The Host Family Ch. 05 (Finale)

Becca led me out of the cave, though it was much slower going now that I was laden with eggs. We were far deeper than I imagined, having been knocked out and dragged away to where the spider had its way with me. If not for Becca, I surely would have been lost navigating the tunnels, but we reached the small waterfall in the first passage before long.

My pregnancy made the hole in the cave ceiling where we had originally entered significantly harder to manage. I had to twist myself back and forth to get my distended midriff through the gap, and then pull my ass up in order to wiggle each leg up and out. My cock and loaded sack had to come up last, as if they were an entirely separate person, but with some effort I managed to drag them up behind me. I was carrying the motherlode out of that cave.

"One more fucking egg and I wouldn't have made it out," I huffed, plopping down on the cave floor for a rest.

"Is that a complaint?" Becca mocked.

"Not at all... I actually wouldn't mind being stuck down there," I replied, rubbing my bumpy stomach, thoughts of thick spider cock swirling in my mind.

"And you think I'm a slut?" Becca laughed.

"Fair enough," I put my hands up, "you got me there. Seriously though, your little contribution didn't help."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get another..." Becca winked, "Bet I could squeeze one into your nutsack."

"Tempting, but I'm confident that I would explode. This queen of yours is a bit larger than spider eggs."

"Your queen, you mean. That," Becca pointed in a big circle around my gut, "is all you.."

"Oh sure, the giant lump pressing on my lungs has nothing to do with you," I joked. "What's the deal anyway, what makes it a queen?"

"It's basically a seed for a new colony."

"Well what am I supposed to do with it?" I questioned.

"Uhhh... plant it? Somewhere new. Unbugged," Becca shrugged.

"So what, just catch a plane somewhere and knock someone up?"

"No, definitely not. No planes, no airports. Unless you want to explain why you light up like a Christmas tree in the scanners. Oh, and no hospitals obviously."

"Good point..." I hadn't thought about any of the logistics of life beyond these past couple of days. I had been forever changed.

"You drive, go on a nice trip, and then, yes, you 'knock someone up'" Becca laughed, air-quoting my words, "You should know though, it's a little different with a queen..." she trailed off.

"... Well don't leave me in suspense."

"The queen consumes the carrier." Becca spoke bluntly, matter of factly.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Whoever you pass it on to is... will..." Becca stammered, uncharacteristically hesitant.

"What Becca? Something bad?" I pushed.

"No!" Becca snapped, before cooling, "... not exactly."

"Oh come on, enough with the cryptic language. What happens?"

"The queen uses the person as a puppet essentially. They aren't killed or anything, but they are all bug, I'm sure of that. I don't even know if they have thoughts," Becca finally explained, playing with her hair.

"So what's the problem? Isn't that all kind of the point?"

Becca smiled at me, a look of pride behind her eyes. "Yes, Daddy, it is. I'm sorry, it's just that you basically destroy someone's identity. I thought you might have trouble with that."

The revelation stunned me a bit, not because it troubled me, but because it didn't. I was so far removed from my own humanity that it actually turned me on thinking about robbing someone of theirs.

"I'm all in, Becca. I want them everywhere. In me, and in everyone else."

"Well.... Good! We better get to it then, I guess," Becca trotted out of the cave, and I followed as best as I could loaded with a fresh brood.

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We walked back totally nude. Clothing seemed less and less important to me as time went on, more of a camouflage than a necessity, and with no prying eyes to see my enormous sack I enjoyed the lack of restriction.

Becca was as gorgeous as ever. Her perfect pale skin stood out starkly from the forest backdrop, an angel's form that hid her pure corruption. Her breasts were clearly larger than they had been on the way in, and I relished in imagining what danced just beneath the surface. I wondered just how many suitors she'd had in the cave while I was unconscious.

An aroma caught me as we approached the house. It smelled sweet, and savory, and... deeply satisfying, in a way that made me shiver. It was intoxicating. I'd never smelled anything like it. My dick solidified below me, flexing so hard and tight that I thought it might cramp.

"Woah..." I whispered, as my breathing slowed and my heart rate quickened. I instinctively knew what it was, there was no doubt in my mind. Fresh pussy, and close.

"I was wondering how long that would take," Becca snickered, "You must be nearly done mutating. Don't worry, you get used to it."

I couldn't respond. My cock had never been so hard, and it was taking every ounce of my blood, leaving nothing to my brain. I just moaned and shuddered and breathed in the debilitating smell of nearby innocence.

Becca took my hand and I stumbled after her toward the house. She smiled back at me as the smell got stronger and stronger. It was definitely coming from inside.

The back door swung open and Rachel came bounding out to greet us. The bugs had been good to her. She was radiant, her skin supple and taught, as though she were ten years younger. There was something else about her, though...

She was dressed like a slut, in a crop top and very short shorts. She poured out of them, like they were slightly too small. I'd never seen so much of her while she was clothed, and I knew she'd never worn these clothes before, though I felt I had seen them before.

"Hey guys! I've been waiting forever! I thought I might have to come out and get you," she beamed. She noticed my heaving sack, pregnant belly, and huge erection, dropping her smile and instantly adopting a look of pure lust. "Oh... good job, honey. Wow."

"Yeah, he was a busy boy!" Becca patted my back, issuing another dull moan from me.

I was nearly drooling, overwhelmed by the scent wafting out the back door of the house. I wasn't smelling Becca. I wasn't smelling Rachel. I could tell they were bugged now. My dick oozed precum from its head, and for once it wasn't for my family.

"What's wrong with him?" Rachel asked.

"He's just getting used to his new sense of smell. Got bug eyes and a bug nose now. He's smelling whoever you're hiding in there," Becca answered.

"Oh..." Rachel looked disappointed, "... I was hoping that would be more of a surprise."

"Don't worry, Mom, he's got plenty going on in his mind right now," Becca laughed.

"Well come in, come in," Rachel beckoned, pulling us eagerly toward the house.

