All rights Reserved. Copyright Fiona Thompson 2012
This is a dark fantasy and is not meant to condone, or endorse the actions in this book. Keeping it kinky….
Crissy could remember the world before the bugs came. It was less than four months ago. Now she was in league with the freedom fighters. Now, the giant bugs with their shinning blue abdomen’s and glistening wings were everywhere and humans were on the run.
She lived in a small farm community where the bugs hadn’t yet reached and during the day she went deep underground into a makeshift school. She was eighteen, nearly graduated, but she had no idea what she was going to do when it came time to work. What could she possibly do now that would make a difference?
Her long brown hair was drawn up into braids and she wore a small denim mini-skirt paired with a checkered top. It was cinched at her waist, showing off her shapely hips. The color of her skin was like coffee with too much cream. Her legs were long, smooth and even underground seemed to shimmer. She was, as her father called her, a prize possession. The bugs would do anything they could to get their hands on her and because of this was well guarded during the day.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” Steven asked. He was a good looking guy her age with dark hair and brooding eyes. They had been flirting since they were kids and now that the world was changed their marriage was arranged to happen in two weeks even though so far they had yet to kiss.
Crissy opened her pencil case and handed him one. She was aware that Steven’s eyes were on her legs. She smirked when she handed him her pencil. Steven leaned over to take it and put his hand on her thigh for a moment, gave it a squeeze.
It sent shivers up her spine.
Graduation came and went and on the eve of her wedding, Crissy slept. Her window was open just a big because it was hot. She wore a skin tight cami over her baseball sized breasts and little else except for a pair of stretch panties over her ample ass. Her head rolled onto her pillow as she heard a noise and her eyes opened only long enough to see her wedding dress hanging on her doors frame.
Rolling onto her back, Crissy’s mouth fell open as she snored. Lost in a deep sleep she never heard the giant blue bug land on her window ceil. Not even when it squeezed inside her open window.
It’s wings fluttered as it took in the sight of her and swooped down to her bed. The weight of the giant bug caused the bed to creek and groan. The bug salivated as it studied her form and sensed she was prime and ready to be bred.
He jabbed his stinger in her leg to keep her sedate and unconscious. Crissy would never be aware he was there, not until her young body began to swell round and monstrous with his offspring. Then when she was ready to give birth the bugs would return, to bring her to their colony so she could be bred multiple times by him and their cohabitants.
His long abdomen began to thrash against her abdomen until it found the wetness of her panties. The bug tore through them with it’s elongated end repeatedly until it found it inside himself. The bug made a few chirping noises, almost like humming, until he was deep inside her body.
Crissy moaned, her back arched and her mouth fell open, but she did not awake. The bug pounded her furiously until it climaxed and its warm fertile juices filled her insides. Once done the bug flew out the window and Crissy was never the wiser.
When she woke the next morning her sheets were dotted with blood, but she was so excited for her wedding, she barely thought anything about it. And six weeks later when morning sickness hit, Crissy and her new husband rejoiced with the town.
On the run from the bugs, Crissy was barely able to keep thanks to her growing size and constant morning sickness.. When she and her family moved into an underground complex with other survivors, she was glad. Finally she’d be able to rest and have her baby that everyone thought would be a son. She hoped so. The world was nowhere for a woman these days.
She learned to enjoy sex with her husband and now craved it so badly, it was all she could think about even while her husband was out hunting for the queen bug, to end their unholy reign on the planet. Crissy had never thought she’d need to masturbate, but when everyone was out, she laid on her bed. Except for a thin sheet over her swollen baby bump, so big she looked about to pop, Crissy’s hand stroked her pussy. She moaned, feeling the juices flowing from her inside, and when her body began to quiver and then spasm with delight, she felt only a few moments relief before she wanted to climax again. For whatever reason, her body just was never satisfied. Whether it was sex or food, Crissy could never have enough.
The months passed and Crissy was still pregnant, but ready to give birth at any moment, or so the doctor they had on staff told her. She wasn’t feeling well. She hadn’t been feeling well for the last three months, maybe almost four. The weight gain was incredible on her entire body, not just her extended belly—so extended it ached to breathe. Her breasts were leaking milk and her face was chunky.
Although it was Christmas, Crissy’s body felt on fire. That day her hair was pulled off her face and a colorful bandana was on her head. She was dressed in a long flowing summer dress. Her cleveage was ample and nearly falling out of the V-neckline. Her belly was carrying still high for being nearly nine months along and jetted far out in front of her.
Her hand with her wedding band was rested on top of her belly while the other hand cradled underneath her massive mound of a stomach. Crissy let out a deep breath and a moan as she closed her eyes. Her baby was moving, pushing against her abdomen wall, but it was different than it used to be. Crissy was afraid she could feel…its wings fluttering.
No one would tell her the truth, but Crissy knew. The looks doctors gave her as they tried to convince her to abort—that was over two months ago. But Crissy couldn’t…she couldn’t. Once it had been her baby, her son, or so she thought. Now she was in it to the end, no matter what they would mean for her life or her once offspring. Whether Steven knew or not, Crissy wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she couldn’t talk about it yet. She didn’t want to voice her concerns.
