Cockroaches IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for scot.

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The last thing Trina remembered was passing out in Tom’s arms. She groaned as she opened her eyes.

Her fatigue became shock as she took a look around. She was in some sort of basement studio, her hands tied above her by a rope that hung down from the ceiling. Trina struggled somewhat, but the rope was holding her wrists firmly. Her should were aching from supporting her free weight, and as Trina looked down, she realized why.

Trina groaned as she took in the sight of her masses, which had completely burst free from her blouse and skirt. The tatters that remained were slowly shrinking against, as her tense skin continued to swell and bulge.

Each of her mounds were hot and heaving, her breasts freely leaking, and leaving sticky syrup all over her body that laid beneath them. Her skin tickled as roaches freely explored and fed from her, their scuttling masses covering the her sac, her breasts, and any presence of syrup. Trina shuddered and tried to shake some roaches out of her hair, but they were quickly replaced with others. There would be no getting rid of them. After all, she was their host.

Her sac was swollen tight and pulsating, her belly rocking as he fruitlessly continued to try to free her arms.

“You’re awake,” someone said.

Trina looked up as Tom entered the room. She watched uneasily as he began to disrobe.

“Tom you’ve gotta…got to take me to the hospital,” Trina panted out, flushed and sweaty. “My body…it’s gonna burst.”

But Tom ignored her, and slowly began to approach. He slid behind her, his hands trailing along her swollen abdomen. His hands moved to her taunt, throbbing egg sack, causing her whole body to shiver. She was immensely horrified and uncomfortable, and yet some part of her, lost control. She leaned into Tom as she felt his gender against her backside. “Tom,” she breathed, her whole body burning. “Tom stop…teasing me.”

He entered her slowly, Trina groaning as his hand reached around to rub up and down her sac. The other slid up to her breasts, fondling them. In turn, they began to swell.

Trina grunted as she rocked, her body only seeming to get tighter. She wasn’t sure she could take much more. She began to question her actions, but was simply washed with more arousal. Somehow she couldn’t resist the sensation of Tom inside of her.

Her hands twitched as her masses violently bobbed up and down, unsupported. She could do little more than gasp for breath.

Her breasts were getting larger and larger, Es becoming FFs, seeping continuously, but not nearly fast enough for their output. “T-tom,” she grunted out, pained as her FF-cups became GGGs, her mounds becoming fuller and tighter, her skin rapidly becoming firmer. She groaned as her breasts truly started getting hard, and began to take on the shapes of torpedoes. Veins rose on their surfaces and her eyes teared, the discomfort conflicting with the pleasure of Tom’s massive cock.

With a powerful thrust, Tom exploded, and Trina’s body tingled through the waves of climax.

The last thing she saw was her flushed, cockroach-covered body, before her eyes rolled upwards, and she passed out.