The Ant Hill
"STUPID BOBBY!" Christine stamped through the woods, completely frustrated.
Yet again had her boyfriend ignored her advances. He had left her alone to go fishing with a friend, also leaving her with quite the interminable itch in her groin. What was the point in going camping as a couple, hoping to be alone and do it like the animals all weekend long, only to turn around and invite a buddy to go fishing? What was the point in having a boyfriend who was less horny than you were?!
"Whatever...," she grumbled to herself. If her boyfriend wouldn't satisfy her, she'd just have to do it herself.
Being up on a mountain was fairly private to begin with, but Christine wanted just a tad bit more, especially to avoid Bobby and his friend. She had heard rumors that there was a hidden waterfall somewhere up here, one that wasn't located on any maps. What better place to masturbate than somewhere people couldn't even find normally? Plus, she could sit at the top with her legs wide open, pretending that the waterfall was caused by her intense arousal...
Christine rubbed the moistening crotch of the khaki shorts. She was already on her way to making that waterfall as it was. Her nipples shone through her tube-top, perking up and wanting some attention as well. Not yet, though. If she got too heated up beforehand, she'd never make it to her destination. Quickly thinking of Bobby's lameness, she managed to subdue her body a bit and plod on.
::Swish, swish::
"Huh?" Christine stopped, becoming alert. She shrugged. "Bah, probably just a squirrel in the brush. Shoo you stupid nut-guzzler." She blushed a little at how her naughty thoughts seeped into her speech a little
::Swish, swish, swish::
Rather than running away, the sound was actually come closer through the ferns and trees.
"H-Hello?" Christine was getting a little worried now.
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"OW!" Christine hopped up and down on one foot, the calf of the other throbbing from a sudden sting.
"What-Wha-wuh...wuh...-" ::Crash::
Her vision turned hazy and her head began swimming until she lost all balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, something caught her so she wasn't injured. Everything was blurry, but she could barely make out a couple of dark, round shapes hovering over her. Some clicking noises echoed between them. Yet, before she could say anything, her world went black. Christine was unconscious.
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Christine blinked awake. "What happened?...," her thought finally finished some time later.
She still couldn't see too well, it seemed. There was a faint glow off in the distance, but she couldn't make anything out. It was either nighttime or she was in some building, considering there was no sunlight. Wait, no... She must be in a building. There was no sort of breeze or wind whatsoever. Actually, the air was kind of stuffy and a little hard to breath...
"Click, click, cli-ti-ti-ti-kachick."
Christine recognized the clicking sound from earlier. "Wh-Who's there?!"
There was some movement in the room. She could barely make out the shapes again. However, she wasn't too frightened. The things weren't all that large, maybe about the size of a dog. She could definitely handle something that small, if she needed to. She just listened to their clicking and chittering. It reminded her of the ambient noise you normally hear in a forest, with all the insects and stuff. Maybe she was still in the woods?
"Chick chick!"
The sounds came to an abrupt halt. The things darted towards her and grabbed her arms and legs.
"Hey! Let me go! AHH!" Christine thrashed and screamed, but to no avail.
The hard, smooth things that grappled her felt like vice grips. Despite how she had gauged their size, the things were surprisingly strong. Though, as her heart pumped the adrenaline from her body, the toxins were swept from her mind and her vision began to clear.
"EEK!" Christine's screams rose an octave or two at what she saw.
Bugs! Giant bugs! Their dark brown and red patterned chitinous shells resembled that of ants, except that their heads were nearly as big as hers! They held her with their giant mandibles, digging into her as she fought back, but their legs easily anchored themselves to the soft floor. The whole floor was extremely fluffy and light, some interwoven organic fibers that curled about to round the walls and ceiling. She was in a nest!
"Chick cliki-tik!" One of the insects looked down into the hall, the only entrance to this room.
Christine caught a glimpse of something skitter past the orange-glowing things that pulsated on the walls. It quickly closed the gap, much smaller and much faster than the ant-like creatures. It stood on six spindly legs with a heart-shaped body bobbing up and down in between them. It kind of looked like a Daddy-long-legs.
"Cli-ti-katit!" The bigger bug waggled its antennae towards Christine.
"Voot voot-voo!" A little foot came up and the tiny thing gave a cheerful salute.
