A New purpose in life

Written by Carpe
Rewritten by Wintermutex
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Tags:
MFgg+, 1st, best, mc, nc, reluc, ped, preg, teen

Content:
Insect Sex, Mind Control, Teen/Preteen Girls, Impregnation, Pregnancy

                                  ~*~                                  

11-year-old Gwen skipped happily across the garden in the sunlight. It
was the perfect day to play outside, the morning sun baking the breeze
to balmy warmth. Mom was going to be out all day with her boyfriend, so
Gwen could do whatever she wanted. Sure, her older sister Julie was
SUPPOSED to be watching her, but she had just snottily told Gwen not to
do anything stupid before locking herself in her room right after Mom
left. Big sisters were such a pain.

Gwen grabbed the hula hoop from the tall grass. She and Julie used to
have contests to see who could keep it up the longest, but now her
older sister was too good to play with Gwen. Whatever. She primed the
hoop with her hands, then swished it around her body, spinning her
slender hips to keep it going and shouting with glee. 6...7...8!
Laughing, she let the hoop spin itself out on her naked stomach and
drop to the ground. Mom would probably kill her if she knew Gwen had
taken the skimpy blue bikini and matching pareo from her closet, but
Gwen just loved how they looked on her body. She felt almost naked, the
milky-white skin of her youthful body gleaming in the sun. The top was
just a thin pair of provocative triangles that covered her nipples and
left the rest of her flat chest bare. On Mom, you could practically see
her whole breasts. They didn't cover much. The skirt was a gossamer
little wrap that fluttered in the breeze, and the bottoms were a
perfect V running between her hips and down over her pussy, just a slip
of cloth barely wide enough to cover the little girl's hairless pussy
lips. She remembered how it was so thin that Mom had let it slip at the
beach once. That was when she had met her new boyfriend.

Oh shoot. She let the hoop drop instead of giving it another spin. Mom
wanted me to water the garden today. She dashed over and turned the
hose on, then grabbed the gurgling nozzle. Water shot out and Gwen
played it over the flowers, soaking them thoroughly. Hmmm, that was too
fun. Maybe it would feel good if...she turned the hose on herself and
shrieked with laughter. It was so cold! Ack! She let the nozzle drop to
the ground and gush water on the grass, then raced over to turn it off.
Feeling the chill, the girl looked down at her dripping body. So this
is what she'd look like if she went swimming in this suit. Not bad. The
11-year-old was filling out pretty nice, with some sweetly rounded hips
and a perky, adolescent bottom. She dipped her fingers under the fabric
stuck in her ass and pulled it back out a bit. This thin suit was
always doing that. It seemed like it wanted to sink right between her
asscheeks all the time. She ran her hands up the curves of her sides
and covered her breasts. Or, where her growing breasts WOULD be. She
was still pretty flat. The other girls at school were starting to get
breasts. Julie had them. Mom had an amazing pair of tits, always fresh
and tight and bouncy in the loose shirts she wore. She had seen her
boyfriend squeeze them a few times when he thought nobody was looking.
It wasn't fair. She wanted to have a nice pair of tits that men always
looked at like Mom did.

The summer heat was mounting as the sun climbed towards noon. Gwen
decided to hop in the pool. She tucked her legs and cannonballed into
the clear water and swam for a few minutes to cool off. What to do for
the rest of the day? Julie wouldn't be any fun. Gwen floated lazily on
her back, thinking. The trampoline! Mom had got it for her last summer.
She had loved jumping on it so much, but Mom made her put it away when
summer was over. She probably wouldn't mind if Gwen got it out again
this summer. With an eager smile, she paddled to the edge and pulled
herself up, then stood and shook out her hair. It was long and blonde,
amazingly full and curly, shining golden in the sun like she was a
Disney princess. Mom had always said her hair was her best feature. She
said boys would go crazy for it. Gwen squeezed most of the water from
it and towelled it, then pulled it back over her shoulders.

The screen door scraped when she went inside. Nobody around. The family
room was empty. The little pareo around her waist was still dripping
slightly, so Gwen pulled the knot loose from her hip and dropped it
unceremoniously on the floor. She'd wash it later with the bikini. If
she got everything cleaned up and put back before Mom got home, she'd
never even know Gwen had "borrowed" the skimpy bikini and matching
skirt.

Julie was still locked away in her room, so she'd have the trampoline
all to herself. Gwen skipped down the hallway to the basement door. It
was an ancient thing of worn, faded wood that creaked ominously when
she opened it. She fished around to the side, feeling for the switch,
then pulled back her hand with a hiss. A big splinter protruded from
her thumb where it had speared the skin. Carefully she picked it out,
and noticed there was a glob of some kind of green slime on her finger
too. Yuck. The basement was so gross. She hated going down there. A few
years ago, the basement would have been too scary for her, but now she
was a big girl. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was 11! Big enough to
know about bikinis and tits and to know what boys had between their
legs. And big enough to not be scared of the basement. She took a deep
breath and went down.

Dusty groans alternated from the steps as Gwen padded down into the
gloom. The hanging bulb's pitiful shine did almost nothing to drive
back the darkness, and mostly managed to cast scary shadows in the
corners between the boxes and old furniture. Gwen looked around for the
trampoline, pushing a tarp aside and brushing off the dusty cardboard
to read the labels. Funny, there was more of that green sludge down
here under the tarp. Mom really needed to clean down here once in
awhile. Finally, she saw it behind a box in a corner: the big orange
disc was hidden by dust but the sheet of woven black fibers reflected
the light in an arc. Yes! She pushed a box. Ugh, too heavy. She
squirmed around it. It was hard to move down here - too cluttered. An
old lamp blocked her way and she moved it, and then bent over to peer
at what was in the box blocking the trampoline in the darkness. A set
of weights, some as heavy as fifty pounds. She would have to drag them
all to the side.

Gwen had no idea she was being watched from the shadows. Her mind
couldn't have comprehended the cold, alien intellect that had sensed
the little 11-year-old girl's presence, and was even now sampling every
pheromone of her innocent female smell and watching the sweet, round
bottom with its barely-concealed cunt waving in the air as she
struggled to haul the barbells.

Got it! She hefted the edge of the trampoline. Now she'd have to drag
it out of here. She began to pull it awkwardly across the dusty floor,
but stopped when she saw an odd, oval shadow in the basement corner.
Had that been there when she came down? Was it moving? Something about
it seemed...off. She peered closer. Why was the stupid light bulb down
here so dim? Suddenly it skittered out and leaped at her. Gwen dropped
the trampoline and screamed bloody murder just before the thing bowled
her over. It was a cockroach as big as a dog! Gwen rolled over and
tried to run. She HATED bugs! She squeezed around the boxes and tried
to make a break for the stairs, but the bug was faster. It had no
intention of letting this succulent little morsel of a girl get away.
It skittered over the clutter and leaped onto her back, sending her
crashing to the basement floor.

Gwen was horrified to feel the segmented legs catching at her sides.
She struggled and twisted, but they had tiny, sticky barbs on them that
kept the bug firmly attached to her back. She screamed for her sister,
for Mom, for anyone, and flailed her arms, but the heavy bug kept hold
and used its bulk to keep her pinned to the floor.

Julie might have heard her sister's doomed scream, if she wasn't
swinging her head and listening to her music on her noise-cancelling
headphones. She had got them so she could shut out her brat of a little
sister whenever she was making noise, and they worked perfectly. Now
she was just waiting for Amber to call her on Skype so they could talk,
about boys, about school, about annoying little sisters who should get
what's coming to them. If only she knew what was coming to her sister
in the basement right then.

Gwen's mind spun in terrified paralysis. She lay helpless on the
basement floor with the big cockroach-like bug on her back. She wanted
to scream. She tried to scream. She screamed and screamed in her mind,
but her throat was locked in a horrified rictus and emitted only the
most pitiful moaning. Disgust and helplessness brought tears to her
eyes. This...this THING was moving on her back, making clicking noises,
squeezing her thighs, her butt and hips, then moving higher to rub the
oily bottom of its carapace along the smooth skin of her back. So
smooth and soft, such a little treat this girl was. A few more clicking
steps brought its head up to the back of her neck, so it could sample
her whole body.

The pheromones were perfect. His prey was a delicious young female, not
yet defiled by a male - not even fertile yet, but with luscious curves
and a sweet, soft little body ripe for his needs. The creature's
excitement rose, and the fluids of its arousal began to drip onto her
body. Now he needed to make her mind perfect for what would be next. It
reached for her head...

In Gwen's fevered fear, she thought it was some kind of horrible bug
tongue reaching out to devour her, but the creature had entirely
different plans for her. It spread its jointed feelers and slithered
them gently into her ear canals, probing carefully. It had all the
necessary equipment to "fix" delicious little female minds like hers.
It pushed farther, taking care with its delicate work as the girl
twitched and cried beneath it. The bug couldn't do its work with her
moving, so it fed a soft, comforting hum reverberating into her skull
to keep her still. Finally the tiny needle tips on the very ends of its
feelers brushed against the soft flesh underneath her eardrums. It was
ready. Painlessly, the two points slipped into her flesh.

Gwen was shaking with terror inside, even as her body lulled drowsily
from the insect hum that seemed to fill her entire brain. Mom, save me
please! Julie, anyone! Her silent cries went unheeded as the tips
slipped inexorably closer together in her head, bringing with them a
mounting hum that resonated in her brain like an echo chamber until it
was overpowering. They were getting closer, slipping through the soft
flesh inside her head, approaching her brain with painless, surgical
precision. When the tiny needle-points of both appendages were exactly
deep enough, they began to vibrate almost imperceptibly, giving off
minute electric impulses that wove intimate connections between the
master bug's mind and the young human slave mind. Tentacles of cold
alien intellect snaked into every wrinkle of the terrified girl's
cranium. When it was done, her small body had stopped shaking and
crying, mind locked in a rigor against the inexorable intrusion of her
insect master. She stared at the wall with empty eyes, only dimly
aware, almost catatonic. She was an open vessel, as if a key had been
turned in the lock of her mind that opened every channel of her
consciousness and froze them all in place.

With the initial preparations done, the bug began to hum with a pleased
vibration. This 11-year-old girl was ready for programming, ready to
receive her new role. It began crawling over and brainwashing every
fold of the little girl's' mind. It took her memories and improved
them. It took her human feelings and injected his insectoid influence
into every one of them. It took her thoughts and secreted the viscous
fluid of its very nature on them until every one was tainted. All of
the little girl's memories of friends and toys, laughter and sorrow,
and every other experience she ever had were dimmed, their essential
character washed out, then enhanced with images of desperate cravings
of the feel of slick carapaces and brown juices, feelers and antenna
brushing the soft parts of her body, the clicking of segmented legs, of
frenzied insectoid copulation and the shrieking, glorious pleasure that
came with it. All these sensations congealed together, sliding into the
gaps of her mind and solidifying like sticky fluid, changing everything
and instilling a new need and purpose for the 11-year-old girl's
existence.