At the door, the aroma was so pungent that it was all consuming, my other senses dulled, blurring into the background behind the screaming scent. I crossed the threshold into the living room, right where Becca and I had left last night, but it was totally changed. All the furniture was missing. The couch, the TV, the end tables, every sign that people lived here was gone, like we were trying to sell the place.

The room, however, was not empty. There, along the far wall, were naked women sitting on their knees in three perfect rows - twenty at least - gagged, and bound at the wrist and ankles with varying materials, whatever could get the job done. They faced away from me, with backs straight and heads bowed. A few of them trembled, but many were still, resigned, as though they'd been there all night.

They smelled divine. The stench of stress induced sweat and uncorrupted pussy filled every pore of me. Rachel stopped and turned to me, placing her hand on my brood and feeling the weight of them. She rubbed up and down, then pulled me in, grasping the base of my shaft and gently stroking it. She kissed me deeply before letting me go and turning to the girls, who she gestured at like a maestro revealing a symphony.

"They're ready for you, baby," she said, as if announcing dinner.

Delirious, my cock led the way, and I simply followed. As I approached, the room stiffened with latent tension, and I could hear the sharp, panicked, nasal breaths of the bound... too many breaths, all at once. I stopped at the back of the closest woman from the door, and placed my hand on her right shoulder. She started, went totally rigid, and turned her head to look back at me. My erection and bulbous egg sac loomed over her, eclipsing me entirely, and her fate was immediately clear.

The woman wept and screamed through her gag, sending a jolt of panic through the entire group. The room filled with dull cries and protests, all unintelligible and muffled, and the women strained against their bindings, but all to no avail. The inevitable was coming.

I pushed her shoulders down, pressing her face to the floor so that her ass pointed up at me. She writhed and jerked under my grip, trying desperately to free herself, but I had become far too strong for any human to resist me.

I leaned back and adjusted my position so that my cock pointed straight at her entrance, and I pushed. The woman froze and winced, breathing deep labored breaths, sucking as much air as possible through her nose. Her skin was clammy, and white as a sheet. As my dick drove into her, she gasped and went silent, and the entire room followed suit.

All of the women were terrified, but curious. They needed to know what was happening to this woman, and what was soon going to happen to them. Wide eyes watched as I hammered deeper into this innocent cunt, working my way through a fresh cervix. I rammed again and again at the door to her mind, letting pheromones and bugged precum do their work. She went limp beneath me as I broke into her womb, so I flipped her onto her back for all of the women to see.

The outline of my cock was traceable from her pussy all the way to her lungs, and the bulge it left on her abdomen as it rocked back and forth seemed to mesmerize the other captives. Many of them were still frightened, but none of them had ever seen anything like this. I was still getting used to it myself.

The woman's tits bounced lightly as I fucked her. She had wide hips and a toned tummy, arched up into the air with her hands tied behind her back, making the dent of my dick inside her all the more prominent. She was enamored with the sight as well, staring down at her guts as they were stirred up.

Given her newfound cooperation, I removed the strip of cloth gagging her mouth and let her be heard. She gasped and moaned as she watched her undoing, more and more willingly by the second. I picked up the pace while the pressure built within me with each stroke, burying myself deeper and deeper into the far reaches of her humanity.

She suddenly convulsed beneath me, clamping down hard on my shaft and launching her hips up into the air, bending my cock inside her. A high pitch scream issued from her throat, airy at first, finding full body as her orgasm rippled through her. Her twitching and pulsing on my dick sent me over the edge, bringing my own orgasm to the forefront. I roared and squeezed her hips tightly, driving as far as I could into her.

My sac tightened up below me. Eggs flooded my urethra and worked down my length, a bulging procession of debasement and filth. Her pussy lips stretched around each egg as her hungry hole eagerly swallowed one after the other. They popped into her with each pulse of my dick, making their way deep into her womb where I kept myself pinned. My cock spat inside her and she began to swell. Her once toned stomach was stretched out and lumpy, studded with spider's eggs.

The woman shuddered and blustered as I filled her, her eyes glued to the ceiling in a dissociative daze.

"... th.. t -- thank.... you...." she sputtered. Tears rolled from her eyes, but they came with a grateful smile. She was bugged, and she loved it.

I soon felt resistance squeezing the head of my cock, there just wasn't any more room in her tiny human frame. I left as many eggs behind as I could and pulled out. Her stomach was totally distended with her new clutch, but a quick survey of my sac showed I'd hardly made a dent. I felt lucky that I had plenty of wombs to go, but also wondered if they would be enough.

At long last my gaze lifted back to the room and the other girls, who were stunned in awestruck silence. Only when my eyes hit them and the act was officially over did they react, panic and screaming again filling the room. I didn't bother trying to calm them, they would all be thanking me before long. I stood and moved on to the next girl, yanking and repositioning her onto her back as well. She fought me, but I was beyond caring and far too strong, which she quickly realized.

As I shoved my bugged dick into her, I heard Becca's voice behind me.

"Holy fuck, is that Nikki?!" she exclaimed, seeing the woman I'd just impregnated clearly now that I wasn't on top of her.

"Yes!" Rachel moaned with excitement. She was rubbing her clit under her pants, eagerly watching me fuck these other women, "I went through Claire's phone."

"And what? Invited our entire graduating class over?!" Becca questioned, "Did you think that maybe that would raise some eyebrows? People talk, Mom! Who knows who they told they were coming here?"

"It's okay, mmmm," Rachel mumbled, her eyes locked onto the breeding before her, "I only invited the hot ones."

"Jesus, Mom. That's really not the point... wait, where is Claire anyway??"

"Bedroom," Rachel replied, "Had to... mmmm... ahhh... didn't want the girls to see her."

"Honestly, I feel like I don't even know you! Locking people away... Orchestrating full blown bug orgies?? What happened to careful, calculating Mom?"

"Uhhh...." Rachel rubbed herself furiously, "... you did, I think."

Becca laughed and threw her hands up, "Okay, okay fair point. Seems you've taken to it quite well, though. I can't believe you set all this up."

"Mhm," Rachel grunted.

Used to it as she was, Becca could smell all the fresh pussy too, and that combined with Rachel's masturbation and voyeurism was turning her on.