Christine's screams and shouts amplified as the mandibles pushed her down, forcing her to lay on her back. She could barely see out of from the corner of her eye as the small insect squatted down, out of her vision. The next moment, it sprung back into view, flying through the air.
"AHHH-mmmph!"
The insect landed over her mouth, muffling her cries. The pointed end of the heart shape fit perfectly over her nose while the rest conformed over her mouth. Christine shivered in fear as she felt the spidery appendages slide over her cheeks and pick about in her hair. She shuddered as she felt a slight pinch as the three legs on one side met the three from the other, with the top of her spine in between. Her lungs instantly stopped exhaling, silencing her altogether.
A second later, her breathing resumed. However, it was at an average pace, no longer affected by the adrenaline and fear that shocked her system. Her nose filled with a sweet aroma, the air fresh and pleasant compared to what she had inhaled before. It was so nice, her eyes started to slow in their frantic observations of the horrid surroundings. The many jaws let go, releasing her. Christine could feel her wrists and ankles ache from the former grip.
In a desperate attempt, she took advantage of her freedom and flailed at her captors!
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'Swing! Swing, dammit!,' she thought to herself. 'Move you fucking limbs!!'
There was no response. Her heart had also slowed its beating, despite how much she urged herself to fight back. She didn't even feel herself move a finger in her willingness to do something. She could only watch as most of the large ants turned away and exited the room, leaving only one.
"Chititick!"
'Wait, I'm moving! Yes, yes, get out of here! RUN!,' Christine could feel her legs and arms begin to swing around, picking herself up from the ground. The process was so slow though... Like her body had become dead weight or something.
'What?! NO! MOVE!!,' Her mind despaired as her body stopped responding again. As she came to a rise, she just stood there like some stupid oaf.
Christine's inner-monologue erupted into a torrent of curses and cussing as the lone ant began to walk away. Yes, her body did begin to move towards the exit. Much to her rabid anger, however, it walked at a casual pace, remaining slow such that her captor was always a few steps ahead of her. The damned bug was leading and she was following like some lamb to the slaughter!
The tunnel ahead was slighter darker. Her sneakers had been removed at some point, leaving her sock-covered feet to sink into the fluffy nest material. The stuff was all around, lining everything possible. Even the wormy things that lit the rooms with a soothing orange hue were slightly buried underneath the it, making the light that much softer.
Further and further they went. Christine could only roll her eyes about inside her head, watching as other tunnels broke off from the one they ventured through. Other ant-like creatures skittered about. Many of them carried junk within their mandibles, such as bushels of leaves, fruits, wood, and even rocks. She never got to see where the others went, but she soon grew terrified as their own destination came into view.
The room had a brighter glow, illuminating the surrounding tunnels with dancing shadows. She recognized other large ants from their silhouettes. However, one was particularly large. Just from its shadow, she could tell it took up most of the seemingly huge room. Slurping and clicking echoed from within, synchronized with the wiggling on the walls.
'What the...' Christine stared in disgust. If she could move on her own, she would have been shivering in fear.
Suspended from the ceiling, entwined in the nest-stuff, was a massive, bulbous, pulsating beast of a bug. Not only was its primary, ant-like body, head, and torso as large as herself, but its butt, its abdomen, was a giant fleshy bag. It gurgled and squirmed; its skin a pale color and nearly translucent, with little round objects churning about within.
The whole thing was obviously the Queen. But why was it hanging?
Her curiosity and repulsion was immediately shoved aside as her hands began to do something especially shocking. They began to unbutton her khaki shorts. Then they slid to her hips, wedging their fingers into her panties. In one smooth motion, both shorts and underwear were pulled down and her legs stepped out, tossing her decency aside without a second thought. To make matters worse, she was slowly stepping towards the foul Queen.
Christine shut her eyes, not wanting to watch what happened next.
Her body crouched down and walked on all fours. Even with her eyes shut she could hear the gestation above as she crawled underneath the hanging Queen. At a certain point she turned, facing towards its head. And the her own head sunk into the soft bedding, raising her rump into the air.
Christine could imagine what was about to happen as her hands reached past her thighs and pulled her labia wide, but she didn't want to. In her head she cried and screamed and tried to remember other things from her past, desperate to escape the mental world she had been trapped in and the reality she was experiencing. Why oh why was her body allowing all of this to happen?!
