Wasp Transformation
Insect TF's aren't normally sexy, I know, but I did this one just like all the rest of mine, so don't pass it by just because you think it'll be weird.
"G'night Walt." she said cheerily as the night watchman stepped out the front door. As she continued down the hallway to her office, heels clicking loudly on the marble floors, she heard the door shut behind Walt with a loud, metallic click. She could hear his keys jingling softly through the door as he ensured it had shut properly behind him. Shelly loved the museum at night. There were no distractions, no lights, no noise, no life it seemed. She felt alone and comfortable in her office, and it seemed she was able to get so much more done.
Still clicking down the hallway she could see the fluorescent glow of her office up ahead. Soft, white light spilled comfortably into the hallway ahead of her, an oasis in the annals of the museum. There were a few other scientists who worked as late, some later, than Shelly, but none of them were in her department. She was the only entomologist on staff who kept such odd hours. Often, she was just packing up and heading home when her colleagues were walking down the hallway in the morning with their messenger bags over their shoulders and their coffee mugs in their hands, issuing zombie greetings as they passed each other.
Shelly turned into her office and closed the heavy oak door behind her. Her mind was already on her work, and she was immensely excited to get started. Apparently her late hours and endless work had been noticed, as she had been given the opportunity to catagorize, examine, and catalog the newest discovery from the depths of the African jungles. A box sitting on her desk (no one in the western world has seen this thing before! she screamed in her mind) contained a species of wasp that had never been seen outside of its natural habitat. Several men had seen it on expeditions to the region, but no one had succeeded in capturing the apparently shy creature. There had been at least two expeditions that Shelly knew about in which the lead explorer never returned at all. Shelly knew precious little about the area, but had heard tales of some rather vicious natives. She supposed that they were to blame for the disappearances, though she didn't really know. Trips to the area were always difficult, as the native folklore held the curious little bug as something of a demi-god. It was excruciatingly difficult to convince any of the natives to act as guides, and they often had to be lied to in order to secure their cooperation. One expedition Shelly knew of was left for dead in the jungle once their native guide discovered what they were looking for. He taunted the explorers, mimicking the wasp with two fingers held to his head in the way a child mimics a moose. Apparently he spouted some gibberish in the local tongue and ran off into the woods. Four days later, and almost on their last legs, the expedition made it back to the boat just in time to get their resupply.
Shelly shuddered. There was definitely a reason she stayed so far from the "front lines" of her field. Crazy insects laying eggs under your skin, cannibals, disease, leeches, mud, rain, tents...she didn't enjoy any of it. No, she thought, much better to be here, safe and dry in her tiny office, surrounded by the myriad specimens she had organized into shelves. Better to be opening a box sent to her from that dreadful place than collecting the thing herself. Shrugging off her suit coat, she plucked her lab coat from the wall and slid it on. Shelly chided herself internally for donning a lab coat for such a simple task, but it always made her feel more "official". Closer to her work, she supposed.
Crossing the room she snatched the tiny parcel off her desk and moved to her examination area. She snapped the overhead light on as she sat down, and placed the box underneath it on the white surface. She used an exacto knife to remove the brown paper wrapping carefully, and set to work on the sealed collection box next. She slit one end open, ran the knife down the front edge, and slowly cut the remaining end open. She carefully lifted the top of the box open, folding the flap back, and lifted the tissue inside.
With a flurry of movement, a green and blue blur zipped from the box and began looping drunkenly around the room. "Holy shit!" Shelly cursed in surprise, her heart thumping quickly in her chest. She watched the pricelessly rare insect swing a wide arc around the room, and come to a rather clumsy stop on the far edge of her examining desk. She was caught off guard by its beauty, and she couldn't help but stare for a moment. The wasp was roughly an inch in length, and it's abdomen pulsed rhythmically as it sat otherwise motionless on the edge of Shelly's desk. Its head was a brilliant green color, as was it's mid-section, but it's abdomen was a nearly fluorescent teal-blue color, tinged with the same brilliant green at the for and aft ends. The wasp's wings twitched once, swiftly, and Shelly snapped out of her reverie. She looked quickly around the room for something to capture the insect with, and her eyes settled on the box of tissues she had sitting on her desk.
