Insect Queen, Part 2

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Summary: A young woman is injected with a serum by her vindictive ex who works in genetic engineering. Over time the woman begins to bloat up, her petite breasts becoming full and large, and strange developments beginning on her scalp, above her rear, and beneath her arms. Eventually she is forced to hide as she develops antennae, two more sets of arms, two more sets of breasts, and a large insect abdomen to supplement her bloated stomach. She begins to lay over a hundred eggs, but soon realizes her last coupling resulted in her becoming fertilized for life, and will lay more eggs every few months/weeks. Soon she is struggling to raise a horde of bug girls supported by the state, each clamoring for her milk. Plot Summary submitted by Fox Face.
Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, egg laying, transformation, and more.

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The growths on her flanks were rapidly growing, and now resembled nubs of some sort. Like those of lost limbs. Only, these were developing.

But Lana knew it was all in her head.

After three days of being out sick to work, she knew that she couldn’t afford taking any more time off. She donned a loose blouse and skirt, and pulled on one of David’s old blazers, which was baggy enough on her to disguise her ongoing changes. She also put on a hipster-styled hat, knowing that it wasn’t exactly professional. She just hoped that none of her superiors demanded that she take it off.

Though Lana knew that her changes were all in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to go out in public without concealing them. Perhaps on some level she feared that they were something more. She didn’t like to think too much about it. She just wanted to get on with her life and wait for things to pass.

Work was a welcome distraction. She was almost able to ignore the heated, achy sensation of the antenna squashed down within her hat. She greeted people cheerfully and laughed off any remarks on her wardrobe. At one point she had to escort a disgruntled former-employee off the premises, and it was so thrilling, she hardly paid attention to the way the nubs twitched at her sides.

Lana continued to ignore her transformation as a habit. She would get up every morning, and pointedly not look at her changes. She didn’t pay attention as the antenna wobbled, as the nubs continued to distend, as her irises grew even wider and darker, or as the bump at her tailbone grew larger and fatter, soft but firm, and beginning to press into the backs of her dress pants, an odd bulge.

She was eating more than ever before, and putting on weight. She constantly felt hot and sweaty. Her stomach was bloating, and beginning to strain her blouses. Her breasts had gone up a full cup size, but also seemed fuller and rounder than they had ever been before.

Lana struggled to get dressed one morning. Her blouse just wouldn’t button closed. It wasn’t because of the weight gain, but because the nubs were so large now. They were almost as thick as her arms, and went down to her elbows. They twitched, and moved slightly at times. It was frightening. But of course, she wasn’t supposed to think about those things. Now the nubs were making it impossible to get dressed, awkwardly stretching her shirt, constantly bumping with her arms. David’s old blazer had been godsend so far, but even that would be hard pressed to conceal the nub if it continued to grow and descend.

Her thighs were softer, now often stretching the dress pants and skirts she wore to work. Her backside was plumper. Even her face looked fuller, and it carried a permanent fluster.

Her belly was rounded and bloated, as though she had been guzzling beer for months. Everyone at work was kind and professional, but Lana could see the odd glances. She was out of shape, significantly so. It didn’t fit the company’s image, or her position as a security guard, and it was only a matter of time before her boss sat her down for a reprimand, or worse, replaced her.

Her antenna wobbled in the mirror, almost in a bashful motion. Lana released a soft gasp. Again the antenna moved, at her will, as though it was one of her own limbs. She could control it easily. Unnerved, Lana grabbed up a cap and pulled it roughly down over her head.

It was her day off, so Lana attempted an hour of meditation, but found herself constantly disrupted by waves of hunger and her gurgling stomach.

Next she attempted some light stretches, but the nubs followed the motions of her arms, extending out in a way that frightened her. She abandoned her efforts at yoga, and instead tried sit-ups, but just one left her sprawled and gasping. When she finally got herself up, she staggered straight for the kitchen, and began to pig out on a large container of cookie dough, moaning gluttonously with every decadent spoonful she gulped down.

Over the following days, the nubs continued to grow, and change. It was simultaneously fascinating and frightening to watch them progressively extend, past her elbows, then farther. From the ends she began to develop new growths, smaller lumps that she kept her eye on. Over time, they grew and extended, becoming hard and jointed. Two turned to three, then four. They resembled…fingers. Staring down at herself, feeling nauseous, Lana registered that it looked as though she was developing an extra set of arms beneath the first pair.

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Lana was walking out of her house one morning to head to work, when she came face to face with David on her porch. She stepped back in shock, as she had not seen him in months. David looked equally stunned. He was looking down at her figure.

“You…changed,” he murmured, as Lana backed away. To her annoyance, David followed her into the house.

“I thought I’d try putting on some weight.” She tried to sound blasé, pretend it was a conscious decision. Because admitting what was really transpiring was just too humiliating to imagine.

Even then, she was wearing his baggy blazer, but the…nubs…the arms, they hung long and far, almost to the hem, so that the new fingers protruded visibly if she wasn’t careful in her movements.

Her breasts were full D-cups, nipples unnaturally large, continuously erect and protruding visibly in her clothing. At present she was wearing a formfitting business dress, but her round belly was stretching it to unpleasant degrees.

She was starting to look as though she was pregnant. She could swear she resembled her sister Tina when she had been at the six month mark. The blazer was truly struggling to contain all of her bodily changes. The growth at her tailbone—she had sort of come to think of it as a tail—was a weirdly protruding mountain of fat that tented out her clothes if she didn’t scrupulously tape it down, as it was at that moment.

