Milk and Eggs (Original Sci Fi)

 

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It was the muffled sounds in the next room that woke Maya up. Her eyes opened slowly on their own as Maya stared uncomprehendingly towards the soft glow of one of the bio luminescent moss lamps above her. Her mind still frazzled from being woken from the dream that she’d been having that it took her a few solid minutes before she even registered that she was hearing something and she wasn’t still in her dream. Pushing herself upwards, shifting the wonderfully silky blankets off of her, Maya let herself flop out of the very low bed to land on the soft ground.

 

Eyes still bleary, Maya navigated the darkness towards the exit of her room and began to make her way towards the noise. After twelve years of living here, it was easy to navigate the darkness as Maya shuffled her way along, making as little noise as possible as she slowly made her way to her Mother’s room. The muffled sounds growing louder, and there was a thumping and shuffling that slowly became audible as Maya got closer to the room. Turning into the room, Maya rubbed at her eyes finally to clear her blurred vision.

 

As she blinked away the fuzziness, Maya first heard rather than saw her Mother, soft moaning coming from her bed, while atop of it, was a mountain of shadowy black chitin. In the lamp, Maya could see that the thing had eight legs all wrapped around something, a thorax pumping and shifting as a wet squelching could be heard with each thrust. An inhuman head of black chitin pulled up from the shadowy form as it thrust and gyrated on the bed. From what Maya could see, she could barely make out the pale feet of her Mother poking out from the nearly all encompassing embrace of the bug.

 

Maya didn’t scream, didn’t shout, in fact she wasn’t even scared. A part of her was annoyed that she’d been woken up, but at the same time she couldn’t help her hand sliding down her nearly nude body to her pussy, lightly playing with it as she watched her Mother being fucked by her lover. Maya watched with rapt fascination as the thick ovipositor of her Mother’s lover drove itself deep into her, quickly speeding up as Maya recognised that her Mother’s lover was likely coming closer and closer to climax. Then, sure enough, bulges began to form within the ovipositor as Maya watched her Mother get eggs fucked into her. Her Mother’s lover thrust a few more times before fully hilting into her Mother.

 

Apparently it was supposed to be painful when something hit the cervix from what Maya’s Mother had said once. Genetic modifications by their once masters had seen to fix that issue while also keeping them from being damaged if their partners were ever too large for them. Maya watched as slowly the bulges travelled down her Mother’s lover’s ovipositor and entered into her Mother’s snatch, the Atatekoid’s lubricant fluid pouring out of her Mother’s snatch as eggs were pumped into her. While it was hidden from view by the big black thorax, Maya could already imagine the size her Mother’s belly was slowly growing to from all the eggs entering into her.

 

Her Mother’s moans also came out muffled as Maya knew that her Mother often asked to be gagged when they did this, in a futile attempt to keep Maya from hearing their wild passionate sex. Pulling her hand from her own snatch, Maya slowly began to move forwards towards the pair on the bed as the last of the eggs entered into her Mother. As the Atatekoid eased her ovipositor out of her Mother, she shifted her torso to look back at Maya. Her antennae moved in such a way as to express happiness at seeing the daughter of her lover, and Maya waved back at her. The monstrous bug alien shifted to open up a space for Maya to slide in under her, and she happily did so.

 

The scent Maya was first met with as she entered into the spot opened up for her was the scent of fresh creamy milk mixed with the sweet scent of a Atatekoid’s sexual fluids that almost hid the underlying scent of sex. Maya’s hand slid along her Mother’s body, dancing over her large basically pregnant belly before hugging around her Mother. From some old world point of view, this was immoral, and natural human biology was supposed to account for that.

 

Like with the issue of larger partners wishing to hilt themselves into a human, the issue of a natural biological aversion to incest and such had been removed from them. With only half remembered cultural values, often without the reason behind them being remembered, those not born of the home world like her Mother found it hard to justify any kind of aversion to incest.

 

Maya as she slid in beside her Mother opened her mouth and engulfed a nipple in it, suckling from her Mother’s milk, drinking the warm milk in as the two embraced. Maya’s mother let out a pleased sigh as Maya drank deeply from her.