She snatched one from the box and turned back to the wasp. She balled the tissue up in her hand a bit to protect both the wasp and herself, and made a quick grab at the creature. She could feel it struggling against her hand, but held it gingerly as she tried to maneuver it back into the collection box. There was a sudden excruciating pain in her palm that made Shelly cry out sharply, dropping the wad of tissue as she recoiled. Through her pain, Shelly was utterly dismayed to see that this wasp apparently differed from other wasps in that it shared the same fatal defect as the common honeybee. After having stung her, its stinger remained lodged in her hand, pulling its beautiful abdomen in half. The creature lay sputtering on the floor as Shelly turned to her aching hand now.
Shelly muttered in frustration and anger as she rinsed her hand in the sink of her office. The first one anyone's seen! And I killed the damn thing! She couldn't believe it had still been alive! Why wouldn't the field scientist have cloroformed the goddamn thing before sending it back here? Shelly cursed herself and cursed the stupidity of whoever had collected the thing in the first place. At least she would have half of the body to collect and study, she supposed.
After drying her hands, Shelly picked up the insect's remains and put it back on her examination area. She sat roughly back in her seat and tried to collect her thoughts. She held her hand under the light and inspected her wound more thoroughly. She was shocked to see that the site of the sting wasn't really very swollen, though her hand ached terribly. She swore she could feel the pain moving slowly up her arm. As she stared at the sting she noticed something else. The skin on her hand was starting to look an odd greenish color. She wondered what kind of crazy, horrible toxin might have been in this little thing, and tried to decide if she should try to call someone or not. She looked at the clock. Ha, she thought to herself, even she wouldn't answer the phone at one in the morning on a Friday.
As Shelly continued to ponder her next move, she became more and more aware of a sensation in her arm. It truly felt as if something, not pain really, nor stiffness, but a different sensation, were beginning to spread up her arm and into her shoulder now. Her neck even seemed to be feeling different. She looked back down at her hand, but could see nothing different. Shelly leaned forward and put her face in her hands, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She stood rather suddenly and walked back to the sink, thinking she just needed to wake herself a bit.
Shelly strolled to the sink and flipped on the water. She let it run for a second, never trusting water that had been sitting stagnant in the pipes, and held her hands underneath it. She cupped her hands for a moment and then quickly brought them to her face, splashing water on her face and hair and letting them linger. With a sigh, she ran her hands through her hair from her face and took another deep breath. When she opened them and looked into the mirror, she stopped.
There were two odd-looking protrusions sticking up from her head, and Shelly thought for a moment that she must be far more tired than she realized. She leaned closer into the mirror and brought her hands up to her head. As soon as she touched one of the protrusions (stalks? she wondered) she could feel a corresponding twitch in her scalp, and watched as the stalk jerked swiftly away from her hands. Shelly gasped out loud, feeling as if her heart had skipped a few beats. "I felt that in my fucking head." Shelly said very deliberately, trying to force herself to calm down. "What the hell is this?" she said aloud again, leaning back into the mirror and tugging on one of the now 10 inch long protrusions. She could feel that whatever it was it was attached, solidly, to her own head. She felt no pain, but pressure as she tugged a little harder.
Shelly's mind raced as she ran through all the possible scenarios she could think of for what was going on. She stumbled backward from the mirror, still staring at herself, and thought she might collapse into a heap on the floor if she didn't breathe soon. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest, and she looked down at her feet as she forced herself to take a huge gasping breath. She put her hands on her stomach and screamed in shock when she caught sight of her hand. She quickly gained control of herself and covered her mouth with her other hand as she stared. The hand that had received the sting was now a brilliant green color all over. From the tips of her fingers to the cuff of her lab coat, Shelly could see that her hand had become a beautiful, iridescent green. Shelly sat quickly, hard, bruising her tailbone in the process on the marble floor. "Oh my God...." she muttered weakly around her hand, still covering her mouth in shock.
