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 Melissa slid her hands down the dress she had put on, smoothing it against
her skin; the soft fabric clinging to her curves suggestively.  She admired
herself in the mirror, turning from side to side and watching the black
fabric to make sure it didn't rise above her knees.  The thirty year old
brunette knew she looked good.  Looked damn good.  Satisfied that her silk
panties weren't showing and that her bra was properly hidden underneath the
dress, Melissa grabbed her handbag with her "collecting" equipment inside
and slid on her high-heels.  It was time to put her plan into action.  She
stepped outside of her house into the warm weather of late summer and
locked the door behind her.  Her large BMW SUV was waiting calmly for her
in the driveway.  Suburban life had been good to her, living within driving
distance of the city was useful, but it was nice to have a house with a
back-yard and some privacy.  Her recently deceased uncle had left her quite
a sizable amount of money when he passed away, in return for the unusual
tastes that she had satisfied for him.  Truth be told, she had really begun
to enjoy their evenings together as he had suggested increasingly sordid
activities and she had been only too happy to oblige.  It had probably been
the cockroaches that had finally sealed her addiction, she remembered
wistfully.  Had it really been 15 years since that first truly debaucherous
night?  It seemed so recent that he had offered her the new deal.

   She was kneeling between his legs at the time, lips wrapped around his
turgid member, fingers working gently at her own steaming crotch while he
reclined on the ancient comfortable sofa.  He was heavy set, and smelled of
old sweat as he lay there in his old pajamas, but this had been their
ritual ever since she became a teenager and she enjoyed it like a familiar
routine.  The basement, where they partook of their mutual desires, was old
and unlike the rest of her uncle's large house, was relatively unkempt. 
The rug that she knelt on was threadbare and covered in splatter from
previous rendezvous, and the couch that her uncle rested on was covered in
old crumbs and was damp from the cold cellar air and overhead pipes that
occasionally dripped from their not-quite-perfect seals.  It was not, then,
uncommon for the occasional cockroach to be encountered down here, and was
not surprising when one briefly dashed across the floor toward the couch.
What WAS uncommon, was when it stopped halfway there, frozen as if it
wasn't sure whether to be more concerned about the light it wanted to
escape, or the people blocking its access to the dark safety underneath the
couch.  Melissa was too busy to notice, but her uncle caught a glimpse of
it out of the corner of his eye and inside his brain strange thoughts
started to surface: thoughts of perversions he had kept hidden deep inside
for a long time.  He knew that he was getting old, the same way that all 65
year olds knew that most of the best days of their lives had passed.  He
was on the long slow slide into oblivion and even though his lovely niece
was taking care of his everyday needs, it occurred to him that perhaps now
was the time to fulfill as many of his desires as possible.  Reaching down
to gently caress his niece's hair, he offered her a deal that would forever
change both of their lives.

   "10,000 dollars" he said, and gestured at the cockroach as it finally
made its mind and darted under the sofa.  Melissa looked up in confusion,
as strand of his pre-cum dripping from her red lips.  "What?" she asked in
confusion.  Her uncle's eyes focused on her as he gathered the courage to
finish his sentence.  "I will give you 10,000 dollars if you do something
very special for me." He continued, staring at her.  "What did you want me
to do?" Melissa asked slowly as she thought back on their relationship.  He
had never offered her money before, and she had never asked for any.  What
sort of thing did he have in mind that was worth 10,000 dollars?  Sure he
was rich, everyone knew he was rolling in money after he sold that
pharmaceuticals company, but you didn't get to be rich by just throwing
away money on silly things.  Her uncle's voice dropped to barely a whisper
now, obviously slightly ashamed but just brave enough to squeak out the
request.  "capture that cockroach, I want to see it wriggle..." he licked
his lips and stared at the tight panties she was wearing as he continued
"...I want to see it wriggle inside of your panties while you finish me
off." Melissa stared at him blankly, not quite sure that she had heard him
correctly.  She licked the pre-cum from her lips and leaned back, looking
questioningly at his face.  "You want me to put a cockroach in my panties?"
she asked incredulously.  He nodded slowly "for 10,000 dollars.  I have it
in cash, you can have it tonight." Melissa was confused and slightly
horrified about the idea, especially that her uncle would want her to do
it, but ten grand was practically a fortune for a 15 year old.  She
hesitated briefly, then nodded slowly.  "Okay, I'll do that for you."

