Mantis Mother, Part 13 (Insect Broodmother TF Preg) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

Ivy Hartridge is a college genius who has aroused the jealousy of popular girl Delia due to them both fancying the same man. But when Delia pranks Ivy by having her injected with a spliced insect serum, neither could have imagined that Ivy would begin to transform into a very fertile mantis mother-to-be!

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Part 13: The Aftermath

Ivy dreamed she was bigger again, with an egg sac the size of a bus or train car. She was in some great hive, surrounded by insects that nourished themselves upon her milk. She was constantly birthing new eggs for the hive, but by that point was used to it. She was more pregnant than any creature in all of creation, and she was content.

It was what her body needed her to be, and more than that, her children . . .

***

Ivy woke slowly, and was struck immediately by how sore her body was. Her womb ached, and the tip of her ovipositor burned slightly. Her chests were full to bursting with milk, and her belly and sac both were now fairly flabby, having lost their inner contents. Despite her deflated egg sac, her rear breasts were still large, and as she carefully rose, cringing at her poor punished body, she could see and feel that there were definitely more breasts back there. She definitely had ten back there now, the new developments slowly catching up in size to the fat H-cups behind them. God, she was mostly just breasts now. Now she could feed sixteen of her young at once.

That thought made her pause. Did she really plan to breastfeed the horde of young she had laid in those horrible hours last night? Could she even? She had waited so long to get rid of these eggs, to at least gain some manoeuvrability back again, and now the terrifying prospect loomed that she might be faced with actually raising these babies once they hatched. 

What would they even look like? She imagined horrific centipedal monstrosities with even more inhuman faves than hers, all of them writhing against her terrified body to aggressively drain her milk while she was helpless to resist. The thought sent a shiver through her jiggling form.

A grumble of hunger shook through her belly, and she knew she had to get up and face what she had done. Her breasts were caked in dried milk and sweat, and her loins and ovipositor also with dried fluids. She must have smelled awful.

The mantis mother stood, vowing to never take the ability to walk for granted, and waddled to the shower, trying to ignore her pudgy-deflated stomach and flattened ovipositor. The shower was a warm relief, and she used the time with her six hands to quickly milk her udders, and was oddly overjoyed when she realised she could just manage to twist her rear abdomen and her torso enough to milk most of the breasts back there as well. When she was done, she clothed herself fully for the first time in over a week, with a large pair of underwear, three sets of bras, and a large bathrobe to cover the rest, though it took some effort to get her wings through the back holes Theo had added. She let her egg sac hang free, breasts and all, and she was starting to suspect she would continue to do so for some time, maybe forever. It was just too much work otherwise.

Theo was in the kitchen, already cooking a large breakfast. He looked shocked to see her.

"Oh, ah, morning Ives, I didn't expect to see you out. How are you feeling?"

Ivy looked over herself, unsure herself how she felt. "I feel . . . lighter," she settled on, "freer. A lot better than I did yesterday with all those eggs in me."

"I can only imagine. You look good by the way. I can't believe you're up and walking."

She smiled sweetly. "Well, it's not exactly like I pushed them out my hooch is it?"

Theo nearly splurted out the coffee he was drinking, and she giggled. She sniffed the air.

"Mmhhmm that smells amazing to my nose . . . slits. Whatever. What is it?"

Theo smiled sheepishly, and she realised  he was trying to avoid ogling her upper two cleavages showing through the slit in her bathrobe.

"I was, well I was making breakfast in bed for you. It looks like I failed."

Part of her heart melted. Whatever other anxieties she had about her body, her future, and her . . . eggs, she was glad to have met him. She stepped forward, her rear breasts sliding on the cool floor, and wrapped him in a hug, kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

"It's okay Theo, this insect mama is starving."

They ate together, enjoying one another's company while he checked to see how she was, refusing to let her perform any taxing task if he could do it for her. She couldn't help but feel he was already acting like a doting husband to a wife that had just given birth, and once more she found herself leaning into that thought, of staying with this man who atleast found her many-breasted pink form cute, sexy even.

After she was done, Theo finally brought up the elephant in the room.

"Sooo . . . would you like to come see your eggs?"

Ivy paused. "I'm . . . I'm not sure. I've been thinking, y'know, what we should even do with them. I mean, do we throw them out?"

Theo looked shocked. "Ivy, there are children still growing in those eggs, a new species of which you are a part! We can't just throw them out."

Ivy's mood turned dark. "Theo, I never asked to have those children. I never wanted any of this! For the rest of my life I'm going to be stuck looking like this all thanks to that bitch Delia, and I have to live with that. Why should I have to be a mom too?"

Theo had no answer for her for some long seconds. Finally, he simply said "I can't force you to see them Ivy, and I know you've been through so much. But these children in these eggs, whatever they are, they didn't get a choice either."

He stood up and began to walk away.

"How many?" Ives asked.

Theo turned. "Pardon?"

"How many eggs did I . . . lay?"

"Sixty five," Theo said.

Ivy struggled to absorb that as he left. Whatever they did with the eggs, whatever happened to the life inside them, one thing would always be true.

She was now a mother to sixty five children.

