Chapter 0 - Mantis

Courtney stared at the bug on her bed. It wasn’t all that large, in fact it was fairly small. About the size of a cockroach, give or take a little. It was all black, with angular edges and limbs that made it look almost robotic. The only reason she knew it wasn’t, was its massive penis. It too was fairly small, but only in relation to human males. In relation to its own body, it took up half its body mass. Laura wasn’t even sure how it could move with something like that. It leaked something green on the bed from the tip of its genitalia. It twitched, as if in anticipation.

Its amber eyes stared into hers, and piece by piece, she began to take off her clothes. First she started with her sweater that pressed more tightly against her rather large chest than it had any right to, slinking it off as if in a trance. Not soon after, the shirt came off, leaving her in a plain white bra. Taking off her jeans was the only step left, revealing her large, childbearing hips. Perfect for breeding. All she had left were her bra, panties, and socks as she stood in front of the strange bug, mesmerized by its eyes.

Rather like a zombie, she shuffled towards the bed before sitting down next to the bug, her perky breasts bouncing as the bed took her weight. All the while she stared at the bug, lost in its eyes as she circled her thighs and breasts. Then, suddenly, she pinched at her bra, biting her lip as her nipples started to harden. Her other hand lazed over her sex, rubbing it almost like a pet that she so dearly loved. Her mouth was wide open as she repeatedly rubbed and pinched at her body, feeling it heat up as the insect watched. Her panties were getting wetter, and her nipples were now hard enough to poke through the bra.

If it was slightly colder, wafts of her breath would be easily seen from her moving her hips in line with her fingers, writhing like a snake under her own touch and the bug’s gaze. It was too much for her, as she moved the panties aside and began to finger herself. Not too long after, the bra became an afterthought, a mere obstacle as she twisted and pulled, lightly nibbling on one of her own teat. The bug just sat, a small pool of its excretions beginning to form, and touching her thigh. As soon as it did she recoiled from the strange sensation. It was such a rush of pleasure, she could feel the air moving around her leg from how sensitive it had become. Courtney could feel it traveling across her body, making its way to her other leg, and upwards. Soon, her entire body was enveloped in a numbing warmth. It was terrible, as she could no longer move, but her body ached to be touched and played with. She lay gasping on the bed, her legs outstretched and her two waiting holes directly in front of the bug.

It’s time was now, and it moved with a kind of purpose to her sex mounting her like a man would missionary, its head directly on top of her clit. She almost lost consciousness as it ever so slightly moved its feelers, bringing her over the edge to orgasm. It struck then, shoving its stinger inside her waiting pussy, wet and slick with her lube. It was slow and methodical, pumping in and out with purpose. It gently extended a prehensile feeler to her clit, wrapping it around and pushing it upwards. Courtney could do nothing but grit her teeth as pleasure wracked her body, the bug toying with her clit and pumping her sex. She couldn’t even close her eyes, forced to stare at the bug violate her. It wasn’t long now, as she could feel the stinger enlarge to many sizes bigger than the bug was. She felt the stinger touch something deep inside her, and open it. The bug shoved its entire body in, her womb taking the stinger whole. There was pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure.

The bug expanded, the eggs growing in it as well. She could feel the eggs make their way down the path to her cervix and stopped. There was a building pressure, and then a pop. She gasped, feeling an egg make its way into her womb. And then another, and then five more, and then ten more. There was just a constant stream from the small bug, filling her womb with his young. Courtney could not believe the sheer amount of volume, watching as her stomach became enlarged. If she were to walk down the street, strangers would think her pregnant. Nothing happened for a moment.

And then she felt a cool numbness in her womb. The insect pumped more of the numbing secretion, filling the rest of her cavity with the liquid before sealing it off. She felt heavy as the bug slid out from her vagina, back to its normal size. She was panting, her skin alluring with a thin sheen of sweat. Yet, the bug was not yet done. The bug disappeared from her view, blocked by her extremely large stomach. It was then that she felt something at her ass. Feelers and limbs pushed open the tight cavity, forcing its way in. Not only did it have to fight her body trying to squeeze and push it out, the eggs it had laid inside her were not light. It traversed her rectum, stopping just below the end of her uterus.

The bug was still for a moment, and then exploded. Its guts covered the inside of her rectum, with so small amount of its innards oozing out. Courtney sighed in relief and disappointment, before she felt something moving around in her bowels. Several things, actually. They wriggled down the way the bug had came. They were a smaller, newer version of the bug that had died. The stingers bigger, the feelers longer. They looked at their ‘mother’ with curiosity, before climbing her vagina-- to no end of stimulation-- crawling across her ovular stomach, and finally resting on her nipples. They were like newborn animals, pushing to get milk. There were far more than two, and they fought with each other for who would eat. All the while Courtney’s body was so sensitive that she was sure she could feel light pressing down on her skin.
The bugs were ferocious, sometimes missing her and biting into her breasts or nipples. That was almost too much pleasure for her to bear, watching as the young finally made peace and gathered around her nipples, arranging themselves in circles. They did nothing for a few seconds, and then their maws opened. Long tendrils extended from within and stuck to her teats. Each of them did this, in total a few dozen were now expecting milk from her teats when she had none to give. The sensation was too much for her as she arched her back instinctually, feeling the eggs inside her move around. The newborns were relentless, sure that she would give milk when she had none, behaving like greedy butterflies to a flower as they tried to suck her dry.

And finally, a strange sort of light green excretion did come from her teats. It overflowed, running down her body and into her pussy. It set her body alight with its potency. This was nothing compared to what the bug had used before, this was pure ecstasy. She began to drool, watching that mix her milk in a strange concoction. For the rest of the night, she was trapped in her own body, watching as it was violated by strange insects, and feeling her stomach move every so often. Daylight was a long way away.