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Nesting Phase, Part 4 (People to Alien Broodmothers TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-01-12 00:23:12 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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Two couples out camping are awed when they see a bright blue meteor shower, and even get to see and touch an asteroid piece that lands near them. Unfortunately, it crumbles after they touch it, and the two couples return home to their apartments. Little do they know they have been infected with an alien virus, one that shall soon turn them into alien broodmothers destined to make their entire apartment tower their hive. Perhaps the changes won’t be all bad, however. Perhaps they might even be pleasurable . . .
Part 4: The Hive Takes Form
The next few days saw the brood empress’ lair take shape. Despite the weirdness of their entire situation and their occasional horrified awe at what was happening to their bodies, the two couples nevertheless were constantly overridden by their new impulses and instincts, not to mention that rush of endorphins that came with obeying their new hierarchical nature. Constructing the beginnings of their shared lair gave them purpose, and in that purpose came further changes, slowly but magnificently surely.
Lily, formerly so petite and weak and shy, was coming into her own as a future warrior and protector of the hive. She was the one that did the heaviest work smashing down the walls that separated their apartment from the vacated central one that divided them from Mick and Sharon. Mick, being quite the hardy wilderness man himself, also helped out, but it was obvious that Lily was outpacing him, her muscles growing with each tearing away of plaster and frame, board and strut. Lily had never felt so alive except for when mating with her husband in his new form. She delighted in the way her skin was now entirely turquoise in colour, and even more with how her skin was becoming chitinous in spots; it was as if, being the warrior, she was also developing strong armoured plates. Like everyone else, her antennae were growing longer, allowing her to read the positions of others and work better as a shared, almost hive-minded team. But even more exciting was the development below her arms. New matter was starting to protrude from them, and as the days passed while they worked to unify their lairs and clean away the mess, it was obvious they were developing into a second set of muscular arms beneath her first.
“A second pair of arms, my empress!” she declared to her husband, bowing before him almost ritually. “All the better to fight and protect the hive with!”
That desire to protect did not just extend to her husband, either. Increasingly, Lily was finding Sharon to be a subject of fascination. The hippie former-human had always been her closest friend, but now that Sharon was swelling, her skin turning a salmon-pink and her rear bulge expanding like her husband’s, a recognition was growing: this woman may not be an empress, but she was still a royal queen, second only to her husband in the new hive hierarchy. And it also made her very attractive, even as she moaned from her expansion, as a second pair of plump breasts formed, and her hips widened. Sharon, like Pete, was becoming a little overwhelmed by these changes, and her mind increasingly delved into her pagan believes to cope: she thanked the ‘holy celestial rock’ - the meteor - for bringing her a ‘royal blessing.’ Her nose was the first to begin flattening, forming two longer slits, but the others were following suit as they renovated their space into a large lair. She was at the forefront of other changes: Sharon’s antennae were the first to reach over a foot in length, and she was also the first to experience hair colour change too: overnight her hair had grown to twice its length and turned a dark pink to match her smooth yet alien skin.
“I just want to keep changing,” she cooed, opening her four arms outwards as she soaked in the light of the strange meteor. “I wish to become my final form. I want the holy rock to reveal my ultimate self and allow my essence to transcend!”
Even Mick was a bit weirded out by his wife’s enthusiasm.
“Babe! Babe! Please, come away from the rock. We know it’s ch-changing us. I’m g-getting bigger. But we should try to fight it as much as we can!”
But then she turned to him, grinned, and pressed her breastflesh - all two rows of it - against her lover.
“Or, you could breed me beneath the rock’s light,” she purred, pressing her full lips against his and tracing over him with her four arms. “While you’re still man enough to do so.”
Mick couldn’t resist her. His manhood had not completely slid away, but it would soon. His womanhood was there, and his member was disappearing inside of it. But he could still get his wife - no, his queen - pregnant. That was the point, wasn’t it? He didn’t even notice that Lily was present, having climbed up on the ceiling as he gave over to his passions. Nor did he notice that Sharon and Lily were exchanging a lustful gaze as he spent his final seed inside his wife. All that mattered was finally having the children they’d previously never wanted.