Gone were the human things, normal instincts overridden with a
desperate hunger for the taste and odor of the bug's oily juices, the
slimy fluids of its underbelly, the thick dark greenish cum. Everything
she learned in school was upgraded: her memory of the roll- down world
map in class was replaced with a fleshy diagram of bulging bug anatomy,
her textbooks became hundreds of pages of photographs of humans eagerly
copulating with insects, her lunch periods in the cafeteria were fond
memories of her and her friends eagerly spooning slop from trays filled
to the brim with warm bug semen that glowed a virulent green. In gym,
they didn't play dodgeball. Instead the girls would line up and kneel
on the floor, pulling down their gym shorts and panties and letting an
eager row of dog-sized cockroaches ram their slimy dicks into their
pussies and fountain green bug sperm into their wombs until it
overflowed into slick puddles on the floor. The coach gave top marks to
the girls that orgasmed first. This was what she remembered, her head
filled up with intimate knowledge of bug anatomy and what the wonderful
fate was for females like her - breeding ceaselessly with her insect
master and cresting the waves of orgasmic pleasure between each new
birth of bug spawn from her pussy. This was now the most important
thing in her new, re-purposed life.

For two hours, innocent Gwen lay in the basement until the very last
memory of her life was found and flushed out and replaced with the
bug's version: it was an image of her, her mother, and her sister
posing together at the beach - a photograph from last year's summer.
They all had big smiles on their faces, a happy family. It was a
powerful memory, embedded deeply into the core of the young girl's
self, but at last it was twisted and replaced with an image of all
three of them as naked as they day they were born, hugging each other
and smiling happily, each with a swelling, pregnant belly that writhed
visibly from the host of insect larvae under the surface. Dark greenish
cum dripped from their cunts and ran in gooey rivulets down each
other's legs. A little girl's happiest memory of her family.

That was it. It was over. The last thing grounding the human soul of
little Gwen now belonged to her bug master. Its feelers carefully
slithered out of her ears, and it stepped off the girl's body,
mandibles working excitedly and waiting for her reaction with great
anticipation.

                                  ~*~                                   

The 11 year old girl woke slowly to a gloomy, dusty room. She sat
upright. At first, there was just emptiness inside, and a furious
longing for something. Looking around at the clutter of the stacked
boxes, she saw the huge cockroach on the floor beside her, and burst
into a happy smile. Her mind was beginning to work, the implanted
instincts firing perfectly. She didn't see a big, revolting bug, but
rather her mate, her lover, the one thing the 11-year-old little girl
desired in all the world to fill up the empty void inside her.

Then she felt something binding and unpleasant and looked down at her
body. A disgusting wrap of blue cloth circled her chest and covered her
nipples, and another was woven around her hips and pussy. They felt
terrible! Nothing at all like the feel of clammy chitin and insect
feelers that she enjoyed on her skin. The filthy fibers were like
blasphemy, covering up the 11-year-old's pert little nipples and her
succulent pussy, hiding them away from herself and her master. With a
grunt she ripped them off and threw them away. Yuck! She hated all
kinds of human clothes! Maybe she had worn some, once. The memory was
hazy. But what she knew was how much she enjoyed taking them off and
replacing the feeling with rows of clicking, segmented legs that
wrapped around her body. Her prepubescent body now completely naked,
she looked at her bug master again, and giggled with joy that a sweet
little breeding cunt like her would never have to wear any awful human
clothes again.

Everything about the bug was exquisite. She compared the masterfully
built exoskeleton to her own flimsy shell of pink. She was soft and
supple, lacking the armor of her superior. She only had two thin legs,
and vulnerable, rounded hips and shoulders, unlike the oval shell and
firm angles of her master's body. He was glorious compared to her, a
beautiful and virile specimen like an oversized cockroach, but with a
dozen legs and a larger, harder beetle's shell instead of wings. She
caressed her own skin with dissatisfaction. So inadequate. Still, there
must have been something that attracted such a wonderful creature to
her.

She cupped the two small, budding mammaries on her chest and squeezed
them. The cherry-colored nipples stiffened and when she pinched them
she felt a shiver race through her. It felt so good to do that, but she
only cared about her Master's pleasure. How could these pitiful buds
serve him?

Sliding a hand down her flat belly, past her navel, she found another
place warming with desire. It was softer and fleshier than most of her
body, the puffy, hairless lips dimpling as she poked it. She spread
them and slipped a finger into the moist crevice beneath. Here! This
was it. The warm dew told her that her body was ready to serve. This
was where he would enter her, couple with her like she desired, use her
meager little body for his purpose.

Her heartbeat thumped a mounting rhythm in her ears. Naked and horny
beyond words, her eyes focused on the big bug as she touched herself,
her 11-year-old mind racing through every eager image of glorious
cockroach breeding. So wonderful, to have her true purpose given to her
by her master, to have her little cunt stuffed with bug cock and
flooded to the brim with his seed so she could bear a brood of
beautiful little larvae.

The bug was pleased! He knew his brainwash was a complete success when
the tiny breeder shed her clothes and touched her little red nipples
and the adorable virgin slit. He sensed something else also, a new
smell exuding from her body, pheromones of desire and need leaking out
from her breath and from the immature crack between her legs. This was
the first step, for his breeder's little body to respond to his
masterful presence and warm itself to a fiery horniness like a bitch in
heat.

Moisture trickled down Gwen's hands as she sunk another finger into the
delicate hole. Every cell of the 11-year-old's body was ablaze with an
unendurable passion like she had never felt. It roared in her brain,
urging her fingers farther, making her squeeze and twist the nipples on
her flat chest with abandon. Her panting grew until her chest heaved
back and forth madly. Her hips seemed to be moving on her own. A third
finger, joining the others, squeezed into the tight crack to enjoy the
rippling massage of her pussy walls around it. Her brain focused
furiously on the image of a majestic cockroach dick, massive and erect,
dripping at the tip with the tiniest sample of sweet green sludge. She
wanted to feel the velvet texture on her skin. She wanted to lick it,
slather her tongue up and down the length, take it in her mouth and let
it ram into her throat. She wanted it inside her, needed it inside her.
Feverishly, she wished the pathetic fingers she was frigging away with
were half as good as that glorious insectile phallus. The final thought
of the exquisite length slipping between her lips and inside her pussy
sent her over the edge into a wild, mind-tumbling orgasm. She shrieked
and jerked, falling forward and bracing with a hand on the floor as
every muscle in her crotch spasmed into a wild frenzy of pure frothing
ecstasy. The girl's tiny body shook uncontrollably and her eyes rolled
up, almost losing consciousness from the storm of bliss that ripped
through her. This is what he would do to her, her mind screamed. This
is how much he would love her, and more.

Panting desperately for breath, naked chest dusty from squirming
against the basement floor, Gwen sat slowly up and looked at her master
with tears were in her eyes. She had never felt such a joy, and he was
going to give her even more, was going to complete her meager existence
right now.

The bug read the signal for the next step when his little breeding cunt
lay back and spread her legs wide open. Her carefully-implanted
instincts were telling her all she needed to know. He skittered
forward, and mounted her stomach, then climbed up and wrapped his
sticky legs around her torso. The little girl stared into his face,
panting and moaning, desire painting her face red.

She was still too young to get pregnant. Despair almost took hold, but
she knew her lover would fix this before filling her up with his cum.
Images of the spurting fluid filled her mind: a thick greenish slush,
potent and filling and swimming with billions of tiny bug sperm, her
food and her drink and her baby-making stuff all at once. She wanted it
so desperately. She wiggled her hips to urge him to start as she gazed
up with a begging look at the thousands of facets in his eyes.

The touch of firm velvet flesh oozing with sludgy oil against her thigh
made her look down. This was it! The magnificent black girth of fine
insect cock that had haunted her mind was now brushing its pointed tip
up against her crotch. The bug cock was as big around as her arm and
over a foot long, with twisting ridges along the length and delicate
bristles at the base. Erect flesh gleamed in the pitiful light with an
oily sheen that leaked from oozing pores on the hard ridges. Any normal
human woman seeing her master's beautiful cock would have run screaming
in horror, but Gwen loved every inch of it. It was there, so close,
about to push inside her. Hot blood rushed through her veins at the
thought, and a tingle began in her pussy as it flared and dripped even
more readily.

Slimy fluid rubbed Gwen's navel as the bug positioned itself, fixing
the sticky segments of its leg to her sides, and positioning the
blackish-orange tip at her swelling tunnel. God she wanted it so bad.
Her hands went up, caressing the chitinous sides, urging him in. Sudden
force jerked her legs as the tip shoved and pushed its way inside past
her hairless, puffy lips.

The little breeding cunt was deliciously wet and warm, but so tight!
She shrieked when he thrust inside, but even the accompanying fresh
gush of fluid wasn't quite enough to get its substantial organ more
than a few inches into the sucking warmth. The bug pushed harder,
enjoying the squeezing tightness and rippling massage of the 11-year-
old's tiny cunt muscles on its cock. It pulled back up the slippery
tunnel and rammed forward again. The breeder was making pitiful mewling
noises of pleasure with each forward thrust, and the bug pushed harder,
slamming ruthlessly into the willing breeding cunt that he had
prepared. There was a resistance, but with one heavy slam the bug
rammed its thick cock forward, forcing past the brief tug and burying
itself inside.

Gwen wrapped her open legs around the big pumping shell when her body
jerked in pain. She screamed again, revelling in the joy of her Master
taking her pathetic virginity and pumping harder and faster into her
body. The pain was a tiny price to pay, and it was swiftly replaced
with the glorious feeling of ecstasy from having the whole length of
the bug cock moving inside her. She was a small, unworthy thing with a
flimsy carapace, and she could feel that her body was too tight for the
imposing girth of her Master, but she knew he loved her so much and
that he had the power to take care of even this little problem. The bug
wasn't going to be stopped by the unbearable tightness of an 11-year-
old's virgin pussy. Warm goop oozed out of the wet pores of the pumping
prick inside her and began to coat her pussy walls in an oily substance
- her master leaking out some of his precious fluid, making her even
wetter and deflating his own massive member so he could fit farther
inside. The bug pumped even harder into the little 11-year-old girl
until her butt was wiggling on the floor and the flaring tip of the
mammoth bug cock had slowly pounded past every squeezing inch and
bottomed out at her cervix.