   Her uncle was absolutely ecstatic that she had said yes.  A huge grin
broke out on his face and he reached down and kissed her joyfully on the
lips.  "Thank you so much!" he whispered.  Melissa blushed at his
enthusiasm and bent down to look under the couch.  The darkness hid several
old potato chip packets and a few pizza boxes that looked positive ancient.
Guessing that the scuttling insects would be attracted to whatever remained
inside the boxes, she chose one that was partially open as her target. 
Closing the lid firmly and dragging it out from underneath the sofa proved
to be a great success.  Inside she could hear the frantic scurrying of
creatures trying to escape their cardboard prison.  Glancing up, Melissa
saw her uncle staring at her raptly as he rubbed his spittle covered cock
gently up and down.  She blushed again and turned her attention to the task
at hand.  10,000 dollars?  That was worth a little discomfort, it probably
wouldn't even hurt.  Besides, she loved her uncle and if a little weirdness
meant that much to him then she was willing to endure some ickiness. 
Steeling her nerve, she flipped the box open and was immediately astonished
at the number of roaches clustered around the measly remaining pizza
crusts. Acting quickly she snatched out a hand and managed to grasp a
medium-sized specimen without hurting it.  The rest bolted out of the
now-open box and escaped into the damp shadowy corners of the room.  Her
hands were closed gently over the insect, feeling it wriggle and try to
escape.

   Melissa glanced back at her uncle briefly, his breathing was now heavier
and it was obvious that he was trying not to ejaculate yet.  She took a
deep breath and stood up, walking close to the man who was absolutely
entranced by her.  "Could you pull open my panties?" she asked him, her
hands busy with holding the insect.  Her uncle reached out with a sticky
hand, and gently pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body,
leaving a pocket of silky material open for its insectoid cargo.  Melissa
slowly lowered her hands down and then gathered up her courage and dropped
the cockroach into her waiting panties.  Her uncle let go of the waistband
as soon as the insect fell in, and trapped it against her skin.  She
shivered with a mix of revulsion and fascinated sexuality as the creature
started writhing around in her panties, searching for a way to escape. 
Staring openly at the outline of the cockroach as it skittered around
inside his niece's panties, Melissa's uncle had just enough foresight to
grab the video-camera he kept next to the couch and turn it on.  It was a
brand new model, by that year's standards, and while it was a bit bulky it
caught everything in excellent detail.

   Melissa was starting to shake slightly at the feelings going on in her
panties.  The insect had started trying to work its way away from the front
and down toward the gusset as it tried to find escape.  She squatted
slightly and leaned back on her hands and feet in a crab-position in order
to give her uncle better access with the video-camera.  It was at this
moment, as the cockroach from the pizza box was trying to escape, that it
found the opening to her now-slick vagina.  The 15 year old looked at her
uncle in astonishment as she felt the insect scurry up inside of her.  Her
uncle seemed to have realized what happened as well as he met her wide-eyed
gaze with equal amazement.  Then she finally gave in to the strange and
erotic feelings running through her mind, got back on her knees and resumed
the blowjob she was giving him, frigging her clit through her white silky
panties as she felt the insect wriggle intensely inside her.  It only took
a few minutes of sucking for her uncle to cum in thick salty ropes, filling
her mouth up until dribbles of semen seeped out around the edges of her
lips.  She pulled back, holding the cum in her mouth as he lay back
absolutely worn out.  The camera was still running and Melissa wanted to
make sure it captured the ending.  She gently pulled the waistband of her
panties out, looking down at where the cockroach had briefly been trapped
before it crawled into her vagina, and opened her mouth to let her uncle's
sperm drool out into the silk undergarments.  Her uncle was already too
exhausted to be paying attention, lying back and catching his breathe, but
she knew that the camera would capture the filthy act as she released the
waistband on her panties and masturbated herself to orgasm with her uncle's
sperm.  She could feel the cockroach inside her get pushed down toward her
vagina opening as the contractions from her orgasm clenched her insides
together.  As she came down from her ecstasy, she held the gusset of her
panties open and the roach finally wriggled free, coated in cum and juices,
it quickly ran for cover under the sofa.  Melissa's uncle ended up offering
her 20 grand if she promised to come back again, and she grinned from ear
to ear as she agreed.

   Shaking the memories from her head, she smiled and gently pulled her
right hand out of her now damp panties and put it back on the wheel.  She
had a few stops to make tonight, and soon all of the preparations would be
complete.  The first destination was a nearby fast-food restaurant.  A
reputation for the greasiest of burgers was what made Tim's Meat-O-Rama a
popular destination for the local crowd, but that wasn't what had drawn
Melissa to it tonight.  She had been paying its owner for the past 3 months
to feed leftovers to her crop that she kept in a barrel in the back of the
restaurant.  Tonight would be the night that she was ready to harvest.  The
slick tarmac in the back parking lot of Tim's slid softly under the BMW's
tyres as she pulled in and parked near a small locked shed in the corner of
the lot.  Melissa pulled out her phone and sent Tim a quick text message,
letting him know that she was making the pickup, then slid out of the SUV
and stretched her legs.  Her jet-black high-heels made loud clicking noises
on the pavement as she stepped around to the trunk and opened it up with a
well-manicured hand.  Inside was a modified vacuum cleaner that had been
connected to her car's battery.  She pulled the contraption down and
dragged it to the edge of the shed, leaving its power cable trailing back
to the SUV.

