Chapter 2 - Spiders

Courtney woke up to the sun on her face through the window. Almost instantly she remembered the night before, upon seeing her changed body. Her nipples engorged and half an inch across, slowly leaking a green tinted milk. Not to mention her breasts had grown several sizes, when she was already blessed with a large rack. She wondered how she her clothes were going to fit.
 
The bugs were nowhere to be seen. But… to make sure, she lightly touched her labia. Right then and there she squirted, her body arcing. Courtney was unable to think, her joints paralyzed. She gasped, looking down at her mound with a new light. After swiftly getting up, she moved to the closet and pulled out a tall mirror. After shuffling with it, she leaned it against the wall and spread her legs as she lay on the bed. She was careful not to directly touch the lips, instead pulling at the flesh directly around it.


 She was now sure that what happened with the insects hadn’t been a dream, if only because she was gaping. There was a clean line of sight to her cervix. And after moving her fingers downward, her ass was far larger too. Not just the opening, but her butt was more bubbly. Her entire body felt softer, slightly fatter.


After finding a clean shirt, she shrugged it on. Except that it never made it past her chest. She kneeled awkwardly, her hands still up in the air as she bit her lip. Her nipples had never felt so good before. Just by the fabric touching them, she felt hotter. Hot enough that she tore the shirt off and nearly touched her muff before her hand stopped. She had to find the bugs, or at least where they went. It would be a menace to society if the roamed free. Or something like that. But clothes were out of the question. If she couldn’t even put a shirt on, there was no telling what would happen if she tried to put on panties.


 First she checked under the bed. No site of eggs or insects. It looked strangely clean, which was suspicious in its own right. The window was open-- and now that she thought about it she closed it. Because that window faced the street and she would be sure to flash anyone even glancing at her house. She double checked her closet, which was also bug free. Nowhere in her drawers either. Patting down her clothes didn’t reveal anything except some dust.
 
Today wasn’t a work day for Courtney, but she was getting hungry. Opening the door like she was expecting a monster behind it, she peered into the hall. It was empty. Just carpet and old photos on the walls. She moved down in quietly. Listening for something, anything. But the only thing she could hear was her own breath and the creak of the floorboards. She checked down the staircase, but it was just as she’d left it the night before. Some of the clothes that she’d thrown off were still on them. She made a mental note to pick them up at some point.


She gulped. Walking on the stairs was by far the noisest thing she could do. The house was a hand me down, and she never feared intruders catching her by surprise because of just how loud they were when you walked on them. She took a step carefully. And another. The next step is where the creak was and she stepped past it, directly onto a pair of socks. She fell forward, unable to catch the wall or handrail as she tumbled through the air.


And stopped. She hung in the air, as if held there by a spell. Slowly creaking open an eye, she found that she’d been caught in time, tumbling backwards. She had a wonderful view of her body, as well as the massive spider that was sitting on the ceiling above her, clinging to a web. Its eyes moved seemingly at random to her. Its mandibles twitching. Courtney moved a hand, only to find it snap back to where it was. After straining to look behind her, she found that she was caught in a web.


When she turned back the spider was gone. Courtney looked around frantically for it, struggling to get out of the trap. She jumped-- or at least tried to when something cold touched her head. Once again she strained her eyes. The spider was there, its arms moving with the speed of a talented weaver. The feeling spread, and soon her eyes were covered in the spider silk. She tried to punch it. Whether or not it moved, or she was off the mark she didn’t know. But her attention quickly went to the silk around her mouth. She pulled at it, trying to rip it off. It was so strong that she was unable to move even a single thread from its place, her arms held at her sides by a few of the spider’s own.


She stopped panicking when she realized she could breath normally. Or at least as much. She still couldn’t feel anything, and the spider was moving more quickly now. It crossed her breasts in a matter of seconds, but instead of fully encasing them in the silk it left them open to the air. They moved up and down rapidly, but only until the spider had constricted her chest and stomach considerably. She could only make shallow breaths, her hands trapped against her hips in the webbing. It did the same for her ass and pussy, but in a different way. Instead of simply not placing webbing around her crotch, rather it took the approach of spreading her legs enough to leave her holes accessible, and left ‘airholes’, direct paths from the outside to them. Her legs and feet were finally bound, almost fully encasing her in the spider’s web.


Courtney could feel the spider moving around her, although she didn’t know what. All she could feel was her chest slowly leaking and her pussy getting wetter. She tried to resist the feeling, but it was more like a weak suggestion in her mind at this point. Even the air moving across her cherry nubs felt electrifying. Tantalizing, even. Her clit ached to be played with and tortured. The spider would soon nurture those needs, but she felt herself moving. It was a strange sensation, but she had a good grasp of where she was in the house as it moved her.


It passed through the living room, a hallway, and finally down yet another set of stairs. It was taking her to the basement. The spider was careful, maneuvering her in such a way that only it was touching her at any given point. It stopped abruptly, chittering. That was another thing, when Courtney had entered the basement there was no longer silence. There was quite a bit of noise. The sound of wings, legs, and the snapping of mandibles. This is where the insects had moved to, a dank basement with no windows.