Besides, it would add more hive members for him to feed. And that wasn’t even counting the life that would surely flow from the empress!
The empress ‘herself’ was clearly coming more into her role whether he/she wanted it or not. At this point, Pete could only survey his own changes, feeling much more hesitant than Lily despite his incredibly strong urges. His skin was becoming a deeper purple, a truly royal purple colour, in fact, but whereas his once-petite wife was becoming an Amazonian warrior, now easily 6’3 in height and still growing, his mass was only increasing in ways that were far, far more feminine. Far more maternal, in fact. He too was growing a second pair of arms, but a more prominent development was taking place on his chest. None of Lily’s expanded bras could possibly give him support as his new tits continued to expand, growing full and rounder and strangely tighter. His nipples, larger and surrounded by wide areolas of a darker purple colouring, were distending and stretching occasionally, making him ‘ooh!’ and ‘ahhh!’ in response to the uncomfortable yet seemingly appropriate pains. The bulge just above his backside was rapidly growing, far faster than his wife’s or anyone else’s for that matter, and his lower half was likewise growing; hips wider than even the most maternal of women, his buttocks large and round and unable to fit into any clothing, not that clothing felt right anymore. And that was to say nothing of what was happening below his breasts!
“I think I’m g-growing m-more tits,” he stammered, feeling them with his nascent lower arms, where two prominent, fatty bulges were growing.
“Mhmm, you are indeed, my empress,” Lily said, caressing them and causing her husband to moan.
“I’m n-not an empress! I’m not even m-meant to be female, except I have this d-damn vagina! But I - oooh - I want this at the same time. I want more breasts, and b-bigger ones! It makes no sense!”
But then Lily planted her lips upon his lower nipples, suckling at them one at a time and urging them to grow yet further, and the utter bliss it caused pulsing through his being made those concerns die away. He could feel more tissue and fat developing upon his chest, and the hunger pains that went with it, and his stomach growled, desiring the fuel for further growth into his hive queen role.
It was a need met almost instantly by Mick, who had become utterly obsessed with feeding all four of them as they worked. He had always taken pride in his barbeques and his cooking, particularly when it came to his classic pork rib special, but now any means of getting food into his wife Sharon and his friends was necessary. He too was growing, his rear sac-like bulge expanding to the size of a basketball and then beyond, and while it was only half as big as Pete’s it still excited him. Something about it was connected to food, though he couldn’t explain it. All he knew, courtesy of the messages from the meteor and his own antennae-driven instincts, was that the more it grew the more he could effectively feed the hive, and his empress and queen most of all. His skin was now a forest green, and he seemed to be growing more breasts than anyone! Whereas Pete was starting to develop a third pair of nipples and Sharon and Lily had four tits, he was up to his fourth pair already, and a fifth pair of nipples were already expanding too. It was wonderful, and terribly, and humiliating and glorious. So long as his body became larger and rounder and fuller, it didn’t matter. He was a feeder, and while he didn’t understand quite how his body played into that, he considered his increasingly rounded gut a good sign. It was distinct from the empress and queen: they were thicker up top but still pleasingly feminine, their breasts large on their gorgeous frames, their arms petite and slender, though surprisingly strong. No, it was their lower torsos that were swelling further, their rear sacs growing larger, their hips widening, their legs thickening and extending. But Mick alone was getting chubby up top, his belly expanding like that of a pregnant woman’s, though instead of life, he could feel it becoming increasingly pressurised and sloshing with liquid inside. It freaked him out, but those feelings disappeared the moment he retrieved the ordered food or cooked up meals for the group.
“You’re getting bigger,” Pete said of him at one point, jabbing his belly. “You used to be such a burly man. Now look at you, at us.”
“I know. I should hate this, buddy. But . . . it helps me feed you.”
“How?”
“I - I don’t know. I think . . . I think with these.”