 

“Couldn’t sleep?” Maya heard her Mother’s lover ask, a black chitin hand reaching down to slide through her hair, much like her own Mother was doing as Maya drank. Rather than pull off of the nipple, Maya merely made a negative sound.

 

“Big biology test tomorrow?” Maya made the negative sound again before after a final suck, she pulled off her Mother to answer.

 

“No, that was today, you guys just woke me up with your fucking,” Maya said. Having seemingly gotten enough strength to finally move, Maya’s mother reached up and took out the makeshift gag made of web from her mouth.

 

“Sorry about that,” she said as she and her lover continued to pet at Maya who leaned back into the source of warmth.

 

“It’s all right, it’s comfier here anyways,” Maya said as she rubbed at her mother’s stomach. All of them were inert eggs. Mostly just Maya’s Mother and her lover enjoying each other. They’d all detach fairly quickly when they died in a day or two and then the two of them would be fucking again. The milk, however, as the human body was tricked into thinking it was pregnant was one very nice benefit. With the warm milk, the warm body next to her, and the chitin of her mother’s lover similarly warm, Maya started to feel her tired eyes already begin to fall as she rested her head on her mother’s arm, quickly falling asleep in the embrace of the two.

 

Not for the first time, Maya thanked her lucky stars for her Mother’s Atatekoid lover, for without her, they’d have likely been separated at the slave markets.

 

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Playing around with some thoughts in my head for a setting where the humans are the sexy space aliens rather than the other way around.

 

Any and all feedback would be highly appreciated.

Breeder (Worm)

 

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“Mmmmhhh” Taylor gave a soft moan as her vibrators started again, her bondage gloved hands rubbing against the latex zipper panties, pressing the smooth plastic zipper against her clit as she ground her crotch against the pillow she had. Taylor hadn’t exactly gotten a good look at herself, but she had a general idea of what she looked like. All Breeders generally had the same kind of outfit, with more or less depending on the latest Breeder outfit. Taylor’s was an old version, Winslow having apparently been one of the first schools in Brockton to adopt the Breeder program back in the 90s.

 

Taylor knew that she had some kind of “gimp” mask over her face, with attaching blindfolds and gags, which went down to her neck, which then transitioned into some kind of latex swimsuit kind of thing which showed off her belly and her breasts, which had massively inflated since she first found herself in the suit. Along side this were latex arm length gloves which ended in padded bondage mittens, while thigh high latex socks ran up her leg.

 

Taylor herself knew that she certainly looked different since the “nomination ceremony” which had cemented her place as one of this years breeders. Her belly and breasts had grown massively to the point that usually for the final week of each month, she’d need the assistance of the janitor to even move and clean herself properly. Not that her breasts ever went down much unless someone was feeding from them, or she was being milked.

 

Rather than reminisce upon all the children she’d birthed already, and how they’d only ever tasted her milk once, she focused on the pleasure, the one thing that was actually something to look forward to these days. She’d lost a year of her life to the Breeding program, been tinkered with, and had already lost countless children already to the state. The pleasure at least was phenomenal, and at this point the only thing she could hold onto to keep her sane.

 

They’d done something so that she was ever horny, always sensitive, and remained tight enough that people always enjoyed playing with her despite all the births and pregnancies. Every breeder got this kind of tinkering done to them. Some of them got even more. Taylor vaguely remembered through the haze of pleasure clouding her mind that there were places that modified their breeders to be even stronger and tougher to survive the abuse, others that modified them so that they would always have their eggs split to form twins and even triplets most of the time. There were even places that even modified their breeders to produce far more milk than was regular, to the point that their breasts quickly swelled to the point that they were practically immobile.

 

Taylor could feel herself getting close, and she could hear the moans of the other breeders as well. Seems that whoever was supposed to have turned off their vibrators for the night forgot again for all of them. Taylor breath quickened as she imagined her fellow breeders, squirming and pressing their vibrators deeper into themselves, fucking themselves as their breasts swung under them, their bellies swollen like Taylor’s was. Taylor’s ass clenched around nothing as she continued to gyrate on her pillow, her own moans joining the other’s.