She stared at her mother's new, tight body. It had only been bred once before, and it had been depressingly empty all night.

As Rachel rubbed her clit, Becca approached and stood beside her, both of them watching as I fucked a new woman senseless. Becca began rubbing Rachel's back, delicately tracing her spine with a fingertip, edging ever closer to the hem of her shorts. Rachel hardly noticed, transfixed on my infidelity.

In one swift motion, Becca moved behind Rachel and tore her shorts and panties down to the floor, groping her mother's bare ass roughly and positioning her hips. Rachel openly rubbed herself now, and showed no signs of stopping.

Becca dropped her tendrils from her pussy and probed at her mother's thighs. Some slipped between Rachel's legs and through her folds, others between her ass cheeks and over her anus. More tendrils wrapped around Rachel's hips and yanked her back into Becca, giving full access to the exploring appendages.

Rachel gasped as her daughter manhandled her. This is exactly how she always wanted to be treated by her husband, but up until recently had never had the nerve to even bring something like that up. Becca moved her where she wanted, played however she wanted, and Rachel knew that soon she was going to fuck however she wanted.

Becca's tendrils found Rachel's fingers rubbing her clit, and took over the job. One swirled and twisted around Rachel's button as the others moved onto her hand and between her fingers, a tangle of human and insect right there in the open. Rachel caressed and squeezed the tentacles in her hand, sending jolts of pleasure like lightning down through Becca's pussy. Becca yelped and bucked forward, grabbing her mother around the waste and hugging her tight, fondling her breasts and grinding forward into her.

All of Becca's remaining tendrils slipped between Rachel's legs and joined in the exploration, spreading across her thighs and belly and ass like the proboscis of a great worm. She was covered in sticky tentacles from navel to thighs, only small glimpses of her skin visible through the intertwining snare.

Becca quickly pressed on, shooting one tendril directly up Rachel's pussy, then another, then another, each one eeling its way to her womb. Rachel moaned and shoved her ass back as she was invaded by her daughter. Thin slimy tubes speared into her, progressively stretching her open with each addition. More and more of her supple skin was revealed as the insectual ropes moved from without to within.

Becca groped hungrily at my wife's breasts and bit and kissed her neck as she assailed Rachel's insides. She sent multiple strands rocketing up Rachel's ass, eliciting a light gasp and completing the invasion. Becca slowly peeled her mother's shirt up and off, revealing her handiwork. Rather than coalescing them into one massive shaft, Becca worked each tendril individually, filling Rachel's holes with movement. They whipped and drilled and twisted in a frenzy, and Rachel's stomach seethed. The room was filled with sex.

Without the need for thrusting, Becca's hips stayed pressed hard against Rachel's ass. Becca breathed heavily as she worked my wife, and Rachel whimpered along, both of them slick with sweat. Rachel turned her head back to face Becca, and they quickly found each other's lips. Their tongues joined in on the thrashing as they made out, filling Rachel's final orifice with motion.

She came suddenly and violently, collapsing back into Becca. Her throat caught as her body seized up, flexing against the writhing masses within her. What started as a hiss developed into a deep, guttural, shaky moan while she quaked on Becca's appendages.

Rachel's harsh groans permeated the room, mixing with the moans of the women I had egged, and the stifled cries of those that I hadn't. I had made my way through several more of them, well into the last row, leaving behind swollen bumpy tummies in my wake. I'd worked up to an almost constant orgasm now, moving on as quickly as possible to the nearest fresh pussy and filling it like a car with an empty tank. I was beyond pleasure now, I was fulfilling my purpose, and gifting these young ladies with that same purpose.

My sac had made it a long way but was now utterly empty. The skin hung loosely like a plastic shopping bag, lacking even basic testicles to weigh it down now. I had to dip into my bladder for the last few girls, and was nearing the finish line. With a room full of satisfied, pregnant, freshly bugged women, I happily and wearily moved on to the final bit of innocence.

I didn't bother flipping her, I just got down to business, swiftly shoving my length as far as it would go, attempting to break the cervical barrier as soon as possible. The usual yelps and cries morphed into whimpers, then moans, then begging, like clockwork. The pheromones worked quickly, taking any pain away and ushering in only desire and delight. The will is so easily broken in the face of true pleasure.

As I beat away at this last cervix I realized that I was nearly empty, all that remained was one large lump, instead of the usual several. The queen. Becca's final gift. I couldn't just dump it into some random girl, right? She wasn't even bugged. Going from pure human straight to getting queened seemed like a lot, but then again that sounded like the hottest possible option. Or was it a waste? I was supposed to go somewhere further away, somewhere unbugged...

"Hey Becca," I grunted as I continued thrusting.

"Yes, Daddy?" she asked, untangling herself from her mother.

"I think I just have the queen left..." I said, slowing my pace to avoid cumming.

"Oh right! Uhhh, I would probably stop then, if I were you."

I stopped my thrusting and simply held still inside the last girl. She squirmed beneath me, doing her best to continue the fucking in her restrained position.

"Queen?" Rachel asked, allowing Becca to pull the last of her tendrils away.

"What should I do?" I asked Becca as she walked over.

"I would start by taking your dick out of her, I think," Becca prodded sarcastically.

"Hey! What queen?!" Rachel said louder, not appreciating being ignored.

"Just a sec, honey," I answered quickly, trying to address the matter at hand. Rachel crossed her arms and huffed. Turning my attention back to Becca, I responded, "What I meant was what do we do with her, smartass. We can't just let her go unbugged. The pheromones will wear off eventually, right?"

"Uhhhhh.... yeah Dad, duh."

I pulled my cock from the uncorrupted pussy beneath me, and the woman swayed her hips as I left, hunting for me, hoping for my imminent return. She protested through her gag, and did her best to reach for me with her bound hands. She was clearly desperate for it, so I reached down and untied her gag.

"PLEASE!" she shrieked, making us all jump, "PLEASE DON'T STOP, I NEED IT!" She was almost in tears. Her ass swept hungrily back and forth hoping to find my dick.

