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Summary: A young woman is injected with a serum by her vindictive ex who works in genetic engineering. Over time the woman begins to bloat up, her petite breasts becoming full and large, and strange developments beginning on her scalp, above her rear, and beneath her arms. Eventually she is forced to hide as she develops antennae, two more sets of arms, two more sets of breasts, and a large insect abdomen to supplement her bloated stomach. She begins to lay over a hundred eggs, but soon realizes her  last coupling resulted in her becoming fertilized for life, and will lay  more eggs every few months/weeks. Soon she is struggling to raise a horde of bug girls supported by the state, each clamoring for her milk. Plot Summary submitted by Fox Face.
Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, egg laying, transformation, and more.

Previous Chapter

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Sarah could hear a wet panting noise in the woods, not far from where she was hiking.

It sounded like it could have been a wounded animal. It was close. Instinct told Sarah to take retreat and contact the proper channels to further investigate, but her friend Moira, a passionate animal lover, was already headed in the direction of the noise.

"Moira, we shouldn't," Sarah called, but Moira had by then disappeared into the foliage.

Sarah exchanged a look with her friend Tina, who was standing beside her. Tina looked hesitant and troubled.

"Should we go after her?" said Sarah.

"We can't just leave her out her."

"Why not?" Sarah joked.

Tina just shook her head and began to walk in the direction where Moira had disappeared, steadily making her way through the leaves. Sarah reluctantly followed, proceeding with slow, cautious footsteps. She feared they would close in on a wounded wolf, but the scene that welcomed her was...far more bizarre.

Sarah opened her mouth but could produce no words. She stood in silent shock with Moira and Tina just a few steps ahead of her, both of them rigid in equally stunned states.

The panting creature seemed to be...humanoid rather than an animal. It was a woman but...drastically changed. Contorted. Her body was morphed beyond reason, a large, round mound attached to her abdomen, perched on the ground.

What might have been a belly but now just seemed more of a bolder-sized mass. It was larger than the rest of the woman, full and flushed, sweating and pulsing. It throbbed as though it was independently breathing.

It took Sarah a while to move on from the mass. But when she did her unease only grew.

Behind the woman was a massive, lemon-shaped—thing. It was the color of flesh, and seemed to be part of her. It was bloated looking and bulging in places. The tip at the far end had a deep dimple, an opening of sorts. Sarah watched it contract and bloat. The woman released a grunt as something began to crown and push out of the opening, pausing for just a moment, before popping out. A round white mass rolled across the grass to join dozens of others scattered there. Each was the size of a softball, and they were possibly...eggs?

The woman was sprawled against the belly-mound, which was in turn, perched on the grass before her. The sac protruded out from just above her ass and sat on the earth behind her. In addition to that, she had four melon-sized breasts, fourof them, perched atop her belly, stacked in two rows. Her nipples were large as marbles, and all four were seeping gushes of milk down her inflated torso.

She had two pairs of arms protruding from her sides, fingers twitching as they clasped weakly at her massive belly. Of course, the mass far outspanned her arms, and her legs for that matter.

The most useless-seeming of the defects were large, glittering insect-wings protruding from the woman's back. They twitched and fluttered.

Sarah backed away. She tripped on a branch, causing it to crack, and it caught the woman's attention, because her head sharply jerked in the direction of Sarah and her friends.

There were antenna. Two of them, protruding from the woman's forehead. They wobbled somewhat. Sarah could see that the woman was drooling. She looked almost feral as she continued to pant, now while giving Sarah, Tina, and Moira her rapt attention. There was a humming—sort of buzz—surrounding them. Flutters of movement. Sarah blinked and looked around.

"Holy hell," she breathed, gawking at the infants—insects?—circulating above. They swarmed on miniature wings and wobbled miniature limbs. The flying infants all resembled the woman in that they had antenna, wings, and an extra pair of arms. Though Sarah would have assumed they were all newborns, the bug-babies looked as though they were older by several months. Their eyes were large and round, black irises taking up too much space within them. Like their maker, they seemed utterly focused on Sarah and her friends, swarming closer, steadily descending from the sky.

Their fingernails were dark and pointed. Gaping little mouths contained saliva that was black, like venom.

"Guys," Sarah breathed, backing farther away.

But Tina and Moira looked as though they were frozen on place.

Sarah turned and ran, and almost immediately felt a prickling sensation in her back. Her body went numb and her legs went limp beneath her. She collapsed to her side on the grass, twitching somewhat, and finding that she was unable to move. One of the bug infants had done something. Scratched her perhaps. "Guys," Sarah whispered though her lips could hardly move.

The bug children were changing, some of their faces becoming more pointed, noses distending. She watched one of them attack Moira, latching to her face while plunging its proboscis into Moira's mouth. Moira grunted and moaned as she tried to detach the creature, staggering back into a tree and slumping against it.

The proboscis throbbed. It was pumping something into Moira's mouth. Moira whined and choked, but then started to gulp against the throbs, her cheeks puffing out, but also her belly. Moira's stomach began to distend, as though large volumes of substance were being pumped into it.