   Tim had given her a key to the shed when she first started paying him,
so she unlocked the large padlock and slid the heavy wooden door open. 
Inside the dark shed Melissa could just make out the outline of a huge
wooden crate, exactly where she had left it when she first came here.  She
felt around in the darkness above her until she caught the pull-string for
the shed's overhead light, and pulled gently on it.  Immediately the small
wooden shack was illuminated in a yellowish haze of light, and she watched
as the floor beneath her became a vast animated sheet of panicked
cockroaches.  Hundred of them of all sizes dashed into the safety of the
box, through the many holes in its side.  What they didn't know was that
she had planned this whole moment.  Reaching out to the side of the box,
Melissa pushed down on several planks that had been strategically placed,
trapping all of the insects inside.  She grinned to herself at this
success, and licked her ruby red lips in anticipation of what was to come.
Something crunched underneath her heels as she took a step forward, and she
looked down in concern to find an egg-casing underfoot.  It was too late
for this one, but thankfully she had brought the vacuum cleaner to make
sure that any other stray eggs wouldn't be left behind.  Melissa turned it
on and began to systematically suck up the large number of remaining
casings.  After 20 minutes, she turned it off and estimated that she had
collected around 50 or 60 cockroach egg-casings along with her bounty of
hundreds of roaches.  This was an excellent collection.

   Soon Tim had dragged himself away from kitchen duty and was ready to
help her load up the enormous wooden crate.  Tim was very overweight, but
at least he had the strength to move large objects.  He wrinkled his nose
at the smell of old food scraps that he had been throwing in there for
months now to attract the insects and then helped her drag it into the BMW.
"So uhhh, what are you doin' with these things anyway?  You got some kinda
science experiment or something?" he asked, wiping his hands on his
extremely greasy hair.  It looked like he hadn't showered in several days,
enormous sweat stains forming under the armpits of his filthy shirt. 
Melissa giggled and leaned forward, showing off her cleavage in the dim
lighting of the back parking lot.  "Something like that sweetie" she said,
smiling at the growing bulge behind his apron.  "You know" he said, "it's
kinda late to be picking up stuff in the back of a parking lot.  Maybe you
want to come in and have a drink or something to eat?" and Tim gestured at
the back door of his restaurant.  Melissa shrugged and shook her head
"Sorry Tim, but I have some things to take care of, why don't you just bend
me over in the trunk and fuck me here?" she said, reaching her hand down to
grab his member through the dirty pants he was wearing.  She was shivering
now, enjoying the prospect of this utterly disgusting man using her for his
own pleasure.  Tim didn't have to be asked twice, he bent her over the
tailgate of the SUV and unbuckled his belt, shimmying his pants down just
enough to free his fully erect cock.  Spitting on his hands, he smeared his
saliva over the tip of his dick, pulled the pretty woman's panties to the
side and slid into her waiting opening.  Melissa's head was close to the
box that they had just loaded up, and she could hear the insects rustling
inside as the fat man fucked her from behind.  She grunted with each
thrust, enjoying the frantic scratching noises inside of the large box. 
Finally he let out a heavy breathe, and spurted his semen deep inside of
her.  Pulling out with a plop, Tim slipped his equipment back into his
pants.  "You're always such an easy lay babe, let me know next time you
need a favor." He said, winked at her, and headed back inside.

   It only took half an hour for Melissa to get her precious cargo back to
the house, but it took another hour to get everything unloaded from her
SUV. Sweat ran down her body, and she could feel Tim's semen as it slowly
dripped out into the gusset of her panties, but everything was finally
unloaded and setup in her bedroom.  She surveyed her handywork with
satisfaction, and then went downstairs to her refrigerator.  Only two days
ago she had finally received a package that she had been waiting over 10
years for: A small vial of clear liquid that contained a custom-engineered
virus.  The temperature indicator strip on the side of the glass was still
blue, meaning that it had been kept within the safe temperature range and
that the contents should still be viable.  Melissa pulled a clean
hypodermic needle out of her medicine cabinet and removed it from its
sealed container.  It had taken several million dollars worth of money from
her Uncle's pockets to get research started on what was described as a
miracle in the pest-control industry: a gene that modified pig sweat
glands, causing them to produce a pheromone which attracted nearby pests.
Theoretically, genetically modified pigs could be placed in areas with
heavy infestations of cockroaches, drawing the insects out of homes and to
the pig, at which point they could be easily destroyed.  Going a step
further, the research team also found a similar chemical; which triggered
some sort of offspring-protection mechanism in the female insects and
caused them to bring any egg-casings they found with them to the subject.
Melissa slid the needle smoothly into the rubber top of the vial, drawing
the clear liquid out of the glass it had been stored in.  After the gene
had been identified and a retro-virus had been developed, Melissa's uncle
had called up contacts that he had inside of the Department of Defense, and
convinced them to develop a human version as part of their latest R&D
efforts to discover more effective "enhanced interrogation" techniques.  It
had taken them even longer to produce a version of the virus that affected
humans, but two months ago they had finally succeeded.  Just in time too,
because the new President had not taken kindly to their work.  He had ended
up shutting down the entire sector...but not before Melissa had managed to
procure this sample from the last batch of successful trials.  The young
brunette finished tying off her arm with rubber tubing and stared hard at
the now-filled hypodermic needle.  10 years of their combined perverse
desires swum now, mere inches from her face.  She wished that he could be
here to see the results.  "This is going to be incredible" she thought to
herself, and injected the fluid into her arm.