Her mind went numb as something poked about her butt. The Queen was moving, shifting about above her as the prodding appendage sought out her sex. Her body did manage to flinch, if only a little, when the thing finally found her vagina, gently wiggling in. Passing thoughts through her head would have left her vomiting, if only her body would have let her. But it didn't matter.
She was soon filled by the stiff rod. It delved deeper until it bumped against her cervix. Her muscles flexed at the intrusion, but, surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as it would normally have been. The needle-like tip slowly opened her cervix, letting the rod slide in smoothly, only an inch or two in diameter. A few seconds later and she jerked.
A round shape passed through the clenching barrier, suddenly forcing her a bit wider. Her cervix snapped shut once it passed. She could feel the small ball roll around within her womb, settling in the cramped space.
She blinked in discomfort as another was injected, joining the former. Followed by another. And another...
Christine felt like she was being stuffed. Her hips twitched a bit at the strange sensations. Her belly began to protrude, getting heavier with each sphere. About a dozen in all, they piled up within her. The rod pulled out, eliciting a shudder, and that was all. It seemed that the worst was over. She wasn't even left in pain, just feeling a little... bloated. She almost considered the sensation of the orbs within moving about as she crawled out somewhat intriguing. Though, her heart quickly sank as her body simply rolled over once it was no longer underneath the Queen, lying upon her back.
She ventured a peek through her eyelids. 'Ugh...,' her mind was tired of disgust, looking upon the thing that shuffled into the room in a rather neutral way. Why couldn't she just end it all and die...
Another blubbery creature wobbled into the room from a different tunnel. It looked like a caterpillar; giant like all the other bugs. Its many feet rolled like waves across the floor, heading right for her. In preparation, her body spread her legs for its advance. She could easily see her belly poke up from under her shirt, the balls inside shifting with her every movement. Yet, she closed her eyes once more, unable to withstand the vile events.
The caterpillar was nearly as large as Christina and definitely fatter. Its head wandered about between her legs, testing her with its antennae. The tickling almost made her giggle inside, but the wet snout pushing against her mound plummeted her back to her unfortunate reality. She could feel its hot breath sniff her sex, nudging at her clit.
Her mind was repulsed by her body, feeling it react in an inappropriate way. Her heart fluttered as a blush entered her cheeks. The thing nuzzled her more and more, making the clit grow erect and throb. Some slime drooled down and over her ass. The lubricant wasn't from the thing that assaulted her either... The feeling wasn't coming from whatever controlled her and she spited that small voice in her mind that relished the sensations.
The blubbery body soon engulfed most of her own as it felt she was ready. Its snout stopped at her chest, rubbing into the small mounds. The stimulation only aroused her further and, in turn, diverted more of Christine's curses towards herself. However, the mind wasn't fully connected to the body now, and the body had desires of its own.
A small squeak escaped from her mouth. A likewise fatty member plowed into her loins. The phallic girth was very soft, warm, and wet. It was also so large that it quickly filled every inch of her vaginal passage, like some jelly being pumped into her. A similar sensation enveloped her clitoris, sending pleasant thrills up her spine. The pulsing flesh within her own quickly withdrew, only to plunge back in a moment later.
The caterpillar huffed against her bust as it humped her compliant body. It wiggled and bounced, sucking her entire lower half all at once. The creature was so warm and comfortable, it almost felt as though the thing was cuddling with her while it gleefully raped her. Though, it was hard to consider it rape when only her inner monologue was the defiant one, and it no longer had a voice in the matter...
A greater heat started to encompass her body. Her belly shivered erotically as a hot goop splashed within. The creature shook slightly as well, its penis erupting with gouts of cum.
Christine's mind turned to fuzz within moments. The sensation of the stuff spewing back out over her thighs recoiled throughout her body. Her muscles tensed and her nerves sparked. Even her breathing stuttered a bit, despite the steadiness it had throughout the whole ordeal.
As the creature squirmed off of her body, separating from her with thick strands of gunk following behind, Christine loathed herself.
'Did I just come?...'
Her mind shut down with fatigue, sending her into a dreamless sleep.
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Christine slowly returned to consciousness. She blinked lazily, remaining unfocused.
'Was that all a just a bad dream?...'
She felt her belly growl with hunger. She should really get something to eat.
Something on her face jiggled a little and her mouth opened wide. It began to push something else over her tongue. Her mind cleared and she found herself lying down in the room she had originally awoken to, or one very similar.
