so this a repost with some revision, As previous one got removed (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) English is not my first language so excuse me for any grammatical error or punctuation. Enjoy!!

It was nice sunny sunday after a stressing final semester exam for abc university. All students, especially final year ones were off to play and enjoy outside to relieve some academic pressure . Well Everyone except for Ivok, our 23 year old final year student with a twink body and bubbly ass to die for. So, Ivok having rarely any free time because exam that just passed,saw this opportunity to have some "private time". He had recently ordered one of those errotic japanese comic books. You know the ones, the ones that are filled with unrealistic drawings of girls doing all sorts of depraved shit. The theme of this particular issue was ‘bugs’. It featured all sorts of drawings, from girls getting fucked by oversized bugs to girls bloated with eggs.

Though one particular image caught Ivok’s eye. It was a drawing of a girl spreading her legs to the camera, showing off both of her holes, which gaped, maggots and eggs falling out of them. Something about it excited Ivok, maybe because it was more realistic than the rest. Plus many years ago he read an article of Blowfly girl, where the girl stuffs herself with maggots and gets infested with them. That aroused him so much that he was jerking off to the thought for a month.

So naturally he decided to do something about his fascination with the concept. Ivok had wanted to do this for a long time but he never had the privacy to do so. he planned to go after dinner but the opportunity's finally here so he decided to go in the morning instead because he could not wait. he had withheld masturbating all week just for the buildup to this day.

he approached the dumpster behind the cafeteria excitedly. he climbed the metal sides and looked at the pile of garbage inside. several plump, black bags stretched to near bursting cushioned him when he jumped inside. a few broke open on impact spilling their disgusting garbage everywhere.

Ivok took in the smells. it was foul and he almost gagged. the dumpster had been sitting in the sun all week and the smells of a full week of lunches all blended together. it was a stinky perfume that Ivok wished he could put in a bottle and take with him to wear everyday.

Ivok began to dig deeper into the garbage. as he went deeper the smell got stronger. it was stronger than he expected but not unbearable. he began to get an erection. he felt at home surrounded by the filth.

when he got to the bottom of the pile where it was stinkiest he found what he was looking for. the entire bottom of the dumpster was swarming with slimy white maggots. each one was smaller than the size of a quarter , but there must have been thousands of them all squiggly and squirming around so balancing the size.

Ivok felt the blood rush to his penis. he was already rock hard when he pulled off his pants.

he scooped some of the maggots up and placed them on his cock. they were surprisingly warm. he took in the feeling of letting them squirm around for bit before grabbing another handful and beginning to jack off.

many of the maggots got squished and died creating a sticky white lubricant along the shaft of his dick. the sensation felt good and he could tell he was about to cum. he didn’t want the experience to end so soon. So Shakily, he wiped the mess off of the tip of his cock. The head of his cock was sore and alarmingly red. Clumsily, he gently grabbed one of the maggots between his fingers, pushing it toward his irritated urethra. he kept poking it, prodding it, trying to get it to want to hide from him. Trying to get it to burrow .

he gasped as he finally felt the head of beige maggot pressing into him. he used his fingers to spread apart the urethra as best he could to allow it to slip past his swollen entrance. he kept gently tapping it to urge to go inside deeper.

Ivok's back arched in pleasure as he felt it wriggle into him. he watched in pleasure as its little beige body slid further and further into Ivok until it finally disappeared into him. he didn't know how to get it out. But… he didn't want to get it out.

he urged another maggot in with the same method, shaking and groaning as he watched it disappear into him. he did it again. And again. And again. Ivok lost himself in it more and more as he felt each maggot push the others deeper or wriggle in past each other. he had no idea where they could even go from there. His balls? His bladder ? he shook violently, his whole body covered in a freezing sweat. Ivok imagined all the maggots in him pushing into his bladder, eating the walls of it and crawling into the rest of his body. Or they will crawl to his balls, from eating his premature spermatids to all his testicles making him infertile. Replacing his testicles with their mass and their eggs nestling inside making it their breeding ground and home. Ivok closed his eyes and trembled in pleasure at the thought.

he felt them deeper and deeper inside him. It felt like he had to pee, but he knew it was just the maggot bodies piling up inside him.

he pictured them crawling up into his bladder, breaking through and filling it, ruining it, nestling in there and making him incontinent.

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[And I'm back, sorry it's been a little while, here's the next part! It's a big one at 6.7k words, again I apologies for any mispelling. I hope you enjoy!]

The hivemind could think, react and make changes. But planning was new to it, in the past a single solution was all it needed. A maggot that could get into hibernating badger's nests and bring them to the hive, a spider with a stronger web to catch larger prey or bees who’s honey could create an almost drunken effect on those who ate it. But all of these mutations and evolutions had been for the same purpose of bringing flesh to the hive. Now it was trying to do something new, something it had never done before.

For hours it schemed and for hours it argued with itself for the best action, it knew that if it made the wrong step it could end the hive completely; but if it succeeded… the mere thought sent ripples of excitement throughout the hive.

Should it go fast and hard and try to forcibly wrest control of Jenny and assimilate her? Or should it go slow and tempt her in, let her hand over the reins to the hive? As it wrestled with these two options the hive realised the perfect solution, it would have to control Jenny into giving in to the hive. Suggestions and subtle manipulations, bring her closer and closer to the hive until she can no longer resist. The hive agreed wholly and preparations began, Jenny would need to be made pliable, open to suggestions and a new creature would need to be created to help control her thoughts. One that could understand her mind and the myriad of thoughts and feelings that remained, the hive would need something not entirely from within it. It would need to breed her to get control of her.

As the hivemind plotted and set in motion its plans Jenny remained peacefully unaware of her enclosing doom. She sat on her sofa scrolling on her phone, switching between apps before getting bored and switching back again. She felt restless and couldn't quite understand why, her head no longer hurt but the dull ache in her chest was still there, she switched to Google and tried to find remedies. The painkillers had helped temporarily but she didn't want to keep taking them. Maybe a home remedy could help alleviate it. Google suggested less caffeine and rosemary oil so Jenny made a note on her phone before rifling through some cupboards and the fridge, making a list of things she needed. She checked the time and realised the shops closed soon, grabbing her keys she darted out the door and into her car.

The wasps watched as she hurriedly bolted out of the door and into her car, their orders were to protect the door, they hadn't thought of if she left herself… they worried for a moment before returning to the hive to tell them what had happened.

The hive grew excited once it had been informed that Jenny had left, now was their chance to infiltrate inside the house. Plans became solid and ideas grew, and slowly, the hive began to move. First they burrowed deeper so as not to disturb the top soil before slowly, agonisingly they worked their way closer and closer towards the house, working around foundations as they followed guides set out by worms and ants. The structure would stay secure for now whilst they turned it into a new hive.

Bees left their hives laden with honey, finding their way in through a small crack under the door they, and many others forced their way inside the house. To the cupboards they went, the wasps had been keeping tabs on Jenny and they had learnt some habits, she tended to open the doors and look at the things inside for a moment before closing it, occasionally she'd grab something from there and eat it. It was the perfect spot. The bees rummaged before sensing something familiar, a near empty jar of honey kept wedged at the back of the cupboard, likely forgotten. Hurriedly they called for larger help to open the jar. The bees flew away as help arrived, a deep seated primordial fear that still wasn't entirely overwritten by the hive stuck with them as the spider approached.

It moved slowly but purposefully, almost gracefully as it deftly made its way up the side of the cabinet to the shelf where it was needed. The face sized tarantula had aptly gained its name and was a respected, but greatly feared member of the hive. With purposeful movements it hauled its body up to the shelf, and with a single leg wrapped around the lid, the jar opened with a pop. The tarantula took a moment to rearrange the jars and tins, placing the now open jar in a more prominent spot. Its purpose complete, it turned and left the cupboard, opting to now make its way up to the ceiling and traversed the room that way. Once the tarantula was a respectable distance from the jar, the bees swarmed it. They pressed themselves for space, each one wanting to deposit in the jar, each one eager and excited to be a part of the forming of a new hive. Soon the jar was almost filled with brand new honey and the bees departed.

