once more. Again the doctor calmly scanned him, asking odd questions before he was cleared and offered a luxurious play set once more with working bath and this time an actual functioning entertainment deck.

He cleaned himself off, sighing as he relaxed from a long week of being fucked and birthing inhuman offspring. The thick smell and taste of spider cock still hung vividly in his mind, the rich mossy scent mixed with a hot bitter sexual tang and the feel of that sticky fluid coating and filling him. The show playing in the background helped little to ease his warming cunt, having been spoiled by so much intense sex lately he couldn't help but explore his soft lips with his fingers remembering his lovers and their alien appendages.

A light ping paused his pleasures, slipping his digits from his sopping quim to see his intranet account was accessible. A message from his family had pinged on screen as he felt an odd wash of shame and excitement. While he was eager to see they were well, what would they think of him fucking bugs and giving his parents hundreds of inhuman grandchildren?

No doubt he was under watch anyways, no point in mentioning this stuff just yet. With sticky fingers he began to tap at the provided holographic keyboard and open the message. His family was worried for him, but ecstatic over the amount of wealth he was bringing in. Already they'd received enough money to cover an entire years expenses. Certainly it was technically HIS money, but he'd given his parents full access for this very reason.

Pictures flooded in of the home, upgraded, sealed and improved with better air filtering and shielding, actual fresh water and a full pantry. His younger siblings had tears of joy in their eyes, his parents gleaming with pride as Ripley blushed and felt wetness well up in his own. Life was hard down there, VERY hard. The fact he managed to come out in as good of shape as he was was no less than a miracle. They didn't need to know the specifics of what he was doing, but he did tell them he was doing well and enjoying the job a bit more than he probably should. At this rate even his siblings could have some of their problems relieved through cybernetics!

The chat was short and sweet, limited to intranet mail but a burden was certainly lifted from his shoulders. This job might turn out pretty great afterall~

"Ready for your next breeding, Ripley?" came the doctors voice, Ripley pulling from his entertainment deck and peeking outside. No evidence of any new terrarium or cage. The spiders enclosure had already been removed as he looked about and pulled back with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess...but what is it? There's nothing out there" asked the confused slut to the voice transmitted into his very skull. "Oh you needn't worry about that with this one, we're able to place him in your playset. A quick seeding while we prep the enclosure for the Hares" he answered calmly.

"Hairs..?" Ripley asked curiously, "Indeed a near-extinct prey species. You'll see plenty of them soon enough. Quite energetic" the doctor assured while images of large balls of fluff or walking hairdo's popped into the cboi's mind.

The doctors thunderous steps soon rang through the room, a jar in his hands as he calmly placed it upon the table and left it on its side. An enormous slug of grey and mottled brown inched its way around the transparent surface while the lid was removed.

The beast was like an enormous and girthy slithering worm with a thick brown saddle of smooth flesh on its back. The skin past it was seemingly grey and wrinkled horizontally to the point they nearly produced fins while the caramel head was covered in irregular warty bumps with 2 long stalks protruding forward to function as eyes.

Its long thick eye stalks wiggled and shifted about, sensing its area as Ripley felt that odd warmth and ping within him again, no doubt the nanites going to work as a miniscule pill was ever so carefully dropped beside him.

"We'll need you to ingest that. The sinks and glasses in your play kitchen are functional if you'd prefer to take it with water" stated the doctor through his transmitter or microphone. Little doubt his voice coming from his mouth would be no less than thunder to his tiny ears.

Ripley shuddered at the sight of the slimey beast slithering out of the jar slowly, he could see its flat undulating lips and curious mouth as its head probed its surroundings leaving a trail of goo when it contacted the table.

He popped the pill without hesitation, the size of a grain of salt to the doctor but rather normal for Ripley. He stepped back waiting for its effects...nothing seemed to happen and even the slug seemed to carry little interest.

"Something wrong, doc..?" asked Ripley as he examined himself finding a spider figure had been added to the tramp stamps on his thigh then looked to the titan as he walked away towards the lab once more. "None at all, you simply required something of a recharge. Give it a few minutes" he hummed calmly as he made his exit leaving Ripley alone with the oozing and slithering creature.

