MEIGENSQUEEN Part 4

MEIGENSQUEEN
Contains: massive pregnancy, insectoid transformation, one-time blood sucking, eggs, egg laying, bingeing, multi limbs, birth
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Millia is a woman who is impregnated after a one night stand by a cute girl. She starts becoming insectoid and filling up with eggs; she grows a huge back abdomen like a bug.

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Millia awoke the next morning to shocking developments. Her abdomenus had swelled so far out it was enough to breach her covers. It was higher up that before and expanding at a fast rate. It now breached the small of her back and was traveling upwards. Her but cheeks were now being compressed downward by the growth and its heaviness. And today it was painful. It throbbed all through her back and more. Furthermore the lumps on her back were sharply painful as well, and to the touch they were hot with activity. Her breasts were similarly throbbing and warm to the touch. She couldn't tell if they were bigger or not as she was sideways.

Her belly was huge. Huger than before. It was tight today, and a quick pressing around made her retract her hands in terror. She felt lumpiness beneath the surface instead of a continuous hardened womb. It was subtle but pressing on one lump caused it to move, another lump taking its place. She almost wretched. But she supposed that was what eggs were like. At least it looked circular still. Her lower belly was tough feeling and vaguely slick, like touching a car or something. She tapped her skin there and was met with a dull tapping sound like plastic. She was growing some sort of exoskeleton on her lower belly. Had to be. It was incomplete as she was human, but it was there.

Her nethermost regions were strange feeling. Not only were they pulsing and hot, but also weird feeling. She reached down only to feel the same smooth hardness, and her vaginal area was now completely hairless and larger. Her thighs seemed a lot bigger as well. Worst of all her uterus and whatever else was in there was pushing on her bladder like mad. She had to stand.

Millia dreaded trying to get up. How would she? She couldn't roll in either direction. Her abdomenus was extremely sensitive at the moment and frankly it was too big to roll on, and her belly was full of fragile eggs.

She breathed in and out slowly as she thought. Maybe she would call for help? She chewed her lip, which reminded her of Brittany. She could reach her phone, however.

Millia decided she could use the end table as leverage while shimmying her body off the bed until she could place a tentative foot on he floorboards. She slowly pushed her body forward until her toe touch the wood, and then she pushed on the end table with all her strength until she was in sitting position. In this position, she for sure felt that her breasts had changed somehow. Hey weren't bigger per se, but they felt fuller. Her stomach was acting as a shelf for her bosom. She tried pulling down her tee she had worn to bed but it slid back up at the slightest shift. She felt extraordinarily wide. Her hips were easily three feet across.  Even forcing her daily thickening thighs together didn't close the gap between them. This alone could render her unable to walk even without the extra growths. As it felt now, her entire body felt like when she hit her thumb with a hammer once.

Millia was not certain if she would bother getting up, but her bladder knew otherwise. But if she was still mobile at the moment, she should get up.

This proved even more difficult as she could not lean forward. She tried planting her feet firmly on both sides of her belly and pushing forward. She underestimated the weight of her abdomenus. It was massive and heavy. She rocked to stand but could not easily lift her backside. She turned to looked at it. God it was ugly. It was still mostly the color of her flesh and felt like her skin. The bottom was extremely sensitive and reddish, and the top had some splashes of dark blues and green. She grasped both sides behind her. Ugh it throbbed and pulsated under her fingertips. It was getting wider. She was getting wider.

Just when she thought things couldn't get worse,  a deep gnawing hunger hit her. It it grew more intense as each second ticked by. Millia felt her breath quicken. She called Rob; Millia tried yelling but her voice echoed in the seemingly empty mansion.

She cursed as her stomach let out a very loud growl, the sound actually reverberating off the walks. She called more and more until the hunger increased exponentially. Her bladder screamed. She rocked her pelvis to calm both sensations. Beads of sweat prickled on her face. Several more minutes of struggling to stand followed.

Millia finally couldn't take it. She pushed her body off the bed landing in her two knees. Her abdomenus fell onto the floor with a sickeningly soft thump.  She wasted no time in shimmying on her knees to the bed post. She struggled to pull her heavy body up until she was in standing position. Her back half was so heavy she felt herself topping backward. She walked permanently bow legged to the door, but stopped near the mirror. Her profile was super wide, and the fleshy abdomenus was flopping behind her squashing her butt down and leggings taught. Her thighs had grown so wide and thick she did not recognize them. She wiped her sweating forehead in wonder until her stomach protested the detour.