 

However, one moan was missing. Taylor frowned as she realized that the voice of one of her tormentors was gone. One of the few other things that made this bearable was not just that Taylor was doing it along side the rest of the school’s breeders, including some of their permanent ones, but also that one of the trio had ended up getting snatched up in all of this. Sophia had been one of the few from the student population along side Taylor was was voted into the roll of the breeder. Unlike Taylor, who’d merely gritted her teeth in anger, Sophia had full on stormed out, and in truth, Taylor kind of wanted to have done that to, but as expected, Sophia had been found and dragged into the program. By the time that Taylor had actually seen Sophia, they’d both been outfitted with their breeder outfits, gear, and herded into their cells, along with the one other girl who’d been selected.

 

Now that Taylor was listening, however, she could also hear an additional moan. Was someone else here as well? Taylor reached up with one of her hands and slowly began to tease her breasts as she continued to grind the pillow into her core as she imagined someone else here, playing with them. Taylor focused on the fun of it, rather than how they were using them as sex toys to get off from. After all, they were preserving society, humanity, being breeders... and it was only a year.

 

Then there were the sound of steps from outside of Taylor’s cell, and Taylor looked towards the sound. She didn’t however stop her playing, continuing to grind and keep herself aroused. So long as she kept aroused it was actually kind of fun, she became a slutty animal, doing nearly anything that someone would want to satisfy her wanton need for pleasure. Slowly the steps came closer, and Taylor’s anticipation grew. Her lust clouded mind wanting to be pushed back or over, maybe on all fours, her pregnant belly touching the bed as she was fucked by whoever had come, pleasure filling her system and overriding her active thoughts so she could get through the next while without introspection.

 

The footsteps stopped in front of the cell door, and Taylor heard the sound of a key being placed into the cell door, and Taylor excitement grew. Taylor stopped her grinding, pushed the pillow back and presented herself, lying on her back, her legs spread while her hands reached lower and kept her legs apart. She couldn’t undo the zipper but that was alright, the other person could unzip it when they fucked her. Taylor felt person climb onto the bed, and Taylor’s anticipation rose, her breath coming out faster as Taylor’s pussy twitched. The person crawled forwards, and slowly wrapped around Taylor, sliding up against her, over top of her, and a soft hand caressed Taylor’s breast, drawing a moan from Taylor. A mouth with soft pillowy lips wrapped around the other nipple and began to suckle from Taylor’s milk. A leg pushed up against Taylor’s core, and the breeder responded instantly by trying to grind against it and increase her own pleasure by driving the plug still in her deeper within.

 

Finally the person had their fill and came off of Taylor’s nipple with an audible pop and a satisfied hum. The person gave a small chuckle before she spoke.

 

“You’re so much more suited to this Taylor,” Emma said, and Taylor froze. “A creature, a beast, a mere breeder. All those thoughts of being my equal, gone.” Emma’s leg started to properly grind into Taylor now, pushing the plug deeper and pulling from Taylor a moan as the plug started to hit that place where it felt best.

 

“That’s why I’m going to make it permanent,” Taylor’s eyes widened behind the breeder’s mask as she looked to where Emma was.

 

“It won’t even be hard, remember when we used to forge our father’s signatures all the time? They don’t even check it a second time before they make you permanent,” Emma said, joy creeping into her voice as she continued to make Taylor feel good, continued to molest her, causing the sensitive breeder to let out small little moans as she was played with.

 

“That’s where you belong, in her permanently, not even prey, just livestock, a pathetic cow, only meant for breeding and fucking, only meant to bring pleasure.” Emma giggled, “Maybe I’ll even buy you, and I can fuck you and have you bred like you’re supposed to be.”