Gwen's muscles went stiff, holding him inside, legs tightly wrapped
around the shell. Her red pussy lips strained unbearably around even
the shrunken girth of her master, but the orgasm ripping through her
came with the joyous thoughts that her purpose had come here and now.
She could feel the warmth spurting inside her and in her mind she saw
the thin black liquid of her master's special breeder juice gushing
from the tip where it was stuffed so deep in her tiny pussy, flooding
through the pinhole of her cervix and filling the space inside.
Everywhere the goop went she began to change. It flowed down both
Fallopian tubes and found the weak, human ovaries, coating them and
beginning to work their insectile influence on every cell within
seconds. The preteen's infertile reproductive organs began their
wonderful process of transformation into their new, twisted, and
extremely fertile versions. Gwen shuddered in happiness and pleasure.
She kissed her loving Master, thanking him for the gift of cockroach
juice swilling in her womb and for ruining the soft, fleshy organs she
had had and replacing them with fertile versions that she would use to
give him so many sweet little bug babies.

Gwen and the bug lay locked together for hours, the girl twitching
ecstatically from orgasm to orgasm. The swelling insect cock had
plugged her pussy with a tight seal, keeping every drop of transmuting
sludge buried inside the girl's womb where it belonged. The bug rested
with its sticky legs wrapped around her and the bulk of its heavy shell
nestling against her stomach, the pleasure of the little girl's
rippling cunt evident in the waving antenna and excited chittering
sounds. It held tight as its breeding cunt squealed and thrashed in
pleasure, keeping the thick syrup of bug fluid plugged inside the 11
-year-old. Just a little while longer for the vile juice to work, and
its little breeding cunt would be ready.

Between each muscle-jerking climax, Gwen patted the smooth carapace of
the bug resting on her stomach and ran her fingers along the jointed
legs, the delicate feelers, the mandibles that clicked each time her
breeding slit gave him a wave of pleasure. She whispered her wordless
declarations of love, of devotion to her bug master, her desire for the
black elixir in her to remove her immature ovaries forever and give her
beautiful new ones, fertile to the soup of bug juice swimming in her
insides. Her existence and need was now to give birth to her beautiful
lover's offspring, a sweet brood of cute little larval bugs, not some
disgusting, ugly human babies, all pink and soft and unworthy.

All afternoon, while her little sister found a new purpose in life
under a pounding cockroach prick, her older sister, Julie, lounged in
her room talking with her friends on Skype and ignoring the fact that
she was supposed to be looking after someone. Little sisters were such
dweebs, her friends agreed. Julie could hardly have realized that she
had already lost her sweet, innocent little sister permanently a few
hours ago. If she had opened the basement door, she would have seen the
shadows cast on the wall of a tiny squirming form with a massive,
pumping insect silhouette perched atop it. If she had climbed down, she
would have seen the terrifying sight of a little 11-year-old girl on
her back on the dirty floor, naked, with an enormous cockroach coupling
with her, would have seen how the creamy white flesh of her legs
contrasted with the disgusting brown color of the carapace they were
wrapped around, and how the leaking trail of blood and pussy juice on
the floor led to the point where the bulging black insect cock was
tightly stuffed in the hairless opening of her once-virgin cunny. Julie
could have told from the expression on her little sister's face that
Gwen was now the happiest girl in the world because of the absolute joy
of having the big, disgusting cockroach corrupting her immature
reproductive organs permanently.

But Julie didn't want to check up on her dorky sister. She didn't go to
the basement and see Gwen's rapturous defilement. Instead, she was
wrapped up in looking at the pics of a handsome boy from her class, and
talking about him with her friends. They fantasized about how his lips
would feel, what the muscles on his arms felt like. Giggling, they even
wondered how big his cock was. Julie had never even had sex, but she
talked about it constantly and thought about it even more. She never
could have imagined that her own 11-year-old sister had been already
been fucked by a cock bigger than any human boy's and was now the
willing breeding stock for another lifeform.

                                  ~*~                                   

Finally it was over. The black liquid had sunk irreparably deep into
her body and her corrupted reproductive organs were ready. The tingling
itch from the black goo bathing her insides had reached a crescendo
before finally fading away after hours of bliss. Gwen shuddered through
yet another of her seemingly endless streams of orgasms. Her belly felt
like it was burning, and the sweat coating her body had the syrupy
aroma of insect bile. She smelled like her master. That sweet scent was
the signal for the bug that her body was finally ready. Slowly he
started pulling his mighty bug cock out from the little girl's snatch,
breaking the seal around the tightly-stretched pussy lips. Gwen almost
cried, hugging him with her legs and pleading for him not to go, but
she realized she needn't have worried. He thrust right back in,
slamming deep inside then pulling out and doing it again, establish a
bucking rhythm that plunged the thick black cockroach cock deep into
the little girl's abused young pussy all over again.

Gwen was in Heaven. Her body was ready and her lover was finally giving
her his ultimate gift. She hollered in joy and curled her toes,
thrusting back against the rhythm and lifting her 11-year-old ass off
the ground so she could give her bug mate a deeper angle for his
thrusts. The pointed tip banged against her cervix and the ridged sides
scraped her pussy walls with a delightful friction that sent sparks of
pure ecstasy lancing from her crotch up to her brain. The giant
cockroach latched on her body with its sticky legs was the fulfillment
of all her dreams. Its fluids scraped from its thorax onto her belly
and its meaty prick thrust madly into her tiny cunt.

"YESSSS!" Gwen shrieked, with every pounding thrust. She gasped and
panted and moaned and squealed with excited delight as the mounting
rhythm of pounding bug cock stoked a blaze of fervent passion in her
crotch. She wrapped her legs harder around his shell. She yelled for
him to fuck her deep, to give her bug babies. She pushed her hips
forward with each thrust, knowing that the milking massage her frenzied
pussy was giving her master's cock would soon bring the flood of
frothing green bug sperm that she so strongly desired in her womb. Her
corrupted ova were ready. She wanted to do everything to give her
master as much pleasure as possible and milk as much cockroach cum from
the pounding end of his mighty cock as she could so she could be filled
up with bug babies. This was her only desire now - to breed. To offer
her soaking, immature but fertile cunt to the bug she loved beyond
everything. To be fucked, to be his lover, to be his sow, his bitch,
his delicious little breeding cunt and fuck toy forever.

"Fuck me!" She yelled. "Please! Unnnngh, make me pregnant with your
babies!" She panted her feverish desires into his insectoid face,
staring pleadingly into the facets of his alien eyes. She had never
felt anything like this, never imagined anything so beautiful in her
wildest dreams. "Shove your big bug cock in meeeeeEEEEE!" Gwen's
obscene comments seemed to urge the bug on. It pounded furiously,
moving its whole body to drag the slimy, dripping black bug cock almost
all the way out of the girl's pussy, then ramming it back again with
furious energy. Gwen's existence mounted to a height of ultimate
pleasure that no preteen girl had ever felt before. All of her mind and
thoughts and feelings oriented and focused on her one goal: to breed
with her bug master, to let him spew his potent, twisted seed inside
her endlessly until a beautiful swarm of larval cockroaches swelled in
her pregnant belly.

If Gwen's mother could have seen her precious daughter, she would have
been horrified by the sight of the little girl buck naked and yelling
like a wild animal as she fucked an enormous cockroach to screaming
orgasm, demanding to be bred like the obsessed receptacle of bug semen
that she now was. The mind-numbing sight would have shocked her mother
into unconsciousness, like something out of a dream, or a nightmare.

But it wasn't a dream. This was Gwen's magnificent reality now. The
giant bug fucked the little girl senseless for hours, shoving its thick
cockroach prick into the little girl's rapturous pussy as she writhed
through dozens of orgasms. Gwen's existence oscillated between the
storming highs of each blissful climax, and the grunting, animal heat
of her bug lover pounding and thrusting into her cunt in between,
inflaming her pussy walls with an unbearable passion that swiftly
pushed her over the edge to yet another orgasm. For hours the ridged,
black organ battered the little 11-year-old pussy. For hours Gwen
panted and moaned and begged incoherently for his sperm. She was
sweating profusely, filthy from the dust and dirt of the basement floor
and the slimy oils dripping from her master's thorax. Her perversely
altered body heated up until her blood was boiling in her veins, and at
last, with one climactic pelvic shudder, her bug lover pushed inside
and stayed while a flood of thick greenish insect jism erupted into her
womb.

He really loved her! Tears filled Gwen's eyes even as the most intense
orgasm yet roared through her muscles. He loved her so much that he
fulfilled her begging. The primal wave of hot semen gushing into her
was his gift, and she loved it, loved the second one, and the third.
Spurt after spurt of potent fluid washed up inside the girl's belly,
each one delivering a greenish slush of cum straight into her waiting
cervix. In moments, the tiny womb was full, and still the fluid surged
in like a dam had burst. Her belly began to bulge, swelling with the
mass of internal fluid as if she was already pregnant. She put a hand
on her navel to feel the mounting pressure of her master's love inside
her.

Time and heat ebbed away ever so slowly on a river of euphoria. Gwen
could feel tiny drips of bug sperm slipping out from the tight seal of
their connection and dripping down her asscrack. The smell was
overwhelming: a virile, potent blend of overpowering pheromonic aromas
that conveyed the slimy scent of skittering dark places and oozing
carapaces of vile fluids - every delicious scent that she loved about
her bug master. She lay on her back long after the jerking storm in her
muscles blew itself out, smiling contentedly and patting the smooth
shell of her one and only lover, the bug still twitching spastically
and occasionally spurting more deposits of hot fluid into the ocean
already inside. She knew that deep in her womb, each black ovum was
being sought out by billions of insect-twisted sperm swimming through
the green sludge, burying themselves against the surface and squiggling
through, then dividing and eventually growing into a healthy brood of
swarming young.

After almost ten minutes of being locked to his little breeding cunt,
dumping every drop of semen it could into her, the bug finally twitched
its way to the end of its climax. Greenish swill had leaked from their
intimate connection and pooled on the floor until it had spread out
into a sticky mess of insect cum that coated Gwen's butt and back like
syrup. The cockroach had begun the first step to breed new life,
dumping as much cum in his breeding cunt as possible, but there was one
more thing to do to seal his seed inside and give protection to the
fertilized ova, to offer warmth for the coming larvae.