She struggled to the bathroom, swinging her legs widely, but realized she couldn't fucking piss sitting down. She all but roared trying to maneuver her heavy body around to pee. Finally she found a position that she could pee in. She sweated profusely as her bladder emptied. She was profoundly uncomfortable contorted this way, and dreaded having to figure this out from now on. She washed her hands quickly and tottered out painfully. She nearly cried having to bend for a tote bag but it was necessary. Millia pulled herself back up and threw open the door.

She's shuffled toward the kitchen, holding onto every surface she could touch. When she made it, she stuffed whatever readily edible things she didn't swallow immediately into the tote. Pastries, cereal bars, cakes, juices, candy cookies and anything containing any sugar whatsoever went into her bag. A rather large cake sat pointedly in the center of the fridge. She eyed it suspiciously, wondering what the occasion was, but her hunger was now in dangerous territory. Sense went out the window and the cake went into her bag. She ate everything not bolted down and dropped the rest in the tote.

Thus laden, she pulled herself back across the circular foyer and into her room. She closed and locked the door, and sat down against the door sideways. Then she continued to feed. She set the cake aside and worked through every treat in the bag. Boxes of pastries and cookies disappeared down her throat. She hardly let one thing slip down before a banana or biscuit took up the space. Her breasts heaved up within her as more and more sweet food filled her stomach. She sat there cramming sweets and fruit into her mouth for thirty minutes. Until her hand grazed the bottom of the tote. "Wha? Nooo..." she moaned.

Her abdomen was distended and reddish and tight. It looked full but her body didn't feel full. She nearly cried at the prospect of having to go back to the kitchen when she remembered the cake. She picked it up and placed it on her belly, removing its plastic shell. It was as a huge as It was pink and delicate, and said "Happy Maternity Millia! LOL"

Millia laughed as her hand dug a chunk of the cake out. Tears mingled with the sweet buttercream as handful after handful was shoveled into her maw, one after the other.

She finished the entire cake within the last thirty minutes, Her hand was covered in chocolate and frosting, as were her cheeks. She licked the icing off the container till it shine, then put the empty container in the trash. It would be a feat to pull her large body into the shower but she had to clean up. She tried standing but couldn't even manage even after shimmying to the bed post. Frustrated she removed her shirt and wiped herself clean. Her breasts swung freely, fleshy protruding nipples thickened and sensitive. She felt a shifting in her core like things twisting and turning. She had no idea what it could be, but it was unnerving. She was exhausted after only being awake for two hours.

She pulled herself to the huge bed Rob had made for her and struggled up sideways. She collapsed wearily, rubbing her stomach all the time. All she could do was lie there and stare at her body and then at her phone. She sent Brittany a message about her latest binge, and then browsed the web until she fell asleep.

That night Millia's body absorbed the excess calories and other things she had consumed. Little did she know that the cake she'd eaten had had an extra ingredient. It caused her to balloon overnight. Her outer groin area had developed a carapace covered her vagina, which had finally formed into a tunnel way for her eggs to smoothly travel into the abdomenus rather than out. All that remained was her urethra and a small opening for its function. Someone stood and watched as the changes took place, especially noting how the abdomenus swelled out by scant millimeters. Over the course of a few hours it was thick and longer than an arm and still growing.

The bottom was very red and ribbed patches of exoskeleton  had begun to develop on top. Her thighs had also grown crudely, fat and bubbled with cellulite and stretch marks. The plating on her lower belly extended between her thighs and onto the abdomenus, a distinct line curving around her buttcheeks and thighs. The rest of her had a generous depositing of flesh about it.

The watcher took notes and chuckled. Another figure rose from the shadows and walked to Millia's form. He took a small clawed device lifted her abdomenus and pressed it rather unceremoniously into the flesh. It grabbed hold of her at the top of her buttocks hidden beneath the abdomenus. It injected a permanent anesthetizing serum, and only a blue liquid remained inside. The second also took a small black device. He used a bit more of the anesthetic behind her ear. He made a tiny incision there and inserted the little device. Pleased, he stepped away and followed the first out. They would leave her again to see what transpired.