 

Taylor’s breath grew faster and faster, only this time, it was not from arousal but from fear. She was only supposed to do this for a year, then she’d be back in school, and it would only have been two years until she was gone from this hell. But, permanent... no, no no no, she couldn’t, she didn’t. She’d be trapped in her own personal hell, all because of Emma. She could endure a year of rape, pleasure, birth and generally not being a human, she could endure two more years of hell in Winslow after, all because there was an end...

 

There was a gasp and Taylor’s head shot up, apparently having fainted, and Taylor could feel something in her stomach, her womb, something was stirring, and instantly Taylor recognized as suddenly the pleasurable sensations of Emma’s leg against her pussy intensified beyond belief. Taylor felt fluids rushing out of her pussy, her water had broken, she was giving birth. Taylor’s lustful moans became wanton cries as she felt herself begin to contract, and push the babe from her body. Taylor’s head fell back as she slowly began to push, the tinkering done to her body turning the birth from the horrifying pain to the best pleasure that Taylor’s had ever felt.

 

For a moment, Taylor felt she could do something, make changes to the baby coming out of her, not instantaneously, but if she’d had time, she might have been able to properly change it, and turn it into something else. The best she could do now was minor alterations, and for a test, Taylor imagined pointed ears. The contractions grew and Emma backed away as Taylor began to push harder, feeling the crown of the babe pushing through her. As the head breached from her womb, Taylor’s cries continued as pleasure rocked her.

 

In the back of Taylor’s mind, she noted the crack of something on something solid, and the fact that Emma had fallen onto the bed, but she was so wrapped up in her pleasurable birthing rapture that it didn’t register as important. Frantically Taylor reached down and pulled at the zipper of her panties with her gloved hands, pulling them open, and pulled the plugs from her. Quickly, as the babe was slowly pushed out, the pleasure began to blow Taylor’s mind, blinding her and stealing any thought, leaving behind the white noise of pleasure. There was a cry and Taylor tried to think, to move, to do something. She wanted to hold her babe, just like she’d held the others. Only this time she had all night, and she could cuddle and have her babe suckle from her.

 

Then Taylor felt a wet and slimy babe being placed within arms reach, and Taylor cradled it instinctively. Taylor for some reason could sense it, and she brought it to her nipple. Taylor’s hand stroked at the wet hair of her babe.

 

“Come on,” a new voice said, and Taylor looked up, and noted a gimp masked face. Taylor noticed that behind the mask were visible small bits of black skin, yet it wasn’t Sophia, and Taylor was pretty sure that Winslow didn’t have any permanent black breeders. Even so, Taylor, delirious from the pleasure, and the joy of holding one of her children, allowed herself to be brought to her feet, and with cautious steps, she was guided out of the cell. One of the benefits of the tinker tech she’d been given was that she’d recover from birth extremely quickly, not enough to be anywhere close to alright, but enough to at least move. As they left, Taylor noted that Emma at some point had been dressed up like a breeding gimp and left here. Taylor, despite herself, smiled. It was wrong, and what might happen to Emma would be even worse, yet a small part of Taylor was amused at the sight. She just wish she could have played with Emma like she’d done with Taylor.

 

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Not likely to continue this but I was doing a bit of a thought experiment about what perverted things could be done to make the status quo of humanity even more stable and cause the Endbringers to impact the world less, and then I thought of brood mothers and humanity transitioning to use an R-related breeding strategy, with the issue now just being infrastructure. Command and Conquer MCVs anyone?

Taylor’s Best Friend

Premise: Desperate to try anything to make her feel happy, Danny goes out and gets a dog from the shelter for Taylor. Things don’t go as planned, but as far as Taylor is concerned, that’s okay.

Another 30 Minute Challange for the morn before work.

Any and all feedback would be appreciated
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Taylor sat on her bed as she petted Bently and hugged him close, Today had not been a good day at school, and it had been harder not to cry that day before getting back home to Bently. Emma had started to rip into her again using one of her stories from when they were kids again, and while it was just another knife in the back among many, it still hurt. Now that she was holding onto Bently though, she felt a lot calmer, and happier, because she had her best friend here, and he loved her no matter what. They were practically inseparable except for when she had to go to school, but whenever Taylor wasn’t at the hell hole that was Winslow, Bently was always with her.