In Jenny's bedroom the tarantula had begun hunting for suitable hiding spots, being such a large creature it kept a degree of freedom from the hivemind and as such sometimes did things its own way, but they knew better than to go against the hive's plans. It pushed open Jenny's wardrobe as it climbed down and the reflection of something shiny caught a glint in its eyes, making its way inside the tarantula stopped dead. It remained completely still for a moment as it comprehended the beauty in front of it, a web so intricate and beautiful was suspended before it, in all colours too, a beautiful pure white, a piercingly bright red and deep black. The tarantula was enamoured and went deeper into the wardrobe to inspect the clothes, the door closing behind it. A beautiful lace gothic dress hung in the wardrobe and the tarantula crawled over every aspect of it, in the darkened room it agonised over every detail and shape. Before it had been reluctant to work either the hive on its newest plan, it knew how quickly and efficiently humans could end them. Unlike the insects that formed the majority of the hive, the Spiders spent more time around humans and were ever more aware of the great danger they presented to the hive. But now the tarantula saw a vision that it must see come to fruition, and so it left the wardrobe and found its way to the collection of other Spiders that had gathered in the dark corners of the room and with great eagerness it spoke to them of the beautiful webs it had seen.

The trap was almost completely set, now it would have to lay in wait until its prey entered and its plans would set in motion, soon it would be too late to turn back and the hive would have to hope whatever God's listened to it would take mercy.

Jenny pulled back into her drive, the rumble of gravel underneath her tyres had long alerted the hive before she'd managed to park up, her driveway was a long private drive away from the main road, relatively secluded from others but she had a few neighbours that weren't too far away. She had felt lonely at first but she had begun to adapt to it, it was just another aspect of countryside life that was different to her time spent in the city. And she could always invite her friends to stay a weekend, it wasn't like she was limited on space or that anyone was going to make a noise complaint any time soon.

Jenny noticed the buzz of activity about the flowers she had planted the other day outside the front door. Several bees and even a few wasps had gathered outside and were busily making their way in and out of the flowers gathering pollen. Jenny stood beside her car for a moment as she watched them, before taking a deep breath and opening up the car and grabbing several bags of shopping. She struggled a little at first, the weight threw her off balance for a moment as various bottles threw their weight about freely, with a staggered step she made her way up towards the door, placing the bags down slightly less than gracefully, as she went back to the car to close the doors one fell over, it's contents spilling out across the front doorstep. Soon a small group of bees were crawling over the bag's contents, inspecting groceries and trying to note what was inside before Jenny got back. She simply sighed and let her shoulders drop as she saw the bag collapse under its own weight before trudging back up towards it, she nonchalantly shooed the bees away before packing the bags back up again, still taking care not to touch any of the bees directly. “These aren’t flowers guys, get back over there, this is my nectar.” She said picking up a bottle of alcohol.

Setting her bags down on the countertops, Jenny began to unpack. She opened the fridge and found her eyes lingering on the tub of grubs and maggots she’d placed in the day before. She felt a strange pooling of drool grow in her mouth before she swallowed it, confused by what that weird response was. Grabbing a jar of honey she opened the cupboard and looked at the shelf with jars and saw a brand new, fresh jar of honey. Jenny stood for a moment processing, the reveal of brand new honey threw her off even more than whatever weird thing had seen when she’d looked at all those maggots and grubs… maybe they’d pair well with honey? Don’t they fry them in some places? Mealworms are a thing right?

“I am not sleeping good what the fuck is wrong with me?” Jenny said out loud to no one in particular. Placing the jar of honey she’d just brought behind the one already in the cupboard. After unpacking all the shopping Jenny did some general house chores. After finishing up with some washing, Jenny brewed herself some herbal tea before stepping out onto her back decking, the old wooden rocking chair she’d picked up on marketplace gently swayed in the breeze. Jenny sat down and began to sip as she rocked back and forth, enjoying the watching the sky tinge red with the sunset.

Underneath her, the hive bustled with activity as it learnt new things about her, the wasps and bees reported back, what food she brought, what clothes she wore and various other details about her daily life. The hive was learning, deciding and planning. It would infiltrate her life, adjust her attitudes and turn her into a perfect host for the hive. The house she lived in was perfect to become a new hive. The spacious layout meant that there was somewhere for each member of the hive to fit in. This would be it’s best chance at evolving past any of the current host species.

As the last hints of red left the sky and the chill of night finally set in, Jenny made her way back inside, she shivered as passed the threshold back inside, unaware of the multitude of eyes that watched her, observing every single movement. She was still a little hungry despite her dinner earlier so she went to the breadbin, pulled out a few slices and chucked them in the toaster. Grabbing some butter from the fridge she saw the tub again… the strange writhing mass that had now slowed down, a weak and pitiful undulating. Jenny found herself staring at them, watching… they moved back and forth slowly and yet they seemed to reach out to her hand when she’d gone to grab the butter. She grabbed the tub and pulled it out, closing the fridge behind her she opened it with a clack of plastic. A distinct yet foreign smell filled her nostrils, earthy and intense it seemed to draw her into it, her mind seemingly wanting to dive into whatever that scent was.

PING

The toaster drew her thoughts away, lazily leaving the open tub on the side as she grabbed the hot bread from the machine, taking care not to touch the heated metal. A slather of butter went on top and whilst it began to melt into the bread Jenny opened the cupboard slightly, reaching in and grabbing some honey. Applying a generous coating of honey to the bread she bit in with a satisfying crunch. The honey seemed to melt almost instantly in her mouth, coating her taste buds in a luxurious feeling. The other latent effects are quickly absorbed by the mucous membrane in the mouth, and then into her body. It acted quickly, faster than any alcohol could wish, almost like a fast acting poison the latent chemicals and pheromones held within the sweetened honey raced through her bloodstream, pushing its way into every aspect it could, numbing and dulling her senses and reaction times whilst increasing blood flow to other parts of her body. Jennys cheeks flushed as she finished up the first slice of toast as hundreds of eyes watched her from every corner and darkened hiding spots. The characteristic hue appearing on her face brought up a drum of excitement within them.

She looked down at the second slice, licking her lips with anticipation. She didn’t remember where she got that honey from but it must’ve been expensive, it was so rich and so… moreish. Movement caught the corner of her eye and she turned to face it. The mass of grubs was beginning to move faster again as it warmed up outside of the fridge. Jenny almost drunkenly leant over. Her face came within centimetres of the open box as she furrowed her brow and looked at them. Why did she enjoy looking at them so much? Why did they seem so… enticing? Why did she feel like she wanted to get closer… much closer… the honey….

She stood back up, almost throwing herself off balance as the honey seemed to continue working its magic on her. A quick google seemed to confirm that you can eat mealworms live… that would be the same as these right? This one was yellow at least. Jenny thought to herself as she reached into the tub and pulled out a yellow grub. It didn’t seem to resist her as it rested in her hand barely moving, as she tipped her hand it fell into the sticky honey.

The honey placated the grub even more, as it lay in the honey happy and content, its world went dark. Jenny tentatively chewed the bread a little before swallowing, more of the honey continuing to coat her throat and mouth as she felt a strange sensation. The grub began to wriggle again as the heat of Jennys mouth and body melted the honey and awakened it more. It navigated its way down the tight tunnel of flesh, the pressing sensation around it felt almost comforting to it. Unseen muscles guided it down into her gut, an unseemly end to the grub but a necessary sacrifice for the hive.

Jenny let out a content sigh as feeling wriggling and pressing against her throat and oesophagus ended. It was an almost intoxicating feeling, each movement within her could be felt, the honey helping heighten the feeling movements within her. It had almost been pleasurable as Jennys hand subconsciously moved between her thighs. The sensation of it moving within her had echoed throughout her body… what if she could feel that somewhere else… She had another bite of the honey laden toast, and another, and another.

