Nest, Part 7
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Summary: Becky is pregnant with large alien beetles which crawl in an out of her at their whim and are forming a nest inside her abdomen. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, unbirthing, and more...
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Becky continued to steadily grow, and more massive than she thought was even possible. Her hips had thickened and widened, her backside had gotten plump and round behind her, her breasts had continued to bloat and balloon, now heavy E-cups bobbing on her chest, and most substantially, her belly had gotten even more massive. It resembled a beach ball and she could barely balance it anymore. It was an arduous strain to waddle around supporting the heavy mass, where it protruded out feet ahead of her, preceding her wherever she went. It was so heavy on her hips, her hands often reached down to support the underside of the mass. Though her efforts proved largely futile. The insects were continuing to breed and she was continuing to grow.
With scheduled feedings and frequent bathroom breaks, Becky had gotten better at containing them all, though there were slip-ups. While conferring with her biology teacher, Becky had whimpered slightly when she felt a bug plop free from her bulging groin. It had squirmed about in her panties, making her quaver, before finding its way to freedom, and plopping to the floor under her dress.
“Are you okay, Rebecca?” Becky’s teacher asked, peering at Becky in a mixture of perplexion and distaste.
Becky was panting and sweating, but then, she always was those days. She felt the bug begin to scuttle back up her ankle but she managed to kick it under a nearby lab table.
“Yes, of course,” Becky breathed.
The “leaks” as Becky had come to think of them, occurred a few other times at school. One morning, when Becky had eased herself down in a chair, her belly plopping against her lap, several bugs had popped up her throat, making her choke. She hunched down and coughed, watching three of them splatter against the floor to quickly scuttle behind some nearby shelves.
“You okay?” Becky’s classmate, Sarah, nudged Becky’s shoulder while giving Becky’s huge mound an amused grin.
“Fine,” Becky said, managing to straighten. She lightly cupped her flanks, squirming, spreading her thighs, trying to alleviate as much pressure from her over-packed orb as she could. It decidedly was not fun to regurgitate the insects.
Sarah chuckled, lightly shaking her head. “You and your crazy social experiments,” she whispered, before turning her attention back to the lecture.
All of the maternity clothes Becky had purchased were getting steadily tighter, stretching and straining to accommodate her swelling body. The one she was wearing at present had been drawn up so high, she had been forced to wear leggings beneath it, as though the dress was a decoratively long shirt. It hugged her form, showing off every curve and crevice of her body. Her breasts were starting to push and bubble against the neckline, desperate for more room to expand. And every so often, a bug would push hard against the surface of her belly, visibly rolling across it, a lime-shaped bulge, and someone would do a double-take after seeing her. Becky would do her best to cover it up or turn away.
Things were getting out of control. Becky just tried to persevere.
Over the next few days, her nipples had gotten to be particularly dark and distended. The nubs were fat and swollen, and Becky had ignored it as long as she could, but she was at the point that pulling on her tops left her a shuddering mess, bugs popping out of her quavering opening.
Becky eased herself down on her bed that morning, her EEE-cups breasts perched on the top curve of her belly, both almost unnaturally round. Soft but clearly bloated. “Nghhhhh…”
Becky unbuttoned the top of her dress, allowing her breasts to push free. She glided her fingers gently along the heated flesh, before finally encountering her nipples. “Ohhh,” she groaned, feeling herself shiver.
Her left nipple tightened, sort of contracting. Her breath shuddered out of her throat as the nub warmed, to finally begin to drip.
The droplets were persistent, Becky panting and flushed. The sticky orange substance was getting all over her dress, but Becky could hardly bring herself to care at that moment. She grunted when her right nipple released a sudden, forceful squirt, before settling into a persistent dripping as well.
Becky moaned quietly, her back arching, pushing her fat tits forward. Her breasts were full, she could tell that much. She waited for the leaking to mitigate, though it didn’t seem like it was stopping. She slumped back, putting her hands on her head, regarding herself. What was she going to do? A nursing bra? “Damn,” he hissed. She didn’t think her breasts could tolerate a bra in their current ultra-sensitized state. On top of that, she didn’t think she could afford anymore new articles of clothing, especially when they were rendered useless as she outgrew them in a matter of days.
With some strain, Becky hauled herself up and lumbered about the room until she found a tank top that was far too small for her swollen body, but she just managed to tug it over her boobs.
She added some folded pieces of fabric and paper towel and watched it absorb the moisture. She didn’t think it would last her long, but at least it was a start.
It took forty minutes of Becky lying around on her bed for the orange substance to soak up the padding and start to leak into her dress again. The output seemed endless. Releasing a frustrated curse, Becky lifted her phone, got online, and actually found herself ordering a breast pump. She felt queasy just at the thought.
She tried to relax again, and ignore the chronic pressure fully occupying her overheated breasts. Still as she was, she was forced to truly experience the squirming movements that filled her belly, but at least things were somewhat better when she was at home, relaxing like this.
For one thing, her gut wasn’t as distressingly tight. Now that she was in her bedroom, bugs were crawling out of her in droves, thighs spread and twitching as one after the next pushed free of her swollen labia to scuttle about the floors, walls, and ceilings.