The spider placed her in another web and the chittering stopped. There was only silence, damning silence. No matter how much she tried to focus, there was simply no noise. She wriggled slightly, but couldn’t even feel herself move more than a few millimeters in the cocoon. The bugs were more patient than last time. She could feel herself getting wetter at the thought of them ravaging her holes. Unable to stop or even see them. To breed and change her. She was so trapped she couldn’t even bite her lip, only huff in anticipation.


She did not expect the first thing she felt to be an inch. It wasn’t even on her nipple, just her areola. Courtney wanted to itch it but couldn’t. It was driving her mad as she strained against her cage of webbing. She became so desperate that she began to push out her chest, trying to rub it on something. Instead it got worse, an itch on the areola of her other breast revealed itself. Courtney was now making decent movement within the web. She could feel her boobs bouncing, so close to relief. But it wasn’t enough and she growled in frustration.


Breath in. Breath out. She blocked out the itching. She went to he happy place. A beach, with no spiders or bugs. Free to move as she pleased. Where there was not a care in the world.


Something bit her clit. Not the area next to it, not her folds or crotch. Directly on her clit. She gulped. The itching came not soon after, ten times worse than her boobs. She was so wet, there was a small puddle collecting in the cavity leading to her muff. And yet nothing touched her. Courtney had a full body itch, and none of the bugs would relieve it. She thrust out her chest. Trying to allure them. She was made for breeding, right? So breed her. Scratch her itch. She pleaded silently, unable to do anything other than moan.


That was when the ovipositor went in her ass. There was no buildup, no preparation. Just a filling sensation from the appendage. It felt wonderful, but didn’t scratch her itch. And then she spasmed. The appendage had just hitled itself, and was pushing on her sensitive womb from inside her ass. Even with the itching, she felt divine. She pushed and rolled her hips, feeling the tip of the stiff ovipositor reach deep inside. Unlike before, she had no warning for the eggs. There was just a pressure against her opening before it was pushed through. It felt even better than last time, her belly filling with young. As her opening was sealed with a secretion, one of the eggs was smooshed in just the right position to press on her womb and stay that way. She came just from that, her toes tightening as much as they could given the conditions.


She panted, sweat wicking into the webbing as she felt the pleasure of her womb being pressed on. But it didn’t last. Soon it was drowned out by even more itches on her breast. Still none of them on her nipples. Just close enough to tease and make her feel helpless. Courtney whimpered, feeling spiders skitter across her chest and bite. The itching was growing exponentially. She moaned, feeling the spiders manage to hang on as her boobs bounced. If anything her, movements made them work faster. She felt like she was about to lose it as the itching took over her entire chest. Unable to scratch or stop them was torture.


Unable to keep back any longer, she relieved herself. This piss joining her cum in the puddle as it sat on her lips. She didn’t even notice the spiders scatter from her breasts, too concentrated on her womb and the fact that she’d just pissed herself. She did notice something press down and surround her areola. Something circular. One on each breast, partially relieving the itch just by pushing down on her skin. She didn’t realize it before, but her breasts felt bigger, heavier than a few minutes ago. Then it, ‘turned on’. Her back arched as she felt herself being milked. The womb, the itching-- nothing felt this good. It would go full blast for a few seconds before a small break, repeating the process. Her breasts were finally ‘scratched’ and damn did it feel satisfying. Every time it sucked she pushed her chest out, and every time it let off she fell back. The rhythm carried on, until it finally didn’t stop sucking. Every drop of milk left her breasts, and she could feel her areola and nipple puffing out.


The miking stopped, the tube removed. Her breasts felt sensitive, the cool basement air gliding over her nipples. She gasped for air, her lungs straining against the webbing to expand and give her more air. Not for long though. Her nipples were pulled. Bit. Twisted. And she couldn’t feel better. Her puddle was turning into more of a lake as her nipples were pulled and twisted in tandem, held that way.


The finale was near. She could feel it. And hear it. Something buzzed, coming slowly closer. It was large enough that she could feel its wing beats on her exposed skin. Then there was quiet pleasure from her breasts and ass. She wriggled her hips, inviting the bug to ravage her. There was only one more itch to scratch. A different ovipositor than before pushed inside her. It was more flaccid, soft. But just as effective as the stiff one, reaching just before the entrance of her womb. With the egg pushing on it, she could feel her cervix dilating. Allowing the tube entrance.


Courtney was confused, but it was hard for her to care when she was under so much pleasure. The bug sat there, its ovipositor flaccid and unmoving. Her clit ached to be toyed and played with, but it was acceptable for her at that moment. In the soft tube, she felt something descend as it pushed past her extremely sensitive lips. She squirted, but not before something bit into it. The pleasure and itch combined to euphoria. But whatever it was continued to push through the tube, before stopping midway to her womb.


It broke through the tube, latching onto her G-spot. She came again and again, her back perpetually arced. That was when the bug chose to strike, the buzzing back as a torrent flew down its appendage. Courntey could feel her stomach fill with hundreds or thousands of tiny eggs. The weight of it only increased her pleasure, if that was even possible. She couldn’t even think with whatever was sucking on her G-spot, let alone focus on her breasts. But that feeling passed as the ovipositor retracted, but not before spilling more eggs into her vagina, filling her up to the labia. Only then did she feel something secrete onto her lips, brushing against it and forcing her to squirt again as her mound was sealed.


In the basement, without light, she wasn’t sure she would ever get out. And she wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing.