   According to the researcher who had snuck the vial out of the lab, there
would be about a day of flu-like symptoms as the virus rewrote parts of her
genetic code.  After 48 hours the effects should be complete.  Flu-like
symptoms, however, was an understatement.  Melissa spent the whole next day
with an extremely high fever and an unbelievable amount of vomiting.  It
felt like her entire body had been set on fire and then dunked in
ice-water; over and over and over.  After the first day, though, her body
calmed down and she began to feel much better.  Good enough to order
pizza-delivery in fact.  She had a large pizza all to herself to fill up
all of the nutrients she had expelled the day before, and dropped the
crusts into a small hole in the top of the cockroach's box.  They had
quieted down a lot by now, just making a soft susurrus as they climbed over
each other to get at the fresh pizza crusts.  Melissa tossed in the
egg-sacks that she had vacuumed up at Tim's for good measure, and then
opened up several of the exit holes.  None of the insects seemed
immediately excited to escape yet though, preferring to huddle together in
the safety of their box.  It was nearly time for the first day of "the
experiment" as she now thought of it.  She wanted to make sure that her
body sweated enough of the pheromone out for it to be effective, so she
turned up her thermostat a bit, put on a full-length dress to sleep in, got
under the covers and reached over to flip the light switch off.  She
grinned as she heard the cockroaches start to leave their cave and explore
their new environment.  The sounds of their scuttling finally helped her
drift off to sleep.

   At 1am Melissa awoke groggily from her erotic dreams to the sensations
of tiny creatures scuttling over her body.  She was very warm by now, and
covered in sweat.  Her dress and bedsheets were soaked in it, underneath
the wet sheets she felt the insects exploring.  Several of them had come to
investigate her body now, crawling up her legs and under her dress.  Soon
many of them had joined her under the blankets and she could feel them
climbing all over her body, squeezing underneath her dress to get closer to
her bare skin.  Reaching one hand down underneath the covers, she gently
felt around to get an idea of how many cockroaches were with her now. 
There were quite a few, and they seem pleasantly intrigued by the new scent
of lust coming from between her legs.  Melissa didn't want to frighten the
creatures, but by now she was incredibly aroused and just had to touch
herself.  Her fingers lightly rubbed her clitoris as the cockroaches began
to explore her nether regions.  By now the sheets had become absolutely
filled with the creatures, their bodies pressing in against her as they
crawled all over her skin.  It was only moments later that the first roach
finally found the entrance to her slick vagina and Melissa held herself
open as it slipped inside her.  She shuddered with delight and started
rubbing herself furiously.  Soon another cockroach squeezed in through her
opening, and she could feel them both crawling deeper inside of her. 
Finally the rest of the insects caught on, and began to swarm on her
crotch, pushing themselves inside one after the other until she was
absolutely crammed full.  Inside of her body they were squirming into her
womb, and she fervently hoped that they had remembered to drag their egg
casings in with them.  Only moments later, Melissa had become a veritable
roach motel.  A vast number had managed to fill up her belly, making it
slightly swollen as the insects took up residence in her womb.  Even more
seemed to have crawled into her intestines, and were sealed inside her as
her anus contracted shut.  Her clit was too sore now to continue
masturbating, but it didn't matter because the incredible swarming
squirming masses inside of her continued to cause incredible orgasms until
she passed out from exhaustion.

   It was nearly noon by the time the young woman finally woke up.  She
gently rubbed her still swollen belly and smiled.  "Queen Melissa" she
thought to herself.  "The insect queen." The sensation of fullness still
remained, but she was no longer desperately orgasming from it.  It was now
tempered with the satisfaction at a job well done.  All that hard work had
finally paid off, and now she was ready to begin the fun part: spreading
her brood.  Melissa gently pulled the sheets away and gazed with pleasure
at her now bulging stomach.  Inside her belly, the constantly rustling
insects showed their appreciation by nudging the edges of her womb with
gentle caresses.  She smiled and slowly got out of bed, cradling her
stomach as she did so.  Luckily she had chosen a relatively loose fitting
dress that didn't constrict her new girth.  A few unlucky stragglers
slipped out of her crammed slit, and nearly fell to the floor before she
caught them and pushed them back inside.  The young brunette didn't want to
lose any of her brood to accidents, so she selected a pair of tight fitting
black silk underwear from her dresser drawers and slid them on: snuggly
protecting her new cargo.