Gwen was only 11, but she had already fulfilled her most intense desire
in life. She lay on her back contentedly, enjoying how the spreading
pool of leaking cum adhered to her asschecks. Her master pushed deeply
inside her again, and she felt a low hum from his body, and a new
sensation in her cunt: more fluid was oozing from the pores of his bug
penis, but this time it was hot and thick, and it rapidly turned very
sticky, like glue. The fluid pooled up against her cervix and sealed it
tight, and Gwen knew that it was her bug lover's mechanism to keep her
larval babies warm. She patted the chitinous shell. The sealing syrup
felt itchy, but she loved every kind of fluid he put inside her and
accepted them all. Slowly, the bug pulled back, leaving hardening tar-
like sludge behind, until finally it pulled all the way out and thick
dark ooze welled out and mixed with the greenish soup on the floor. It
hardened rapidly, and before Gwen knew it a tight plug of black-brown
resin had formed between her pussy lips. The 11-year-old's pussy had
been locked up tight with all the precious cockroach seed inside.

Gwen felt exhausted now from fulfilling her duty, but she was too
chilly to sleep. Luckily, her instincts told her that the solution to
that problem lay in her bug master's gifts as well. She dug her fingers
into the pool of green slop on the floor and slathered her body with
it, rubbing her lover's warm cum over her bulging tummy, coating her
hips, digging for another dollop with her fingers and smearing it over
her breasts and neck and then licking the green, gooey remains from her
fingers. She knew it would sink into her 11 -year-old body through the
pores of her skin - even more of her lover's fluid inside her - and
settle in her cells where it would keep them warm and work slow changes
on them, so that his smell would become her smell and her body would be
even more pleasing to him, so that her female aroma would contain
pheromones that would tell every other bug male that she already
belonged to a dominant male.

The bug's cum would keep her warm, but she was also hungry. She looked
at him and pointed to her mouth, then opened it wide and stuck out her
tongue.

The bug expected his breeding female's request. Her body needed a large
amount of energy to deal with her growing pregnancy, and he had to feed
her well. He skittered all the way up her body, the rows of legs
pumping around her head and the slimy underside of his chitinous body
filling her vision. Gwen's eyes bulged with desire as the goo- covered
organ came up and the flushed orange head brushed her lips. She
couldn’t wait to taste her lover’s cum. She stretched her jaw as wide
as she could, and welcomed the turgid shaft of bug meat into her mouth.
The bug's cock began slowly pumping into the little girl's sucking
tunnel as she tongued the flaring, pointed glans and the firm ridges
that circled the girth. Every part of it was delicious. Every part of
it was heaven. The little girl licked and sucked and sloshed saliva in
her mouth until the end of the mammoth organ was thoroughly coated,
then began a furious bobbing motion. Her neck twitched rapid jerks up
and down the shaft, sucking off the enormous cockroach looming over her
head. No 11-year-old girl ever sucked a big black cock with such
enthusiasm as Gwen milked her lover's delicious phallus. Her cheeks
blew and her tongue worked until the pointed head was dipping against
the back of her throat. She could feel the swelling flesh, the coming
flood, and she buried the tip against her tonsils, as deep as the big
organ could go, just in time for the flash food of green bug jizz to
spurt out and flood down her throat to her belly. It was hot and
tingly, and oozed down her esophagus like syrup. Gwen could feel her
belly swell with satisfaction as the fluid poured in and kept coming.
She pulled back with a slight pop, dislodging the bug cock from her
throat, and began sloshing the waning current of fluid around with her
tongue, sucking every drop of nasty insect semen from her lover's cock
like a little baby sucking milk from her mommy’s breast. The spurts of
slimy green ambrosia finally slowed to a trickle. It was the most
delicious thing she had ever tasted, like sweet syrup with a sharp,
musky undercurrent of male bug potency baked into the flavor. She
licked his cock clean without wasting even one drop.

Now with a full stomach and a stuffed pussy and a drying coat of hot
cum on her skin, she finally dozed off. Her slumber was filled with
fevered dreams of her human DNA merging with twisted insect DNA to
create new life in the steaming depths of her belly.

The bug looked at his mate: the little girl slept soundly in a pool of
stinking, greenish cum, her flawless white skin contrasting with the
wretched deposits of dark, greenish bug semen. It dried on her breasts,
it coated her nipples, it dripped gooey trickles down her belly to pool
in her delicate navel. Globs of green coated her lips and chin where it
had spilled out of her mouth faster than she could swallow. Her once-
golden hair was a dirty, tangled mat flecked with green spurts and
adhering everywhere to the sticky mess where her back met the floor.
The rapturous smile exuded a pure character of sweet innocence on the
sleeping girl's face, as if her mother had told her a cheerful bedtime
story, but Gwen's grin was from her dream of an endless mass of tiny
larval bug bodies slowly growing in her womb, the itching heat in her
belly keeping them warm and the plug on her womb keeping them safe
until the happy day that they could be born as healthy cockroach
babies.

Her breeding was complete. She would sleep for a few hours and then the
bug would need to feed her again. In the meantime, he had another task.
Sorting through all the images from the little female’s mind, it knew
there was another little female in the house, a girl smooth and supple
and with only a slightly less immature cunt. She would be his mate too,
would be stuffed with bug spunk until her belly swelled with a swarm of
larvae, like every female would be.

                                  ~*~                                   

Julie was lying on her stomach, chewing gum and listening to her music
when she suddenly felt something heavy skittering up her leg. She
turned her head, and screamed in terror to see the gigantic bug, as big
as a dog, that had crawled up on the bed and straddled her thighs. She
ripped off her headphones and snatched at her nightstand, trying to get
her phone, trying to get anything, but the bug lunged up onto her back,
wrapping its insectile arms all around her torso and pinning her to the
bed. She shrieked and twisted, trying to throw the bug off, but the
segmented legs were locked tight around her hips and sides. Her
flailing hands knocked the lamp and the alarm clock off the little
table. The awful thing was moving up her body, mandibles clicking,
making a chittering sound in her ear. Julie could feel a syrupy fluid
seeping through the back of her shirt and rubbing across her bottom
where her skirt was being pushed up. The sludge oozed onto her
struggling bottom where the filthy thorax was rubbing against it and
dribbled down onto her cotton panties. And what was that poking
sensation against her privates? The little 13-year-old had a sudden,
horrible realization, and she screamed again and thrashed, but the
adrenaline dumped into her veins came too late. The bug extended his
special tentacles and dipped them carefully into the struggling little
cunt's ears, and she suddenly went limp as the currents of bug
brainwashing began to swirl in her head. It was game over for the
little girl.

With delight, the cockroach pushed the needled tips of its feelers
farther into the soft flesh of her inner ears. It knew that the
breeding cunt was paralyzed and helpless, and as the insectile buzzing
grew louder and louder in her skull, the bug's mind dipped deep inside,
exploring every nook and cranny.

Friends. Boys. Classes from school. Everything on the surface was
stripped away. The bug injected the images of himself breeding little
Gwen into Julie's innocent mind, images of his thick bug cock slamming
into her cunt while she screamed in delight, visions of the girl's
euphoria as the swill of bug semen spurted up inside her and mingled
with her corrupted ovaries, starting the speedy process of growing into
larval bug babies in her womb. The boys were supplanted by raging
desires for handsome cockroach flesh in all of her tiny holes. The
friends were enhanced, memories filling of the times that Julie had
shared delicious bug cocks with them, how she and Amber would double-
team a blowjob on powerful cockroach dicks, licking up the firm, black
shaft of oily filth and taking turns bobbing eagerly on the fist-sized
tip. Her head was filled with long days in class daydreaming about
stinking greenish bug semen splattering on her face, filling her mouth
and throat, or being rammed into her pussy on the end of a thrusting
bug prick. She knew her purpose in life: the bug used the knowledge of
its other little breeding cunt as an example, filling Julie up with a
burning desire to be fucked and bred.

She had wanted to become a model. She was due to start at a modelling
school at the end of the year. No more. Her passion and eagerness were
harnessed and fed into the yearning dream of accepting a pounding
cockroach cock into her tiny pussy and welcoming its flood of greenish
semen, the joy of her belly swelling with each new brood of grubs, and
the heavenly feeling of their slippery larval bodies sliding out of her
during birth so she could repeat the breeding cycle again.

Images of naked little Gwen flooded her mind, filling the final gaps.
Slender and still too young to have hair on her pussy yet or anything
more than the barest hint of a pair of mounds around her sweet nipples,
she had been the first to be bred by her bug lover. Julie felt beads of
moisture quickening on the lips of her lightly-fuzzed cunt. How she
envied Gwen! To be the first to be pounded to submission by the
thumping rod of cockroach meat and to take the filthy slime of his
greenish cum inside - it was almost more than she could bear. Her
little sister got everything first. But it was alright. They could be
together now as a loving pair of little breeding cunts should be, both
sharing the liquid love their bug master pounded into them and bellies
swelling up with the life of his cockroach babies.

For 2 hours, the giant cockroach perched on the catatonic little girl's
body, straddling her legs, leaking its eager oils onto her shirt and
the bare asscheeks under her pushed-up skirt. 2 hours to permanently
corrupt the 13 year-old’s virgin mind. Just like with Gwen, Julie’s
mind was left with one final memory: a happy image of the time they
were together as a family at the beach, both girls and their mother
lying back on the sand and hugging each other with happy smiles while a
friend took their picture. The final sticky strand of insect influence
snapped into place, and it was replaced with the fantasy of all three
of them lying on their backs in the basement, naked bodies ensconced in
beds of filthy resin. Julie and her mom's bellies were swollen almost
to bursting from their pregnancy, and Gwen was beside them nursing the
larvae of her newborn brood from her tiny tits. Happy, loving smiles
were on all their faces as they hugged each other. It was the best kind
of dream a little girl could have, a deep, idyllic, intensely personal
rendering of a girl's view of her loving family. She had always wanted
them all to be happy, even her little squirt of a sister. The yearning
for this dream was embedded deep in the foundation of her new self.
Julie mind’s was now fixed for good.

Bristled feelers slithered out of her ears. Julie woke with her head
resting facedown on the pillow of her bed. Every part of her was filled
with an aching longing, a desperate need for a purpose she couldn't yet
identify. It was almost unbearable. She wanted to cry. Feeling sticky
all along her back, she slowly turned over, then broke into a glorious
smile when she saw her lover standing on the floor, feelers waving
about excitedly. He was what she needed! Here was her master that would
fix her on the course of her new, wonderful life. Her pussy was already
moist, lips quivering with anticipation. Julie was old enough to
already know everything about sex, so her new mind began to work faster
than Gwen's had. She kneeled on the floor and embraced the hard
carapace. A growing little girl's mind tends to fill up with dreams of
falling in love and getting married, and of course having sex for her
first time. For Julie, the joy of every one of those things was
bursting in her mind at once. She bent to kiss the slimy head,
lavishing her affection and gratitude on her master for choosing
someone so unworthy like her.