Crissy opened her eyes, placing one hand on the window frame as she turned to leave the room. She was hungry but very tired. Her lower back was screaming in pain as her child fluttered inside her, causing her dress to move out and up. She waddled with her swollen feet. She felt like a penguin as she made her way downstairs. One hand was on her lower back, the other on the handrail as she moved through the compound. Her stomach was so distended; it led her around rather than the other way around.
Crissy teetered on her feet and had to use the wall to make it toward her bedroom. The room was small. Just with a bed and a small end table. On the table was a vase of flowers and a stuffed teddy bear for their son.
Crissy gripped at the bed post with white knuckle strength as she slowly lowered herself down onto the bed. Everything hurt and ached these days. Crissy leaned one hand behind herself as she scooted backwards, while the other hand rubbed the top of her belly. Once she was laying down, she couldn’t see over her belly and felt as if she couldn’t take a breath, but she couldn’t move. All she could do was watch as her belly moved up and down with movement. She laid there for a long time until George returned. Despite the sensation of pain rippling through her body, Crissy had been so relieved to see he was alright that she welcomed the love making session. Her desire was stronger than ever.
“You’re so majestic. So gorgeous in your size.” George whispered against the mound in her middle. No longer round, it was pointed, covered in stretchmark with a deep purple line running down it like a seam. It was like a giant watermelon.
Crissy fell asleep in his arms while George’s warm hands caressed her belly, holding it tight with his warm palms as the child rippled beneath her flesh. It moved so quickly, they c
ould watch its movements.
Christmas came. New Years passed. Still Crissy was pregnant with child, or so she liked to pretend it was. It had been over ten months gestation and while she did not want to see the beast she was carrying, Crissy’s body was in extreme agony all the time. No longer could she sleep, but only could she moan, clutch at her moving belly and pray that contractions would start soon.
They did not start. Although now she was carrying so low she felt the beast may fall straight out of her, there was not even a flutter of contractions. George once again left her side to hunt for the Queen and end the madness that had gripped them for over five months now.
Crissy rose slowly and dressed even slower. It took nearly an hour to get ready. A long flowing spandex shirt which the seam was beneath her grotesque belly. So distended the purple colored flesh was nearly translucent and covered in stretch marks as deep as caverns.
Most of her shirts were stained with milk as her breasts leaked hourly. Crissy put on a tight red spandex shirt. It was a high collar and had short sleeves. The fabric stretched so far across her breasts, her nipples were seen through the fabric and the bra. The shirt itself stopped at the beginning of her extended stomach so that it went free. Her protruding belly button sticking an inch from her body.
Her hair was long and curly. She could no longer brush it herself much less wash it. She left her bedroom slowly. Her legs were widely separated as she waddled down the hall with a hand on her lower back. Crissy’s balance was horrible now that her child grew so large. She had to use the wall to move along the compound until the pain in her stomach and legs grew so badly that she had to stop. She leaned against the wall and let out a loud moan, rubbing the skin of her stomach roughly, wishing the feeling of flame would pass her again as the child moved and moved.
Two nice ladies, both pregnant themselves but barely noticeable caught her by the waist and helped Crissy the rest of the way to the clinic. She put an arm around each of them and although they did not voice their anger at Steven for leaving her alone again, Crissy somehow knew what they were thinking.
“Crissy Snow.” Crissy announced in a soft voice before shuffling toward the witing room chairs. Someone helped her slowly lowered herself down into one of the chairs. Crissy gripped the arm rests before allowing her head to roll backwards as if she went unconscious and her knees fell outward, her legs spreading wide. She was too tired to keep up the lady like pretense. No one there would find her desirable, Her body was huge and distorted by the beast she carried. As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her stomach moved. Up and the sides pulsated out as the wings of her mutated child fluttered with manic delight.
A few minutes later, Crissy lifted her head to look around the room. There were over thirty pregnant women in the compound. It was excessive, she knew that. Especially when she saw how large the women were already carrying. Perhaps they were having their own bug off spring too, Crissy thought to herself as she watched a young girl, only fifteen waddle into the waiting room. Less than five months along and she looked to be carrying twins.
Crissy watched for a few minutes before her head rolled back again. She gripped at the side of her stomach as it began to push outward and pulsate. Crissy’s brow furrowed and she moaned, feeling the bug spinning, tumbling inside her with might. Could it be possible it was getting in position to begin the birthing process? She was horrified and relieved at the thought.
A nurse helped her stand and caught Crissy by the waist before she fell. Walking was harder than it was just a few days ago. She stumbled from one foot to another like a druken clown. She placed her hand down on the examination table as three nurses helped her up. Laying down her breasts fell against her neck and her stomach soared high, majestic and large it pulsated with life.
“Any contractions?” One of the nurses asked with hope in her eyes. Crissy could tell she was pregnant too from the way she walked but the lose scrubs kept her belly from being visible, at least for now.
“Not yet.” Crissy said, struggling to take breath from the position in which she was laying.