She forced herself to reach out and pull back the sleeve of her lab coat, and saw that the green had spread up her arm and was nearing her elbow. As she watched, it slowly overtook her elbow and began moving deeper into the sleeve of her lab coat. Shelly quickly stood, panic stricken now, and whipped off her lab coat, dropping it carelessly to the floor. "What the hell? What the hell is this?" she said to no one in particular, her voice quivering in fear. She looked around the room frantically, hoping to see something, though she knew not what. Her eyes fell on the colorful little wasp laying on her examination desk. Its tiny carcass tilted slightly as an errant breeze touched its wing. Shelly thought she would throw up.
The green on Shelly's arm had spread further, past her biceps, and was now up to her shoulder, disappearing more quickly underneath her short-sleeved, V-neck t-shirt. Shelly could now feel that there were other things happening to her body, and as panic swelled in her chest anew, she again drew herself up in front of the mirror. Shelly's protrusions had now made themselves into 24 inch long antennae, jointed in the middle, which drooped low over Shelly's hairline and brushed against the mirror. She could see that her neck was getting a green tinge to it now, and it felt as if her waistband was tightening as well. She looked at her hand again, and saw that it appeared to be jointed as well, looking almost like the armored glove a medieval knight would wear. She flexed her fingers, and saw that it moved like one as well.
Shelly's waistband was becoming painfully tight now, but looked down to see the same stomach she had always had. Shelly was fit without being muscular, and had always had a trim stomach that disappeared nicely into her waistline. In fact, Shelly's body dropped almost undisturbed from her shoulders down to her legs, with nary a curve to disrupt its progress. Perhaps there was a reason Shelly had taken to late Friday nights alone with her specimens.
As she looked down now, though, Shelly could see her pants tightening further, and looked over her shoulder at her ass, which appeared to be swelling fairly rapidly out from behind her. As she watched, her pants continued to fill out, and the swelling appeared to be continuing at the same pace, not slowing at all. Shelly's waistband began to dig into her hips and stomach painfully, and she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, pushing them off her hips. The green color that had enveloped her arm was now peeking out from under her shirt, and had spread down to her ass. Shelly could see that it was continuing down her hips toward her thighs, but at the moment she was more concerned with her ass.
Before her eyes, Shelly's ass continued to swell, rounding out and expanding behind her. It swelled straight out from her tailbone, looking now more like a bubble than an ass, and stretching her panties to the point of no return. Unable to push them down over her growing appendage, Shelly watched helplessly as they stretched, creaked, frayed, and then finally snapped off of her now foot-long ass. She watched it continue to grow, like a balloon being blown up slowly, but she wasn't scared anymore. This new change brought with it strange feelings for Shelly, and she found herself rapt with fascination as she watched her body change. Her ass was now taking on the distinct shape of an insect's abdomen, and it dawned on Shelly exactly what was happening to her. She couldn't help but run her hands over her new abdomen as it continued to grow and fill, now extending 3 feet from behind her and beginning to take on a beautiful teal hue.
Shelly's entire arm had now taken on the armored look of her hand, and when she touched it she could feel the hard carapace that she knew would be enveloping her entire body soon. Shelly felt herself oddly at ease with her transformation now, and again rubbed her hands over her full, rounded abdomen, smooth now with a hard covering like her arm and hand.
She stepped back in front of the mirror to get a look at her new body part in profile, and was shocked to see that all of her blonde hair had fallen from her head. It had been replaced by a shiny green skin, smooth to the touch, that now covered the last of Shelly's face. She watched as the color spread quickly down her other arm and began to work it's way across her hips, and back up to her stomach.
Underneath her shirt, Shelly could feel her skin changing and hardening as the feeling spread up her stomach toward her chest. A twinge shot through her body as the feeling reached her breasts, and she gasped softly. Shelly felt her pussy moisten slightly as a wonderfully warm feeling enveloped her, emanating from her chest. Her eyes fluttered momentarily as Shelly reached up to her breasts with one hand, caught up in the feeling. Looking in the mirror, she almost giggled at the image of herself, naked from the waist down, half green, with an enormous abdomen protruding from her ass, but still wearing a shirt. As she watched, however, she felt the warmth in her chest intensify, and she felt her nipples harden against her palm. The rough fabric of her t-shirt rubbing against her nipples made Shelly gasp again, louder this time. Her pussy responded in kind.