Sarah blinked around to see Tina writhing on the grass, going through the same ordeal as Moira. She was furiously trying to tear the insect child away from her face, but the infant had latched its claws into Tina's hair, and wasn't letting go. As Tina was pumped with whatever the proboscis contained, her efforts to resist became more feeble, limbs steadily falling limp. Sarah watched on in silent horror as her two friends steadily inflated. Their stomachs softened and bloated out, straining the athletic tops they were wearing, to eventually start pushing out beneath them. The skin grew flushed and sweaty as their flesh shuddered forward and they continued to release whimpers of protest. Tina squirmed feebly but it was clear that she was depleted. All the while, the deformed woman perched on the grass watched on with blank eyes, still panting, drooling, and laying eggs.

Something swopped down in Sarah's periphery, her gaze landing on another of the bug children. Her eyes fluttered as it closed in on her face. She didn't have to guess what was coming next.

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One Year Later

The infection presently affected 60% of women. And it was only spreading.

It was quite common now to see women walking around with antenna, two pairs of arms, or swollen bellies.

Some developed wings as well. All of the infected grew an egg sac. Missy would watch them sway around behind women in varying stages development.

Some of the women were quite large. Massive, really. They were near the end of their mobility. Soon the perpetual labor would start as eggs shifted from their bellies into the sacs. They would only inflate from there.

It was interesting to see infected hybrid women going about, leading normal lives. Though Missy supposed that was part of the condition itself—hormone surges that rendered the person cool and content.

As such, they went to school and work. They socialized and dated. Many men were not daunted by the infection. They were learning to accept it. Some even embraced it.

Hannah seemed to be the exception in terms of complacency. Hanna was one of Missy's college classmates, and she was different from the others. She was nearing labor, and scared.

"Nonsense," said Elaine as she packed up her materials following Calculus one evening. Elaine's belly was the size of a basketball, and even looked sort of cute in the perfectly fitted maternity dresses she always wore. "The birthing process should be celebrated. Do you know how envious I am? I can't wait until it's my turn."

It wasn't the first time Hannah had voiced her anxieties. Missy had learned to keep her mouth shut.

Hannah was flustered and sweaty. Her belly was the size of a beachball, heaving her four breasts towards her chin. Her sac was protruding out behind her seat hanging down, curled somewhat. It had started looking plumper lately, like it was getting engorged; preparing.

"I just don't think I'm ready," Hannah managed. She grunted as her belly trembled, a vein rising on her forehead. She seemed to be under a lot of strain. Due to spawn in another week or so.

Elaine looked at her as though she was insane.

Missy looked down at her desk, musing. She herself was not infected, having avoided it thus far. She tried to be careful and stay in when she wasn't at college or work. The key was to avoid hatchlings. They were terribly infectious. While it was legally mandated that hybrids only birth in quarantine, there were accidents more often than people liked to admit.

"You're hopeless," Elaine muttered to Hannah, shaking her head.

Missy finished packing her things and quietly departed. It was her last class of the day, and she was looking forward to going home, ordering in, and studying for her upcoming midterms.

It was getting late in the evening and not many people remained on campus. Missy caught a glimpse of two students making out. It was an odd pairing—a rather short young man, and a girl with a rounded belly that looked about halfway to term. Her two pairs of arms were wrapped around the boy, her four breasts leaking right onto the young man's shirt as her swollen belly pressed him into the wall.

Missy kept walking. It wasn't until she reached the parking garage that she realized she didn't have her car keys. Maybe I left them in class? she wondered, as she turned around and headed back upstairs to the Calculus classroom she had just left.

When Missy pushed her way inside, the room was dark. Someone was panting and as Missy squinted, she could make out one of her classmates seated alone in the back.

"Hannah?" said Missy. "You're still here?"

"Ohhhh godddd..." Hannah groaned, and Missy belatedly realized what was happening. She spun to leave but it was too late.

She felt something sharp scratch her arm. Something dropped down to cover her face, latching to it. Her mouth was forced open as something was shoved into it, fluid gushing down her throat.

And then there was blackness.

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When Missy awoke in bed the following morning, her first feeling was that of relief. It had all been a dream.

But as she shifted, she realized that her body was different. Her shaking hands cupped a swell low on her abdomen, an innocent bump that would undoubtedly surge with massive growth over the coming weeks.

"Crap," Missy hissed.

Her hands slid higher, exploring her chest, which felt tender now. Her fingers found two new nipples on her ribs a few inches below the first pair. A gurgling noise issued from her gut, and she was overwhelmed by a powerful sense of hunger. "Ngghhh...fuck," she groaned.

There was a knock on her bedroom door. "Missy, don't oversleep. I don't want you to be late for your class," her mother called through the door.

Missy gulped. Reluctantly, she slid her legs off the bed. She steeled herself for what she had to do next.

It was time to tell her parents the...extraordinary news.

The End