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Mantis Mother, Part 11 (Insect Broodmother TF Preg)
🕑 Added 2024-10-03 23:47:50 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
Ivy Hartridge is a college genius who has aroused the jealousy of popular girl Delia due to them both fancying the same man. But when Delia pranks Ivy by having her injected with a spliced insect serum, neither could have imagined that Ivy would begin to transform into a very fertile mantis mother-to-be!
Part 11: The Act
The next few days were so very different from the weeks before that Ivy wondered if she was in some strange fever dream. Despite her condition, despite no longer being human, despite her absurd pregnancy or the fact that she was carrying eggs for God’s sake, she somehow managed to be happy. Content, even. Disturbed by her pregnancy, yes. Fearful over her future, yes. Anxious over seeing her parents and friends again. Tearful over being stuck in this bloated, milk and egg-filled form for her life, of bloody course.
But somehow Theo made it endurable. At times she even forgot that she had sprouted wings on her back and five extra pairs of massive mammaries. As she had requested, they were taking things slow. She could barely believe she was even entertaining the notion of a relationship, as completely overburdened by eggs and her overall changes as she was, but then again, didn’t pregnant women lean on their spouses? Wasn’t this just more reason to take solace in someone’s arms, even if they had four less than you? Even if she was now a completely different species?
The facts that her loins still tingled in his presence told her that some things, at least, were still compatible.
They spent time together, still doing check ups, still doing sonograms - the latest did in fact, confirm she was pregnant with at least fifty eggs, likely more - and generally just playing the awful waiting game. Theo tried his best to keep her mind off of the inevitable . . . event that was coming. They watched soppy romance movies that she had always liked, and played video games from their respective youths. They would pile up on the couch together, her taking up a lot more space, her enormous egg sac positioned so that she was seated slightly atop it, the great mass resting between her legs and sagging onto the floor. It occasionally made squelching noises. Theo ignored them, and she pretended to have not made them. Other times they would simply go on walks - Theo had come up with the great idea of using a flatbed trolley to rest her ovipositor on, and it was a terrific help to her mobility - and together they enjoyed the outside air and the blue of the sky.
These walks would never last for long; Ivy was more easily exhausted as she continued to grow in size, and her many mounds were more often pressurised. Most mornings she now woke up soaked in her own milk, her over-engorged mammaries having swelled in size in just a matter of hours. Increasingly Ivy spent most of her time almost painfully aroused and pressurised, a strange mix of utter discomfort and seeping wetness in her loins and ovipositor. She was no longer dependent on Theo just for food and care; soon she needed closer relief from him.
She was lying in bed, flushed, slightly sweaty, overheated and overfull, when Theo came to say goodnight. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, and begged him to kiss her good night.
“Please, just once. I want to feel your lips on mine, even if I barely have lips anymore. Just once.”
“Of course,” he said. “I’ll kiss you, Ives.”
Theo did, but in moments she was returning the kiss passionately, rising slightly on her left arms to hold him with her rights, and pressing her immense boob-flesh against his chest. Her overstretched nightgown fell away to reveal six wobbling great tits with incredibly erect nipples, and the six on her ovipositor were just as turned on.
“Ivy, what are you doing?” Theo asked.
“Pleaasssee Theo, I n-need this. I neeed- oohhh - you s-so much!”
Her antennae twitched as her wings enfolded him, picking up his raging hormones. “And I kn-know you w-want me too.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. In moments he was licking at her many thumb-sized nipples, suckling at her sweet pink milk, kissing her smooth, rounded face. She groaned in combined pleasure, arousal, and discomfort as she awkwardly shifted so that he could gain entrance to her womanly folds. He rested against her gravid womb as she did so, and she grunted as another egg descended from the unexpected force, making an audible lurch in her stomach as it did so.
“I-ignore it!” she cried, “j-just keep going!”
He did, gripping her top breasts, his palms sinking into their soft flesh as moved himself into a better possible.
“Nngghh - ooohhh Theeooo,” she groaned, teasing at his cock and gripping his waist even as she struggled with the egg. Theo paused for a moment, his large member throbbing hard near her entrance, but remaining still while she struggled with the egg.
“Just - ahhh - ignore i-it Theo! Get it inside me already! Oooohhh!”
He entered her, and she writhed in pleasure at finally being filled this way. God, she had missed sex, even if sex now meant so many more additional limbs and body parts, the feeling of all her nipples lighting up as erogenous zones was beyond compare. Her breasts squirted what felt like litres of milk, but she could only focus on the pleasure at that moment as Theo thrust into her, grunting himself in a way that was so incredibly sexy.
She couldn’t help it, she was so damn horny. She needed his cum in her, so badly it felt like she might die without it. What harm could it even do at this point anyway? She pressed her many cleavages against his face, the head-sized mammaries bouncing and wobbling with every thrust, releasing more squirts of milk as her ecstasy rose. Theo gripped her stomach for leverage, and she couldn’t help but unfurl her wings as their shared climax approached.