Julie tore her clothes off as she followed the bug down the stairs.
This pink shirt that she had loved because it was one size too small
and showed off her navel - disgusting! All it did was keep her master
from gazing on the growing mounds of her sweet 13-year-old tits. She
ripped the thin cloth and hurled the scraps away, then did the same for
the garment underneath. Much better. And what a ridiculous blue wrap
around her waist! It was short, barely hanging to her upper thighs, but
even that was much too long. It kept her smooth skin hidden and her
perky bottom concealed. She shoved it down and stepped out of it, then
tossed it on the couch. The final horror was revealed: a scrap of thin
purple cotton ran across her hips and down over her pussy. The impudent
fabric covered her dripping slit, outrageously standing between the
beloved insect cock she longed to receive and the delicious warmth of
her tingling pussy. She yanked them down and dropped them as she
descended the basement steps. Torture, for a young girl to have to wear
something so terrible. They had been expensive clothes, but to Julie
they were now just filthy rags. The only covering she needed was her
master's body, clutching her torso as he fucked her to screaming
oblivion. The passion of pounding insect prick in her pussy would keep
her warm.

The bug surveyed his new breeding cunt as she walked naked across the
gloom of the basement. Her smell was already changing, the tantalizing
smell of a fertile 13-year-old girl mixing with the oily tang of exuded
insect pheromones. She was just a little older than the other, with a
humble pair of growing breasts and a perky, wiggling ass that any boy
would have killed for. The flesh of her weak body was slightly tanned,
giving it a healthy golden hue, and her long, dark hair hung to her
waist in a river of healthy curls.

Julie's knees went weak at the sight of her lover looking her over
approvingly. He was so lovely, with a handsome, full thorax and an
imposing carapace. The potent insect smell was heaven to her nose. How
had such a wonderful creature chosen her and little Gwen to be its
breeding cunts? Had any pair of girls ever been so lucky? Julie looked
over and saw her naked 11-year-old sister sleeping on her back in a
syrupy pool of stinking greenish bug cum. Her belly was already
swelling slightly from the pressure of the fluid and the growing life
inside, and her naked body was slathered with drying streaks of dark
oils and rich green bug semen. The sight brought a flood of fluid
gushing from her pussy - she had never seen anything so hot. Her
fingers jerked down to her slit of their own accord and rubbed
furiously, sliding along her blushing lips and dipping inside. The
thought of it flared pink pleasure in her cunt: little Gwen, her
annoying little sister, being suddenly pushed down by the big bug
climbing on her back, thrashing and struggling in fear, then being
pounded all afternoon with thick bug cock until her belly swelled with
insect cum. She was almost jealous that Gwen had experienced it first.
Every little girl should be so lucky, to twist and shriek with joy on
the end of the bouncing cock of her bug master until millions of insect
sperm flooded out and swam into her womb. Her fingers worked furiously,
digging deeper into the spasming warmth as she tickled her clit with
her thumb, and the biggest orgasm of her life suddenly surged through
her body. It was too much - she collapsed onto her knees, arms and legs
shaking, crying out from the sheer horny joy of seeing the aftermath of
her sister being fucked by the bug they both loved so much.

She couldn't wait any longer. She had barely wrested control of her
quaking muscles back from her fading orgasm when she leaned forward
onto her hands and knees and dropped her head on the floor. Looking
back at her cockroach lover, she thrust her butt in the air and spread
her legs wide open. Do it to me too, please. Her gasping pleas were
incoherent with lust. There was nothing more she desired than to share
this heavenly experience with her sister. Fuck me like a dog, breed me
like a pig, her eyes said. She reached back and spread her pussy with
her fingers, whimpering at her approaching master. Her desire was firm
and her purpose was crystal-clear. She lived only to be bred, to
screech her way to endless orgasms on thrusting cockroach prick and
birth beautiful larval babies. Just like her sister. She no longer felt
any animosity, no jealousy or the slightest hint of resentment. She
loved her little sister beyond words, almost as much as she loved her
bug mate that was eagerly climbing up her bottom and fixing its sticky
legs around her naked waist. Gwen and her could be together now.

Gwen woke up to the sounds of wild panting and shrieking. Her sister
Julie was face-down on the floor, naked and filthy with dark oil from
the pumping dog-sized cockroach on her back, screaming at him to fuck
her harder, to permanently defile her reproductive organs and give her
his bug babies. The sight lifted her heart with joy. A new breeding
cunt for her lover! She was so happy. Julie and she had been close when
they were younger, and now they could grow close again, sharing the
most intimate bond a pair of little sisters could share: a thrusting
cockroach dick in their pussies around the clock. Her eyes were drawn
to the tiny trickle of blood winding its way down Julie's thigh, then
up to the mammoth, glistening organ ramming in and out of her sister's
cunt, fascinated by the rhythmic spreading of her sister's pussy lips
as the uneven, twisting ridges shoved their way past. Julie pounded her
fists on the floor, hollering in tears as yet another orgasm ripped
through her body. Her scattered hair bounced on her back as each
powerful thrust banged her pelvis and arched her spine. The sight was
like a precious gift to Gwen. She drank it in, admiring the powerful
hammerblows of her virile lover at her big sister's cunt, how her butt
jiggled and her back arched and her throat clenched around each
ecstatic howl. It was like everything right with the world right in
front of her. Julie had a weak, flimsy body of pink flesh just like she
did, but her master's thick shell covered its backside, protecting it,
coupling with the inferior little cunt and completing her with the gift
of bug juice in her gut. Gwen loved him so much, loved them both. The
clicking mandibles and swaying feelers stirred boiling arousal in the
depths of her cunt like the sight of a boy never could. The powerful
thorax clung tightly to its little breeding cunt and the imposing
abdomen pounded away, driving the powerful bug cock deep into the tiny
little girl. He was so strong and handsome, and he'd give Julie a huge
brood of swirling larvae in her gut just like he had done for Gwen.

She looked down at her own swollen belly - it was just a bit bigger now
than when she had gone to sleep, and eerie motions seemed to stir about
faintly just under the skin. Contentedly, she stroked it, knowing that
soon she would fulfil her new purpose in life. There was a heat and a
slight itch growing just beneath her stomach as her body adjusted to
the expanding mass of life inside. She would get so much bigger - she
could hardly wait.

Julie was panting and moaning incoherently, chin rubbing on the dusty
floor and spittle dribbling from her lips. Her eyes rolled up and her
legs kicked involuntarily as another orgasm raced through her body. The
bug on top of her kept pounding away, slamming its meat into the little
13-year-old girl's pussy with abandon. Gwen traced her sticky hands
down to her own pussy and began to rub the lips around the resinous
plug and flick her clit. She had never seen anything hotter than her
own sister face-down under a giant cockroach being fucked senseless.
Her master could mate for hours - that's how long it took to prepare
his special seed. Enough time for a lucky girl to orgasm dozens of
times. It was pure bliss, having that firm rod crammed into your tight
pussy. Her fingers rubbed savagely at the exposed parts of her
genitals, and each bump against the hard plug sent a ecstatic surge
vibrating up her pussy walls all the way to her cervix.

Julie shouted and quaked and bucked her hips back between each orgasm,
and then collapsed into insensate bliss when each one exploded fresh
into her brain. Gwen couldn't tell how long it went on. Her own fingers
drove her body through one orgasm after another, watching the sight of
the giant black bug prick thrusting into her sister. Finally, his
powerful motions increased to a furious tempo, and his little girl
fuckstick slammed home with one colossal smash, splitting the 13-year-
old pussy and stretching the lips around the engorged girth almost to a
breaking point. Julie shrieked and pounded her arms and legs against
the floor, bucking like a wild animal from the sensations rocking her
body, but the heavy cockroach kept its perch on her back with its
sticky legs. In her mind's eye Gwen could see the oily black liquid
spewing out and rushing through her sister's cervix, up into her womb,
filling the gap with vile sludge that crept down her Fallopian tubes
until they found the weak, pitiful human reproductive organs at the
ends. Bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter, they oozed over it and
seeped inexorably into them, twisting each cell with infusions of
beautiful insect DNA until the destruction of their human fertility was
complete and they began to change to their better purpose. Gwen
rejoiced. She shouted wordless cries of love to her sister as they both
shuddered through torrents of raging climaxes. She urged her lover on,
yelling for the quivering black cock stuffed in the tiny pussy to flood
her sister with life-giving bug semen until her belly bulged from the
pressure just like Gwen's did.

After it was done, Julie collapsed onto her side in a thick pool of
dark greenish cum like her sister, with a thickening cum plug of
hardening resin stuffed between the puffy lips of her cunt. It would
lock the precious syrup inside and keep her fertilized eggs warm as
they grew into a swarm of squirming larvae. No 13-year-old girl ever
wore such an expression of blissful satisfaction on her face as Julie
did right then. No new clothes, no iPhone, no thrill from a boy, no
happy sensation in Julie's entire young life could have ever come close
to matching the joy she felt knowing that there was now a brood of
insect babies growing deep in her barely-ripe body.

When she opened her eyes and saw Gwen looking down at her, love on her
face, her happiness multiplied. She had always felt a little guilty
about turning her sister away. They used to be inseparable, talking all
the time, sharing every secret under the sun and giggling as they told
jokes to each other late into the night. All of that was past,
irrelevant. Now, the two young, naked girls, lying in pools of
cockroach cum, talked about how much they adored their lover, how tasty
his cum was, how thrilling his smell was, how wonderful it was to have
the twisted, nasty dick thrusting into their pussies. And again and
again, their conversation turned to how they both wanted to have many,
many of his babies. Thousands. Millions. An endless swarm of beautiful
cockroach children, their gift to the one that had given such a shining
purpose and direction to their formerly pointless lives.

They broke off when Julie's stomach growled. She was terribly hungry.
Rolling onto her back and pointing to her mouth, she watched her lover
approach and climb up her chest. The skittering legs caressed her soft
skin and breasts, then climbed higher up her head until the dangling,
ridged monstrosity of a cock was bumping against her lips. Eagerly,
Julie licked and sucked, bobbing her head on the firm meat until a
geyser of sweet warm slush erupted from the end. She had never tasted
anything like it, never tasted anything so monumentally delicious - a
heated, flowing pudding that tingled rapturously on her tongue and
tickled delightfully as it slid down to her stomach.

Gwen was next. The bug knew he needed to keep both of his pregnant
breeding cunts well fed. It twitched its feelers in glee as the little
girls bobbed and licked and sucked each wonderful spurt from his
sensitive cock. His seed had all the nutrients a healthy, growing girl
could need as she nursed a brood of cockroach young in her belly.