He raised his four arms to cup his breasts - all of them were D-cups by the end of the third day of renovations, and they were flushed and hot and had a slight sheen of sweat upon them. Pete licked his lips, trying not to stare at his best friend’s nipples - all ten of them stacked atop each other. It was too weird, and yet . . .
“Can I t-try?” he said, hesitating. His own breasts were ripe, but they weren’t for his own pleasure. Mick’s, on the other hand . . .
“Feeding from me?” Mick asked excitedly.
The two wives watched this exchange. Neither former male noticed, but Lily was sliding her three-fingered hand up and down Sharon’s thigh, working up the courage to mate with her. She was the only one left with male genitals hidden inside her now, and she was desperate to use them, to exercise her warrior’s strength for her queen just as she had for her empress.
“Yes, p-please,” Pete said. “I can’t resist. And it feels right.”
None of the four knew it, but Pete’s broodmother body was now secreting pheromones that would bind the hive together even more tightly, encouraging them to further embrace their roles even through the shame and fear and discomfort.
“D-drink,” Mick said, stepping forward, carefully judging the weight of his own dangling bulge, which was now almost the size of a mini-fridge. “There’s - ahh! - a tightness there! I think this is m-meant to be, buddy. I’m f-feeding you, as I was always m-meant to. Mhmm!”
His voice was pure woman as he pressed all of his tits against Pete’s body. The empress was unable to help himself: he gave one apologetic look to his wife, but she simply nodded in encouragement, and through their antennae network they could each feel the pulse and vibe of libidinous desire. Pete lowered his lips to his friend’s upper right breast, the largest pair of them all, and began to suck, drawing the enormous dark pink nipple in.
“Ohhhhhh!” Mick moaned, four arms squeezing and playing with his other tits and urging them to grow. “I can f-feel it! My m-milk!”
But it wasn’t milk, and Pete knew it. It was . . . sludge. Goo. Far too thick to be milk. He withdrew, sliding an elongated tongue around his chin as the surprisingly bright green goo dripped down his features.
“It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. God, I’m s-sorry Mick. This is so fucked up. But I need more. I need so much fucking more. You need to make me grow!”
“Just drink from me, dude, I can’t fight it either! All of you, drink from me!”
Pete continued, imbibing the delicious sludge down his gullet and giving fuel for further changes. His nose shrank away, the nostrils becoming diagonal slits like those of a snake’s. His pupils swelled, going dark and becoming his entire eyes, which also grew in size. His own chest grew, as did his rear sac, and his hair finally changed to a dark purple that cascaded longer down his naked back. It was a perfect sight, and enough to finally bring Lily and Sharon to the point of unbearable lust. They began making out on the couch, overwhelming it before they shifted to the mattress. Mick and Pete saw this and felt humiliation, but could not stop their own sensual exchange. The urge to feed his empress was too much, and Pete had a mighty hunger for his friend’s goo-like produce.
“Delicious,” Pete moaned. “F-feed me. Make me b-bigger.”
It was, too. The more he ate, not only did his changes accelerate, but something else was going on his belly as well. It began to subtly expand and tighten, filling with contents that was not just the goo, but harder and rounded. Pete moaned, continuing to suckle from his friend, from The Feeder. He placed a lower arm upon his belly, which was pressurising and becoming more dome-like. The surface was taut, unlike Mick’s more chubby belly, and it increasingly gave the newly feminised, newly alien being a quite pregnant look.
This was appropriate, of course, because that’s exactly what Pete was becoming. Eggs were developing within his churning womb, their development sped up by the transformative goo. He switched breasts, drinking from Mick’s lower right, then his left, trying to drain him completely. The would-be empress knew something was wrong, but was helpless to the delicious taste and wonderful expansion. And it was not just the belly that expanded, but the bulge at his backside. It grew and grew, filling with fat and tissue until it began to press against the floor. The underside was ribbed but soft, like that of an ant queen’s ovipositor, and perhaps this should have given a clue to Pete what was going on, were he not lost in the pleasure of his expansion.