Heat built up within her thighs to an almost unbearable degree by the time she’d finished the toast and Jenny found herself gravitating to her bedroom, entering in she lay down on her bed, removing her socks from her feet she let them fall off the side of the bed, taking off her shirt and pulling down her leggings. Jenny moved slowly and drunkenly, stacking up some pillows so she could lay down in a more comfortable position. Her hand found its way sliding underneath her underwear as a soft moan escaped her lips, even the softest grazing sent signals pulsing up her spine yet somehow, they still felt unsatisfactory. Her hand slid further inside her underwear, feeling the dampness of the cloth against the back of her hand as she slowly moved her fingers up and down, a routine learnt over the years that she could do irregardless of her state of inebriation. She licked her lips, biting the lower one gently, her left hand reaching up to her chest and squeezing. Her entire body ignited in lust and heat as she squeezed her chest, even in her state Jenny knew that was odd for her but didn’t care. She squeezed again and felt an overload of signals through her mind, every pleasure receptor seemingly in overdrive. It drove her mad as she gently pushed a finger inside of herself, the feeling of pleasure was there, but somehow locked behind something at the back of her mind, was the position off? The mood? Her drunken eyes glazed over the room, maybe some candles would help? Whatever maybe her tastes were changing she thought as she gave her chest another squeeze, a louder moan involuntarily escaping her lips, her body tensing and tightening. Toes curled and thighs shaked as Jennys muscle contracted tightly, rolling over onto her side as a thumb rolled over her puffy nipple, it felt almost like it wanted to burst, endless streams of pleasure assaulting her mind as she now began to fall into the pink haze of lust, moaning consistently and getting louder and louder.

BZZZZ BZZZZ

The light of Jenny's phone screen lit up the ceiling in the room, spiders quickly scurrying out of the light before she could spot them, not that she was looking at the ceiling. Legs spread and laid out on her stomach whilst playing with her chest and mewling like a cat in heat. Slowly her hand stopped moving as the phone continued to vibrate. Jennys face returned to normal whilst she let out a deep sigh. Before reluctantly rolling over to see the bedside table.

The face of a pretty blonde girl, healthily tanned and smiling looked back at her. Jenny swiped accept on the call.

“Heyyyy how’s it going?” she said as she sat up a little in bed

“Hey! I’m doing good, how’re you?” The chipper voice called back after a moment's delay

“I’m alright yeah…” A moment of silence permeated the call before the other voice replied

“Soooo how’s the new place? Settled in yet?”

“Yeah it’s nice, needs a lot of work but I knew that, I’ve mostly sorted the inside but the garden is gonna need some serious work” Jenny responded with a lighthearted laugh

“Oh that’s awesome, I gotta come stay with you sometime! I can help out with the garden if you’d like”

“Yeah definitely, I’d really appreciate that honestly, it’s kicking my ass right now” Jenny said, tiredness beginning to creep into her voice as she continued “Look… I’m sorry I was just going to sleep. I don't wanna be rude but like… could I call you tomorrow? If you’re free after work or something?” Jenny winced at her own response, feeling bad for wanting to dump the call to get back to what she was doing before.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, of course! Yeah I’ll message you when I’m off work and we’ll call then alright?” the voice replied as Jenny smiled in relief.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it. I love you Layla, stay safe okay?”

“Haha I love you too Jen, I think you’re the one who needs to stay safe with all those garden tools” Layla laughed, her voice a perfect mix of sultry tones and joyous higher pitched laughter “Sleep well alright”

And before Jenny could reply the end tone sounded and her phone went dark again, only the filtered lights of the hallway letting Jenny see the rough outline of the bed and other furniture in her room. She sighed heavily before laying back down, giving her chest a half hearted squeeze but the mood was gone, for a small moment she felt annoyed at Layla for calling just then before she quashed that feeling instantly, it’s not like she knew what Jenny was doing. Jenny dismantled her small pillow pile and laid back, holding a pillow above her head before allowing it to fall on her face. Blowing air from her nose she swung her legs over the side of the bed and began a crude form of her nighttime routine. Brushing her teeth and putting on some night cream before going to bed. The come down from the honey seemed to hit her hard.

The tarantula observed from a corner in the ceiling, it’s eyes surveying for the right moment. It had almost defied the hive not long before when it could smell the heat and desire radiating from Jenny but it knew that a better moment to strike was coming soon.

Jenny seemed to struggle to get to sleep as the insects underneath her bed laid in wait, watching the electrical signals of her heartbeat until finally they began to slow down, her breathing calmed and a steady rhythm came over her body. The soft rise and fall of her chest was near hypnotic to those that watched her. And the tarantula began to move.

Keeping its usual slow demeanour it skulked out of the shadows it had kept hidden in, making its way across the ceiling until it stood directly over its target. Attaching a strong Web to the ceiling it allowed its front legs to detach, testing the strength of the roof beam before finally fully letting go, dangling in the air as it began its descent.

Ants worked in unison to move the loose bedding that covered her body in perfect timing with the tarantula. It placed a single leg on the soft flesh of her stomach, the soft give of her body felt inviting to the spider as it kept numerous eyes on the rest of her body, watching out for signs that Jenny may be stirring. Another leg pressed a small dent into her skin, and another and another until finally it stood on her stomach. The tarantula desperately wanted to get to work immediately but it knew it had to secure her first, this had to be done perfectly before the next stage could begin. With hesitant steps it made its way up her body, observing and marvelling the beauty of her curves. It had never taken the time to look at its prey before but now… now was different. It moved past her chest and up her neck, cresting over her jawline until it stood atop her head, a triumphant mountaineer conquering another summit. It looked down at her still and serene face. Odd movements and flickers displayed themselves to the spider as Jennys muscles respond involuntarily to the dreams she had.

The tarantula repositioned itself, allowing a string of thick and sticky webbing to attach itself to Jenny's chin before moving, securing it just underneath her nose. Another string of webbing across her face. The tarantula repeated these movements until her mouth was firmly and securely webbed. Now to secure her body. It turned around and began to head down, keeping a thick string of webbing going, securing her neck in place as it squeezed in the space between her body and pillow to wrap around her. The ants returned in unison, this time using their great combined strength to lift Jenny off the mattress, just enough space to allow the tarantula to began wrapping around her, first it looped around her shoulders as a cluster of orbweavers now revealed themselves to begin using their own to secure the tarantulas stronger webbing together, they all worked in unison as guided by the hivemind. Moving around her breasts allowing them to remain free from the bindings before securing her arms to her side. The tarantula wrapped and wrapped, ensuring there would be no chance of escape. It moved down to her legs, wrapping around her knees and ankles. Double, triple and quadruple wrapping. Satisfied that she was appropriately secured the rest of the insects began their duties in the great plan.

The orbweavers made their way to Jenny's head, the ants heading to her thighs whilst a collection of larvae and grubs made their way onto the bed, wasps dropping down from their own hiding spots towards her chest. Whilst moths and caterpillars kept watch over her, their sensitivity to electric charges ensured they could alert the other members of the hive before she stirred from sleep. Leafcutter ants worked in unison, their small pincers cutting through the fabric of her underwear, with near surgical precision they cut off the fabric from where it attached to the thin elastic around her hips. Together they pulled the soft fabric between her thighs and away from her body, the scent of her earlier excitement urged the insects onward as they all began to descend upon her.

The orbweavers gathered beside her ear, together they weaved a small cluster of webbing, holding just a few eggs cocooned inside. With that job done they attach it to her earlobe with some webbing before making their way down her body to join their comrades. Meanwhile the tarantula had returned to its spot on the ceiling, watching with calculating and menacing eyes as it surveyed Jenny's body, now beautifully wrapped up in its webbing. But it wanted more, it needed more. It watched as a dwarf spider now made its way to her head and picked up the package left by the orbweavers. It watched as it skillfully used its own webbing to attach the tiny cocoon to its underside and made its way to the entrance of her ear. It looked further down her body and saw that her nipple was even puffer than before. No doubt the babies she had been unknowingly nurturing were stirring as they detected the closeness of the hivemind. Soon they'd make their way to birth and join the writhing mass that formed the hivemind. Maybe they'd take after their mother, the hivemind would certainly prefer it if they did. Further down the ants had finished their laborious task of cutting and moving Jennys underwear away from her, now she lay exposed and vulnerable. A strange feeling brewed in the tarantula as it watched the myriad of smaller, lesser insects get their turn with her. It had seen the beautiful lace work in her wardrobe earlier, it wanted to see her wearing its webs like that, it wanted her. With its mind set the tarantula once again stalked back over her body.