Both sisters were panting with contentment after their meal. Julie
hugged her little sister and kissed her on the mouth, stray globs of
green goop rubbing between the contact of their lips and naked chests,
then she leaned back next to her. Her tanned body had insect cum all
over her knees and thighs and arms, and stray green blobs around her
nipples and lips too from her pregnant sister's embrace. She dipped her
fingers in the sludge on the floor and rubbed even more of it on her
belly, swirling it around until her skin gleamed with a greenish- black
sheen in the fading light. It would sink into her pores, mark her as
insect property for life, change her scent to an aroma even more
pleasing to her master. What girl needed clothes? She had her master's
cum to cover her. What girl needed food or drink? His spunk satisfied
her appetite better than anything she had ever consumed. What girl
needed anything in life more than the thrill of thrusting bug dick in
her pussy and the hot itch of larval young in her womb? She drifted
off. She and Gwen no longer had any need for human things. Everything
they wanted, everything they desired, was already seeping into the
cells of their body and fertilizing new life deep inside their flesh.

                                  ~*~                                   

Angie was smiling, humming a little tune to herself as she came in the
door and shut it behind her. She rested her back against it with a
sigh. Her date had been great, and afterwards her boyfriend had fucked
her silly and left a huge helping of semen inside her. She loved to go
bareback, loved the feel of a thick penis sliding around deep inside
her, and most of all she loved the feeling of the heavy spurts of warm
fluid squishing up the tunnel of her pussy, seeping into her womb, the
leftovers trickling out later in white drips.

She went to her bedroom and undressed, looking at herself in the mirror
as she did so. She was only 25, fit, healthy, slender, with a knockout
pair of natural tits. She turned side-to-side, examining the perfect
profile of her curving hips and waist. Not a hint of pregnancy marred
her skin or breasts. Her cunt was a clean-shaven, inviting crevice of
pert pink lips. She had a trim belly and a tight, jiggly butt that
every guy ogled as they walked past. She loved it, loved how they
looked at her. She knew the sight of her in her typical skin- tight
jeans and shirt could trigger the carnal desires coded deep inside them
to bend her over and fuck her until they left a thick helping of baby
batter inside her snug cunt.

Her enthusiasm for cocks and their sweet, milky deposits was why she
had 2 daughters already at such a young age. She had started early.
Maybe she'd have a third. The thought filled her with a warm thrill.
She pulled down her panties and stood naked, holding them up for a
sniff: yup, white spots speckled the fabric, mixing with the general
dampness from her own excitement. Maybe another baby was already
growing inside her.

Speaking of her kids, where were Julie and Gwen? Locked in their rooms
probably. The girls had got along splendidly when they were younger,
but once Julie crossed the 10-year mark, the pre-teenager angst had
begun to set in. They used to be inseparable, doing everything
together, having so much in common. Angie thought they just needed
something else to share, something they both really loved, to bring
them together again as a family.

She threw on a loose crop top and a short skirt, foregoing the panties
by tossing them in the hamper. She liked to go free, and she needed to
do laundry anyway. After dressing she went to look for the girls.

Julie's room was empty. She pushed the door the rest of the way open
and wondered where she went. Her computer chair was sitting at an angle
- that was odd - and her lamp was on the floor while her headphones
dangled from the edge of the desk as though she had left abruptly. Left
to see a boy, probably. She was that age. Angie supposed she'd have to
give her the talk about sex soon, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
She hated using condoms herself, and the thought of her daughters
wiggling and orgasming on the end of a pumping cock like she had done
at their age made her strangely aroused. Little girls had insatiable
energy. She wanted to make sure Julie was getting some kind of cock
stuffed inside her before she was 14, just to settle her down. Maybe a
boy at school would knock little Julie up, Angie thought, but she would
prefer if a man did it. She'd already broached the idea to her
boyfriend and he seemed to like it. Both Julie and Gwen had seen him
naked, seen his cock, and no guy would pass up a chance to fuck a sweet
little pair of 11 and 13-year- old sisters. Julie should be first, and
if it worked, Gwen could be next.

The thought hung in her mind, refusing to fade as she went down the
hall and checked Gwen's room. Empty. Little Gwen, only 11, her pregnant
belly bulging obscenely and hanging down in a slight paunch. She found
she liked the idea. She could imagine her little girl lying on the bed
each night, holding a hand to her belly, feeling the kicks of the life
inside her.

"Gwen? Julie?" She went out into the hall, calling their names, and got
only silence. Well maybe they were out fucking. They definitely weren't
here. That was just fine. She could play with the new toy she had
bought. It had looked somewhat...smaller when she ordered it online.
The website had promised "discrete packaging", but the box had arrived
emblazoned with the logo: 12-INCH VEINED DRAGON DILDO - WIDE. Luckily
she had snatched the box off the porch before the girls could see it.

She decided to go to the kitchen and get something to eat first. Her
bare feet shuffled over the carpet in the heavy silence. It was so
quiet she could hear the clock ticking, the light tap-tap-tap, sound
pattering from high up on the wall.

What was this? A small green blotch on the carpet caught her eye, like
something had been spilled, or leaked. She bent down and sniffed it,
the short skirt pulling up and exposing her bare cunt to the empty
house. It smelled musky, foul, and oddly potent. She spotted her blue
pareo lying on the carpet near the hallway. How did that get out here?
Gwen probably. Angie knew she had been taking more of an interest as
she developed sexually. It wasn't the first piece of her wardrobe that
had been filched. Angie walked over and spotted Julie's skirt draped on
the edge of the couch.

Slobs. She'd have to teach her girls to be more clean, not to leave
their clothes everywhere. Looking more closely at the skirt, she
noticed something odd: the button had been ripped off, as if its
threads had worn down...or been torn off in haste.

And what was that smell? Angie sniffed, following her nose. Was it
coming from the basement? The door was cracked open. She usually left
it shut. A pungent odor breathed from the dark slit, like something
damp and fetid. She opened the door and was greeted by the wooden steps
descending into the gloom of the basement. The pitiful hanging bulb was
so dim it was about to go out. It was just too dark for her to see much
of anything, but she could barely make out something purple laying on
the steps a few feet down.

What was that!? Angie whirled around, short skirt flaring briefly
before settling against her hips. Just the clock, ticking rapidly. Too
rapidly. It was probably broken. It WAS broken, she remembered. The
battery had run out weeks ago. The clicking came from above her.

She looked up just in time to see a dark shape the size of a large dog
dropping from the ceiling. Horror hit her in a wave as the thing
crashed against her and knocked her to the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" she
thought, twisting on the carpet. Insectile legs locked around the sides
of her body, and the slimy surface of a black carapace filled her
vision and crushed her head down to the carpet.

IT'S A GIANT FUCKING BUG! Her mind whirled in panic. The thing's legs
scrabbled madly for leverage against her sides. Angie screamed and
tried to push it away, but it was much heavier than it looked. The
revolting thing was almost exactly like a cockroach, but with way more
legs and a beetle-like shell. She HATED bugs. Her life had been filled
with a panicky phobia of every kind of skittering pest. And was that
really a...a...a big dripping bug cock? Hanging underneath it? The
brief instant that she froze, gaping at the arm-sized monstrosity was
all the time the bug needed. Its barbed legs finally caught in Angie's
skirt and it reared up toward her head, long feelers twitching. Angie
screamed again, seeing a million versions of herself in the facets of
the huge insectile eyes that leered at her with their alien gaze. She
heaved and twisted one last time, managing to turn over onto her
stomach, and pushed.

It held on, clamping legs around her waist and torso, scratching her
skin. She only made it a few feet. The bug pushed her down again as she
collapsed. She could feel the dark fluid of the slimy creature smearing
on her skin like oil. Her skirt was pushed up, her top had ripped open
in the struggle with the barbed legs, letting her tits hang down
tantalizingly. She shuddered in revulsion as a slick and dreadfully
hard part of the bug's anatomy rubbed across her bare slit.

The bug was ecstatic! This prey was ripe, healthy, fully mature - and
huge! Its two little breeding cunts in the basement would be able to
pump out a lot of young, but nothing like the full-grown womb of this
one. It pushed down again, halting her struggles with a press against
the carpet, and extended its special jointed feelers towards the
openings on the side of the whimpering creature's head. They pushed in,
delicately, slithering into her ear canals, the tiny needles piercing
the skin at the ends with experienced precision. There was so much to
do here, so much to rewrite and reprogram in this woman's mind. The
tiniest of vibrations began as the tips sunk towards each other in her
head, and her screaming halted.

The bug pushed a little farther and got to work, unravelling the self
of this breeding cunt and stringing it back together with the slimy
glue of its own instincts. There was so much to work with, so many more
memories and thoughts and passions than those of the two little girls
it had ravished. Gone were the happy memories of Angie's childhood,
replaced with even happier memories of pounding cockroach organs in
every one of her holes since her very first memory as a toddler. Her
mom had usually left her in the crib with a few undersized cockroach
masters for company, and they had worked the 2-year old’s mouth and
cunt and tiny asshole, training the delicious holes for their role to
come. Her weekends at the park were transformed, her mom taking little
Angie there and then both females lying down and offering their cunts
to the master bugs that wandered the area. Mom could always get them to
cum first no matter which hole she used, but the tips she gave little
Angie helped her become a master bug cocksucker and fucker. School was
endless lessons in cockroach breeding habits and her glorious role in
them, chemistry became bug semen appreciation classes where the girls
sampled frothing green bug spunk from streaming flasks, homeroom was
rolldown diagrams of detailed bug genital anatomy, and her favorite,
PE, was stripped away and replaced with the delighted memories of
bending down on the gym floor with the rest of the girls and thrusting
her ass in the air until one of the swarm of her bug masters mounted
her with its scaly body and legs and pumped into her tiny cunt, leaving
a sloshing deposit of green fluid that overflowed and ran down her legs
onto the polished floor.

Julie and Gwen's births had been the happiest memories of her life. Now
it was clear that was because the two little girls could become more
willing cunts for their master. She had reared them until this joyous
day. Now her master had come, and she could give up her human womb and
bear broods of little cockroach babies just like she had always wanted.

And there was even more here the bug could use. The revolting fear of
insects was twisted and replaced with an equally powerful fetish for
every lovely feature of the superior bug body: longing for the warmth
of their chitinous shells, desperate desire to feel their legs rubbing
against her sides and the feelers probing her naked body and tits, and
of course, the ecstasy of a thick bug cock slamming home in her pussy,
flooding it with green gunk and impregnating her with its brood.