Another egg descended, and - oof! - it felt like two this time. Fuck, she felt so full, like such a big pregnant insect momma in heat. She gripped Theo’s ass with her lowest set of arms, even as she gripped his waist and shoulders to press him against herself.
“Oh God Theo! I - Nnnnyaagghh . . . oooohhhh ah ah ah!”
She bucked her hips, pushing, and the eggs descended. It was almost impossible to untangle the strange pain of depositing her eggs and the sensual pleasure of her and Theo’s coupling.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this, Ivy!” Theo grunted, her grip aiding his ministrations within her hypersensitive opening.
She kissed him, and the two of them shared a bright-eyed look as her tongue lengthened, becoming longer and more prehensile, so that her tongue wrapped around his. She’d had no idea her body was still changing. She pulled her tongue back.
“Do youu still mean iit?” she asked, still unused to her lengthened tongue.
“I do,” Theo said, drawing his member almost entirely out of her vagina before sliding all the way back in. “You’re still beautiful, Ives. Strange and interesting and totally different to any other girl on the planet - I love you.”
She was near. She was so damn near she felt like she was on the verge of it.
“I . . . ahh . . . I. . . lo - mmhhhhnnmm!”
She was prevented from saying it, as the first orgasm rolled through her being. From the tips of her many breasts to the core of her overstuffed womb, she was overwhelmed with ecstasy that rolled through her like a wave of thunder. Her nipples tensed, hardening, and then began to release copious amounts of milk, Her antennae straightened, creating a feedback loop of pleasure as it took in Theo’s own nearing climax. More eggs descended from her now quintuplet-sized pregnant belly, and in her groaning pleasure they slid through her as if carried on a current of her own seeping juices.
“Oh God, Ivy!” Theo grunted, and her antennae told her he was only moments away from joining her. She buzzed like a bee in satisfaction, imagining Theo knocking her up even more, so that she swelled in size like a proper insect queen. Wait, where did that thought come from?
And then it happened. Theo seized up, his body becoming rigid in her six arms and against the taut dome of her inflated stomach. He pressed his face deeply into her uppermost breasts, and groaned in one final thrust as deeply as he could into her depths. Another orgasm across her as they climaxed, this time together. She felt his large dick throb within her, and then suddenly there was the hot rush of his semen spurting deep into her womb, warm and sticky and wonderful in a way she had never known it could be in a body such as she occupied now.
They lay there, panting together, covered in pink milk, Ivy collapsing onto her side and simply basking in the post-coital glow. Theo kissed her deeply, and once again she extended her elongated tongue into his mouth, and then further down to lick at his chest.
“That was . . . amazing Ives,” he panted.
She smiled at him, and then the smile faltered as a dreadful pressure almost immediately descended. Theo seemed to notice her reaction.
“Was I not good?”
“N-no, it’s not that, it’s - oohhhh - sooo many damn eggs.” She grunted, and pushed, and there was a brief but sharp pain as what felt like dozens of ostrich-sized eggs pressed against the inner-cervix that lay between her hips and her ovipositor, and then with a loud squelch they began to pass through, one after the next, and all Ivy could do was lie back and clutch her stomach and groan for dear life as what felt like an entire clutch shifted downwards.
“NNngghhn . . . .ooooohhhhh . . . ah ah ah ahhhhhhh there’s so m-many!”
Theo stood, still dripping from her liquids, and marvelled at his immensely pregnant girlfriend pushing and straining with her many, many eggs. She writhed, skin flushed with embarrassment and discomfort, and there were audible lurches as her stomach contracted to squeeze her next egg through, the process repeating itself over and over. After a brief pleasurable experience with Theo, she was back to being a prisoner to her own mutant, pregnant body.
“Can I get you anything?” Theo said, increasingly agitated as the flow of eggs failed to stop.
“NNGGHH! I - ah - don’t - ah - need - ah - anythhinnnnng! Just s-stay w-with me okay!?”
He grabbed her hand, and two more of hers grabbed his and she continued to moan and strain and push egg after egg down her tube and into her egg sac, which was now swollen beyond belief. Finally it began to slow down, and Ivy continued to grunt as the last few eggs slowly made their way down.
She breathed heavily when she was finished, her eyes half-lidded as if she was barely conscious. Her stomach was still taught, and as she rubbed it, she could feel the jostle of developing eggs still within her. She knew she was only finished for now, not for good, but there was no denying her mound was smaller now, appearing more like a full-term twin pregnancy. The same could not be said for her ovipositor, which gurgled unpleasantly, taking up much of the remaining bed in its sagging, heavy, overfull way.
Ivy and Theo shared a weary, alarmed look. Both of them knew at once that however long it took from that point to finally birth her eggs, Ivy wouldn’t be able to move from the bed until she did.
To Be Continued . . .