The dwarf spider pushed its way inside her ear canal, legs scrabbling to gain purchase and haul itself deeper inside whilst two sets of legs helped cradle the package underneath it. Jenny's eyes rolled back underneath her eyelids as her body involuntarily responded, her eyelashes fluttering as well as a myriad of strange feelings washed over her body, her brain started to wake her up.

The grubs that Jenny had unwittingly been nurturing started to get more agitated and some unlatched from the milk ducts they'd been syphoning from. Instinctively they knew the way out, forcing their bulbous bodies through the narrow passageways towards freedom. Milk began to bubble up and dribble out until the first grub burst out with a small splash, a miniature geyser calling forth new life.

As the orbweaver finally cradled the cluster of eggs deep within Jennys consciousness her eyes fluttered. The signals within her brain picking up in frequency and the moth keeping watch panicked, it left its perch; not watching where as it was going, desperate to alert the rest of the hive to Jenny's waking but before it even realised the danger it had placed itself in. The tarantula crunched its small body in its jaws.

Jenny's eyes lazily began to open, not seeing anything in the darkness of night, her head held firmly to the side, she groaned and blinked twice. Why did her body feel… tight? The pulsing ache in her chest seemed worse. A muffled moan escaped her lips as her body pulled against the spiderwebs involuntarily as another grub burst forth, Jenny could feel the drops of her own milk rolling down her right breast alongside something soft and squishy. Her heart began to race and her breathing became panicked as Jennys brain began to catch up on her situation. The restraints that kept her body still and muffled her cries held strong against her best efforts. Her eyes rolled back and crossed over as more moans left her mouth, louder than before as another torrent of milk poured out her chest, something larger than last time followed, the mysterious object followed the same path as the first, rolling down into the gap between her breasts before making its way down her torso and to the left, dropping off her stomach.

The grubs and worms worked in cohesion, they had spent the day working up as much fluid within their bodies as they could, once in position they all released. A pool formed between Jennys thighs, with her body bound tight they wouldn’t have ease of access and they’d need as much lubricant as possible. First a large grub, about the size of a ferrero rocher, dived in, using its larger body almost like a battering ram it wriggled and pushed against her thighs, eventually managing to make progress it pushed its way between them. Jenny's thighs parted before it as it pushed its way in, quickly a multitude of worms and grubs dived after it into the pool, using the space behind the grub as a safe haven from the crushing power of Jennys thighs. As Jennys thighs tightened around them they continued to go deeper, pushing further and further, guided by the scent she had left earlier.

Worms and grubs alike were lost amidst her bound thigh, left struggling amid the flesh until finally they reached their bounty. Folds of skin and flesh still slick and damp called the grubs towards them. The worms and grubs scoured her body together, pushing and wriggling against every fold and crease in her body, the intimate closeness exciting all the participants until finally the largest grub found her entrance. Soon they were all swarming, desperately trying to push their way inside, each wanting to be the first to lay their eggs.

Jennys mind rapidly caught up and she bolted fully awake as a cold, wet and slimy sensation seemed to fill the gap between her thighs. The fluid pooled between her thighs and she swore she could feel something in it, wriggling, pressing up against her, seemingly trying to dive in between her thighs. The slimy substance acted like a lubricant as Jenny felt a thick but squishy object pulse between her thighs, each pulse it pushed deeper, spreading apart the soft flesh of her thighs and creating an opening that seemed to rapidly fill with more slime and more things that wriggled and pulsed in the space. Jenny looked around rapidly, her eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness, straining all her muscles against her bindings to no avail as she panicked, desperately trying to wriggle free, moving not too dissimilar to those making their way out of her breast and moving between her thighs. She continued to struggle for what felt like hours until finally something caught her eye, in the darkness she saw a glint of light reflecting off a multitude of eyes looking back at her, As Jenny realised that she was the prey, and she was now looking at the hunter, her silenced screams only reverberated within her head.

The tarantula observed Jenny squirming and struggling, she was just like the myriad of prey it had seen caught in its own or its brethren’s webs but somehow, more enticing and more alluring than any ever had before. The tarantula felt itself drawn closer to Jenny as it slowly descended on its web towards her. Jenny stopped struggling for just a moment and in that split second the two of them made eye contact and it witnessed true terror within her eyes. It kept still and continued to observe, the blood vessels in her neck pulsed rapidly and her chest rose and fell at a quickening rate. She was beautiful. The perfect prey to be wrapped up in fine silks and filled with offspring. The tarantula knew to savour this moment as it continued to observe and look before finally it resumed its descent, enjoying the view as it got closer and closer to her.

Jenny’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before, all her exertion had done nothing, she’d not moved an inch within her bindings and the oppressive pressure had continued. And now she could only stare at the massive spider hanging above her. It stayed there, perfectly still, only a few feet above her face whilst Jenny kept still, her blood frozen in her veins as her biggest fears came true before her. There was a twinkling of light amongst the myriad of eyes, almost as if it had been struck by a bolt of inspiration that lay somewhere deep within its consciousness. Jenny was entirely transfixed in fear as she stared up at it, only vaguely aware of the growing pressure between her thighs as the large spider took all of her focus. She tried to shy away from it as it came closer and closer, its back legs slowly working its web until finally it was barely a feet away from her and in its eyes she felt like she saw intelligence, reason and hunger. Her breath caught in her throat as fear took over in its entirety and she shut her eyes closed tight, desperately trying to deny reality. The pressure between her thighs mounted and she felt something squishy push inside her, at the same moment the hard sensation of 8 legs settling onto her skin overcame all her other senses.

This had to be a dream? A nightmare? Some sort of hallucination? Her mind tried to reason, to validate and discredit what she had seen and felt, the in-built defence systems kicking in as her brain tried to protect Jenny and itself from what was happening to her body. She could feel more things passing through, her tight entrance being widened ever so slightly to accommodate whatever was making its way inside her, with each rapid and heavy breath she could feel them make their way further up and inside her, the strange and foreign sensations and feelings began to overwhelm her mind. A sharp stinging sensation in her neck pushed all other thoughts or worries from her mind. Two pincers pushed deeper into her neck, she could feel them with each beat of her heart as blood rushed around them. Had that spider bit her? As she began to realise what was happening to her, her brain pulled the final safety lever.

Jenny went limp in her bed, fainting back into unconsciousness as the spider injected a tiny dose of its venom into her. The worms and grubs hurried about their task, laying their clutch of eggs within her before evacuating. They knew they had to escape quickly so as not to alert her when she awoke but now there was an added pressure, before they’d made their way inside they’d seen the spider eat a moth. If they wanted to continue their existence they’d need to steer clear of the dominant species of the hive.

With its prey sedated, the tarantula made its way down her body, undoing and breaking its webs as it went. As it did this a multitude of smaller, lesser spiders scuttled out to consume the loose threads, the tarantula taking a moment to savour its prize with a side of webbing. It stood triumphant on top of her body before making its way further down her torso to the centre of heat between her legs. With the webs loosed Jenny was more much more pliable to the hive and with the tarantula making its way down between her legs a small cluster of bees took this as their moment to strike, join by a contingency of wasps they rapidly flew over, their stingers at the ready they strike into her nipples. Injecting them with their own venom, whilst piling as much pollen and honey onto and inside of her nipples as they could. Before flying away knowing their end was rapidly approaching, a worthy sacrifice for the hive.

As the first grub made its way out of Jenny it found itself within the inescapable jaws of the tarantula, almost in a rage is chewed and tore the larvae to pieces, at first it grabbed and bit at anything it could, ripping worms and grubs apart in equal fashion before finally it calmed for just a moment. Spinning some web once more it created a net, catching the remaining grubs as they fled. Jenny was its prize, it had captured her, it had rendered her unconscious. It would lay its eggs within her.