The buzzing finally stopped. The cockroach pulled its feelers out of
Angie's ears and let her up. It had taken hours, but the first step of
preparing this little cunt for proper insemination and breeding was
done.

Angie sat up, dazed. Her insides burned with a palpable emptiness and a
crushing need beyond words, but she could see the beautiful source of
her desire was right in front of her. The sight was so overwhelming
that she almost burst into tears as she gazed with adoration at her bug
master. His shining carapace was strong and thick, his feelers nimble
as they swayed and twitched in the air. The image of herself was
mirrored a thousand times over in the multi-faceted eyes, each one a
reflection of her devotion to him. He was wonderful, glorious,
everything she had ever wanted. This was the best day of her life. She
knew her purpose as a breeder cunt and she yearned to start
immediately, but she couldn't help taking a moment to drop to her knees
and embrace the insectile visage, kissing the face, sticking her tongue
out and letting the mandibles of the creature's mouth squeeze it and
coat it with musky fluid. Her pussy itched, thirsty. She wanted him
inside her, needed him, needed the hungry pounding bug cock spreading
her pussy and shoving inside.

She hopped up and eagerly ripped off the tattered remains of her top
and skirt. What filthy human things! It was so much better to be naked,
nothing standing between her soft, vulnerable skin and the virile
carapace and hungry flesh and leaking fluids of her master's body. The
giant cockroach waited on the carpet, feelers waving expectantly, and
Angie turned and rushed down into the basement.

What she saw was a joy beyond words. Gwen and Julie lay on their backs
in pools of oily, thickening liquid, cunts plugged tight with hardening
resin and greenish bug juice smeared all over their cunts, their
stomachs, their faces and mouths. She gave a wordless cry, embracing
them both, kissing them before lying down eagerly between them. It was
even better than the days she had given birth to them. Now they could
all be together as a family again, fulfilling their wonderful purpose
of bug breeding, what all their cunts and their bodies had been made
for. No more of those ridiculous human things, Angie thought. Now her
life was complete, all their lives were. Her family was the luckiest
alive because they could share this, the most special thing in the
world, with each other forever.

Angie spread her legs in anticipation as the bug skittered up her
belly. She looked down eagerly and saw the tool of her satisfaction:
the massive, imposing bug phallus, as thick as a rolling pin and with a
glans as big as her fist, slimy with the combined juices of its own
oils and cum and the excited fluids from the insides of both of her
daughters. It thumped against her belly as her master locked its legs
around her naked body and prepared to mount her. Her muscles began to
tremble. Nothing in all her life could have prepared her for the wild
anticipation swirling in her loins as the bug dick lined its pointed
tip up to her pussy.

The bug primed itself at the opening of its new breeding cunt. This one
might take a bit longer, but it was up to the task. Already it could
feel the slow changes working in the bodies of the little girls, the
arousing pheromones radiating from their pores after their fresh
conception, signalling their happiness and contentment and their
stirring excitement as they both watched the impending defilement of
their mother with wide eyes and eager smiles. The cunt was eager,
already wiggling her pink hips under him, urging him on, begging and
pleading for the corrupting influence of his cock to slam into her and
fill her with black seed.

Angie screamed again, this time in joy instead of fright, as the heavy
prick thrust its way inside her. Toes curling, fingers clenching, legs
crossing and locking behind the firm shell of her insect overlord, she
moaned and gasped and shrieked fiercely as the thrusting cockroach
pounded its ample rod inside her. It slammed in and out, spreading her
mature pussy and ramming inch after inch of bug fuckmeat into her cunt
until the wild rhythm crested to a boiling surge of passion that roiled
in her cunt. Was he getting bigger? The tumescent flesh seemed to grow
slightly more with each shove, scraping her pussy walls until she
thought her body would burst. He was as big as a horse! She yelled out
with crazy abandon, spreading her legs as wide as she could, screaming
with each hammering jolt to her pelvis.

The bigger tunnel of this new breeder would require a larger girth than
the tiny cunts of the little girls, the bug knew. Instinctually, it
made the internal changes necessary, retaining even more fluid under
the bulging ridges of its already ample cock, swelling up inside her to
an incredible size and drawing another scream as it pounded the weak,
pink body. To seal properly, it had to grow enough to strain the
pitiful flesh to its utmost limit without breaking it.

Twisting and writhing, Angie slapped the floor and jerked crazily as
her first insect-induced orgasm detonated in her brain. The power of
the tremendous rod of firm bugcock penetrating her body and stretching
her pussy like a wild pumping stallion blew her into a gale of pink
lightning that flashed behind her eyes and shattered her senses. She
roared through the most intense, most climactic apocalypse of an orgasm
that she had ever had in her life. No weak, pathetic human cock, not
the priest she had lost her virginity to at Catholic school at 8, or
the enormous black basketball player she had dated in college, or any
of her endless litany of boyfriends, could have compared to the firm,
powerful, girth moving deep inside her. Every cell of her brain sizzled
and exploded like a firework. The thrusting rhythm in her cunt burned
like a maelstrom of fire. She chewed her lip and arched her spine and
reached out with her arms, flailing spastically. They caught, and she
steadied her rolling eyes long enough to see her two daughters above
her, both of them lying back and furiously frigging their sealed
pussies with one hand while holding her clutching hands with the other.

Mother and daughters joined in a triangle of furiously intense passion
as their shared orgasm rolled through all three, the pregnant daughters
grasping their shaking mom's hands as the giant bug that had ravished
and repurposed them both thrust violently into their beloved mother,
defiling the womb they had come from with rigid bug cock. It was
magnificent, the kind of treasured family memory you photographed and
hung on the hallway wall. Superior bug flesh pounded into their
mother's shaved cunt, driving her pelvis on the floor and flopping her
gorgeous tits back and forth. Gwen and Julie held hands with the woman
who had given birth to them, watching her receive the greatest gift,
knowing her womb and ovaries would never have to bear the indignity of
conceiving weak, fleshy human bodies ever again. Gwen watched the dark
oils drip onto her mother's stomach with fascination as the hours went
on, helping the uneven underside of her master's thorax slide along her
mother's smooth belly. Julie's eyes bulged at the horse-like organ
shuddering along its length every time it bottomed out in her mother's
cunt, glistening with cunt juices and jellied bug goop every time the
gargantuan length pulled back out for another thrust. She had no idea
he could get so big! Whatever the size of his little breeding cunt of
choice, he could fit and stretch it to the limit. Angie moaned and
arched her back wildly from the raw pleasure of the tumescent pole of
bug fuckmeat violating her cunt. She had lost track of time long ago.
Endlessly, the pumping cockroach slammed against her pelvis, bringing
her to the dizzying heights of climax, and she was just beginning to
wonder if she would lose her mind when a final powerful penetration
hammered the cockroach prick home in her pussy and it erupted with a
flood of hot brown syrup deep into her fertile belly. The twitching
flesh throbbed even larger as the ejaculate poured in, sealing her cunt
up tight as it flooded with special bug juice.

Angie twisted in ecstasy. She knew the weak human cum left inside her
was being hunted down and devoured by her master's stronger fluid. It
would no longer taint her. Her womb had served her well, giving her her
two daughters, but now it was being changed to the purpose she had
always longed for. Shudders ran up and down her body between successive
orgasms, feeling the black ooze fill the space, feeling her ovaries
shrivel and begin to transform, her body becoming ripe for the coming
bug seed.

The little cunts had only taken a few hours, but the bug took a day for
its large breeder, keeping an airtight seal around the thick, slimy
prick while the gift locked inside her body did its jobs thoroughly.
Angie was reduced to a gasping, heaving wreck of a woman after her
hundredth orgasm. Her hair was strung out and stuck everywhere to the
sludgy floor. Drying bug semen and insect fluids crusted on her back,
on her buttocks, and all over her shoulders. Her jerking muscles would
barely obey, exhausted from twitching their way from climax to endless
climax. Her daughters helped, knowing how much more work the bug's
juice would have to do on their mother's fully- grown body. They shared
the cockroach cum from their own bodies, slathering it on their
mother's breasts, coating her lips and letting her lick them clean.
Selflessly they gifted what their master had so freely given them. Gwen
pulled her mother's hair back lovingly and coated Angie's neck with
greenish sludge while Julie dipped her fingers into the puddles and
brought a generous dollop of green bug juice to her mother's mouth.
Angie swallowed, gratefulness in her eyes, and Julie reached down to
kiss her on the lips just as the leaking, twitching bug cock stuffed
inside Angie sent another storm of ecstasy roaring up from her crotch.

Eventually, the pace slackened. Angie heaved with exertion. She didn't
know how long she had been in this darkness, being fucked by her
cockroach master, sharing its sweet juices with her daughters. She
wanted it to never end. She cried out in despair when she felt the firm
flesh pull back slightly, breaking the seal on her cunt that had lasted
so long. But her daughters comforted her with gentle pats, and she
knew: the thick, odorous slime slowing oozing out of the insect dick
and hardening in her tunnel began to plug the space up tight, corking
the ocean of sloshing green bug juice inside her belly where it could
fertilize and ferment into a brood of squirming, larval bug babies.

With a wet pop, the fist-sized glans popped out of Angie's cunt for the
first time in days, trailing snot-like runners of blackish-brown goop
from the tip that dripped down and quickly hardened like glue against
her cunt.

She rested, exhausted, her daughters next to her. They were hungry, so
their master fed them. The girls needed no lessons in cocksucking,
Angie saw. Their love for cockroach dick gave them all the skill they
needed to coax every green drop of fluid from the meaty stick. They
swallowed it all eagerly until their stomachs were stuffed full and the
excess goop bubbled down their lips and chins to flow in disgusting
rivulets over their little girl tits. Their two little bellies were
already swelling, signs of life stirring just under the tight surfaces,
and as Angie placed a hand on her own bulging tummy she knew she wasn't
far behind.

Angie couldn't help it: she reached out an arm for each, and hugged
each of her daughters to her, crying with happiness. They were beyond
precious to her, and the shared heaven of being a cockroach breeder,
their cunts being used to bear endless broods of insect young for their
master, was more joy than she could bear.

She looked to her side, where Julie was resting her head against her
mother's shoulder. Sweet little Julie, her tiny tits criss-crossed with
deposits of dark oil and green splatters of drying bug cum. Angie could
see how the 13-year-old's pussy was already plugged up, her ovaries
having a head start on the dark change that would bear more bug babies
for their master. She bent down and kissed her daughter, squeezing her
naked tits, tasting the slime of bug cum in her mouth. Julie was so
precious to her, and Angie was overjoyed that she could share the
pleasure of her little girl serving their bug master with her sweet
little cunt. She was so glad no boy at school with his weak, pathetic,
floppy dick had fucked her and made her pregnant. Who would ever want
that pitiful human cum? Vile stuff. It was such a better life for a
little girl to shudder through endless sexual bliss on the pounding end
of a massive cockroach cock.