“Mhmmm . . . ahhhh . . . nnghh! B-bigger! Bigger!!!”
He had to release from Mick, gasping as he clutched his pressurised belly. It expanded, inch by terrible inch, until he looked like he was halfway or more through a pregnancy, unable to hide it. His lowest pair of breasts - his third, now - were also expanding, and all six were beginning to seep their own fluid, which was pale pink in colour, unlike the rest of his purple skin. He groaned, rubbing his nipples.
“Wh-what’s h-happening to m-me!? It feels - ahhhh - s-so right!”
Mick looked at his friend with astonishment. He had helped increase his friend’s size. He had helped grow him to his role. He had fed Pete, allowing those children to swell.
“I think - holy shit - I think you are, my empress.”
The wives had finished their own copulations, Sharon bent over on all fours and lifting her heavy sac while Lily thrusted into her from behind. The benefit of having a set of male genitals nestled within her female genitalia was divine, she found, as it allowed her to fulfil all the roles the hive needed. This woman, her best friend in the world, was now also her queen, second only to the great empress that was her former husband. She needed to seed her, and so when she cried out and ejaculated within Sharon, the two of them experienced the greatest bliss, a sensation that was transmitted across the entire hive.
“What are you d-doing?” Pete groaned, slowly turning around, his powerful legs helping him adjust to his increasing weight. “Lily, you’re my w-wife!”
“I can’t help it!” she announced, still inside the moaning Sharon. “I’m sorry, empress, but a warrior must attend to queen and empress alike.”
Pete tried to argue back, but something in her words was right. He may be their leader, but Sharon had an important role. He could sense with his antennae that life was growing within her as surely as it was developing in him. Aghast at this, a flood of endorphins papered over his concern. He looked to Mick, still compelled by alien instinct.
“Mick . . . my feeder . . . see to her. We need her to grow too.”
“Of course, buddy,” Mick said, pleased to return to the familiarity of his wife. “My empress. Sharon, come here. Your husband will feed you, love. Just like he always does.”
And so it continued.
***
By the time the three days of mating, feeding, and renovating had passed, things had indeed changed dramatically. The curtains were all pulled shut to avoid onlookers, and the furniture was largely cleared away, but for that which could support their weight and size. Pete was now the largest among them, a royal purple empress with bulging, glistening breasts - six in total - and a huge pregnant belly that was matched only by what was obviously now an ovipositor that dragged along the floor behind him. Sharon wasn’t far behind. It was obvious that she was inferior in status - the pink-skinned queen had four breasts and a smaller belly and ovipositor - but she was gleeful to be growing with life as well, her skin tightening with expansion. Mick’s body was softer, chubbier, bloated not with pregnancy at all but more of the goo. It was remarkable: he now had eight breasts with two more on the way already, but his actual body, massive sac and all, was seemingly swelling with an enormous amount of goo, as if he were a living tub of toothpaste. It should have given him nightmares, but filling up with that life-nourishing nutrient goo just felt too right: the ultimate execution his true purpose, to feed the hive through his body. Lily kept watch over them all. She was getting closer to seven feet by this point, and knots were developing on her shoulders, the beginnings of wings. She knew it had to be the case, to be more mobile and defensive. She too was pregnant, but developing more slowly. Her four breasts were smaller, and she could feel that her eggs were hard and large, but few in numbers.
Warriors for the hive, they had to be.
Their space was minimal but connected, and the light of the comet was upon them. But they were getting stuffy in their small area, and increasingly could sense suspicion from the other human minds in the apartment complex. When would the landlord come knocking? When would there be an investigation?
“What the hell are we g-going to do?” Sharon asked.
Pete swallowed. He knew. His instincts were to lead, and he still wanted to, just as he always had as the alpha male.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he said, rubbing his pregnant belly and hefting his egg sacs, “but I think we need to make more eggs as quickly as possible. We need to expand the lair.”
The others looked to him, and Mick’s over full body wobbled in excitement.
“We need to bring others into the hive.”
To Be Continued . . .