   Melissa spent an hour or so around the apartment, cleaning up the
remaining evidence of her adventure.  The giant crate that she had
container her insectoid lovers was far too large to move in her current
state, but it was easy enough to destroy the empty vial of the retro virus
as well as anything linking her to the defunct defense project.  Several
heavy binders of lab results and clinical trials went into the fireplace,
along with labels, the plastic syringe, and instructions for using the
virus.  Good enough, she thought and slipped on a cute pair of flats,
grabbed her purse, and swung open the front door.  It was time to go
shopping.



   Karen was annoyed.  It had been two hours since her shift at Bailey's
Department Store was supposed to have ended, and there was still no sign of
the rush of shoppers letting up.  Even worse, her boss was still not back
from lunch break and nobody else was helping her on the registers.  Summer
work was almost as bad as school, she decided.  She finished bagging a pair
of slacks for an elderly man, tucked her hair back behind her ear and
turned to face her next customer.  Karen had only a few seconds to register
a tall and attractive brunette woman, before the newcomer placed several
dresses on the counter.  "Hello!" said her customer, who Karen could now
see was slightly pregnant.  "Hi" responded Karen and picked up the first
dress.  "Will this be all for you today?" she asked politely.  "Yes, I
think that will be all for today." Replied the young brunette with a slight
smile.  Karen shrugged and proceeded to ring up her purchases.  "Did you
find everything you were looking for?" she asked, following the same
routine as usual.  The woman looked her up and down appraisingly, giving
her an unusual shiver.  "Yes" she said, sounding pleased.  "I believe that
I have found everything that I was looking for." Then, in a very motherly
manner, she drew out a handkerchief from her purse.  "Sweetie, you have a
little something on your cheek!" she said, brushing gently at Karen's face
with an end of the handkerchief.  Karen reflexively moved her head away in
confusion, but the young brunette was quite insistent.  She grabbed Karen's
head with her other hand and licked the end of her handkerchief.  "Don't
squirm dear, it's just a spot of something." She said and wiped the
spit-covered end of the cloth firmly against the cashier's face, catching
the corner of her mouth.  "What the hell lady!" Karen responded, knocking
away the hand and backing up several steps.  "One mother embarrassing me in
public is quite enough for me." she muttered to herself and finished
entering the numbers into the cash register.  "Sorry honey" said the woman,
looking genuinely ashamed.  "Mom hormones kicking in ya know?" she said and
pointed at her pregnant belly apologetically.  Karen shrugged and let it
slide.  Another day, another dollar.

   It was a good thing that Karen had the next day off, because she was
virtually incapacitated with flu-like symptoms.  Her mother stocked up on
chicken soup and instructed her to drink plenty of fluids, the usual sort
of advice.  The paranoid neighbor suggested that she probably had the
bird-flu but it had already cleared up two days later so everyone returned
to their lives and didn't think any more about it.  Karen herself didn't
make any connections between the illness and what happened the next week.

   She was working the closing shift at the department store and things had
been going a lot better than expected.  The customers had been much easier
to deal with today; probably, she mused, because nobody had the energy to
be an asshole on a Monday.  Karen even whistled a bit as she gathered up
the end-of-day garbage bags and made her way down toward the service area
underneath the mall.  All of the various stores that occupied the mall
shared the same garbage dumpsters.  They split the trash up between
sensitive-paper and general trash, but other than that everything got mixed
together.  This was probably the worst-smelling part of the complex,
especially since all of the ice-cream and yoghurt stalls dumped their
unwanted product in poorly sealed containers that leaked all over the
insides of the dumpsters.  Karen walked carefully to avoid stepping in the
sticky spots and messing up her favourite pair of flats.  Like most
teenagers who worked at the department store, she took a fair amount of
pride in her clothing choices.  Today she had a nice cream-coloured silk
top on, nicely offsetting the black pencil skirt covering her shapely hips
and thighs.  Passing the general garbage dumpster with its piles of black
bags and hovering flies, Karen reached the much-cleaner containers for
disposal of sensitive documents.  She tossed the small bag of paper that
she carried into the one-way flap and turned around to head back upstairs.

   The dim light of the service area didn't immediately reveal what was
lurking between Karen and her exit, but she did sense that something was
unusual.  She peered into the gloomy illumination, tensing her muscles to
run.  There wasn't anyone there, and the young woman slowly let her guard
down until she glanced down at the floor.  There, in a veritable carpet of
carapaces, were thousands of cockroaches.  No sooner had she begun to
scream, than the air filled with the buzzing of flies.  They swarmed over
her face and body, driving her backwards as the roaches began skittering up
her stockinged legs; seeking out her moist openings.  Karen backed up,
frantically trying to escape the mass of insects that crawled across her
body.  Roach bodies crunched under her shoes as she back-pedaled and swiped
at the insects.  Soon the creatures had reached the tops of her thighs and
began to cluster against the gusset of her panties.  She had never been so
happy in her life to be wearing nylons.  Turning to run, the gorgeous
insect-coated woman noticed too late the giant one-way flap of the
sensitive-documents chute.