Right now they were cuddling in bed, Taylor and Bently hugging each other while she rubbed Bently and letting herself calm down. Bently himself was panting in her ear, and it calmed her down as he did his best to be there for her, listen to her whisper in it’s ear and just be there to comfort her. Sure he couldn’t understand her, but that didn’t matter, he was there for her, and she loved him.

That was when she began to feel her best friend’s red rocket begin to slide from its sheath between her and Bently. Taylor felt the blazing hot rod and giggled a little. It felt like Bently was getting into the mood, and Taylor was hesitant to not give him his reward. It always felt good to give Bently his reward as Taylor had found out one day.

Slowly, Taylor extracted herself from her best friend and slowly began to assume the position for her best friend, for her alpha. Bently of course wasted little time as he saw her assume the position and began to move behind her. Taylor wasted little time as she slid her jeans down for Bently, and spread her legs wide to allow him access to his favourite place. In truth, she was wet as well, just the scent of Bently these days as they cuddled was enough to set her off as she remembered the many many sessions that they had enjoyed together before.

Taylor felt Bently hop atop her as his paws landed on her back and he crawled his way over her, dominating her with his bulk. Bently was a massive dog, and in truth was a bit bigger than her in size. Taylor in truth enjoyed that about her alpha, how easily he could dominate her, how submissive he was to him. She was his bitch in every way, and she loved it.

Her pussy twitched as Taylor felt Bently begin to start to hump at her, sliding his red rocket across her slick slit, missing but only by a bit. He was getting much better at finding his target without her help these days. Taylor let out a moan, not caring about how loud it was as she finally felt herself be penetrated by her alpha. Dad wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be for hours, giving them time for a couple of sessions of being bred and knotted by her alpha. Bently himself set a brutal pace, sliding into her quickly and viciously humping her, driving his cock into her with a wild animal abandon. Taylor cried out in ecstasy as the was bred, pleasure firing through her with every thrust of Bently’s cock like a bolt of lightning. Already, Taylor could feel her body shuddering under the weight of Bently and from the pleasure that she was feeling. Her limps shook as they withstood the barrage of pleasure and Taylor was left panting alongside Bently as she was fucked by her master.

Taylor did her best to meet the wild humps of her best friend, driving her hips back as she was fucked, driving Bently’s red rocket further into herself as she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She couldn’t hold it back with how fast Bently was going and how deep he was fucking her. He was simply making her feel too good, and Bently himself never held back for her. Not that Taylor wanted Bently to hold back on account of her. She wanted Bently to feel good, both because she loved her dog, and because she wanted Bently to feel as good as he made her feel. Taylor felt herself approaching the edge of her orgasm as Bently continued to thrust into her, driving her pleasure ever higher as he thrust into her, fucking her, breeding her, and making her feel so good. Taylor was now wailing out like a wanton doggy cock slut that she was, unable to help herself as she continued to get closer and closer and closer to cumming. She could feel herself getting close to the edge.

Then Bently thrust forward as far as he could and she felt her lover’s knot begin to swell, and hot cum began to fill her. Taylor cried out as well as that finally sent her over the edge, and Taylor’s pussy began to clench down and try it’s best to milk the massive cock of Bently for all of it’s seed. Taylor was paralysed as Bently continued to fuck her with his massive inflated knotted cock, spraying what felt like molten hot doggy jizz into his favourite place, leaving Taylor with a wonderful warm feeling inside of her as her eyes went cross and she shuddered from the intense fucking. Finally however, Taylor felt the cum from her alpha slow, and Bently crashed down on her, causing Taylor to crash down onto the bed as well. Taylor laughed as she felt the weight of her lover over top of her, dominating her, and the massive girth of his knotted cock filling her up. They would be tied together for another half hour at least, and Taylor was fine with that. After all, she was with her best friend, and she couldn’t think of a better way to past the time than being knotted by her lover.

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So what did you think?

Dependence
 
 As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated.
 