David surveyed her for a moment longer, then blinked several times, lightly shaking his head. “You’re wearing my blazer.” David sighed knowingly, his eyes watering. “Lana, I want to get back together,” he blurted out. It was only then that Lana noticed he was holding a rumpled bouquet of daisies. He brandished them like a sword.

Lana felt herself grimace before she could catch herself. “Listen David,” she said as kindly as she could. “We just didn’t work.” She gesticulated out of habit, hoping to console, when she felt the odd sensation of the nubs moving, not just twitching, but extending with her arms. Her—her second, developing pair of arms rose up with the others, and protruded slightly from the blazer, pushing the fabric aside.

Lana gasped and quickly lowered all four of her arms, remaining frozen as she kept the limbs firmly at her sides.

But David had detected something. He was peering at her oddly, his emotions momentarily forgotten. Lana knew that gaze. He was studying her with the quizzical nature inherent to all scientists. “Don’t tell me it had an effect…” he murmured, stepping closer, crowding her, and before Lana could react, he reached out, pulling her blazer open.

“No!” Lana shouted, stepping back, her hat falling. But David had already seen the developing arms, and now he was goggling at the antenna wobbling on her head.

She didn’t know what she expected. Hopefully, for him to not see them like she could. But David was staring. It was clear that her abnormalities were visible to him as well.

He remained wide-eyed and motionless for the longest of moments.

Then his face broke with awe.

“You’re amazing,” her breathed. “You—you are one of a kind.”

“Get out!” Lana shrieked at him, pushing him, not even caring as her secondary arms wobbled and aided. She shoved him roughly towards the door. “Get out of my house!”

“Lana—” David protested.

She slammed the door shut in his face, then leaned back on it, gasping for breath.

Because if David could see her changes, in addition to Jeremy, and her colleagues, and passerby, and everyone else who gave her odd looks, mouths opening in bafflement, faces twisting in curiosity, it meant that Lana’s delusion wasn’t a delusion at all. It was real. It was physical. And she was screwed far worse than she had thought.

Lana sunk down, plopping down on her full ass. She held her head and tried her best to calm down.

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Lana went shopping.

Her new wardrobe was decidedly baggy, and by extension, frumpy. She had gone from a fresh-faced, slim, athletic, perky security guard, to a fat, dumpy, baggy-clothed, hat-wearing oddity.

Her belly was only getting larger, and rounder. Her secondary arms were almost fully-formed by then, and resembled shorter, thinner versions of the original ones. She could move them quite easily now. They sort of felt like they belonged. The whole thing was just disturbing.

There was a new development, which was rapidly exacerbating. The skin directly beneath her breasts was flushed red, and puffy. She fidgeted at work, attempting discreet ways to rub and scratch it. Almost daily, it seemed to acquire more swelling, puffing up and peaking at the center where her skin had developed yet another lump.

Lana was seriously considering going to see a physician. But the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt about what was happening to her. She knew it was important; that this wasn’t just about her security license anymore. Something strange and substantial was happening to her. She needed to know what it was.

The process of getting ready for work was getting increasingly strange, were that even possible. She sort of folded her secondary arms against her waist as she pulled on thick, unflattering clothing, though it did little to hide how big her middle was getting. The layered attire made her look thick and solid, maybe even big-bellied, however she didn’t look as though she had an extra pair of arms. Perhaps someone would notice a few odd bulges, but not extra arms, specifically.

The attire was claustrophobic somehow. She felt hot and suffocated, yet she went to the office, trying to appear collected despite herself.

Lana arrived to her building, and was just settling herself at the front desk, when her antenna strangely tingled, and she turned in time to catch an associate reaching out to tap her shoulder.

“Lana,” said the associate, wearing a superficial smile that all the lawyers seemed to don. “Mr. Werthers wants a word in his office.”

Lanas’s heart sunk. Mr. Werthers was one of the partners as well as her boss. “I’ll be right there.”

The associate gave an awkward grin then hurried off undoubtedly to attend to a mountain of paperwork that seemed to clutter all the desks.

Heaving a sigh, Lana got up. She adjusted her hat and stood tall as she could, before walking through the building to Mr. Werthers’ massive corner office.

He had been expecting her, because there were no junior lawyers within trying to get a word with him. Werthers’ looked up from behind the monitor on his desk. “Lana, have a seat. This will be quick.” He threw a glance that discreetly trailed down her form, before his gaze returned to his computer screen.

“Mr. Werthers, how are you?” said Lana unnaturally as she lowered herself to a seat.

“Well. Tired, but well. And yourself?”

“Good,” Lana managed.

“I’m glad to hear that, Lana. You’ve been doing excellent work. However, I wanted to talk to you about our company policy in terms of attire.”

Lana’s stomach churned. It was like Werthers to get straight to the point.

“Lana, you are the first person prospective clients see when they enter our offices. You have been consistently professional for so long, it’s a shame to see that your…stylistic changes clash with our policies. If you need a print-out, I have one right here.” He nodded to a large stack of papers at the edge of his desk. “I hope we can have this issue resolved quickly.”

“Yes, of course,” said Lana.

Werthers paused and again looked at her. With sincerity, he said, “Is everything alright with you? At home? If you need time off—?”

“That will not be necessary sir. I appreciate this discussion.”

He gave a trained smile. “Excellent, Lana. That is all. Keep up the good work.”

Lana lifted the stack of paperwork he’d offered, then left the office, heading back to the front desk. Her problems only seemed to be escalating and she wasn’t sure she could wiggle her way out of this one.

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