'FUCK! NO!'
The thing on her face abruptly halted, jerking the other thing out of her mouth.
'Did it just respond?!' A sudden elation of hope overcame her. 'C-Can you hear me?'
"Voo?," The something cooed gently.
'You can hear me! Please, help me get out of here!'
"Voo?"
'Damn...' It didn't understand her. Like someone who only spoke a foreign language, it could only understand the basic intentions behind her thoughts.
Her stomach groaned again, even louder than before. 'And I feel sooo hungry...'
With that, the something on her face tried to shove the other thing into her mouth again.
'No!' Christine recognized the thing inside her mouth. She had given plenty of blowjobs before. 'EW! DON'T!'
Again, it pulled back, heeding her rejection.
"Voo?" It sounded slightly confused.
'Oh god... You don't mean?' It made sense, in a way, but it was so... wrong! On the other hand, her hunger was far more painful... She gave herself a few moments to meditate on the situation.
'...Alright. Go ahead. Give it to me.'
"Voot voo!"
The appendage stretched into her mouth, growing hard with its own blood. Her immobile tongue could feel its distinctively phallic shape. It wasn't as gross as she had expected though. Like a smooth, supple penis, it didn't have any stray hairs or veins. If anything, it was better than any cock she had ever had the pleasure of sucking off before. The phallic appendage also began acting like an actual penis, pumping in and out over her tongue.
'And?' Christine knew it wouldn't last long at the rate it was going.
Sure enough, from the tip of the phallus spurted a thick fluid. It came in absurd amounts, sending ounces upon ounces of gooey juice down her gulping throat. The stuff was rather quite tasty and, in her hunger, Christine savored it all as it splashed down into her empty stomach.
Minutes of constant gushing passed and she was starting to feel full. It slowed to a slight drizzle before tapping off against her tongue and receding back into the creature that hugged her face.
'Thanks...' She actually felt much better as her stomach finally had something to digest and it was actually a quite pleasant something as well. 'Umm... Can I ask you a question?'
"Voo-hoo?" The thing was a little out of breath.
'Are you... Are you the thing that's controlling me?'
"Voo?"
Christine didn't really expect an answer, especially since she had figured it out for the most part. She thoughtfully sighed to herself. She couldn't get mad at the creature that seemed so innocent and caring. It had kindly fed her and had been supplying her with fresh air, which had a small touch of soothing incense. And what if it hadn't controlled her movements? Would the bugs have had to be more forceful to do what they did? And what they did...
'Can you let me sit up? I want to look at myself...'
"Voot!"
Her body gradually gripped into the soft floor, which felt quite comfortable now that she thought about it. She slid up against a wall, taking the sitting position she had wanted. Her rear sunk deeper into the fluff with significantly more weight than before. And she could see why.
'Ugh...'
Beyond her tube-top, she could see her belly protrude, taut with her belly-button having popped outward. She looked as though she were a few months pregnant already... There was even some green goop spread across the fibers she had moved over; the trail disappearing between her legs. She didn't need to guess what it was.
'I feel so dirty...'
"Voo voot vootoo!"
'Huh? What? I wasn't asking anything!'
Whatever the thing meant, Christine could hear clicking approaching from the tunnel several seconds later. Two more ants approached. However, whereas all the others had been dark in color, these were purely white. Their chitinous heads were also larger and their bodies smaller, looking rather disproportionate.
Christine wasn't all that fearful of them. She found some respite in thinking that her feeder, her... friend, had called them over. As they approached, she found her hands working to slip out of her shirt and remove her socks, leaving her completely nude. She noted that her breasts seemed somewhat swollen, her nipples looking especially puffy.
Her attention was drawn away, back to the white ants walking towards her body. One walked up the wall beside her and drooped down over her shoulder. The other started at her feet. Both of them opened up their large mandibles and closed them about her skin.
'Hehe!' Christine actually giggled within her head as their mouths tickled her.
Tediously and thoroughly, the ants scoured her body, sanitizing every nook and cranny. The one on the wall brushed through her hair several times, removing all the dirt and grime. Christine couldn't remember how long it had been since her last shower, but their efforts were totally making up for it. Every patch of skin that was covered came out practically glistening, the cleanest she had ever seen herself.
'Ungh!'