   The two foot fall onto bundles of paper didn't hurt anything except for
Karen's pride, but it was enough to stun her into silence for a moment as
the spring loaded flap slammed closed above her; locking her into the paper
bin.  She twisted frantically to get upright, but the tight space had
trapped her arms beneath her body; leaving no room to maneuver.  In the
absolute darkness, all that she could hear was her own frantic breathing
and the desperate chittering of insects trying to get into her panties. 
The cockroaches were simply too large to force their way past two layers of
clothing and had to satisfy themselves with clinging onto her nylons.  The
flies, on the other hand, had lost interest in her face and began to swarm
under her clothes; heading lower and lower by the minute.  Karen finally
found her voice and began screaming as she tried to swat at the winged
creatures creeping down past her breasts like a river of legs.  She
desperately struggled to free her arms, but simply couldn't get them loose
in time to stop the torrent of excited insects.  The first fly wriggled
down beneath her panty line and slipped across her clitoris, drawing a
confused gasp from the young woman.  She bit her lip; trying to ignore the
sensations but it was impossible to shut out the feelings as hundreds more
flies crawled underneath her panties and dragged themselves over her
sensitive flesh.  Seconds later her eyes popped open wide as the tiny
insects began to force their way inside of her vagina.  The horridly erotic
vision of a river of bugs penetrating her began to lubricate her groin,
which only served to help the wriggling creatures slide deeper.  Soon the
buzzing and twitching creatures filled her entire love-canal and she came
with a deep throbbing orgasm.  More and more crammed into her as the
remaining flies found her asshole and forced their way into her intestines.
Soon there were no longer any flies left in the paper-bin with her, all of
them having burrowed into her available holes and decided to nest there for
the night.  She felt gloriously and evilly full.  More full than she had
ever felt before in her life, even with her ex-boyfriend from last year. 
The cockroaches huddled closer against her body, and Karen slept.

   They found her the next morning while emptying out the bins into large
sorting machines.  Her eyes were glazed over and she had a drooling grin on
her face.  The maintenance men took their time brushing off the cockroaches
that they assumed had huddled against her for warmth.  A couple of them
took the opportunity to have a little fun; taking her to the maintenance
room and fondling her.  She looked slightly pregnant, probably a bit of a
slut anyway they reasoned.  Besides, she wouldn't remember any of this, she
just stared into the distance with that constant open-mouthed smile and
shuddered occasionally as if enjoying a secret pleasure.  The oldest of the
men, an unwashed heavyset man named Carl eventually dared to unzip his
pants and pull out his dick.  His other two co-conspirators watched in awe
as Carl gently pushed his filthy unwashed cock into the young woman's open
and drooling mouth.  They were even more astonished when Karen
instinctively wrapped her lips around the dirty member and began to suckle
gently on it.  "Look at this slut!" the happy maintenance-man exclaimed,
petting Karen's head affectionately as she worked her tongue around his
cock.  "She fucking loves it!".  With that, Carl began to slowly hump his
new prize's face, working his tool in and out until he gasped with pleasure
and unloaded his cum into Karen's waiting mouth.  She swallowed reflexively
and released his dick from her sucking lips.

   It wasn't until the last of the maintenance men had finished using the
young woman's mouth that they noticed the growing sound of insistent
buzzing.  Finally the trio looked down at Karen's skirt and saw the mass
exodus of hundreds of flies as they decided to leave their new nest to find
food.  The men screamed and ran out of the door, leaving it wide open for
the insects to escape.  Soon the bugs returned to their dumpsters, looking
for more delicious scraps of food to munch on before it was time to return.



   Melissa had been losing cockroaches as the day progressed.  At first it
had been worrying and slightly disappointing, feeling her lovers and
research subjects crawl out of her womb and down her thighs.  The actual
experience of their tiny legs and investigative antennae running down her
moist pussy and across her clitoris had been enjoyable enough, but she
missed the insects as they left to explore the world.  She hoped that they
would be safe out in the world beyond her hive-body.  Strangely, however,
Melissa's bulging pregnant stomach had not shrunk at all despite her little
ones trickling out of her ass and vagina all day.  It wasn't until the
attractive and sordid woman went to check-up on her first human
test-subject that she learned why.  Melissa had slid on a tight black lycra
dress that hugged her figure eagerly.  Her swelling stomach bulged out in
the center, showing off to the world her current state of devilish
pregnancy.  The red fuck-me heels she slipped on contrasted brightly with
her dress, and the white thigh-high stockings completed her over-the-top
outfit.  It was difficult to ignore Melissa when she wanted to be seen and
she had already caught the attention of several homeless lurkers by the
time she arrived at the front-door of the closed mall.