It pushed apart her legs with relative ease despite the size difference before spinning some eggs into some web, bringing them onto it pedipalps it approached Jenny. The spider wrapped it’s two front legs over her thighs and the back two underneath them, its ovipositor slunk out of the abdomen and pressed up against her entrance. The tarantula stayed there for a moment, its heightened senses enjoying the smell of her body and the feel of her soft skin, silky smooth underneath its legs. It bit down once more, this time down into her mon pubis. Another dosage of venom pushed into her body as the ovipositor began its work. Swaying it’s abdomen a few times the spider finally managed to line up properly and sunk itself inside of her, the grubs had been useful for something at least, as it pushed itself deep within Jenny. Her walls tightened around the spider, slick with moisture and slime the ovipositor moved back and forth with ease, forcing her apart with each thrust, allowing itself to push further inside her. Eggs began to move down the ovipositor, pushing against her tight body before finally pushing side, flowing quickly up the length of the ovipositor before being deposited inside of her, a few eggs sat within her vagina alongside the small clusters of eggs the grubs had laid before the tarantula pushed its body to the limits, it pushed its ovipositor out further, pressing up against her cervix it withdrew its body back once again before pushing itself as far as it could, the ovipositor pushing its way into her cervix,another stream of eggs flowed down before being deposited, this time the tightness of the muscles and the involuntary response of her body caused the eggs to be sucked up, through and past the cervix where they laid cradled within her womb.

4 eggs laid carefully within her uterus once the tarantula removed itself from her. Content that it had succeeded, the spider joined the others in clearing up its webs before going with the rest of the hive to slink off into the darkness once more. However it took a different route, stopping by her wardrobe once again with a few other spiders. Jenny’s dreams would be filled with nightmares and terror, her body sweating and shaking in response to the horrors her sleeping mind created and to what had been done to her.

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Source: mochitsuki karen

Notes: After writing wardrobe malfunction, I got interested in writing more stories from a new bug pov. While they're more intelligent than any other animal, they're not at the degree humans are. This makes them somewhat innocent despite being sentient. So, I wanted to write another story featuring how they see the world around them.

This story will be a day in the life of a cute spider fulfilling his husbandly duties. There will be four very short parts. This part is about a spider husband waking up his wife in a loving way. It's his duty is to make sure his wife has a good and pleasure-filled morning

Tags: dubious consent (somnophilia, consent given beforehand), spider, married couple, pussy eating, no sex (yet)

It was an early Friday morning when the sun’s rays caused me to stir. These days were always the best for me. This wasn’t because it was the end of a grueling work cycle. It was because this was the end of my wife’s work week. She would leave our home for nine whole hours and then nothing would come between us for the next two days. But that was still more than half of the day I wouldn’t get to see the love of my life.

This didn’t mean that I would just sit around all day waiting for her to come home. I would pass the time by cleaning, washing, and cooking like I normally would. This usually makes the day go faster for me and it helps with my feelings of missing her. I even get to see the thankful look on her face when she comes home and sees all the work I did for her. None of the work I would get done for the day makes me feel more accomplished than the joy she gets from seeing it all.

As my body finally begins to fully awaken the cloudiness in my brain starts to fade. I start to remember myself and my place in the world. My name is Toast, and I am a new spider. I’m about the size of those scary four-legged mammals that humans call dogs. If there was any way I could describe myself I would say that I’m dutiful, sweet, and kind.

I’m still wrapped in the silken sheets that I made for my beloved. The blanket was pristine and pure white with delicate care put into every strand. The materials and love put into it made it more comfortable than anything sheep could make. Although my wife often tells me that sheep aren’t the ones that make the products. I believe in her every time because there isn’t an ounce of love in them. If my precious hooman is to use something, then she deserves the best.

Speaking of my hooman, she was still fast asleep despite the sun’s cruel demand to wake her. I looked over at the clock and it showed that she still had two hours until she had to leave. I looked at my hooman and saw her beautiful sleeping form. Even in such a state, she’s still breathtaking without even trying. Now that I think about it, there isn’t a time that I don’t find her beautiful. However, every new bug sees their hooman like that, especially if they’re joined in holy matrimony.

My wife’s name is Nyla, and she had an adorable bubbly face and blonde hair that was more glorious than gold. Looking at her now reminds me of the new thing we’ve been doing recently. I went over and turned off the alarm and closed the shades to hide the sun. Their methods of waking her were cruel and uncaring in my opinion. If anything was going to be waking my hooman wife, then it was going to be her loving spider husband.

A few weeks ago, my wife suggested we start trying something. Since she has to wake up and go work hard all day, it would be nice if she could start the day in the best way possible. She asked me that if I woke up before her, she had to go to work, and if there was time then I should give her a “good morning kiss”. I was a little uncomfortable with the idea, but Nyla assured me that she’d love it and that I had her fullest permission.

I removed the silk blanket over me and stretched my legs one by one. I then carefully moved over to my wife so as to not wake her prematurely. I moved one of my legs to carefully peel off the blanket covering her. However, my body quickly froze. This happens every time I try this. In the new bug community, the greatest and most unforgivable sin is raping a human. Not only that but this wasn’t just any human, this was MY hooman.

I know I have her permission to do this but that was then, not now. She gave me her consent but she’s currently asleep so I can’t be sure if it still stands. What’s worse is that her eyes are closed so I can’t look into them to check in. I’ve done this before already, but I still can’t get over this first hurdle easily. The thought of taking advantage of my Nyla is simply the most terrifying thing I can comprehend.

I take a few minutes to calm myself and think about this. On the one leg, I’ve done this before, I want her to have the best start to her day, and most importantly she has given me her consent to do this. On the other leg, she can’t give me that consent now and the last thing I’d want to do is harm her. Still, she gave me her full permission and she might be really happy. With a few more minutes of pondering, I came to my decision.

I slowly moved up my wife’s until I was right above her face. If I’m going through with this, I might as well start it right. I leaned down and kissed my sleeping wife. It was only a peck at first but after a few moments of our embrace, I parted her lips with my tongue. I was slow and careful, wanting to be as gentle as possible. I didn’t want to go too fast and cause her to jolt awake. I swirled my slender tongue around her flat one. After a few minutes, I felt her stir and she let out a quiet, groggy moan. Satisfied with my work, I separated from our embrace.

I moved to her side and with the aid of my many legs, slowly removed the blanket covering my beloved. She was wearing her pajamas but only the top half. Her lower half was only covered by a pair of white silk panties. It was weird that she didn’t wear her pajama bottoms, maybe she planned for me to do this to her. I very quickly shook off those thoughts as it was a bad way of thinking.

I moved down between her legs and used two legs to carefully remove the silk panties. Like the blanket, bed sheet, drapes, and her pajamas, it was made from my silk. I know many spider husbands and wives use their silk to make gifts for their partners, but I get more mileage out of my silk than most. I also added a pink flower design to them because I knew she’d like it.

When I finally removed them completely, I noticed that they were a little damp. I looked over at her uncovered flower and noticed that it was wet with morning dew. There was also a cute patch of blonde pubic hair in the shape of a heart. When I saw my wife’s perfect flower the only thing on my mind was pleasing my her.

I moved further up, and I was face to face with the most intimate part of my beloved. I put my front pair of legs on her hips and a second pair on her thighs. A brief moment of hesitation stopped me from diving in. I was still a little scared, but those fears were quickly subdued by a far stronger feeling. The desire of new bugs to please their human wife.

I dove in and gave her nub a gentle kiss followed by a second, and then a third. It was the part of her that gave her the most pleasure, so I always gave it thank-you kisses for the work it does. I did it out of pure affection the first time I ate out Nyla and thankfully she thought it was cute, so I kept doing it. I gave her nub a few more extra kisses to make sure she knew that I appreciated her.

I parted my chelicera and let out my tongue. I moved my tongue along her slit, up and down, and took sweet time doing so. I wanted to prepare her a little more and I was a little addicted to my wife’s taste but what new bug wasn’t? I heard more groggy moans coming from Nyla that were a little louder than before. I took this as a sign to continue. I moved so that my mouth was against her nub, and I used my legs on her hips and thighs to pull her deeper into my face.

At first, I swirled my tongue around her clit and we both did our best to give Nyla the pleasure she deserves. Although I would briefly stop to sneak a taste of her addicting nectar. Besides those brief moments of indulgence, I worked her clit along diligently. I heard another moan from Nyla which was her way of telling me to speed up. Like any new bug husband, I quickly obliged her demand.

I doubled my efforts on her sensitive nub and took fewer quick licks of her slit. My pleasure can come later, right now is all about her. The more she moaned the faster I went which only earned more moans. They were more beautiful than any music humans had ever made.