***

Days had passed, and things were getting better for Ivy, relatively speaking. Her stomach was no longer wrinkled, and the skin was once more pert and clear. The same went for her egg sac; it had shrunk down to a far smaller size, roughly equivalent to a large, fat tail sticking out her back side. Her breasts, on the other hand, had only grown, their milk production out of control ever since she had birthed - laid - her eggs. Three massive pairs of what had to be now FF-cups wobbled heavily upon her chest, dominating her torso and spilling over her bra tops. The rear abdomen ones were, of course, now bigger than H-cups. Her tits were now so massive they had 'spill' out either side, brushing against her six arms and visible even from behind her. Her rear breasts were now just as bad; no longer ten but now twelve wobbling, hanging tits tugged at her shrunken ovipositor, hanging like swollen cantaloupes from its underside. Milk spurted in audible streams at random intervals, and it was always enough to tear her from whatever thought she was having. 

But . . . she was thinner again. Still full like a woman at four or five month's along in pregnancy, but far more mobile than she'd ever been. Her egg sac no longer touched the ground unless she moved fast enough for it to bob down, and she no longer needed to fan herself with her wings just to keep her flushed body cool. Thank goodness for small favours at least.

In the time that passed she still hadn't visited her eggs, nor spoken much about it to Theo. He brought it up occasionally, but always more softly than he had at first, accepting that she needed time to adjust to her new reality as a mother. They slept in the same bed now; his of course - hers was a bit busted from carrying all that mutant pregnancy weight - and in that time they had rekindled some of the passion that had been put on hold when she became too overburdened to do anything but grow with eggs. They were very careful, still learning what positions worked and what didn't, as well as what her transformed body was capable of. It turned out her rear breasts were extra sensitive, enough to get her off multiple times just by sucking on them. And she had plenty to do for her man with six arms.

One night, after several rounds of passion, they lay together, Theo having lapped up much of her excess milk.

"Ivy, about the eggs-"

She put a stray lower left hand over his mouth. "Shhh . . . not now Theo. I don't want to think about much else at the moment. Can't it just be you and me, for one more night at least?"

He nodded. "Okay, you tell me when you're ready. I love you, Ivy."

She hesitated. "Theo . . . why do you love me? I've been thinking about it. I don't want to be some . . . some science freak girlfriend, or some pity project."

Theo leaned in, placing one hand over her churning domed stomach and another against her cheek. "Oh no, Ives, nothing like that. I'm in love with you. I see past," he gestured at her still-gravid looking broodform, "this, to the woman beneath."

Her antennae twitched, and told her something she already suspected. "You're lying Theo. These things sticking out of my head may look dumb but they can read you well enough. You don't see past this," she indicated to her mutated body as he had, "you see it very clear. You find this, the six huge sore tits, the antennae and wings, the preggo belly and egg sac, the whole insect girl thing, you find it sexy. Admit it."

Theo flushed red, looking more embarrassed than she'd ever seen him. "I admit it," he said. "I can't help it. I've always had odd . . . tastes. A bit of a fetish for monster girls and transformed women, but I was still attracted to normal women too."

"Normal women."

"That's not what I meant!"

"But it's true isn't it? I'm not normal. This body . . . I'll never be normal again. And now I need you for so much, and I don't have a lot of options y'know, now that I'm . . . but if you like me just because I'm your fetish or something, that's not fair to me."

Theo looked taken back. "Ivy, you know I find your changes sexy. I can't help that, and I also won't be embarrassed by it. But if your antennae can tell you when I'm lying or telling the truth, then they'll tell you that I mean it when I say I love you. I do."

And he did. It was still so much to take in. That someone so wonderful and smart and caring could still view her sexually as he did, and whether she herself found that gross or wonderful. But even as she moved to tenderly lean against him, there was a familiar churn in her distended abdomen, and she panted suddenly.

“Yeah, I just . . . ooohhhhhh . . .”

She clutched her gut, unsure of what was happening, her milk production ramping up once more. Theo did his best to care for her, but in the ensuing minutes, she made it clear she wanted to be left alone for the night. For her sake, Theo slept on the couch that night while she spread herself out on the bed, trying to calm her body as it dealt with whatever it was doing now. 

Ivy laid there, straining, trying to avoid the worrying thoughts in her head about this next development. Wasn’t one batch of eggs enough?

She fell asleep, and in her dreams she imagined herself struggling with some great effort, pushing from some great organ that laid between her thighs. And then she dreamed she was thin and human again, with just two breasts, and she was back at university, normal in a crowd.

***

The next morning, exactly a week after laying her still-dormant brood, Ivy woke on her back, her six arms splayed out from her sides, her six large breasts full once again with life giving milk. Her stomach was less deflated than before, though at least still appeared around the size of a pregnant woman's belly at six or seven months, though just with one now instead of quadruplets. Her antennae twitched atop her head, and she moaned in frustration at the heaviness of her insectoid abdomen that extended between her thighs to the end of the bed. The breasts there were full as well, but more than that the egglaying tip burned slightly, and sure enough, after she managed to prop herself up on her six elbows she could see six eggs lying near it. 

She had laid some more during the night.

She patted her stomach, where the familiar churn of more eggs greeted her.

"Uggh," she groaned, resting back and starting to push, "get - nngh - out of me! Ahhh!"

She felt them slide through her being. She grunted, trying to squeeze the muscles in her ovipositor. With some groan-filled pushes, another three eggs distended her abdomen's tip before falling out onto the bed. Some more eggs from her stomach squished through the tight connection between her womb and ovipositor, and not too long after some more eggs joined them. As each passed, they stretched the sensitive lining of her ovipositor's folds, causing her to elicit small gasps. 

Ivy sighed as she struggled to get up and collect them. Thirteen more eggs in total. She hoped these were the last of her inhuman batch.

She was in for a rude surprise.