   The boldest of the old hobos grinned a lecherous and rancid-toothed grin
at the slutty woman and hobbled over to say hello.  He needn't have been
concerned about her running away in fear, as she turned to face him as soon
as he approached and pulled out several twenty dollar bills that she had
tucked into dress between her ample tits.  From this close he could see
that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the material was so tight across her
breasts that her hard nipples were outlined and on display.  The hobo tried
to look at both the money and her body, but it was difficult to focus on
two things at once so he settled for gawking at the young woman awkwardly.
"I'll give you each 40 bucks and a sloppy blowjob if you break me into that
mall department store." she said and held out the cash tantalizingly.  The
homeless men who had been slowly crowding around her in excitement glanced
at each other in astonishment and growing anticipation.  It was an easy and
immediate deal as Melissa ran her perfectly manicured red fingernails down
the body of the nearest hobo and unzipped his pants.  By now the scent of
old rancid dick cheese had reached her nostrils and she smiled an evil
smile, sinking down onto her knees on the filthy sidewalk and taking the
ancient cum and dirt encrusted dick into her eager mouth.  The hobos didn't
take long to finish spurting their jizm into her mouth, but instead of
swallowing it Melissa swished it around her mouth like mouthwash and then
carefully pulled her silky white panties open and spat the love-juice down
the front of her undergarments.  She had loved the feeling of semen seeping
down into the gusset of her panties ever since she tried it out with her
uncle, and besides; her remaining brood members might be hungry.

   Melissa had only finished blowjobs for half of the assembled hobos
before the sound of frantic key-jingling made everyone turn to face the
locked doors of the mall.  A small group of terrified maintenance men
unlocked the doors as quickly as they could make their shaking hands work,
and sprinted away into the night.  Melissa knew immediately that this had
something to do with her pet project.  The remaining homeless men looked
worried at the open door, knowing that their prized cum-hole didn't need
their help anymore, but the young deviant woman just shrugged it off and
returned to the task at hand: getting as much spoiled hobo cum into her
mouth and panties as possible.  Some of the filthy men even got to go again
before the young woman got back up off of her knees and waved goodbye,
sauntering away into the darkened mall in search of the department store.

   Melissa saved the last load in her mouth instead of spitting it out. 
She wasn't sure if the DNA modifications had changed her taste preferences,
but the salty life-force on her tongue tasted better than anything she had
ever tasted before.  She savored its slick and gooey consistency as she
walked through the dark mall's hallways.  Eventually she swallowed the
homeless man's cum and felt it slide down her throat and into her stomach.
It felt divine, but also disappointing to not have any more come in her
mouth.  Regardless, she had a job to do so she focused on following a dim
light in the back of the mall that was coming from an open door.  The open
door appeared to be to a maintenance hallway adjacent to the Bailey's
department store and the young woman immediately knew that she'd found what
she was looking for.

   She had only gone a few steps in, however, when an incredible wave of
sensation rocked her womb and roach-stuffed intestines.  She hadn't gone to
the bathroom in a couple of days, but Melissa hadn't really thought much of
it since most of the time her backdoor was full of insects anyway.  Now
though, she could feel a wave of thick and strong shit sliding insistently
down her guts.  Simultaneously rapid contractions began in her abdomen,
bringing her to a confused orgasm as she dropped to the tiled floor of the
hallway.  Things were coming out of her, and they were coming out now.  She
frantically tried to pull her panties down, but it was too late to prevent
them from becoming ruined as a thick hard turn pushed out of her clenching
sphincter and forced its way into the silky material of her underwear. 
Almost on queue, as the shit pushed Melissa's panties outward, large roach
nymphs began to crawl out of her vagina, dragging their white vulnerable
bodies past the confines of her panties and into the open air.  Melissa
stared in astonishment at the young creatures being born from her tainted
body and shivered in delight at the thought that all of those egg-casings
had been maturing inside her this entire time.  Another contraction forced
her to expel even more of her insectoid children; birthing them into her
panties as they bulged further and further outward.  Finally there was
simply no more room left for the shit and baby roaches, and Melissa's
panties gave up their hold; sliding down her legs to make space.