I could feel my love start to grow and blossom. However, that was normal as sex and love were the same words to me. During sexual acts, my heart begins to flutter, and my love grows stronger and stronger until it reaches a peak. When my love peaks it pours out of me and into the woman I love. Maybe it’s the same for her too. Her love grows stronger, and it peaks during her orgasm. It made sense to me because only love can make me and my beloved feel that good.

As my love grew it needed a place to go, and it went where it usually did. Soon my love could no longer be contained, and I unsheathed its vessel out of my thorax. This only caused me to move forward with my wife’s pleasure as the monument of my love for her throbbed in the air.

All of a sudden, I heard a louder moan than all the rest. I looked up and saw that Nyla had awoken. Then all my previous fears came flooding back and I stopped. She let out a dissatisfied groan and looked into my eyes. She saw my fear and the thoughts that I had betrayed her consent. Her face softened and then I saw something in her eyes. I saw her appreciation for me and her growing love that had still not fully blossomed.

I was a little ashamed that I had just stopped by pleasing out of fear, but she reassured me with head scratches. She smiled at me and nodded with a look in her eyes telling me to continue. I made sure that I would redeem myself for cutting her pleasure short.

I decided to give her nub no mercy and went straight to the final blow. I used my tongue to flick her clit and made sure to put a little pressure on it too. Nyla began to moan once more in earnest at my efforts. I know this was her favorite and I’d usually save it for when she’s close. It’s my favorite way of eating her out as well because it allows me to taste her and please her nub.

She was quickly reaching her love peak and began to speed up, putting more pressure on her nub. I should remember to give it another kiss as I couldn’t please Nyla as much without it.

Nyla put a hand on my head and pushed me in deeper. She was about to hit the peak of love, and I went as fast as I could to help bring her there. Instead of a moan, she let out a scream as her love peaked. I slowed down to not hurt her, but I still kept flicking my tongue to make sure she stayed at her peak for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, her love peak doesn’t last forever, and she soon comes down from it. She looked at me with a warm smile filled with her love and appreciation. For the first time in the morning, she spoke. “Thank you toasty. I know something like this is hard for you, but I want you to remember that I’ll always appreciate it whenever you do this for me. I saw those mean thoughts in your eyes, and I want to tell you that you didn’t betray me.”

She then looks at my penis that’s still full of my love. “You know, if I ever wake up first and I don’t have work, I could give you a special good morning kiss. That is if you want me to.” I quickly nodded my head, and she offered to do it now. However, there’s something else I’d rather do. I looked into her eyes for permission and went back down to finish my meal.

My long tongue entered her flower and lapped up every drop of nectar it had. If I could taste her every second of every day, then I would have lived a truly fulfilled life. After a few minutes, I finally finished my favorite breakfast, and I even gave Nyla a few mini love peaks. I gave her nub one last thank you kiss and an affectionate kiss to my wife’s flower.

Nyla petted my head and looked over at the clock. She let out a swear and jumped off the bed to get ready. I looked at the clock as well. She wasn’t going to be late, but she didn’t have time to lay in bed anymore.

She left her old panties on the bed and got a fresh pair. Before she changed, I managed to get a look at her peachy butt. I must’ve stared a little too long as Nyla saw where I was looking. She gave me a cheeky smile and let me continue as I wouldn’t see it for much longer. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay in bed or stare at her cute behind all morning. I wanted to make her a decent breakfast, so she didn’t starve. I stretched, got out of bed, and got ready for the day ahead of us.

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Tags: earwigs, non-con, pregnancy/birth, disgust

She woke up the next day. Gradually, everything began to return to her - the stickiness of the ground beneath her, the rustle of leaves, the gentle caress of a draft against her skin. Slowly, Zoe's eyes fluttered open, and her drowsy mind struggled to make sense of her surroundings: a wall of green, tens of exotic plant species crowded together almost like in a botanical garden.

"Wha... Where...?" she murmured, her voice tinged with raspiness.

Suddenly, the memories of her encounter with the giant slugs flooded back, and a jolt of fear shot through her, propelling her up from the ground as if she were a marionette yanked by invisible strings. She sat up, eyes wide, and looked around fully expecting to be pinned to the ground at any moment, but the clearing was empty. Or at least seemed to be.

“Ouch...” Zoe winced, feeling the ache in her muscles and the tenderness of her skin in several places. The ordeal of struggling against her assailants had taken its toll on her body.

She moved her gaze down and frowned, recalling the details of the fateful encounter. She was sitting in a gooey puddle of a slime-like substance, which she knew was the slugs' sperm mixed with her own fluids. Its foul smell was starting to get through to her, and she reflexively almost plugged her nose, but gave up seeing how her hand was already coated in the substance as well.

It wasn't just the hand, though - most of her exposed skin was. Clear trails of mucus remained wherever the mouth tentacles explored, slug cum leaked, or her own saliva dried up; her entire body was sticky and stank. Zoe felt gross, violated. Why have they done this to her?

Slowly, she stood up on wobbly legs and, while trying not to retch, walked out of the puddle, and over to her backpack, which lay nearby. On her way, Zoe grabbed the machete and cleaned it against a banana plant's leaves, which she then used to wipe herself down. It helped, but only a little. Oh, how she yearned for a shower...

"Pull yourself together, girl. You still need to escape from this damn place," she reminded herself, clenching her fists. "Now's not the time to wallow in misery."

Her only remaining articles of clothing were the surviving shreds of shorts clinging to her legs, now reduced to little more than thigh straps, and a spare T-shirt she had packed, which she now held tightly in her hand, with the intention of putting it on.

Suddenly, she remembered something that had, up until now, evaded her mind. Didn't one of the slugs... insert something into her? She vaguely recalled seeing something travel through the slug's penis and the feeling of it spreading her as it entered, but she could no longer tell if it really happened, or was just a part of her delirium.

She inspected her stomach more closely, but it seemed completely normal. Or rather would have, if for her last meal she had a two-course meal and a dessert, and not half a fig. Stunned, with eyes gaping in disbelief, she reached her hand out and caressed her skin, feeling something firm underneath.

“Don't tell me it's...?” Zoe whispered, covering her mouth in disgust. No, it couldn't be. She shook her head and quickly pulled the shirt over her head, covering her belly. Surely she just got a little bloated because she hadn't eaten proper food in a while, that's all. Mystery solved. Trying to distract herself from the situation, she hoisted the backpack onto her shoulder and ventured into the dense jungle, gripping the machete firmly in her hand.

She walked for what felt like hours, the static landscape of the jungle remaining as unchanging as ever. Trees and bushes gave way only to more trees and bushes, their lush greenery stretching endlessly before her. Under different circumstances, Zoe would have been absolutely ecstatic to see so many plants thriving in their natural habitat, but in her current situation, they provided little comfort. Leaves and branches irritated her bare thighs, incessantly rubbing against them as she pressed forward through the dense foliage.

She was incredibly relieved that the slugs' slime hadn't melted her boots off as well, or her feet would have been in a very sorry state by then. She smiled bitterly at the thought, before her face abruptly got contorted into a grimace as she felt something twitch inside her belly.

"Ugh, what..." Zoe whined, pulling her shirt up with a sinking feeling. There was no denying it this time: instead of simply looking overfed, she appeared to be at least 6 or 7 months pregnant now. As the fabric of her shirt rubbed over her nipples she scowled – they felt unusually sensitive and tender. Cautiously, she pulled the shirt up higher, only to realize with dismay that her breasts had grown too, by at least two sizes at that. Tentatively, she touched one and immediately withdrew her hand, feeling very light, dull pain and tingles coursing through it.

Zoe stared at her body in a daze for a moment, forced to confront what she'd previously tried so desperately to wish away: she was pregnant with the slug's babies. Before the thought could settle in her mind for good, yet another twitch forced a groan out of her, quickly followed up by another. She could feel gentle vibrations coming from her womb, a steady pulsing of heat, its intensity slowly building.

She attempted to forge ahead, but after only ten steps, further contractions brought her to a halt. Zoe, now breathing heavily, leaned her back against the nearest tree and slowly sank down, dropping her weapon and backpack beside her.