Becky just breathed through it, her face twitching as bugs crawled either out or into her. She knew she was helpless to do anything about it. She was left with an odd visual of her body’s infestation, still rather astonished that all of these things lived inside of her belly. Her body had become a nest of sorts. The bugs came and went, but she was their home.
There was a shuffling of movement outside in the hallway, a pair of feet stopping in front of the bedroom door. There was a knock, and suddenly the bugs were swarming, all surging towards Becky, rapidly crawling back into her opening. She writhed and grunted, shoving her fist into her mouth to contain the noises. In only seconds, all of the bugs had abruptly reoccupied her womb, and Becky felt tighter than ever before, belly flushed and pulsing, feeling ready to burst.
Through her grunts and gasping, she somehow managed to grab some of the heavy blankets she kept on her bedside and throw them over her before her mother opened the door. Of course, the blankets were barely adequate in hiding how massive Becky had become, but her family members were more likely to believe that thick bedding composed the shape of the mound rather than the less likely concept that Becky had sprouted a massive pregnancy in only a matter of days.
Becky held her navel under the blanket, trying to smile through her breathlessness and not look completely distressed.
“Going to bed early, again?” her mother asked, raising her brows.
“Yeah,” Becky managed, before clamping her mouth shut to contain a blech. When she could, she added, “Mmm…I ate a quick dinner after studying at Rey’s. Early exam tomorrow morning.” All lies. Becky hadn’t seen Reyna in days, and she had not eaten dinner so much as drank it. She had a huge stockpile of syrups, jams, and other sugary substances packed in her closet.
“Rest well, honey,” said her mother.
Becky attempted a beam of gratitude but it was more of a grimace.
When her mother turned off the light and closed the door, Becky slumped back. The bugs immediately started the process of filtering back out of her, Becky’s groin hot and tingling, belly heaving forcefully from the activity. She screwed up her face and tried to relax, her labia tightening and releasing, again and again, like she was steadily giving birth to hundreds of lime-sized things.
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There was a school-wide issue of…weight gain.
People were actually rounding out, developing bellies that seemed too firm to be fat—even some of the guys were. And everyone lately was looking queasy or just spooked. No one spoke of the situation aloud, and Becky just hoped she was imagining things. She hoped it wasn’t what she suspected, yet tried not to look at it too closely.
Rey was growing rapidly as well. Every time Becky saw her, Rey’s breasts looked larger. One day at school, Becky found herself staring at Reyna in the hallway. Rey’s breasts had become huge wobbling mounds that had to be close to the size of volleyballs by then—just massive on the small-framed girl. Yet they were so round and full, sort of perfect even in their unnatural largeness. At present, they were stuffed into a tight tank top that had been transformed into a belly shirt by the huge mounds. Reyna didn’t appear to be wearing a bra, and her nipples were swollen and erect, protruding hard against the straining material. Her cleavage was bulging heavily against the low neckline. Rey seemed completely overwhelmed, one of her hands frequently shooting up to cradle the side of a huge breast, but it was just so massive. It jiggled with her every motion, round breast flesh even bulging out at the bottom of the shirt.
The students who didn’t laugh at Rey pointed and whispered, or just stared, sort of mystified and perplexed. Seeming completely fed up with it all, Rey dropped her books right there in the hallway and hurried into the nearest bathroom.
Becky waddled after her, even though she knew she herself was drawing gossip and derision. Panting heavily, she struggled into the lavatory, clutching either side of her throbbing belly. There she found Becky standing in front of the sink, leaning on the ceramic with her hands, back arched and face sweating as she pushed her breasts forward, a strangled grunt coming up her throat.
At first Becky had no clue what was going on, but as she surveyed her friend, she noticed how unusually large Rey’s nipples had come to look all the sudden, distended and…expanding, pushing outward, wider, as though to tunnel through Rey’s flimsy shirt. Releasing a frustrated huff, Rey pulled up the shirt, revealing her big round boobs in all their perfection. And Becky hadn’t been imagining it, Rey’s nipples were swelling larger, all while Rey strained and grunted, her back arching even more. What was happening?
Becky almost wished she hadn’t gotten the answer. A pore in the center of Rey’s right nipple began to widen and open up, all while Rey whimpered and groaned, shoulders twisting. Wider it opened, and something pushed and crowned, something a faded purple. Becky stared aghast as something actually began to emerge from Rey’s nipple, pushing forward, appearing fatter while squishing out like toothpaste steadily protruding through a tube. Finally its entirety plopped to the ground, and Becky found herself gawking down at a fat slug squirming on the floor. It was followed by a splatter of milk. Rey released a miserable little whine.
“Oh god, oh god,” Rey said in panic, her hand shooting up to desperately massage her left breast. The nipple was bulging alarmingly, and twitching now. Becky could see this pore opening up as well. Opening up for a slug. Were Reyna’s breasts full of those things?
It was just too much. Becky began to back away.
“Rebecca,” Rey moaned, seeming to notice Becky for the first time. She looked helpless. Desperate. She had produced the left side slug, and was already birthing another pair from both her nipples simultaneously. Her nipples twitched and wiggled, causing both her mounds to tremor. “Becks,” Rey groaned.
But Becky was already exiting the bathroom and wobbling off, desperate to get away before she could change her mind.