   Fifteen minutes later, the insane birth was complete and the young woman
lay exhausted on the floor.  A thick rope of poo extended out of her ass
and coiled up inside her panties.  Meanwhile the young hopeful roach nymphs
scattered out along the corridor and began to find cracks to disappear
into. Melissa finally had time to register just how large her children were
in comparison to normal roach nymphs.  They were each the size of a large
thumb, easily 10 or more times the size of what they should be.  Had the
act of maturing inside an eager womb increased their bulk that much?  Maybe
some of her own DNA had altered them?  It was hard to know, she admitted,
without much more thorough scientific testing, but the possibilities were
exciting.  Looking down at her ruined panties, she noticed something else
interesting: the thick feces was full of egg-casings.  None had matured
yet. Perhaps there was something special about her womb afterward, she
decided as she picked up the wide tube of poo and examined it curiously. 
It was harder than expected, remaining firm in her hands despite the slimy
outside.  There wasn't really any place for her to put it, and it would be
such a shame for those lovely roach egg-casings to go without a mother. 
For the first time in days, Melissa was completely empty of insects.  Her
belly had flattened out immediately and she felt sorrow at the thought of
being so unfulfilled.  Clearly this would not do, she decided and reached
down to hold open her labia with her shit-stained fingers.  Gently the
young woman slid the end of her still-warm poo into her waiting hole and
pushed.  The sturdy tube of feces slowly penetrated Melissa and she
shuddered with pleasure at her own filthiness.  Inch by inch she filled
herself, pushing the turd and its precious cargo of egg-casings ever
deeper. Finally the tip bumped up against her womb, and with a final thrust
the shit and roach eggs found their place and Melissa came with a warm,
delicious orgasm.  She desperately wanted to lie here and enjoy the
sensations, but her purpose drove her to pull up her panties and continue
onward.  Soon she reached the maintenance room and found her prize: the
attractive teenage clerk from three days ago, leaning against a wall with
her hand down her skirt; masturbating desperately.
Karen couldn't stop herself from running her fingers along her moist
slit, undulating her body in pleasure.  She didn't even notice the woman
enter the room until she coughed politely.  It was that same expectant mom
from three days ago; the one who showed up right before everything went
crazy.  Only the woman wasn't a mom anymore!  Her belly was flat and
petite. Suddenly realization dawned on Karen and her jaw dropped open.  "It
was you!  It was you that did this to me!?" she cried out in astonishment
and accusation, throwing herself at Melissa.  Melissa tried to back up out
of the way, but there wasn't enough time or space to maneuver and Karen
locked arms around her and pulled her tight.  "Thank you!" cried out the
young horny clerk, kissing her heroine on the neck and face over and over.
"Oh god thank you for turning me into this, I've never felt such orgasms."
she wept and ran her hands up and down Melissa's back; rubbing her in

appreciation.

   The roach-queen didn't know how to respond at first; she had expected a
completely different reaction from her first human test-subject.  Then she
decided that she HAD given a gift hadn't she?  A gift of love and a gift of
orgasms.  Melissa returned the hug and smiled with genuine pleasure. 
"You're so welcome baby, you're so welcome" she whispered as she smelled
the wonderful smell of cum on her new apprentice's lips.  Finally Melissa
pulled away and appraised the young clerk.  She had clearly had a crazy
night and her own belly bulged out from underneath her top.  The outline of
pregnancy was clear to anyone who glanced at it.  The roach-breeder reached
out her hand and gently stroked her apprentice's belly with satisfaction.
"It looks like you had an excellent night young lady." she said and
giggled. Karen looked back at her in confusion though.  "But I don't
understand" the young clerk said, "the flies already left me.  They flew
back to their dumpsters!".  "Flies?" thought Melissa with interest.  "Well
dear" she continued, "it looks like they left you a present!" Karen nodded
and ran her own fingers over her pregnant bulge.  "Lay back dear, let me
give your babies a gift!" said the young cockroach-slut as she gently
lowered Karen's unresistant body to the floor.

   With some contraction of her abdominal muscles, Melissa managed to force
out the end of solid poo out of her vagina.  It saddened her to let any of
it go, but her apprentice's brood would no doubt be hungry.  Pulling her
panties to the side, they both stared in appreciation at the huge turd that
began working it's way out of her body like a giant dick made of shit. 
Soon it was large enough and Melissa slid between Karen's thighs,
positioning her makeshift-cock at the young clerk's vaginal opening.  "This
is going to feel wonderful honey" Melissa said, and began to gently fuck
the shit into the willing girl.  Slowly the back and forth motion began to
draw out more and more feces from Melissa's pussy and Karen began moaning
with pleasure.  "Oh my god!" she groaned as the couple made love on the
floor of the janitor's closet.  "I can feel them feeding.  They are
squirming inside me!" Soon the feeling of thick ropey shit sliding in and
out of the pair began to drive them both to orgasm.  They slammed their
pussies together, driving more and more poo into Karen's body, until
finally they orgasmed together, crying out their pleasure.  By the time it
was over, Melissa was sad to see that there was no poo left for her and
that the last of it disappeared deep into her new friend.  They lay there
for a few minutes before finally regaining their senses.  "Come on
sweetie!" said Melissa as she patted her new friend's naked leg.  "I'll
take you back to my place and we can clean up."