"Oh gosh, no... No..." she whispered, her hand resting on her stomach. Something was stirring within, softly stretching and throbbing. A sudden flutter in her womb caused her to tilt her head back sharply. The eggs were hatching.

Her breath was coming out in choppy pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat glistening on her face. A clear liquid began to trickle from her, and she let out a moan as she started to feel something shifting and moving inside her – first only a little, but after a moment everything in her womb was trembling and pulsing.

Zoe watched, shocked, as a light swelling traveled down her lower stomach, slightly bulging out her skin, before reaching her cervix. She gasped when yet another contraction came, and slowly the hatchling stretched the cervix open, squeezing through, and out into her canal. Huffing, gulping and whimpering she spread her legs open, feeling the invader in her body squirm and push forward as her heartbeat accelerated. After a moment something began to sluggishly emerge from her pussy – a grey, slimy body filled her entire vaginal opening before wriggling its way out and falling to the ground. Initially rolled up into a ball, it quickly unfurled itself and began to creep towards her.

“I'm... r-really giving birth... to slug b-babies...” Zoe sobbed woefully in between moans and wheezes, her vision blurring as she watched it from over her bloated stomach, while another one was already spreading her cervix again, ready to come out. She gasped in anticipation.

One after another, they kept coming, stretching her from the inside as she birthed them, her belly gradually deflating with each slug that crawled out. Once outside, the slugs would turn around and climb onto her legs, traveling across her body towards her swollen breasts. Exhausted, with eyes half-closed from exertion, Zoe tried grabbing and throwing them off of her in disgust, but the effort was futile – her movements were lethargic while the newborn molluscs had numerical advantage. Soon they swarmed at her sensitive breasts, pushing and squeezing, forcing the milk out.

“Owww...” Zoe quivered, drained of energy “Please... Don't... It hurts...” She whispered, but indifferent to the pain they caused her the baby slugs continued to forcefully feast on her warm milk, and whenever one was satisfied with its meal, another would come to take its place. Shortly, she was almost completely covered in slugs; they writhed sleazily on her skin, covering her legs, abdomen and lower breasts in a fresh layer of putrid mucus. Zoe gave up trying to tear the gastropods off and only lay there motionless, staring off into the distance, limp.

Fifteen minutes later, she finally mustered the strength to lift herself up. By then, most of the slugs had already departed, and any that remained were promptly shaken off. Despite her belly having returned to its regular size, her breasts remained swollen and still pulsed with dull pain from the relentless kneading they'd been subjected to. She tried pulling her shirt over them to cover herself, but realized that most of the piece of clothing had already been melted away and would only go down just below her nipples. Not much, but it was better than nothing, Zoe figured, shrugging wearily.

Her backpack har disappeared somewhere, but she no longer cared – there wasn't really anything useful in it anyway. With a deep sigh she cut down a vine in front of her and continued forward, weak in her knees. The journey was still far was from over.

* * *

“Is that...?” She asked herself, listening intently. Something in the hum of the jungle had changed, there was a new texture to it, under the rustling of leaves and distant bird calls appeared a new noise: a consistent low rumble.

"No way, a waterfall..." Zoe felt a smile slowly spread across her face for the first time in a while. She longed to wash away the disgusting, sticky slime and its foul stench from her body. Closing her eyes, she tuned into the gentle murmur of water, trying to pinpoint its source, when suddenly, something snapped in the thicket behind her.

She turned instantly and stared in the direction from which the sound had come. Something lurked beyond the leaves, mere meters away, and, frighteningly, it loomed large. "A jaguar?" Her mind raced, attempting to rationalize the big shape. "Or a caiman? The water's close..."

Whatever the creature was, Zoe had no desire to find out. Wanting to put as much distance between herself and the unseen threat, she broke into a sprint - or rather, she would have, if she weren't utterly exhausted from the recent birth. Her sprint quickly devolved into a jog, and gradually slowed down to a brisk walk.

The animal quickly followed suit, and soon a series of footfalls echoed behind her as it brushed against branches, flattened small plants, and trampled dead leaves. It moved slowly, slow enough for her to easily outpace if she were in her regular form, but she wasn't. Zoe struggled to keep up even with her current sluggish pace as she navigated the maze of trees, frequently tripping over her own legs. From what she could discern, the creature should have been roughly a bit larger than a caiman, and from the sound of it even moved similarily, but it definitely wasn't one - its legs skittered across the ground too quickly, and there seemed to be too many of them.

Zoe gulped. She could only resist the urge to peek behind her for so long. She looked back over her shoulder and her worst prediction came true – it was yet another huge insect, or rather two - the other lagging a couple meters behind the first.

Long antennae stuck out from its ant-like head and swayed sideways to the rhythm of its strides, as it moved on six long, beige legs, dragging a huge brown, chitinous abdomen behind it, which ended with a pair of large pincers.

„Holy shit... Earwigs...” She thought to herself, mind numb with fear, before almost falling to the ground again.

Zoe had picked the direction at random, but it seemed that she was in luck this time – the roar of the waterfall was steadily growing louder with every step. Before she knew it, she was standing on bare rock in a clearing, a narrow, elongated pond stretching in front of her and leading to a small waterfall some 15 meters away. She looked around for a way to escape, but before she could make a decision, a similar sound echoed through the air. Her mind worked slowly, trying to identify its source. It was so steady, so mechanical...? Turning around, she looked up in disbelief.

A rescue helicopter was flying from the west, heading towards her in a straight line. Zoe instinctively raised her hand up, waving weakly. She watched as it grew larger and larger between the tree canopies, wiping her eyes to make sure that she wasn't just seeing things. It really was there, they found her!

The earwigs, which have by then also emerged from the treeline, backed away as a gust of wind from the helicopter's rotors swept across the clearing.

„Haha! That's right you disgusting bugs! You won't get me this time!" Zoe laughed mockingly, as the insects retreated bit by bit. “Finally...” She whispered to herself, looking up... Only to see the helicopter continue on its way and disappear behind the trees. She blinked in confusion. Why are they flying away? Didn't they see her?

Slowly, Zoe turned towards the earwigs, raising her hands up. “H-hey, don't-”

Her pleading was immediately interrupted as one of the insects pounced on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ahhh, no!” She screamed in desperation, struggling under the giant creature. Realizing that she was still clasping the machete firmly in her hand she swung at the animal, hitting one of its antennae. The blade bounced off, but the animal squealed in pain and leaned away from her for a brief moment. That was just as much as she needed. She kicked the ground, slid out from underneath it and jumped towards the water.

“Shit-!” Was as much as she managed to say when one of her feet got caught between two rocks and the leap was cut short, as Zoe fell into the water face first, submerged from the waist up on the edge of the pond.

She flailed her arms around, trying her best to dislodge her foot from between the rocks, but from the position she was in it was nearly impossible – she couldn't see anything nor lift her face above the surface.

Suddenly, something brushed up against her arm, and before she could react a huge leech was already starting to attach itself to her shoulder. Surprised, she punched it away, but promptly another swam out from somewhere and affixed itself on her left breast. She had to hold in a gasp as it instantly started fondling and sucking wildly.

Zoe looked down and noticed that more and more of the parasites were starting to swarm underneath her. She beat her arms around trying to swat away the creatures that swam too close, while also trying to slip her foot out from between the rocks, when another leech came out of nowhere and joined the other one, this time on her right breast.

Immediately, she felt a firm grip around her ankle and was quickly lifted from the water by one of the earwigs, its mandibles clasped gently around her leg, before being lowered down to the ground and let go. Out of breath from the underwater struggle Zoe huffed and spat, standing on all fours, her swollen breasts swinging beneath her to the rhythm of her gasps with the leeches still attached. The earwigs lunged at, and restrained her with their massive bodies, one behind her, one in front of her. She looked at them with revulsion. For a moment Zoe pondered whether she'd actually prefer to be eaten, rather than subjected to the alternative, but she knew that hypothetical was pointless – clearly something else was their objective.

As if to confirm, both insects hastily bared their large, grey penises, a pair each.

“Oh, right...” Zoe remembered through the haze, preparing for what was about to happen “Earwigs have two...” She muttered, staring blankly as the earwig in front of her tilted its body up and threw its legs over her shoulders.