Becca put on a big frown and put her hand to her heart. "Awww, does someone want bugs in them?" she cooed, only half joking. She rubbed the girls back and consoled her.

The girl nodded frantically in response and said, "Yes! Yes! Please, I want it so bad. All the other girls got to! It's not fair!"

Becca looked back at me with a frown, the soft, puppy-dog frown one makes in the presence of pure innocence. This girl was particularly disarming... almost naive. She must have been a real peach, with a bright future. She probably would've ended up with a nice husband, modest house, a couple of kids, and been a fine mother.

"Well we will just have to do something about that, won't we!" Becca replied, reaching down to undo the girl's restraints. "Don't worry, sweet pea, I know just the thing."

We stood the girl up and Becca took her hand, guiding her to the stairs. Rachel and I followed as they ascended, listening to Becca's comforting words.

"I'm going to introduce you to a good friend of mine, she'll take care of you okay? It'll all be okay, promise."

"Okay," the girl whispered, likely still hearing that small voice in the back of her head telling her to do anything but follow. I knew very well how easily that voice was drowned out by rampant horniness.

Becca led the girl to our bedroom door and quickly ushered her in. The sun was rising in the bedroom window as it approached midday, seeping through the blinds and illuminating what would have otherwise been a dark room.

"This is Claire, we-- Oh wow," Becca paused briefly upon seeing Claire, "We uh... went to high school together! See! She likes bugs too," Becca said cheerfully.

She walked the girl to the foot of the bed and left her standing there, returning to the doorway where Rachel and I were standing. The three of us sat huddled at the entrance and stared for a moment. The girl stood perfectly still, frozen by either fear or anticipation.

Directly in front of her on the bed lay Claire, almost unrecognizable. When we'd left her the night before, she was more stuffed than I imagined possible, but before us now was a vaguely human mass undulating and gurgling with life. The bed was bowed under her weight.

Her breasts had tripled in size and fallen to her sides, teeming with insect young. Her bloated stomach, though, was the focal point of the room. At our angle, directly opposite the window, the sun's light poured through her paper thin, distended belly, turning it translucent -- not entirely, but enough, resulting in a deep red glow. It jutted proudly up into the air, a swollen cocoon, shadows shifting and spasming just beneath the surface. Claire was no longer the host, she was the veil, hiding our beautiful and dark truth. She had become a fully fledged seed bed.

The girl stood anxiously, linking her pointer fingers and crossing her toes, taking in the sight for herself. She stared at Claire with longing. Goosebumps ran up her legs and down her arms. Her nipples were hard atop her petite breasts, and her chin trembled. She breathed shaky, slow breaths, anticipating what was to come. Her mind must have been screaming to get out of there, but her lust froze her limbs.

Claire's body didn't take long to react to the presence of unbugged pussy. Her tits vibrated, her stomach boiled, and insects spilled forth from her like wasps defending their hive. A skittering, sliming, multi-species torrent flowed down the blankets and over the bedframe, down onto the floor, across the carpet, and onto the girl's feet. They rushed over her ankles, up her calves, and across her thighs until her legs were entirely covered.

"Oh!" she gasped as the bugs reached new heights.

Just below her mound her pussy lips fluttered, and the bugs began to disappear. The wave of insects vanished between her legs and her ass cheeks, but the incoming flow remained constant. Her stomach swam and she inflated rapidly. Unable to support the sudden shift in weight, she dropped to her knees, catching herself with her hands. On all fours, her arms were covered in seconds, as more and more insects poured from Claire's body.

The swarm covered her chest and burrowed into her breasts, blazing new paths into her, greatly magnifying her cup size in the process. Some traveled down to her belly button and wriggled into her there, while others worked their way upward, filling her mouth, her nostrils, and her ears, a frenzied march into untainted soil. Abruptly colonized, she fell completely into the storming mass, and Becca slammed the door shut to stop any bugs escaping.

The moment hung in the air.

The whole thing had happened in just a handful of seconds, but it was seared into my memory forever. One way or the other, she got her wish, and now, instead of a nice husband and a couple of kids, she would have hundreds of partners, and thousands of children. I hoped I might get to know her better once things settled down, if they ever did.

I don't think any of us expected anything like that, not even Becca. We sat together in silence on the other side of the door, digesting what we'd just seen.

After a few moments, Rachel finally broke the tension.

"Okay! Now will someone please tell me what the fuck a queen is?!"

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On the off chance of them being seen, we moved the rest of the newly pregnant girls from the living room up to Becca's bedroom, where they lay on their backs in their bug drunk stupor. They moaned softly and sighed and rubbed their bumpy bellies, drinking in the sensations and allowing their mutations to take hold. With all of them packed together, tummies on display, the space looked less like Becca's bedroom and more like a dark nest. The eggs were beginning to stir, jiggling ever so slightly. I knew that they would hatch soon.

We left them there to enjoy their first experience together, sealing Becca's door tight behind us. We were running out of rooms to hide our filthy secrets. It was time to branch out.

Back downstairs, we sat once more around the kitchen table, and Becca finally answered Rachel's burning question.

"A queen is a colony starter, sort of like a source. You can leave one inside just a single person somewhere and trust that within a few weeks, an entire new infestation will have taken hold wherever they are," she explained.

"How does it work, though? What happens to the person?" Rachel asked, excitement in her voice.

"Well, they basically get erased, I guess. I can't think of a better way to say it. Total bug takeover, no more person," Becca answered nonchalantly.

"Oh... Have you ever done it?" Rachel pressed.

"Like, queened someone?"

"Yes."

"Uh huh, just once though. Had to get a colony going at school."

"And? Who was it? Someone you knew? What was it like? How fast was it?" Rachel asked in rapid fire succession.

Don't get me wrong, I loved being bugged, but Rachel was really into it. I think it opened the floodgates of her hyper repressed sexuality, a potent combination of human and bug lust driving her.