As she watched in the mirror, Shelly saw her chest begin to slowly expand. She could feel her breast growing underneath her hand, pushing her nipple firmly into her palm beneath her shirt. A low moan escaped her lips as the feeling continued to increase, and Shelly's other hand slid slowly down her stomach. As her breasts continued to grow, she watched in the mirror, further turned on by the image of her own breasts growing, seeming to catch up in a matter of seconds what they had missed for years from puberty. As they grew to fill Shelly's cupped hand, her other hand snaked past her hips and brushed the moist lips of her pussy.
She couldn't believe what she was doing as she slid a finger slowly into her pussy, watching her breasts continue to grow into C-cups in the mirror. Her body was awash with pleasure as she began to work her hand up and down, her other hand aimlessly wandering over the growing mounds of flesh on her chest. Shelly moaned loudly, working her pussy faster as the green skin flowed past her hips and down her legs, smoothly reaching her knees in a few seconds. The green color that had spread change throughout her body was nearing her feet as she continued to watch in the mirror, her pleasure mounting as she groaned softly, biting her lips between her teeth.
Shelly felt her breasts pressing firmly against the stretched fabric of her t-shirt as the continued to swell into D-cups. She rubbed her engorged nipples roughly, panting loudly at the sensation, as she continued to pump her aching pussy. Her abdomen pulsed in time with her hand, and it felt as if her whole body was alive with pleasure as she neared her orgasm. Pressure built in her body, growing stronger and stronger as the fabric of her shirt began to reach it's breaking point. A loud rip brought Shelly out of her mind for just a second, and she realized that her entire body had grown in size. Her hard carapace was unyielding to the fabric of her shirt, and her now DD tits had stretched it past its limit. With a loud rip, her shirt fell to shreds around her, and Shelly caught sight of her body in the mirror. Her tits stood unwavering from her chest, her jointed and sectioned body not drooping anywhere. Her taught nipples were more sensitive than ever, and the soft folds of her pussy welcomed her hand. Behind her, her abdomen hung out from her tailbone over her ass almost 3 feet, full and round, and shining brightly under the fluorescent lights of her office. She stood nearly 7 feet tall now, and her antennae bounced with her hand movements as she continued to pump her dripping pussy.
Her momentary distraction over, Shelly's pleasure began to mount again, stronger this time. She panted furiously as her abdomen pulsed with each pump of her hand. She couldn't contain a moan, the sensations of her swollen nipples mixed with the aching of her clit as she rubbed both with the palm of one hand or the other. She cried out in mounting ecstasy looking in the mirror at her beautiful double-D tits and the sweet, sticky juices flowing down the smooth green surface of her inner things. "Jesus....oh Jesus Christ..." Shelly breathed, the pleasure becoming too much for her. "Oh my God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" she screamed, pumping her pussy furiously, amazed at the sensations coursing through her body as her abdomen pulsed in time. "Oh shit, oh shit...here it comes, here it comes...ohshit, ohshit, ohshitohshitohshit, oh FUUCCCKKK!!!" Shelly screamed out loud, her body spasming with a release like she had never felt before. She dropped to her knees as her pussy gripped her fingers tightly, her juices spurting onto the floor as she came furously. "AHHHHAAHHHH!" she cried out as the pulsing of her huge abdomen mingled with the surge of her orgasm to bring her off a second time. Her head swam with pleasure as she came over and over again, each time stronger than the last. She gripped her pussy tightly while squeezing her new tits with the other hand. Her entire body shook with the force of her last orgasm, tightening so hard that she felt she couldn't breathe for a moment as the pulsating and spasming finally came to a close.
Shelly slowly drew herself up to her knees, the marble floor slippery with her juices. Her abdomen felt swollen and sensitive as it brushed the floor, drawing a final shiver of pleasure from Shelly. She stood slowly, looking at herself in the mirror again, and wondering why she wasn't blessed with the wings of her tiny counterpart on the examination table. As she stood taking stock of her new body, shining green and luminescent teal, she heard a voice echoing down the hallway. "Miss Shelly? Are you alright in there?" Walt's footsteps echoed loudly down the hallway as he hurriedly approached.