She quivered as the one at her feet made its way to her crotch. It didn't occur to her until now how warm and tingly she had felt down there. As the white ant explored her nethers, the tingle was quickly growing into an erotic itch.
"Voo~oo" The friend on her face softly coaxed her on.
With all the care in the world, the ant licked into Christine's sex with some sort of proboscis. The hard shell of its head rubbed against her stiffening clit. Her hand lifted and rested upon the mound, massaging herself in tune to the cleaner's attention. The other ant stepped gently down her body and did the same for her nipples, easily turning them erect and sensitive.
Waves of pleasure washed over Christine. The heaviness of her belly only seemed to amplify the effect, feeling so warm and full. Her lower lips were becoming slathered in her own appreciation, only to be nibbled fresh and dry the next second.
Christine didn't hesitate, letting herself come to climax. Her muscles twitched and tensed again, but this time she enjoyed it. She also enjoyed it the second time orgasm came. And the third... And the...
'This isn't so bad...' She would have grinned if she could.
"Voo?"
'Hey, c-can I give you a name?'
"Voooo!" The thing sounded happy by her intentions.
'Alright. You're name will be... Scuba. Self-Contained Underground Breathing Apparatus. Hehe,' she chuckled to herself. 'Or, if you don't mind, how about "Blowjob" Apparatus?'
"Voot~" It understood her allusion and started to insert its penis back into her mouth.
'But I'll just call you Scu, for short~'
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A week slowly passed.
Every day, multiple times a day, Christine was visited by Liz and Belle, the names she had given the pair of white ants. She could tell they were the same each time, not only by some very subtle differences in their mannerisms and looks, but by the streak of her own slime that one of them had neglected to clean from their head in between a couple sessions.
She actually looked forward to their visits. Every day, her sexual lust grew stronger and stronger. Whenever she sat down in the fluffy stuff or even stood, it became more and more apparent that her labia was swelling. They feelt plump between her legs and ached to be pleasured, which Liz and Belle always succeeded in satiating.
Her lust was proportional to the size of her belly, it seemed. Every day, even every few hours, there was a distinct increase in size. It was quickly growing along with whatever it was that developed within. There was no kicking or squirming, so she concluded that whatever it was wouldn't be a live birth. Or she hoped as much, as her belly soon grew beyond what was natural for a pregnancy that had gone into its tenth month...
Yet, Christine felt strong and healthy. Her arms cradled her great heaviness between her sessions with the two white ants, as Scu took her exploring through the many labyrinthine tunnels. They saw almost all of the inner-workings of the insects' hive. They visited the Queen, this time just to check her out. From this perspective, Christine found the Queen to be much more docile and submissive. Scu even had Christine pet the Queen's face, letting the Queen click back happily. And there was so much more to be seen. There were bugs stockpiling food, bugs digging more tunnels, bugs guiding other bugs, and bugs caring for younger bugs. Most of them didn't have the red patterns that the soldiers that captured her did, and some were pure black in color. They passed by hundreds of bugs and they were only a fraction of the population. It was a massive city and she would have been completely lost if it hadn't been for Scu controlling her body, taking her down the right paths.
Scu would sing to her with his whirring voice as they went on their walks, giving her plenty of exercise. As per Christine's request to accomodate her increasing libido, Scu would constantly thrust his phallic appendage deep into her throat, letting her contently suck it like a child would with a pacifier, though with a bit more naughty intent. Scu even granted her control of her mouth and tongue back. She never threatened to bite him, it wasn't something one would do to a friend. Scu even gave her back control of other parts of her body whenever it was relevant, such as letting her hands explore herself when Liz and Belle attended to her.
But, the day soon came. Christine moaned into Scu's body as she woke up, her sleep having been interrupted by an intense throbbing in her groin. Her belly was gigantic, like everything else down here, though its contents had come to their limit.
'UNGH!' Christine felt some labor pains kick in. Her loins kicked in at the opposite side of the spectrum, clouding her mind with nothing but heat.
"Voooo! Voooo!" Scu called out.
Liz and Belle quickly appeared. Christine had already taken up a squatting position, barely balancing her weight over the cushioned nest. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, her breasts heaving to either side of her gut. The nipples were perk and tender, dribbling with some milk. And her hands ground into her sex, which had swollen to greater than both her hands combined, nearly glowing red with the pumping of her blood.