"Jesus, chill out!" Becca laughed, "One thing at a time, okay! First, her name was Katie, she was a junior, and we met on my first day on campus. She lived across the hall from me, and helped me get settled in, told me which professors were good, all that jazz. So yes, I knew her. The first few weeks I really wanted to get a colony going, but I had to keep up appearances and actually stay in school so I was distracted.

It didn't take long for the horniness to start driving though. I hadn't been fucked in a week, then two weeks... I was in hell. I don't do well without bugs around. Katie was the only person I really hung out with at the time, and one day I just couldn't help myself. I went over to her dorm room to 'hang out' and loaded her water bottle with sleeping pills while she wasn't looking. Later that night, I snuck back over, and careful not to wake her roommate in the top bunk, I shot a queen into Katie while she slept.

The next morning she was gone," Becca finished.

"What? What do you mean gone?!" Rachel prodded, desperate for Becca to continue. She'd been hanging on every word.

"She just wasn't there! They filed a missing person's report and everything! Her parents came and were hysterical, the whole nine. I found her pretty quickly, of course, but nobody else could. At least not without being bugged if they did."

"So where was she?" Rachel quickly added to the end of Becca's sentence.

"There's these old steam tunnels under the campus that haven't been used since they switched over to HVAC. They 'sealed' them up when they made the upgrades, but there's plenty of ways in if you go looking. I just followed her scent and there she was, deep in the tunnels."

"Wow, so there's a colony beneath your entire campus?" Rachel gulped, "How many students, again?"

"I don't know, Mom, look up the brochure," Becca snickered, enjoying Rachel's excitement.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just the idea of all those people... young people... starting their lives... they have no idea..." Rachel trailed off.

"Yeah, and?" Becca asked, "You feel bad for them?"

Rachel quickly shook her head side to side and squirmed in her chair.

"Oh my god you're turned on!" Becca howled, laughing at how depraved her mother had become, "You keep surprising me!"

"I'm sorry," Rachel winced.

"No no! Don't apologize, it's a good thing! I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh like that, I just really can't believe how much you've changed," Becca responded.

"I've always been like this. Well, almost," Rachel's frown curled into a slight smile thinking about the more recent additions to her sexuality, "I'm just not hiding anymore."

"And we're both so glad, aren't we Becca?" I quickly interjected, wanting to encourage.

"Yes! Yes we are!" Becca answered, "I'm sorry again, Mom, I really do think it's great."

"It's okay. Really I should thank you. For everything," Rachel sighed, "If you hadn't done this, I probably would have stayed in that cage forever."

Becca smiled, seemingly glad that her mother, too, was happy with all the changes. It was hard not to be, but it still counted. She quickly reverted back to her joking self, not letting a nice moment last too long.

"I assure you, miss, the pleasure was all mine!" Becca replied in a crappy British accent, getting an eye roll from both her mother and I.

We talked for a while after that, finally getting around to the topic of our own queen situation. There was a small city only a few hours drive from our house that seemed the perfect location, big enough to have a transient population, but not so big that it would be overly monitored. A colony started there would quickly spread throughout the streets, and the world. The city would be pinpointed as the source of the spread almost immediately if bugs were discovered, but if we played it right, the colony itself would be almost impossible to find.

Rachel was adamant that she join me on the trip, and said that she wanted to "be there when I did it." She really was settling into her kinks, and I wasn't going to stop her. We packed our bags and loaded up the car to leave the next day. Becca would stay behind and look after the house, and, most importantly, its occupants. It was funny to think how many people were actually inside, locked away and in various stages of the insect life-cycle.

The three of us slept nude on the empty living room floor that night. Or tried to, anyway. Becca and Rachel fucked several times throughout the night, often hushed, trying in vain to avoid waking me. They would finish, and lay down for a bit, only to start up when one of them invariably got horny again, tugging at the other's hips, or groping their tits.

Soft gasps, sharp breaths, and slimy gurgling were the soundtrack to my evening, and I barely slept a wink. I suffered in silence and abstained from lovemaking to preserve the queen. The next time I came would be the birth of a new colony.

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We woke up late, much later than originally intended. Rather than rush, we took our time. We ate breakfast (or lunch?), and finally got dressed just before leaving. Clothing really was just a smokescreen now. If we didn't need to fit in, we would never wear anything. Fortunately for her, Becca could remain nude, and nobody was complaining.

At the front door, she pulled me in for a kiss, and then her mother.

"Have fun you two."

"You too, sweetie, and remember... no parties," Rachel responded with a stern matronly tone.

We all laughed. Rachel joked like that all the time, but there was something more behind it now. We'd broken so far from tradition and familial roles that the joke just really landed, underpinning the absurdity and depravity of our new lifestyle.

"I'm just kidding," Rachel smiled as the chuckling died down. She bit her lower lip and rubbed Becca's arm. "Of course you can have a party," she winked.

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Rachel and I pulled out of the driveway around 1pm, waving to Becca, who stood confidently nude in the front doorway. Her loaded breasts shook lightly back and forth while she waved us off, making the departure that much more difficult. If it wasn't for the queen, I would have stopped the car and fucked her right then. I couldn't wait to get back to my daughter.

"You guys had fun last night," I said, on that topic.

Rachel smirked and exhaled through her nose, playing with her hair, briefly reliving some moment on the living room floor.

"Yes, we definitely did. Sorry if we kept you awake... our daughter has quite the appetite," she said.

"Right, it was all her, huh? You were just minding your business," I poked fun.

"I never said that," Rachel purred, fighting a smile.

The drive was about three hours long, but Rachel and I had plenty to talk about. We exchanged stories from our moments apart, like the first day Becca came home. How she got me bugged in the cave, how hard I fought to keep from fucking her. Rachel idly rubbed herself in the passenger seat as I told her every detail of fucking our daughter. I told her all about the centipedes, about what happened with Claire, and about my second trip to the cave. About the spider. About the queen.

Rachel, in turn, recounted her night while Becca and I were out. At first, she'd just sat and watched the rest of the larvae slowly crawl into Claire, watching her expand. Rachel saw the pile of Claire's clothes on the floor, and that got her thinking. She grabbed the top Claire had worn to the house and tried to imagine what Claire would look like with it on now. It wasn't possible, the fabric would have torn at the seams and burst off. Claire was massive.