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 Lisa walked down a street near the docks, not really meaning to go anywhere, just wanting to get away from Alec and his incessant immature teasing. Then Bitch came in and Lisa didn’t want to get a headache from having to translate so Lisa was walking around now in her nice long coat she just got with the money they had gotten from their last job.
 
 Wish I had brought gloves though.
 
 With her hands cupped, Lisa blew into her hands, hoping to get them a bit warmer on this rather uncharacteristically cold day in February. Well, uncharacteristically for Brockton Bay that is, it’s probably the right temperature for anywhere else in the country. Then, as she was walking, Lisa spotted something up ahead. A rather large person in a very large coat and dress.
 
 Non standard biology, cape, moving with purpose, looking for building to enter, eight legs; likely lower spider biology, Parian, 
 
 Lisa gets a glimpse of her face as is looking around for a building apparently?
 
 Extremely aroused, attempting to hide it, 
 
 Her eye twitched as Lisa frowned at that. She did not need to know that. Though was she looking for whores? Why does she need a building to fuck a whore in? Actually, can she even fuck a whore? Doesn’t she have her own house to masturbate in? Wouldn’t it be faster to just go home or got to the back of her store and jill yourself out?
 
 Too close to home, needs a web, doesn’t need whore; is already fucking someone, cocooned underneath, ovipositor is thrusting in and out, non standard biology; ovipositor acting more like a penis than an ovipositor, activity has been going on for hours, can now fully hilt ovipositor into victim, non standard sexual activity for their situtation, victim unable to escape; binding too strong and chitonous shell too hard for baseline human to escape, movements comfortable; sexual activity of this nature has been going on for months, found building, recently condemned, breathing increased; is now extremely aroused, is procee-
 
 Lisa cut her power off.
 
 Holy fuck
 
 She was actually seeing this, she was actually seeing something of this magnitude happen right in front of her. Lisa knew there were some sick people out there but she hadn’t thought she would see something like this, not in the cape community, at least not yet. Most Capes knew that you didn’t just rape people, the Canary case was too soon a reminder, granted from what she’d seen of it there were extenuating circumstances that really shouldn’t be blamed on the poor girl but still.
 
 Lisa followed at a safe distance as Parian stole herself away down an alleyway, climbing up the walls with her eight spidery legs and crawled in a broken window into the building. As soon as Lisa thought she was clear, bolted to the locked door on the ground floor, and produced a bobby pin and small screwdriver.
 
 Never leave home without em’
 
 Lisa thought as she worked on getting the door open. The lock gave a satisfying pop and Lisa opened the door quickly. Due to the rust on the hinges, opening the door fast would produce less noise than if she just tried to slowly open the thing. Lisa looked around the small back room of the apartment building before heading for the door that led further in. It was some kind of apartment building that had been condemned. A fine place to rape a victim, there are even beds for your own comfort as you fuck the poor girl underneath you.
 
 Lisa entered the reception area and quickly b-lined it to the stairs, not willing to trust that the elevators wouldn’t catch attention or even run. After a quick trip up the concrete stairs Lisa entered into the hallway and let her power flow in order to track the spider woman.
 
 Extremely dusty; will likely develop a stuffy nose, carpet has cum stains on it, door handles are very unclean, small indents and traces of fresh sexual fluid lead to door 24, Faint sounds of moans emanating from behind door 24; victim is already being raped, victim is enjoying it,
 
 Lisa cut off her power and and stalked forwards, door 24 was left ajar and Lisa peaked in. Parian had already shed all of her clothes and was naked as the day she had appeared in this world. Her skin was dark like a person from the middle east, and she was playing with her breasts as her lower half, a black chitonous spider thing was fucking something that was tie’d securly to her lower body. The ovipositor thrust in and out of the poor girl quickly. Lisa could make out certain parts of her, but she dared not release her hold over her power, she was already disgusted by Parian’s actions as it was, she didn’t need to end up puking or making sounds and finding herself next to be tied underneath her.
 