The slug seemed to mindlessly wander, slowly exploring its new environment while Ripley felt a weariness overtake him. He was tired, though he hadn't done much other than be fucked for the last month it was no doubt hard on his body to produce so many young. While the slimey beast stupidly wandered he opted to go to his couch and lay down, resting upon the soft fabric as sleep gradually stole his senses once more.

The rest was not long, a short replay of the events leading to this point before he felt a strange sensation bathing his feet. It was some sort of kneading, warm and soft like a sponge that tickled and made his writhe. Groggily opening his eyes, Ripley looked downward with a shudder to the enormous snail easily as large as he was as it seemed to taste and rub its lips over his toes.

It soon began to creep forward, over the couch as Ripley shuddered and tried to look away. It was so sticky, it felt so wrong. Long strands of its slime clung to his form, the smell of dirt and cum starting to fill his senses as it began to explore its partner, a disturbing musk wafted from its whole body as if the slime itself poured its dense pheromones.

His legs were soon under it, under that warm mass of slime and spongy flesh as it crept forward. It's head soon met Ripleys pussy, unwillingly wet while his own scent was no doubt euphoric to the nearly blind creature. It seemed to taste and kiss, pressing its spongy head against his lips eager for more feminine nectar.

It pushed again and again, squishing disgustingly in an unwanted and disturbing pleasure until Ripley let out a light yelp of shock. Its head slowly began to compress, a squish of slime and a pop before it had begun to enter him! Ripley let out a shuddering groan, it felt so wrong, it was so slow he could feel every intimate detail of its warty flesh as it slowly squished and pushed with pops and gouts of its musky slime against his straining walls while it slithered and squished itself deeper and deeper into his pussy.

His belly began to swell, his pussy stretched by the perverted gastropod as he couldn't even kick under its slimey sticky girth, coated and slowly filled he loosed a light whimper and felt something stiff and spongy against his feet. It was no doubt the creatures cock, incredibly thick and just as warty as its head but somewhat stubby like a plug.

"Ffuhuck~!" Ripley sputtered, baring his teeth in a scowl as his body strained against the intrusion. It drank in his sweet nectar, each inching shove and wriggle forcing out a small trickle of his arousal as its perverted body stretched and clung to Ripleys flexing walls. He tensed and let out a grunting gasp, pleasure tingling up his spine as his body tried to force the thing out only to meet those rigid slimey bumps that resisted and intensified the pleasure. Even with the pheromones and juices the beast didn't seem to understand or care, it searched deeper, compressing its form and filling the cuntboy with an excess of slimey flesh as he let out a drooling groan from the squishing pops and slurps of this creature violating him.

Finally his pleasure peeked, the slug kissing his cervix, mashing its face against the final barrier before his womb until it nearly formed a seal and pulled back with a squishy pop. With a heaving scream his muscles clenched, pushed over the edge while hot fem-cum washed the slugs body and mingled its slime with the contracting muscles forcing the curious slimey beast from the confines of Ripleys spasming womb. With a messy pop it slurped out, disoriented and incredibly horny as Ripley let out light whimpers and gasps humping the air while slime and cum gushed from his spasming lips in warm strings.

The creature seemed to stare, watching the cboi cream and tremble as he drenched the waiting creature in a mix of their fluids. When finally the quaking and thrashing ended it continued, slowly crawling its way up Ripleys panting form as it rubbed its fat cock against his inner legs and thighs letting each thick bump press deliberately and secrete its sexual ooze.

The perverse and warm blanket of spongy flesh and slime soon reached his chest, the creatures head resting upon his buxom as its slick lips explored and found his tender nips. A light nibble and tug elicted a yelp from Ripley and a reward of his rich creamy cuntboy milk to grace the thirsting creatures maw.

It sucked again, slowly, coaxing out a slow trickle of Ripleys rich cream as it slid and slithered its fat stubby cock to eventually kiss his slick pussy lips. The entry was slow, Ripley pinned under the warm squishy beast as he was milked and penetrated with an easing squish and smeck.