Her shorts were Rachel's next thought, quickly reasoning that there was also zero chance, she couldn't even see Claire's hips anymore. Claire wouldn't be needing her clothes anytime soon, and that gave Rachel a new idea. When those clothes were removed, Claire was all human, her impending corruption totally unknown to her. She'd worn these clothes to excite Rachel's husband. That thought drove Rachel wild.

She rifled through the pile and found Claire's soaked panties, stepping into them and scooting them up her legs. She shuddered as their cold wetness met her own warmth, and she tugged hard at the waistband, pressing Claire's old excitement as tightly against her as possible.

In a cloud of lust, she grabbed Claire's bra next and desperately put it on. She fought to clasp it behind her back, her breasts spilling out at the front, and was successful after a few hard tries. Claire's slutty underwear squeezed Rachel snuggly, and she felt every inch of the fabric on her sensitive skin. She had to complete the ensemble.

Rachel pulled Claire's crop top over her head and adjusted it over her compressed chest, then moved to the shorts. She pulled the shorts up and squeezed her ass into them, testing the tensile strength of the material, and managed to do up the button with some effort.

Rachel rubbed herself up and down over Claire's clothes, relishing in the dirty nature of their being in the house to begin with. Electricity shot through her wherever she touched, she hopelessly aroused with no outlet.

As she explored the sensations, her hand went over a hard outline in the left pocket of the shorts. Rachel removed the object and stared at it for a moment. Claire's phone. Rachel was so turned on, and so curious. She tried to access the phone, but Face ID rejected her. She knelt down next to Claire's rippling body and pulled her head back, holding the phone to her face, and she was in.

Rachel explored the photos first. In between pictures of scenery, of family, of Claire's dog, her phone was littered with nudes. Her perky tits, her puffy pussy, her plump ass, in every position and angle imaginable. Rachel found a photo of Claire on her back, legs spread, biting her lip and holding her tits in her hands. She held it up next to Claire, comparing the young, gorgeous body on the screen to the grotesque, bubbling, insect balloon on the floor. Rachel couldn't decide which she liked more.

She realized Claire had to be sending these pictures to someone, so she went into her texts next. Rachel moaned and shook her head as she discovered thread after thread of Claire's sexting with different boys. Her inbox was filled with dick pics and filthy words. Rachel felt jealous, and sad that she had wasted so much time suppressing her own fantasies. Claire was who Rachel had always wanted to be, and it didn't take any bugs for her to be that way.

Rachel moved on. She scrolled through Claire's contacts, and finally got her big idea. She went through the list and excitedly selected women she wanted to see me fuck. One by one Rachel invited unsuspecting women over to the house for a late night get together. She said that Becca's parents were out of town, and shared Claire's location to lure them in. It worked like a charm.

Throughout the night, Claire's friends would show up and let themselves in on Rachel's direction, and one by one they were stripped and bound and laid out on the living room floor.

The rest was history.

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We arrived in the city around 4:30. I pulled the car up to the hotel lobby and went inside. The place was packed with fresh pussy, and the smell was divine, like stepping into a bakery. My reaction was not as severe as the first, but I was far from used to this. It was my first time out in public since my bugging, and it was overwhelming.

I struggled through check-in, inhaling the scent of the front desk lady. My cock climbed down my pant leg as it stiffened. I pressed it into the desk, doing my best to hide it. I almost forgot my name when signing, and fumbled with my wallet to pay. Her fingers touched mine when I handed her my card, and I nearly dropped the queen right there on the lobby floor. I mumbled some incoherent thank you and limped away, barely escaping with the room key

Rachel had to park the car and get me up to the room. My nostrils were trapped in hellish bliss as we walked through the halls. I could tell which doors had a waiting pussy behind them as we passed, crying out to be defiled. Wives, girlfriends, mothers, daughters, I smelled them all.

Within the confines of our room the aromas were dampened, and I was able to think a bit more clearly.

I frantically tore at my belt, and worked in anguish to free my straining cock. I undid the button and unzipped, pushing my pants and underwear down together as quickly as I could. As I got just past my knees, my dick rocketed upward, slapping me in the chest with a loud thump, some small sense of relief.

"There's no fucking way I can go back out there," I blurted, falling back onto the bed.

Rachel sat down beside me and ran her fingertip gently over my erection, tracing the veins as she went.

"You're so big now, baby," she whispered.

Primed to blow, I had to grab her wrist to stop her touching me.

"Seriously, babe, I'm going to fuck the next person I see, even if it's right out in the hall."

"Well, what should we do?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know... I think you'll have to bring me someone. You have to pick," I said with my arms over my eyes, trying to bring my heart rate down.

"I get to pick?" Rachel perked up, "Anyone?"

"Well I obviously can't, so yeah, you get to pick."

Rachel smiled wide, almost giddy. She kept her emotions as controlled as she could, but her heart buzzed.

"Okay," she whispered again, playing with her fingers.

I watched her for a few seconds as she stared at her palms in her lap, wrapped up in her thoughts. She noticed my gaze and started, realizing she'd gone elsewhere in her mind.

"Sorry! ... Now?" she looked at me sideways, barely turning her head.

"Uh, if you're ready, yeah? Everything okay?" I asked. Her behavior was strange. She seemed nervous.

"Yes! Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'll go now," she said with a shaky voice, shooting up from the bed. She lightly smoothed her pants over her thighs, attempting to soothe herself.

"Hey, hey, hey, just a second. What's going on?" I asked softly.

She stood for a moment, her eyes bouncing around the floor, before she squeezed them shut tightly and opened them again, forcing out whatever thoughts had been swirling in her brain.

"Nothing, babe, sorry! I'll be back!"

Rachel hurried toward the door and turned the handle.

"Rachel, wait!" I exclaimed, rising to catch her.

"It's okay!" she yelled, jumping through the open door and pulling it closed behind her.