And lovely little Gwen. Innocent Gwen. Angie turned to her other side,
where Gwen was snuggled up under her mother's arm, dozing contentedly.
Stains of blood and bodily fluids speckled the floor near her plugged
pussy. Only 11 years old, and able to be fucked and breed more bug
babies too. Had she wanted her boyfriend to fuck the little girl once?
Never. Only her bug master was worthy of that. Greenish bug cum had
dried on her cheeks and neck and around her tiny nipples, and syrupy
fluid dripped in waxy rivulets down her smooth tummy to pool in her
navel and around her puffy pussy lips. Angie bent to inspect the
resinous plug sealing her daughter's genitals. It burned with an inner
heat that she could feel on her face. Billions of insect sperm,
swimming inside, seeking the many new eggs from little Gwen's fertile
ovaries and then growing in her pregnant belly into a swarming brood of
new bug babies. Angie exulted in the thought. Reaching down, she gently
rubbed her daughter's pussy lips around the plug and flicked her
sensitive clit until the 11-year-old's eyes fluttered open and she
yelped her way through waking into a sudden orgasm. Angie bent to
passionately kiss her daughter's lips as the girl rode out the storm of
ecstasy. Their tongues exchanged the mixed juices of bug cum and oils
and their own saliva, revelling in the delicious taste.

Had she thought that smell was dirty? The odor emanating from the pores
of the three naked bodies was the sweetest thing in the world, the
scent of happy little bug breeders pregnant with bug babies and their
bodies splattered and dripping everywhere with trails of sweet green
juice. The fertile fluid was growing into more healthy bugs in her
daughter's bellies, Angie knew. Why had she ever wanted them to have
human children? Disgusting. She could almost feel the millions of
infinitesimal swirls of bug sperm in her own womb, swimming through the
thick fluid and finding the many eggs from her new ovaries, pushing in
and growing into new life. Soon her belly would be even bigger than
theirs. This beautiful creature, this giant clicking cockroach, eyes
gleaming in the dying light, feelers waving about to touch and rub
their naked bodies, had seen something wonderful in them, and given
them the best gift they could have imagined. Night and day it would
keep them happy and healthy with the gifts from the long, heavy cock
dangling underneath its stomach - pregnant, fed, and happy with the
gift of their constant stream of beautiful larvae babies.

                                  ~*~                                   

Epilogue

After a month, Julie realized that her wonderful dream of her happy
family had come completely true. She was lying back comfortably in a
sticky bed of filth and juices, her hair matted with greenish ooze and
her naked body marked everywhere by deposits of dark ichorous fluid
seeping into her skin. Her belly had swelled to an enormous size for a
13-year-old girl, almost a third of the size of the rest of her body,
and it sagged slightly as she moved her shoulders to get a bit more
comfortable. She reached up and pulled a dried deposit of greenish gunk
off her hair near the scalp and eagerly put it in her mouth. Dried
cockroach cum tasted like candy, like ambrosia, all dark green and
crystallized and crunchy and so smooth as it went down your throat and
so filling when it reached your tummy. She reached for another piece.
She'd have to eat well to have all her strength, because she was about
to give birth to more beautiful babies.

Beside her, her mother Angie was also resting, belly bursting with a
tremendous pregnancy. It looked like her Mom had stuffed a beach ball
under her skin. Angie was looking hungrily at the panting, copulating
pair next to her: little Gwen, legs spread and hugging a trio of small
white larvae to her tiny breasts, the big bug perched on her belly and
pumping its enormous black cock into her 11-year-old pussy. The little
babies squirmed adorably, curling around the almost invisible mounds of
the girl's flat breasts, competing to suck milk from the pair of pert
nipples. Gwen laughed and bent to kiss them, lips pressing against
their white bodies, and then suddenly shuddered as an orgasm roared
through her body from the thrusting insect fuckmeat between her legs.
She had given birth that morning, and ever since then their master had
been riding the little girl for hour after hour, pounding away into the
tiny body as it convulsed through an endless stream of climaxes,
spittle running uncontrollably down her chin and flat breasts leaking
milk for the nibbling mouths of her larval babies. He was close now,
and as Julie and Angie watched, the bug pressed forward with a final
powerful slam that scooted Gwen's pelvis across the sloppy floor. It
buried the thrusting meat deep inside the girl's sucking tunnel,
engorging and sealing the erupting flood of green bug spew deep inside.
Gwen squealed, her ecstasy redoubled by the feel of the little babies
sucking and chewing her sensitive nipples.

Their wonderful new reproductive systems worked again within minutes of
giving birth. The moment their wombs were clear, new ovum dropped from
the twisted depths of their Fallopian tubes, waiting for a fresh
infusion of bug sperm to ripen and grow. Gwen, Julie, and Angie were
pregnant non-stop, being fucked to the screaming heights of bliss and
fertilized and sealed up again immediately after giving birth.
Pregnancy lasted only a few days, and the larvae grew so rapidly from
their mother's precious milk that they also grew mature and fertile in
that time.

When the bug had finished and sealed his green seed inside his little
breeding cunt, he fed them all a delicious serving of slimy cum from
the dripping end of his dick. Mom remarked how much the rigid organ
tasted like Gwen, and the girls all laughed. The babies had gone to
sleep, curling up around little Gwen's shoulders and throat. They were
so cute, no less adorable or beloved than the thousands they had
already birthed. Angie spread her arms and hugged her daughters, and
the girls joked about how wonderful and strong their master's big bug
dick was, how cute the little while cockroach babies were, how so many
of them had gone out into the world and were even right now ambushing
little girls, knocking them down, brainwashing and reprogramming them
until they ripped off their clothes and offered their cunts to their
new masters to be bred. Gwen wondered how young a girl could be and
still be a breeding cunt. Mom said probably any age, maybe even a
toddler of 2 or 3. They had all seen that the bug dicks could eject
enough fluid to get very small, if they needed to. Julie made a joke
about the bugs getting loose in the girl's school down the street and
they all giggled, but it dawned on them that it had surely already
happened. The school had girls from 6 years old to their mid teens, and
the daycare across the street was always full of girls even younger
than that. All those lovely little human females, all those tight
little breeding cunts, laying back and being fucked with twisted
cockroach pricks, filled with dark syrup that seeped into the deepest
crevices of their wombs and corrupting what it found, giving the girls
a newer, better purpose in their lives.

Gwen passed the babies around so they could all pet them. So cute.
Julie's inched down her tummy and rubbed against her plugged pussy, as
though it had been alive for half a morning and still couldn't wait to
get into a girl's cunt. She picked it up and kissed it. Mom had big
broods, up to a dozen white writhing worms flushing from her pussy at
once, but Gwen usually only averaged 2 or 3 and Julie only a bit more.
They'd get bigger, Mom assured them. Stronger. They'd grow healthy on
the juice of their master's cum and soon the girls could have litters
of bug babies that rivaled even their mother's.

A sharp contraction in Julie's abdomen brought the conversation to a
halt. She clutched her stomach with both hands. Another sharp pain, a
digging, squeezing sensation. Boiling hormones in her blood were
already working to catalyze and break down the resin seal on her womb;
it began to ooze from her slit like melting chocolate.She struggled to
lay farther back and Mom helped her while Gwen took her hand and
whispered words of encouragement. So many times they had done this, had
struggled through the blissful pain of birthing their cockroach broods,
and they always helped each other. Angie stuck her fingers in the
congealed layers of slime on the floor and brought a dollop to Julie's
mouth. Julie sucked eagerly on her mother's cum-slick fingers,
grateful. It would dull the pain to nothingness and leave only the
ecstasy of birth. Another jab, coming faster now. Her chest heaved with
rapid breaths and she could feel her belly quivering under her hands,
the skin stretched tightly like a drum and beating with the promise of
her coming brood. The solid tightness in her cunt melted in minutes,
welling out in a dark flood. Her bug master looked on and her mother
and sister massaged her slimy shoulders and hips, helping her breath as
the minutes of labor dragged by, and before she knew it, the powerful
urge to bear down flooded through her.

"Uhhhhhhngh!" Julie panted. The contraction passed, but another would
come in a few seconds.

"You're doing so great sweetie," Angie said.

"Think of his cock, how good it feels," Gwen smiled. "That always helps
me."

Julie nodded and swallowed. The pain had subsided from the fresh
infusion of green seed in her belly but her body twisted and contracted
by itself and within minutes her pelvis vibrated and the muscles in her
crotch and waist all jerked at once and a flood of dark liquid suddenly
gushed out of her pussy onto the floor. Her legs kicked, held wide open
by her sister and mother, and another gush spewed out. A third time
followed, and then Julie collapsed in exhaustion, her belly deflated
like a punctured balloon.

"6...7...8!" Gwen was helping Angie pick the tiny, maggot-like larvae
out of the warm mess of fluid. Her mother gathered them in her hands
and piled them on Julie's breasts.

"Oh...oh..." Julie panted and looked down at her babies squirming about
blindly. "They're so...so cute." She cupped one and brought it to her
lips for a kiss.

"8 is the best you've ever done," her mother smiled. "See? I told you
your body would get better. Your labor was so quick that time. "

"Yeah..." Julie panted. White milk was already seeping from her
breasts, and the larvae were slowly inching their way over to the pink
nubs to drink.

Her lover approached her after a short rest, and she swelled with pride
and happiness before spreading her legs. She was ready. Her babies fed
at her breasts as so many had before, and she wanted even more. She
moaned with desire as the tumescent bug prick shoved inside her.

What a wonderful family she had. Her loving sister and mother, her
beautiful bug mate, the focus of all her adoration and every desire.
And her children, suckling at her breasts. Her children. So many
children. These would shed their larval form in a matter of hours and
grow into healthy nymphs, rapidly maturing and ready to go out into the
world in just a few short days, to find their own breeding cunts and
turn them into mothers who were happy like her. Every human female
would learn of the euphoria of a pointed cockroach prick shoved into
her pussy and sealing the spurting green fluid inside. Every woman and
girl would learn how they were meant to serve, to be nothing more than
breeding cunts for cockroaches. What could be better? Julie wished for
nothing else in the world. This was her new purpose in life. This was
the new natural role that every human female would eventually discover.

The thumping sensation in her genitals reached a crescendo, and Julie
squealed, hugging her babies tight, as the first of many orgasms tore
through her body.