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"Eugh," Trina groaned in disgust as she brushed three cockroaches away from her loins. She had awoken in the middle of the night to a tickling sensation between her thighs, only to find that the cockroach problem in her new apartment seemed to have extended to her bed. "Ewww, ewwww..." she whined as she felt a faint wiggling within her labia. Trina dug two fingers into her vaginal lips where she pulled out a fourth cockroach. She could still feel a wiggling deeper inside of her, but try as she might, Trina could not reach the sensation. It was simply too deep by then.

Trina groaned, regretting her decision to sleep in the nude. Her new place had seemed perfect. But the day before, when Trina had moved in, she had uncovered a pretty severe cockroach infestation. As a pacifist, Trina had refused to kill them. She had removed a few in jars to the backyard, but they had been quick to just scuttle back inside of her home. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Trina would be coexisting with the creatures, at least until the end of her lease.

At present, Trina snapped on a pair of panties, her skin still crawling from the idea of the cockroach that had made its way inside of her.

Disgusted as she was, she was still a little regretful that the creature would likely die of suffocation in only a short time.

After doing a thorough check of her bed to ensure that there were no more roaches, Trina laid down and fell asleep.

Over the next few days, Trina began to put on some belly-weight. Soon she started to look pregnant, but she had been abstinent for the past few years. She was oblivious of what was happening inside of her, at least until things started crawling out. Part of her was absolutely disgusted. But her pacifist sentimentality helped her to stay calm. It seemed that the cockroach inside of her had somehow managed to survive. And not only that. It had been carrying eggs.

Trina's problems escalated during a meeting at work one day. By then, Trina's belly had swelled to the point that she looked overdue with twins, and was presently stretching out her large maternity blouse. The mound was full of unpleasant tickling sensations, and it was visibly pulsating where it rested on her lap.

In addition to her belly, Trina's breasts had grown by two cup sizes--they were C cups by then. They were round and full, her nipples stinging and constantly erect.

As the meeting shifted to her, Trina took a deep breath, then heaved herself up in her high heels and pencil skirt. In the office, it was widely assumed that Trina was pregnant, though no one had ever seen a pregnancy progress as rapidly as hers.

"Thank you Joseph," said Trina as she absently rubbed her aching hips. "If you would all direct your attention to these charts, you will notice that...that...ohhh..." Trina's cheeks reddened as her belly tightened, visibly taking on a bumpy texture through her blouse. She clutched the mound. "Nrrghhhh....noo...not now..." she moaned, as the mound softened again, but now they were coming out of her, pushing into her panties, until a fat wad of roaches plopped onto the floor, sleek with her juices. Other roaches crawled down her trembling legs. Trina gasped for breath. This had been happening erratically over the past few days.

Trina slowly looked up at her colleagues, who were all white-faced, and staring. One covered his mouth. A woman stormed out of the room, wailing in horror.

Trina simply ran her hands up and down her tight mound. One would have assumed it had gotten a little bit smaller. If anything, it felt larger. As though the glob of cockroaches she had birthed had simply been making room for more to be born.

Now roaches were scuttling around the room, people jumping out of their seats to avoid them.

Trina continued to rub her tight mound. "S-sorry," she stammered.

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