Two 12 inch long, thick, dirty bug-cocks hung before her face and twitched slightly, stacked on top of each other, both dripping with clear precum and some kind of other greenish, fetid exudate, which covered the shafts. Her throat clenched up at their smell as it hit her nostrils with a delay – a sharp, rancid stench of sour rot with a musky scent underneath.

“Holy fuck, it stinks!” Zoe's mind spun and her eyes widened when the insect pushed the tip forward and smeared it against her mouth, the pincers on its abdomen snapping impatiently. The earwig towered above her menacingly, its dead, dark eyes bulging out to the sides as it traced its member along her lips, waiting for an opportunity.

“What choice do I even have...?” She thought to herself, resigned. The woman closed her hands on the ground into fists, sniveled, shut her eyes and finally very slowly allowed her jaw to lower.

With a triumphant chirp the animal thrust forward, forcing her half-open mouth wide and pushing the disgusting, goop-covered, grey mass inside, all the way up to her uvula. Suffocated by the foul odor, Zoe fought not to retch as her mouth was filled with the insect's cock, all her instincts urging her to try and spit right it out.

Meanwhile, the earwig behind her didn't remain idle either. Lifting its upper body it climbed up onto her waist with its front legs and began to carefully adjust itself, swaying lightly to the sides as it aligned its abdomen with the woman, leaving wet spots of precum whenever it accidentally poked her naked skin with the tips of its bared cocks. Finally, seemingly fully primed, it leaned forward, pushing one of them against the entrance of Zoe's pussy. Gagged with the other animal's penis Zoe could barely do anything to react as the earwig thrust forward, spreading, and slowly slipping inside. She could feel herself being stretched, wincing, as the huge cock pushed on, despite its size being so clearly incompatible. As one appendage invaded her pussy, in tandem with it the other sluggishly slithered between her inner thighs, her skin collecting the foul goop and mucus off of its surface.

Having successfully restrained and plugged the poor woman on both sides, the insects began to push in and out of her. Zoe watched, whilst trying not to choke, as the grey organ in front of her eyes slowly began to snake out from between her lips, only leaving the slime and goo in her mouth as it did.

„Wait... It's pulling out?” She thought to herself, hopeful, when only the very tip still remained on her tongue. Immediately she tried to pull her head back as hard as she could and gape her mouth to spit, but as soon as she did the animal rammed its cock forward, forcing the disgusting sludge all the way to the back of her throat. Zoe's eyes bulged out as she was forced to swallow the animal's filth, beating on the ground with her hand in revulsion. The cock pulled back again and slid right back in, filling her mouth with its stinking mass, and her eyes with tears.

At the same time the other animal began its ravaging of her body too, slamming into her from behind repeatedly. Its penis stretched her already badly battered pussy more than ever before, forcing itself forward, and mercilessly assaulting her insides. If she could, Zoe would've gasped - her vision became blurred and hazy, spinning and dimming to the rhythm of her heightened heartbeat when she felt the cock physically bulge out her tummy. She hoped she would pass out, and for a moment her consciousness danced at the precipice of pitch-black bliss, but, almost as if to spite the woman, the scale finally tipped the wrong way and all the sensations came back, hitting her twice as hard. As one cock pumped her, the other appendage slipped in and out from between her well-lubricated thighs, throbbing, as the animal chirped in pleasure. Her swollen breasts swayed back and forth from the motion, the parasites attached to her nipples working as hard as they could to draw every last bit of milk out of her, sucking, pulsating, kneading.

Subjected to an onslaught of stimuli Zoe could barely think, the pain constantly switched spots with shameful pleasure, the heat in her crotch intensifying to points where it almost felt like cold. Her body was pushed to and fro like a rag doll in turns, the earwig at her rear pulling out when the one up front thrust, and vice versa. With her arms and knees so weak she could no longer support herself, and finally, after the last bit of effort went limp, but quickly discovered that it was hardly needed at this point – the animals' cocks, which she'd effectively been skewered onto by that point, were already holding her weight.

The earwigs joyfully continued to use Zoe for a moment; loud, wet slapping noises accompanying their movements, before suddenly the cock of the one behind her slipped out of her pussy, and her rear sank listlessly to the ground. The insect's mandibles began clicking rapidly, as it began shifting in place, trying to insert itself back into its new fuck toy – its penis dripping with precum and her own juices. It prodded around for a moment, prior to eventually finding the entrance and pushing the tip up to it, when Zoe slowly realized something was wrong. Why did it feel so different now?

“No...!” Was her last thought when the cock that had, up until now, been violating her pussy was shoved with full force into her butt, while the one that had only received her non-consensual thighjob took over its duty.

The woman saw stars before her eyes and sobbed as the animals resumed their violent attack on her, ramming, slamming, and trying to drive themselves into her as far as they could. One cock hit her in the cervix repeatedly, sending surges of burning electricity throughout her whole lower body each time it did, the other painfully stretching her butt, while the last one assaulted the back of her throat, her face almost going blue as she choked and gagged on it, desperately trying to catch even half a breath. Snot and thick drool swung from her chin to the rhythm of the abuse, only muffled pleading and moans escaping her throat.

“Is this all I am?” A fleeting though entered Zoe's mind amid the struggle. “A piece of meat for insects to relieve themselves with?” But quickly her mind went blank again, tattered by multiple forced orgasms anf the ever-flowing river of other stimuli.

The earwigs sped up even more, using her like a fleshlight. Their cocks blitzed in and out, strings of precum and slime flying out to the sides, the insects smashing violently into the woman, creating a cacophony of slurps, gurgles and squelches. Her eyes stared ahead, deadpan, as the animals stabbed their penises into her one last time, throbbing wildly, and began unleashing the fruit of their respective climaxes inside her, pumping furiously. Zoe's throat constricted as the insect started to force-feed her its warm seed straight into her belly, while its other cock sprayed it over her face – a facial of rancid, yellow bug cum that forced her to close her eyes. At the same time the other earwig chirped happily as it began flooding her uterus with its semen, its throb feeling like it carried a quarter pint of ejaculate. Soon, their seed started to overflow, seeping from the corners of Zoe's mouth and her pussy, but the animals held the helpless woman in place, forcing her to take it all, while they squirmed in pleasure. She choked and felt like she was drowning, her nose starting to leak cum while her throat was completely stuffed with her assailant's cock. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bugs slowly pulled out, allowing the excess that had been plugged inside her to seep out of the woman as she collapsed to the ground, completely drained of energy.

As they disappeared into the thicket, the leeches detached themselves from her bruised and aching breasts and crawled out of her sight towards the water.

Exhausted, Zoe tried to lift herself from the ground, but a deep, searing ache shot through all the muscles in her body, sending her to the ground and right back into the puddle of semen underneath her, where her consciousness slowly faded. Serenity returned to the scene, the jungle resuming its soothing low buzz as if nothing happened at all.

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Hello everyone, Fullfmofu's back! 7 months late... but still! I hope you enjoyed the second part to my first ever story! Keeping to my promise, I tried to be as mean and cruel to the MC as possible (I'm sorry, girlie!), trying to fill that slightly sadistic niche :D Also, to adress some possible comments ahead of time - yes, I did take some... artistic liberties with the biology, I know that's not how earwig penises work... But c'mon, I'm just trying to have some fun here! If you have any other criticisms - please let me know, I want to improve! Also, tell me what you'd like me to write about next, I'll seriously consider all your suggestions! Thank you for reading! xx

I’m wanting to write a story involving Ino yamanaka becoming pregnant/the womb of the slug Katsuyus(Tsunades summon) divisions, I’ve got a general idea about it but I need to figure out a few things, so if you know anything about Naruto and its universe please let me know it would be greatly appreciated 😋

Im trying to keep the story as realistic as possible, and I needed a way for maggots to start biting our female protagonist.

I was thinking of maybe rubbing bacon grease on herself to get then to start biting. I know some species of maggots do eat living flesh but as I said I prefer to keep it semi realistic and not hurt herself too much.

Please feel free to give suggestions. And please do give me your best degenerate way to violate her. The more degenerate the better.

And what kind of insects u would like to use.