Liz and Belle clicked at each other. Liz stood under Christine's butt while Belle started licking at Christine's throbbing vulva. Within seconds Christine was shuddering with the first of many climaxes.
'AUUUNNGHH!'
Christine's vaginal passage dilated immensely, a green sphere already beginning to crown. She continued to cry out in her mind and Scu even had to shift to let her lungs exhale a gust of wind. Her labia flooded with lubricant, her increased libido having strengthened enough to be ready for this moment.
'AUUUGH!'
Liz guided the egg as it popped out of Christine, laying it gently into the fibrous bedding. It was slightly larger than a softball, nowhere near large enough to give her the current girth she had. Of course, Belle continued to pleasure the birthing mother and Liz prepared herself for another.
One. Two. Three...
...Nine. Ten. Eleven.
All the eggs that had been implanted came out without a hitch, and with countless orgasms. Christine's body quivered and twitched as she collapsed into the fluff, absolutely numb from her belly down and her mind swimming in a sea of bliss. Her nerves nearly shot, her body turned off to let her recuperate...
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Upon waking up this time, Christine was quite eager. Her body felt alive, a large weight having been lifted from her. One by one, her limbs were tested for movement, gradually standing up. It was Scu seeing if she was ready. Christine saw her belly had gone missing. It was hidden beneath her engorged breasts. Scu let her feel it with one of her hands. Perfectly smooth and toned, even better than before she was pregnant.
And then Scu started walking her towards the tunnels.
'What now, Scu? Time to do it again or something?'
"Voo..." Scu didn't sound terribly happy.
Anticipation grew within Christine. They were taking tunnels she had never seen. Her ears popped from the pressure differential as they went further and further up. There was even a bright light coming into view, with one of the brown and red soldier ants standing at the end. She had to squint at first, the light being so much brighter than the glow-worms that burrowed through the walls of the cave could provide.
'Where are we...' Christine trailed off as her vision adjusted and a constant crashing sound filled her ears.
She gawked with amazement. This tunnel led outside, overlooking a wondrous waterfall. The very same waterfall that had led to this whole predicament. This whole time she had been within the mountain she had camped upon.
Her neck tickled strangely. Scu let go for the first time since he had first latched on. He hopped down from her face, giving her full reign of her body.
Christine grunted and coughed a little before speaking, having been silent for so long. "Wh-What?"
"Clit-ti-chick," the soldier ant motioned down the mountain.
"I... You're setting me free?"
"Cli-chick."
Scu skittered upon its six legs, wobbling a little as his disproportionably large penis withdrew back up into his body, no longer being sucked upon. "Voot voo-too..." It sounded rather lonely.
Christine gazed down the mountain. She could go home now. Was anyone even looking for her? Probably not... That prick Bobby had probably forgotten about her and went home with his friend. He wouldn't even notice she was missing until he found himself actually getting horny without her there to keep the both of them satisfied...
Which reminded her; why was she here to begin with? Hadn't she come in search of this very waterfall in hopes of masturbating in a frenzy? She looked down at herself. Her body was the cleanest it had been in a long time, the healthiest it had been in a long time, and, quite frankly, the horniest it had been in a long time. In fact, her slit throbbed just thinking about what she had gone through the past week. And she had only begun to play with her milky tits...
Christine looked back longingly down the tunnel.
"Voo!" Scu yelped in surprise as hands snatched it up from the ground.
Christine giggled and greeted Scu "I think I can stay another few weeks at your wonderful spa~!" She shoved its heart shaped body back over her mouth and nose.
"Voot voo~!" Scu cheered. He wrapped his legs about her face. But, this time, he didn't bother to control her body. He merely returned to filtering her air and giving her a little something to suck on.
The soldier ant nodded and motioned for her to follow back into the tunnels. Christine joyfully complied. They walked for quite a while, her ears popping again as they went even deeper into the tunnels than Scu had ever taken her. Christine patted Liz and Belle on their heads as they skittered up to join her, her own personal servants.
They entered a large room, lit up even brighter than the rest for its occupants. Ecstatic moans echoed about, mixed with the calming songs of other Scus. More white ants attended to the many girls that sunk into their soft nests, attending to them as Liz and Belle had attended to Christine. And some of those girls were absolutely huge! With more clutches, they had been injected with more eggs. And with more eggs, well...
Christine was starting to drip just thinking about it.
'Make that another few months...'
"Voo!"