The nurses didn’t ask her anything again as they each lifted a leg and put it in the stirrups. Each foot was swollen and ankles swollen so they were the same width as her once sexy calfs. Absently Crissy rubbed her distended belly with both hands and moaned from how tender her skin was.
The doctor entered the room and gave her a sad smile at her sight. They made some small talk as he prepared her belly for an ultra sound. Crissy kept herself from screaming as she watched the form on the monitor which was definitely not human. Also it was so large, it nearly took up the entire monitor.
“Any contractions, Crissy?”
She shook her head, unable to speak. She wiped the tears from her eyes.
“They’ll start soon. Your lining is thinning and it’s in position to be born. Your blood pressure is very high. I’m going to move you into a room closer to the clinic, until it’s born.”
“What will we do…once it’s born?” Crissy asked.
The doctor gave her a mournful smile and stroked her sweat laden forehead. “Your suffering will be over, dear girl. We’ll…end the suffering of your child as well.”
Crissy’s lip quivered as she looked at the monitor and extended a hand toward it. Her stomach pulsated like a cat rolling around beneath a blanket. “It was my child. Once.”
“Once.” The doctor agreed.
It was late February. A snow storm of strong intensity had sent most of the bugs into hibernation. It also brought electricity to an end on the compound. It was that day, eleven and a half months into her pregnancy, that Crissy’s first contractions hit.
A few hours passed since the first few started and Crissy was seated up on her bed. Her feet were pushing into the carpet. She was dressed in a purple night gown. Her stomach had grown even larger, to the point were the front of her nightgown looked like little more than a t-shirt. Crissy held her stomach with both her hands and let out a pained scream, staring up at her ceiling while her chin dripped with sweat.
She had been like this for at least an hour. Her body hurt even when the contractions were not passing through her belly. The flu had hit the compound hard, especially those pregnant with child. So many of them were swelled with high bellies, that it looked like an epidemic. It was. Of all the ninety pregnant woman, some as young as twelve, eighty-nine had been positively diagnosed as not human. Unfortunately abortions were out of the question because of risk of infection. The girls, and a few senior citizens, were forced to carry the monsters to full term. The furthest along was seven months while the newest pregnancy was just discovered last night.
Little did they know that two more were already pregnant but would not know for another few weeks.
Crissy’s eyes were opened wide and her mouth fell open with shock as a series of contractions hit her so hard she could not breathe. She didn’t notice the pregnant nurses in pink scrubs until they were helping her lay down on her side. Crissy gripped at her stomach and bit into her pillow as a nurse wiped her forehead clean with water.
“Get the doctor.” One ordered but to Crissy she spoke softly. “It’s almost over for you dear. You’re almost through.”
She was relieved. So relieved.
Crissy slept through the night off and on as the contractions would let her. Her breathing was labored but still her water had not broken.
It would not for two more days. Her morning was filled with screams of torment until another day passed.
Her nightgown was laden in sweat so that it clung to her breasts and stomach. Her head was thrown back, knees propped open, behind her arms kept her upright into pushing position as water flowed from her body onto the bed. Her mouth was still open in scream as the doctor stroked her hair back.
“I need to push. I need to get it out.” Crissy sobbed but screamed when the doctor told her not yet.
“You’re not dialated enough yet, Crissy. This…thing is quite large. If you try to have it
now, it’ll kill you.”
Crissy cried. Her arms gave out on her as she fell to the mattress.
Three days passed. It took four nurses to hold each of her legs in the air while Crissy pushed with all her might. Everyone was gathered in her room, including six incredibly pregnant teenage girls. Each of who saw their fate just like Crissy’s, as she pushed with all her might.
The doctor bared down on her stomach, guiding the bug out of Crissy’s stomach. People screamed as it’s head first made its presence and began running out of the room.
The doctor stayed, pulling the veil beast from Crissy’s contourting body on the bed. It was huge. Full grown, with fluttering around the room. Someone tried to shoot at it. Crissy screamed. But the bug survived.
When Crissy opened her eyes, she was flying through the air. Crashing through the bedroom window. The bug had her and was bringing her somewhere. It held her in his arms like a lover carried his bride over the threshold. Crissy screamed but clung to the beast, her son, for fear of falling as they headed toward the mountains.
She was freezing and week when they arrived at the Bug’s lair. There were hundreds of other bugs. Crissy was placed gently down on a slab of rock. Afraid she tried to scoot backwards as all the wings fluttered around her. But she had no strength.
Terrified she screamed honey was applied to her wrists and ankles. It quickly dried into place and acted as a restraing as the bug she gave birth to approached her.
Crissy screamed and fought against the restraints. She didn’t want to see it or touch it, but there it was between her legs. It’s giant bug head licking and suckling at her pussy like it was human. Like it liked it.
Crissy screamed and cried because she liked it too. She couldn’t help moaning in time with the beast and then before she knew it, the bug’s shaft or abdomen, she didn’t know what it was, slid deep inside her pussy and it thrashed inside her. Never had anything that big, or long, been inside Crissy and she grunted, crying out in pain as the bugs watched.
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