 She could see a bit of black hair that hadn’t been tied up as well as the rest of the body, just a tuft but it was enough, the area around her belly also looked like it was left open, though there was some spider web hanging so that might not have been the case too long ago. Lisa didn’t see any hints of breasts so the girl must either be rather young, or the puberty fairy hadn’t been kind to her. Lisa could hear both of their moans. Parian’s were loud and clear, probably the ones that she had been hearing from behind the door that her power had interpreted as the victim's moans. Meanwhile she could barely make out the moans of the victim as they tried to moan past the cocoon that she was wrapped in.
 
 Victim is enjoying this, has given herself over to mindless pleasure, no attempts to resist, exhausted, ovipositor too large for a regular woman; victim has been suffering Parian’s ovipositor for a long time, breasts undeveloped; puberty not yet finished,
 
 Lisa heard Parian moan out louder and saw a bulge coming from the ovipositor and entering into the girl who’s stomach bulged just a bit as it entered,
 
 Victim is being bred, unknown what will come out, egg unfertilized, stomach bindings were cut off; likely to be filled with many more eggs.
 
 Lisa watched horrified as this continued, every couple of minutes another egg would enter the girl that Parian was raping, entering in and her stomach would bluge just a little bit more. At some point Parian had begun cutting some of the girl’s restraints more, but not enough to free her. Her tiny little a-cups were cut loose and Parian’s powerful spider legs were playing with her nipples, and her mouth was freed, revealing that a massive wad of spider web had been used to gag the girl. Now she screamed in pleasure like a wanton whore as she was fucked by Parian. By now, her stomach bulged out like a pregnant woman’s would when she was nearly about to pop.
 
 She enjoys this, overcome with pleasure, likely to be suffering from sensory overload, will likely be catatonic after, moans are automatic, womb is nearly at maximum capacity, 
 
 Lisa once more cut off her power, she, she didn’t need this right now, and she didn’t want to even think about how fucked this girl was being. Lisa should be leaving and finding some other hiding place rather than sitting here at the door. Even so, Lisa couldn’t look away as Parian fucked her victim.
 
 Parian’s thrusting once more started to reach a climax as Lisa watched the victim’s stomach expand just a little more as some kind of white fluid started leaking from her pussy as it seems that Parian was now cumming in her rather than just filling her stomach with eggs. Parian seemed a bit exhausted as her upper body relaxed and she let out an explosive sigh and leaned back. Her face was extremely satisfied as she finished up with her victim. Using some of her lower legs, she cut the restrains from the girl and set her sitting down on the bed she had been using to fuck her.
 
 Eyes are glazed over; suffering from sensory overload, victim is catatonic, light spasms over her body; still suffering from the aftershocks of orgasm, belly at maximum capacity, white fluid likely to be catalyst in reproduction fusion, victim is sweaty from hours of fucking, 
 
 “Oh my little Taylor, your gonna be a mommy,”
 
 Speaking in the possessive; views “Taylor” as her property, reproduction confirmed, slight response; amdendem, victim is near catatonic, slight smile; multiple interpretations to action. Clock is nearing 12:30; lunch break is ending,
 
 Oh shit!
 
 Lisa quietly as she could bolted down the carpeted hallway and entered into an unlocked door, trying not to think about the various disgusting things that might have happened either in the room or on the door handle. For a minute or so she didn’t hear anything, then Lisa heard the sound of something skittering past at high speed.
 
 Sound of eight spider-like legs running past at about 30km/h,
 
 Lisa popped out of the room she had ducked into and headed back to 24. The door was locked but it was a rather simple lock, it was easier to get into than the door into the storage closet. Inside Lisa found herself staring at a now fully cocooned Taylor who was hanging in a web in the middle of the room. She did not move at all and she was covered from head to toe in a spidery web like a mummy.
 
 Unmoving, likely still near catatonic, or possibly unconscious, belly still at maximum capacity, eggs not removed nor cum drained, victim is likely pregnant with unknown. 
 
 Lisa cut off her power as she started to feel a headache forming. Reaching into her pocket she produced a cellphone.
 
 “Hey Brian, can you get Bitch to bring a dog or two over to me? Some fucked up shit just happened.”