I went to go after her, but the hallway air that had come in dropped me to my knees. I really couldn't leave, not even to get myself home. It was hopeless. All I could do was wait for her.

And wait I did.

Hours passed, and the sky darkened. My imagination dreamed up so many scenarios of what might be bothering Rachel or where she might be. Were her fantasies actually making her feel bad? Was she somehow having second thoughts? Or was she out hunting right now? Finding me a mate? I agonized over these questions and my burning erection, until Rachel finally returned.

It was late, nearly midnight, when the door handle turned again. A wave of relief washed over me, both to have my wife back, and that I would finally be able to cum. I laid under the covers, hiding myself to keep from frightening whoever Rachel had chosen. I had to avoid any of the usual screaming and fighting here in a public hotel, this had to be done carefully. I watched the small hallway to the door eagerly, excited to see who I would be impregnating.

Rachel entered the room, and said "Hi baby," in a low voice.

"Hey," I smiled from the bed, "How did it go?" I craned my neck to see behind her.

"Good, I think," she said, not making eye contact, "... I uh..."

I sat up in the bed and leaned forward, getting a good look at the door. There was nobody there.

"Oh honey, what happened? Please tell me you're okay," I said, getting out of bed. I went to her and wrapped her in a big hug to comfort her.

Rachel immediately looked up at me and attacked my mouth with hers, launching her hips forward into me. She clawed at my back and pawed at my ass, pulling me into her.

"Woah! Hey, what are you doing?!" I huffed, pulling my face away.

"I want it!" she said breathily, grabbing the base of my cock, "I need it, baby!"

"What are you talking about?!" I asked, blindsided and confused.

Rachel nuzzled her nose into my neck and pumped my cock as she ground her pussy on my thigh. She was in heat.

"Queen me, baby. I don't want anyone else to have her. I fucking need her in me," she squeezed me hard as she whimpered, kissing at my throat.

"But... honey..." I stuttered, thinking of all Becca had said.

"I know, I know, baby. I want to. Please. I want it so bad. I can't stop thinking about it, I really tried."

I had to be going crazy. My wife wanted me to let a queen take her mind completely, to use her body for a new colony. How the fuck could this be real?

"Babe, I can't... I--"

"You can! You can! Please!" Rachel begged. She dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock, sucking wildly before I had a chance to think.

The sudden pressure of her soft throat wrapping around me almost knocked me out. My vision blurred, and I felt myself fade into the background. I grabbed two handfuls of my wife's hair and shoved into her, feeling her delicate lips hit my empty sac, and the depths of her heartbeat in the head of my dick.

My body took over, and did what was natural, using Rachel's head like a toy. She moaned over the entire length, and I felt the vibrations in her chest. The pace was slow and methodical, both of us savoring every inch of each other, every last motion.

I pulled away from her and stood her up, tearing at her clothes. She stepped away and undressed in front of me. She pulled her shirt over her head, dropping her breasts from the fabric as it went. She turned around and bent over, sliding her pants down to show me her starving pussy. It puckered and pulsed at me, begging to be used.

Rachel climbed onto the bed on all fours and dropped her face to the mattress. She stuck her ass straight up into the air, offering herself to me completely.

"Come on, baby, give her to me," she purred.

I climbed up behind her and mounted her, aiming my loaded gun straight at her. She bucked back, trying to catch me before I could get away. I slid myself into my wife's bug perfected pussy, and it easily accommodated the entire thing. Her womb accepted me freely, with no resistance from her cervix. She slid over me like a warm glove.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhh....." she moaned, dampening the sheets with a puddle of drool. I bottomed out inside her, and we sat for a moment, as close as we could physically get to one another. Rachel gently rocked her hips side to side, feeling me move and bend within her, smushing her ass cheeks against my hips.

"I love you," she breathed, pulling off and then slamming back onto me, slapping her cheeks against me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, not ready for this much pleasure. My hands floated to her hips and dug into her, dimpling her supple flesh.

"So much," Rachel grunted, repeating her move, fucking herself with my dick.

"I love you, Rachel," I gasped as our hips met once more. My grip tightened on her, and I held her still. It was my turn.

I moved slowly at first, fucking her pussy just like I had her mouth. Her body was a marvel, and it felt incredible. I knew that I wouldn't last long, so I did my best to savor it.

"Oh.... ah... baby..." Rachel breathed.

We shared no more words. Nothing but moans, grunts, and shallow breaths as I plowed into her. My pace inevitably increased as I neared orgasm, bringing a cloud of impending doom into my mind, but there was no stopping it. I sawed in and out of my beautiful wife and shivered. I broke into a cold sweat. Aggression worked through me, and my fucking morphed slowly but surely to breeding.

Rachel was so fucking hot. Her pussy gripped my dick as it left her, not wanting to let go, and it graciously swallowed it all back up as it returned. Her asshole pulsed as I fucked her, and her cheeks rippled upward. She moaned like a whore, and was a sight to be seen.

I grit my teeth and annihilated her pretty pink hole. I lost myself completely, all sense of caution or hesitation gone from me. Every muscle in me started to flex and twitch, and my stomach stirred. The lump inside me burst, and I felt her... the queen. She broke from containment, freeing appendages that touched me everywhere inside. She touched all around, exploring her surroundings, and soon found the passage from bladder to urethra. I felt her testing the way, probing the hole further and further, massaging every pleasure receptor in my body. I was going to fucking cum.

I stopped suddenly inside Rachel and flipped her over on my dick. She flopped onto her back, her face flushed, covered in her disheveled hair. Her entire body blushed a deep red, and her breath was labored and ragged. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"I have to see it," I hissed, resuming my fucking.

Rachel only nodded weakly, unable to respond.

I watched the outline of my cock move up and down Rachel's torso, her breasts bouncing along with each thrust. I was freezing, like my whole body had gone cold. I shivered violently and my bucking turned erratic. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. My cock flexed with its first pulse, and my orgasm ripped through me. I rocked and wobbled and shook, my dick pinned into my wife. This was it.