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Millia finally stirred the next morning at 5:00am, hardly realizing where she was. When she realized what had happened she groaned. Her phone indeed said 5:00am. It's battery indicator was deeply in the red with 1% left. She couldn't quite get a call through to Britt before it shut off. She couldn't go on like this. And where the fuck were Rob and Brittany? They had left her here with no help.

Millia was enraged and nauseous all at the same time. She had eaten far too much and it was catching up to her.  She was dismayed by the blubber that had impossibly settled all over her. Worst, she was so heavy she couldn't even shimmy this time. She couldn't charge her phone  either. She was immobile, truly. She called out for help but to no avail. She really felt like something was wrong. Why was she alone? Why wasn't anyone here to help her?!

She tried separately to push herself up sideways but her arm was not strong enough. Hot tears trailed down her face, and she finally realized that everything didn't add up. Nothing did. She was nuts. She'd been played. Now she was someone's plaything.

She rubbed her belly, which was growing lumpier everyday. Now she could vaguely make out individual shapes of round eggs. Her abdomenus wasn't mature yet, but she was nearly filled to the brim already. The eggs would need somewhere to go. She reached back to touch it but he arm no longer reached the end. She could feel her hand touching it. It was part of her. She tried to turn to see it but couldn't. She felt that her genitals had changed and screamed when she felt not her vaginal lips but a smooth glossy plating between her legs. She hope and prayed that whatever the fuck they'd done to her vag and the rest of her body was reversible.

She lie there and stared at the wall for a long time before her door opened.

"Finally I found you Millia," said a masculine, vaguely English voice. Millia did not recognize it.
"We have to get you out of here before Dr. Robert returns for you."
"Who are you? Please help me!?" Millia cried.
"My name is not important right now, as they might be listening. You've been experimented on by PONCHOcorps. I was as well," the man said.

"How do you know who I am? And...Where are we going?" Millia asked. "I can't even move right now."

"I saw this address in their plans. Among others. I'm trying to save people from them if possible. Hopefully you trust me enough to come before he and his collegues return."

Millia weighed her options. She could be alone, or go with a stranger. She was a goner either way with no mobility, and no phone, she figured. At least someone was going to help her take a piss right now.

"Let's be honest here: I have some major troubles right now with bathrooms, chairs, beds showers. How are we going to even transport me?"

The man stroked his gray chin. He took in her vast body and weird saclike growth protruding from her backside and ending right below her shoulder blades, which themselves were engulfed in two sharp looking protrusions. He abdomenus had to be something like five feet long. Four dark ball sized knobs twitched every so often on it.

"You'll have to do certain business outside I'm afraid. You will live at least close to outside. I cannot see any other solution. We live in the wilderness basically so you will find privacy. We have a van right now. So let's move."

He grabbed her a shirt pulled it over her head for her. It settled beneath her breasts and barely made it to the middle of her triplet sized belly and its soft hills. He hastily grabbed a slinky dress, which served as a shirt well enough, which he helped her to stretch under her belly. Her leggings were threadbare and transparent by now. He walked in back of her to the abdomenus and reached around her middle underneath it. "Oh!" Millia squealed. "What are you doing?"

"I'll pull you back until this thing is off the bed and on you computer chair. It'll rest on the chair and you can walk."

Millia's eyes lit up. It was a simple yet elegant solution. She tried helping by kicking herself backward as he pulled her. Once her abdomenus was on the chair he guided her off the bed. She found she could waddle about with  the chair behind her. It was a little strange but necessary. She pointed out her luggage which she really didn't unpack. The man threw a couple loose articles inside before grabbing it, and the pair walked out through the foyer and out the back.

She lamented when they reached the stairs. The man told her to wait. He tossed her luggage to a waiting accomplice, and he helped her sit gently on the ground. He took the chair and put it in the large van, then he returned. He grabbed Millia's hands and pulled with all his might until she stood. He grabbed her fleshy abdomenus, which felt like lugging a grown person. He and Millia slowly made their way to the van. The accomplice had the back doors open, and they helped Millia into the van. Her abdomenus fell, rocking the van back and forth with its mass. The man closed up the doors. He hopped in the front. And he and his partner drove them all away.

Everything Milkia knew about life told her her decisions were all dangerous and stupid. Going where no one knew where she was? She felt like this was the end for her. Like she'd willingly kidnapped herself. But she had to try something.