"Aahh~" he gasped with a shuddering moan as that thick oozing sponge of cock pumped into his quivering lips. It felt disturbingly good, slow and perverse, to be slathered and embraced by this sticky and squishy mass of warty muscle. The slug had little reason to move now, it had found its prize and a source of food. Breeding could commence.

He could do nothing but submit as the creature slowly worked, gradual careful pumps of its thick throbbing member spread Ripley wide as its thirsty lips suckled at the shuddering cuntboy's nips. His arms slowly crept over its form, embracing it as he trembled and let it work his needy pussy with each light pop and squish of its perverse bumpy prick..

It was so pleasingly slimy, so incredibly warm and sticky. The more the creature relaxed and slowly fucked his victim the more it managed to gradually drape over him as it gulped down the irresistible treat of milk and pleasure of a tight warm cunny kissing and milking at his pulsing oozing member.

Ripley shuddered through quaking breathes, hugging this slimey love-sponge slowly fucking his cunt, teasing and tingling him with the perverse sensational pleasure of touch. It's musty smell was pungent, clinging to the slime it excreted and rubbed over its new mate. The taste of dirt and mud mixed with the stink of cum and raw musk filled Ripleys nostrils as it undulated against him in a delicate and alien massage and exploration of his body.

One could call it the most messy and intimate of cuddles, every shift caused its flesh to suck on his and tug off with a pop, bubbles of slime rose and oozed outward as it enjoyed its warm meal and cock sleeve through squishes and slight slurps while it's pungent sexual aroma filled the small play home, staining it with the creatures unusual but potent stench.

Something warm began to fill Ripleys quivering womb, pouring past and clinging to his walls. The beasts cum. It was warm and disturbingly slick as it entered and pooled in every crease it could find. It mingled with the fluids already within him, coagulating and clinging as balls and clumps of sperm to his walls. More gradually poured in, even its orgasms perversely slow as though a faucet had been turned on and forgotten now flooded the cuntboys precious womanhood.

All he could do was moan, hugging his slimey lover as he felt each pulse and splatter of its seed slowly building pressure and flooding his womb. It stained his vulnerable eggs, inseminating them with the beasts offspring as it continued to slowly feed and thrust smearing their fragrant love across his thighs.

"W-why" Ripley shuddered watching the creature calmly suck and fuck, "W-why does this feel so good~?" he trembled through a blush. There was almost no energy to it, the direct opposite of the spiders aggressive breeding. They were locked together, the sheer pressure and volume of its cum forcing it past his cervix in stringy globs to cake his walls and gradually pack his babymaker with its young.

He laid back in surrender, trapped under a blanket of spongy squishing flesh as it slowly fucked and inseminated him, packed him full of its potent semen and fed until it was satisfied. It was fucking and cuddling at the same time, a perverse full-body massage and foreplay. How so much could be rolled into so little at once was a miracle, but the combined pleasures forced a quaking orgasm to rock his core once more as he accepted the creatures essence.

There was no true way to tell, unable to reach his entertainment deck or check the time but to Ripley at least it had felt like hours of cuddle-fucking before the large earthy slug seemed satisfied. It gradually rolled off Ripley, trailing slime, cum and pussy juice as it slipped back into its jar leaving the cuntboy and play house a sticky mess reeking of a thick and pungent beastial sex.

Ripley had never felt so dirty yet somehow satisfied. He was filthy and filled with slug love. The warm excretions of a gastropod had pooled and clumped into jelly within him. Warmth from the alien sensations and full-body pleasures still lingered in and on him as he drifted once more to sleep feeling the sluggy spunk shift and continue to thicken inside him.

Steady dreams of his old life toyed with his mind, vivid memories of the family home, hopeful dreams of its improvements. The smiles of his provided-for family helped ease any worries before a churning and pressure awoke him hours later. His belly was gravid with countless orbs as he huffed and tensed hugging his gut. The eggs were spongy, shifting inside him while he felt the rush of slime from his cunt.

"Ohh fuck..".

