Heroine in Peril! / 危機に瀕したヒロイン！(画像) (Pixiv Fanbox)

Thank you so much for your support! / ご協力ありがとうございます！ Uncensored second image: https://www.dropbox.com/s/z8nri4zm8xwwg0j/CharaStudio-2021-02-03-22-42-49-Render.png?dl=0 ------- The following is a short story that describes what happens over the course of these images, written by none other than Q! ------- Prologue: A voice emanates from her staff informing her of her mission; To defeat an evil infestation of giant insects plaguing an abandoned library. Justicia, brand new to her powers yet confident in them nonetheless, attempts to stop the foul creatures running amok in the damp forgotten halls. She flies to the estate with a quickness, her magic wand propelling her and her perfectly round ass through the air with an untold haste. Upon arriving at the building she spots a small few bugs, none bigger than an average dog. With a proud and triumphant battle cry, which amounted to little more than an impossibly adorable squeak, she raised her staff to the sky as it began to glow with a blush pink. She aimed it at the enthralled insects and let loose a weak beam of heart shaped rays. She took subtle pleasure in the elimination of the grotesque monsters, noting repeatedly how disgusting she found them. She used several expletives, or as close to the words as she knew, equalling several uses of the word ‘stupid’ and ‘dumb’. After a mild struggle she managed to defeat the intruders, finishing with a triumphant pose and a glimmering shine. A newfound layer of sweat adorned her supple frame, with her juicy ass bearing most of the buildup. She wiped the sweat from her brow and prepared to return home, yet the voice stopped her, noting a greater presence of evil behind the library doors. She steeled her resolve with as mean a look as she could muster; a childish pout, before heading inside. She pulled on the door handle with all her might yet it wouldn’t move an inch. Her pathetically weak arms struggled to budge the lightweight frame before she tumbled back and onto her butt. Her surprisingly durable, yet unimaginably thick, form absorbing the impact with a healthy jiggle. She pouted and kicked her feet, accidentally hitting the door with her staff. The door cracked open, barely revealing a pair of rather large compound eyes. She noted the door was ajar but not the onlooker watching her as picked herself up and tugged it open with all her might. Throwing caution to the wind, she stepped inside and raised her staff to the sky once more. It began to glow, illuminating the dark, dank room. Her light revealed the small family of giant insects, some far larger than the pre-schooler herself. Without fear she raised her staff to one of the bugs, only for it to be knocked from her grasp by a passing creature. Several of the insects flew down to greet her, knocking her onto her ass with an audible smack. With several shots of sticky webbing they bound the girl’s hand and feet. Slowly, they dragged the girl over to their main nest, a massive, rotting cluster of dilapidated bookshelves near the center of the room. Justicia reached for her staff, the source of her power, yet with each passing moment it inched farther and farther away. The poor girl cried out in disgust as she finally came to rest with her head pulled into one of the empty shelves. The creatures bound her to the ground for breeding as she reached out for her staff once more. One of the bugs had dragged it along by a thread, unaware of its trails. As it finally caught on, it dropped the staff mere inches from Justicia’s grasp. They pulled her ankles into the air, spreading her legs in preparation to be bred. She began to pout before detailing how she would escape and what she would do to them upon her release. As she prattled on, confident in their defeat at her hands, an insect the size of a large hound obscured her view on its way to her lower region. It flexed its abdomen, revealing its ovipositor as if showing off its size to her. It continued down and soon she felt a warm object drag against her womb. She looked down to see its ovipositor dragging along her body leaving a thin trail of clear liquid. Justicia wriggled to get free as she felt it press into her flower, it strained the white fabric that barely covered her perfect pink folds, threatening to ruin her innocence. The creature pressed its appendage onto her puffy pink lips as she struggled against her binds with a greater passion. She opened her mouth to shout yet as soon as she did she felt the appendage of the insect invade her delicate walls. As her underdeveloped mind struggled to comprehend how she was being defiled, she soon felt a shifting in her loins. The creature began filling her with its eggs. It stuffed her tiny pink pussy with a rough push, she opened her mouth in shock, yet no sound came out. Her belly ballooned and swelled far beyond normal proportions for a child her size. It swelled and expanded as the mess of eggs violated her womb, her magical abilities preventing any harm to her body as it stretched further and further. As she opened her mouth to cry out, a grub fell from above, landing on her face with a tiny smack. It wormed its way down her petite mouth planting little eggs as it made its way to her throat. She could feel its meaty body slowly stretching her out as it traveled, gagging and choking on its girth all the while. With each large egg that pushed past her puffy lips she felt them sit snugly inside her womb, and soon her eyes watered and rolled back. Her attempts at vocalizing her stress only came out as strained gagging and choking. Justicia’s legs trembled and shook, twitching as a spurt of nectar gushed from her flower for the very first time. Epilogue: Fat and pregnant with a massive clutch of eggs, Justicia mindlessly wriggled and twitched under the weight of her belly, gagging on the sticky white fluid dripping from her lips. The maggot had laid a clutch of eggs lining all the way down her throat walls, before filling her tummy to the brim. Soon they began to hatch, fat, freshly hatched grubs bulged her throat far past its natural limit, larvae spilling from her mouth one by one in a steady spew of the sticky white liquid. She gagged and choked as they slowly came up, the biggest number of them sitting in the bottom of her stomach, keeping her throat perpetually bulged out and ensuring that not a single breath could go in or out. Her own magical powers actively worked against her, because while they allowed her to stay alive even though the flow of infantile insects streaming from her mouth kept her breathless, they were preventing her body from returning to normal or even allowing her to pass out. Instead, her belly stretched and bulged, accommodating her new brood as a pink magical seal formed over her womb. Her mind was scattered and numb as grubs poured from her every hole, larvae ignobly spilling from her puffy pink flower as she wriggled in witless, mind-numbing ecstasy.