The queen broke into my urethra and writhed. It was beyond anything I had felt. She flexed and rolled, swimming up my cock as my orgasm blazed on. The pulses helped move her along, but she was massive. Rachel's pussy spread wide to accept her royal highness, and the bulge of my cock along Rachel's stomach expanded at the bottom.

The queen moved up my shaft and further into my wife's body. Rachel reached down and placed her hands on the slithering bulge as it moved, wanting to feel every part of her queening. I watched in awe as a monster wormed into the love of my life, its movement on full display just under the skin.

My dickhead opened, and the first appendages of the queen entered Rachel for real. Rachel's mouth hung open, panting, as she watched her belly. Having made landfall in her womb, the queen slipped from me suddenly, stretching me, bursting from my cock. It shot into Rachel, and her back arched straight into the air. She sucked a full, deep breath through her mouth, then groaned a long, throaty, husky groan. She grabbed at my ass and waist desperately, squeezing hard. She yanked and pawed, kneading my skin, digging her nails into me. Her legs kicked sporadically, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The queen moved and worked inside Rachel, its many arms swirling to and fro. I felt her wrap around the tip of my dick and push hard, ejecting me from my wife's womb. I pulled fully out and just watched, witnessing the reality of what we had done.

Rachel's kicking slowly subsided, and her grip loosened on me. She slumped down onto the bed and went limp, breathing fast shallow breaths. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her stomach churned and moved. I was watching my wife's possession.

She stayed like that for several minutes, tummy dancing and breathing choppy breaths. My mind reeled as I came down from the fucking, and I sat helplessly next to my wife, stroking her forehead as she was taken from me.

After what seemed like an eternity, the turning in her womb came to rest, and her belly fell back to its normal state. Her breathing slowed gradually, until it was very slow. Peace came over her face, and after a few more deep breaths, she opened her eyes. She looked at me and beamed, placing both hands over her stomach. She smiled so wide and her eyes filled with tears. She broke down and sobbed, thanking me over and over and over. She wrapped around me and covered me in kisses, sniffling and wiping her nose on her wrist between bouts of happy crying and giggling. I'd only seen her this happy when she was pregnant with Becca.

I held her tight and shushed her, petting her hair and stroking her, rocking back and forth. We cooled off in each other's grasp, idly stroking and nuzzling one another, tangling our fingers together and just breathing.

Once things were still, I snuck a glance at Rachel's stomach, wondering if what happened had really happened. She looked totally normal, no bump or any evidence of our greatest sin. Part of me felt relief, like I had dreamed the whole thing.

But when Rachel finally spoke, with a sigh of quiet contentment, she pressed my hand to her tummy, confirming the truth, that I really had queened her.

"Can you feel her?" she smiled.

Her abdomen looked fine, nothing unusual, but it was remarkably stiff, like stone. It was still, and calm, but very warm.

"It's hard to tell..." I finally answered.

"Hm," Rachel giggled, "Well I can."

She laid back and pressed her head deep into a pillow, stroking her body up and down with the tips of her fingers. She was covered in goosebumps, and her nipples stood up proudly in the moonlight.

"She's taking me," Rachel grinned while biting her lip, "I can feel it."

"You're happy?" I asked, wanting to make sure I hadn't made a mistake, that she didn't regret it.

"Mhm," she hummed, "Thank you so much, baby. I love you."

Rachel turned over and smiled at me with her eyes, resting her hand on my cheek.

"I'll always love you," she assured me, scooting close and pulling me into a passionate kiss, the kiss of a husband and wife.

"I love you too," I responded quietly.

We laid there and stared at each other until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The low morning sun came through the hotel blinds and filled the room with a slatted pattern of soft orange streaks that peeled the sleep from my eyes. I don't know how long it took, or when she left, but when I awoke, I was alone.

It didn't sting as bad as I thought it would, and I suppose it's the bugs I have to thank for that. I actually felt a sense of pride, like a relative was a pro athlete or famous actor or something. Rachel was in the big leagues.

I sat up for a while, thinking, not really sure what to do with myself. I'd come here to start a colony, and I guessed I'd done that, for my part at least. Nothing made any sense to me except to return home. To Becca. I guess, even as an insect carrier, family still counted.

I gathered up my clothes and got dressed, and packed Rachel's into her bag, which remained in the room. I wondered how she'd gotten out naked, but shrugged it off. I'm sure queens have their ways. The real question was how was I going to get out of here?

Maybe it was being fully empty, or maybe it was another night of mutative sleep, but the hallway was mercifully bearable. It wasn't easy, but the intensity had fallen off. I made it to the car, packed the trunk, and took off, not bothering to check out.

The drive home was long. I felt every minute, every hour, crawling along the road. Tried listening to the radio, but the music was just TV static in my mind. It was a melancholy, bittersweet ride.

Eons later, I pulled into our driveway, and cut the engine. I stepped out of the car, and shut the door. I clicked the lock button on the key fob twice, and the car beeped. I putzed up the walk, and the few steps to the front door, and took a breath. A deep sigh really. I got myself together. I picked my head up and reached for the handle. The door swung open slowly before I could open it myself.

"Welcome... back, Daddy," Becca cooed, dripping with sex.

I basked in the sight of her. She was still naked, still gorgeous, and around her waist and hips were several thick, brown, hairy legs. They wrapped around her from behind, squeezing her tight, the bony knuckles at their joints dimpling her skin. Becca's belly was getting worked, a long hard shaft tearing up through her. She was getting fucked right in front of me... a bug was inside her.

"Your-- babies--- hatched," she gasped between thrusts, steadying herself on the door frame.

My cock was steel. All worries left me, and I forgot my woes. I pushed Becca and her suitor into the house, locking the door behind me. The house was dark, and full of squishing and slapping sounds. The windows glowed, plastered with some substance, restricting the flow of light. Chittering and the heavy buzz of wings could be heard deeper in the house, mixing with sultry moans and screams of pleasure.

"So Mom... ah-- stayed behind, huh? Ohh..." Becca grunted, "Thought-- she-- might-- aaaahhhhmmmm... FUCK!!" The spider unloaded in her.

"She did," I answered, pulling out my dick.

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