He was so hungry, his body craved nutrients as he rolled from bed with a heaving pant. Thus far his mate or mates had always provided all the food and hydration he'd need until the little ones were laid, but this time he was on his own. "D-doctor..?" he asked aloud, the lab slightly dim as he waddled to the play kitchen praying for relief.

And it seems he was answered! Fortune on his side as inside the small toy fridge that apparently functioned were countless small food items. While mostly containers of smoothies and other seemingly bland food products all meant to maximize protein it hardly mattered.

Ripley dug in, the cool goo, the creamy smoothies and small hunks of waxy paste all passed his lips eagerly. They had hardly any taste, mostly sweet if anything and with a texture that bordered on unpleasant but it was exactly what he needed. Such rich foods helped facilitate the growth of his young, all rapidly processed as it fed the growing writhing eggs inside of him that yet swelled his pregnant tummy further.

He ate like a man starved, gorging himself on over half of the fridges contents before he finally felt the weighty pangs of hunger begin to die down. He pulled a few more treats to passively snack, filling a little jug with water as he hefted his now immense tummy and slowly made trails to the filthy couch once more.

His impressive muscles strained, the cboi proud and thankful for his strong masculine form. He couldn't imagine how women could carry such a burden for so long, even doing this for a few hours was a bloody workout!

A movie was turned to on the entertainment deck, sanctioned of course by the new Google government while he rubbed his gut with motherly pride and felt his pussy gradually drool a thick flow of musky slime from his lover and his own insides as the eggs made room.

It wouldn't be too long now, it never was. Maybe a day at most to process young, or at least bugs. It would probably be worse with the "Hairs" or whatever they were. But no matter, for now he could relax, he could stop worrying and enjoy the warm throes of motherhood and soon the relief and pleasure of laying each and every one of his squishy eggs.

It only took a few movies, a cute romance comedy, a quick glance over the government news and finishing off with an action flick before warmth washed over his legs. It was time. He kneeled right where he was, light breaths as he tried to calm himself. He wanted to get somewhere he could hide his young, modified instinct driving him to the bathroom and waiting tub.

He left a trail of birthing slime as he made his way and soon kneeled in the small porcelain bowl. The pressure building once more as his muscles clenched feeling the warmth and excess of spheres pushing towards his entrance. "G-godz~!" he trembled with a grunt, panting as sparks of pleasure pushed through his body. He could feel each egg that pushed past his cervix, trailing through his womanhood and soon stretching out his lips before popping out with a gush of fluids to land gently in the tub nearly suspended by the strings of slime that followed.

A loud groan marked the exit of the next and then so again after that. Each new egg was a quaking sensation of relief and pleasure, repeated stretchings, the flood of sexual fluids, and the final relief of the eggs escape with a lewd pop. Each small orb was the size of a softball, a dull opaque yellow in colouration as they slowly clung together like glue and adhered to the tubs surface under their human mother.

Ripley simply released beastial grunts, an animal laying its young as he watched each egg leave him in a euphoric stupor, the warm flood from between his legs, the gaping and stretching of his tender lips while he rubbed his shrinking abdomen in bliss. Birthing was sometimes better than the fucking, so much warmth and pleasure leaving him, filling the tub as instincts and bliss rolled through his addled mind numbing him to any and all possible pain.

It was only when the last of his younglings left his quaking cunt that he finally looked down to examine the mess of sexual fluids and eggs. A thick pile, all clinging carefully together like a layer against the tub. At least 30 orbs rich with life from his own altered womb rested calmly and gestated gradually into new life.

He was compelled to hide them somehow, to keep them warm as he took a few scraps of cloth and draped them carefully over the tub. With his duty done he heaved a relaxed sigh, returning to his precious couch to pass out feeling the dense afterglow warm him better than any blanket ever could.

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"How is the subject thus far, Malloy?" asked a cold and deep voice over a personal terminal. The silhouette of a figure with a platinum and gold government its source as the good doctor let out a grunt and rubbed the fresh cum from his turgid cock on a cloth set-aside at his desk. The live-feed of Ripleys room was displayed on screen as the doctor calmly turned from it to address his superior.

"Better than we could have hoped for, Sir. Project Lazarus has a promising future~" he answered with a grin.