Spider Broodmother – 1ST Person POV (Female)

Wrote a first person version of the drider TF I wrote. I'm also going to write a TG version where the "victim" is a male.

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You’re walking through the woods – something you do often. Today would go quite differently from how you’d expected it to go, however – but you’d soon find out.

You lost track of time, and your phone died – the sun is already low in the sky, limiting your vision as you try to stick to the path and find your way back to town. You better hurry – if you don’t make it out of the woods before sundown, there’s no chance you’ll make it out at all.

You fail to notice that something is blocking your path, and something sticky and slimy brushes up against your face. You let out a panicked yelp, and try to jump backward – only to find whatever it was you ran into following you, as it sticks to your arm. It is sticky, yet strong, you find as tugging at it doesn’t seem to separate you from the strings.

What is this?

You try to pull yourself free, slowly backing away from the sticky , stringy mass before you. It’s relentless, and like an elastic band – when it reaches its maximum point, it violently reels you back in, flipping you around and trapping you among the sticky threads beyond hope.

Then, it hits you. The strings you’re trapped in, stuck to – they’re part of a massive spider’s web.

Your heart rate speeds up. You’re a young girl, alone, with no phone, trapped inside a giant spider’s web.

If the creator of the web is female, she’ll be arriving soon to eat you. If it’s a male... ...you’ll be his new sex toy.

Male spiders only make webs when they are ready to mate.

You don’t have to wonder which one if the two has spun this web for long, as in the dark further up ahead, the leaves on a bush are rustling. A silhouette slowly appears – humanoid at first, but as his eight legs tap around on the forest floor, the sound alone is a dead giveaway that this creature is anything but.

He is seven feet tall, and his torso resembles hat of a man. A handsome man, at that. Dark, curly hair on both his head and chin… including the spider-like jaws that protrude from his face. Behind them, a human smile featuring two sharp fangs.

His eight eyes are all equally dark. And… you can’t help but stare into them. You feel entranced by his hypnotic gaze, and something is stirring inside of you. A throbbing sensation in your crotch that you enjoy feeling.

Instead of human legs, he is sporting eight of the arachnid type, ling, thin and hairy – as well as two strong, and equally hairy, human arms.

Half humanoid, half spider. Whilst you expected yourself to be filled with fear as to what this creature’s intentions would be, instead you find yourself… intrigued.

Lustful.

Now there’s no doubt what he wants to do with you. And you... you’re curious to find out what it’s like to be mounted by a massive, half-human spider monster.

There is no chance you’d escape him anyway – so perhaps you should just let it happen.

The throbbing in your crotch is strengthening, and you feel like you are going to pee yourself – with the amount of discharge your vagina is producing, you might as well be.

This spider better be packing, because your feel desperate for a cock between your legs.

“When I saw you walking around… I was hoping you’d come find me.” The creature came closer, and Allie felt her heart beat in her chest. He bent over, spreading his arachnid jaw to place his lips beside her ear.

“You’re perfect.”

“Y…yes…” you moan, still in the creature’s thrall. You don’t notice  the creature takes your wrists and begins to drag you further up the web. The only thing you see is the chest and abs that are right in front of you - you feel tempted to lick them.

He hoists you up, and you obediently lie there, assisting the male spider as he undresses you. Your shirt, your shoes and socks, your shorts... and finally, he unbuckles your bra and pulls down your panties, carelessly tossing them aside.

You are his now.

You look down at his body as he straightens his back – his penis is now fully erect, humanoid in shape, but much larger in size. You feel your vagina throb in excitement – discharge is dripping onto your labia, and you’re practically begging the spider to take you at this point.

You don’t have to tell him – he moves in, and you squeal as his penis finds its way inside of you. The hypnosis fully overtakes you, and you moan in pleasure as the two of you cause the web to rock back and forth.

You claw at his body, attempting to grasp him, to pull him in closer. “Deeper,” you moan, hearing the changes in your voice – it has become deeper and hoarse, like it was coming from deep within rather than from your own vocal cords.

“Deeper!” you demand. You shut your eyes tight as a tingling sensation goes through your spine. It is as if your vagina is getting deeper with every thrust, longer, tighter.

The male spider is rock hard, and you can feel your vagina tighten around him. You’re wondering how long he’ll last before he comes.

Then… you realise he has been coming this whole time. Your skin has started to turn purple, starting at your belly button; your belly is growing exponentially, filling with eggs that the male spider is busy fertilizing. You moan as your belly groans and stretches, almost blocking your view entirely. This seems to last for only a brief moment, however – as your skin turns fully purple, your belly seemingly starts to shrink. But something else is growing, filling with those eggs instead.

Your position on the web is changing – you are now sitting somewhat upright, and the spider is clinging to your shoulders to stay on top of you. He has grasped your torso, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continues to have his way with you. You can feel his tongue licking your belly, which seems to make it shrink faster.

He is now moaning with pleasure, too – seemingly close to climaxing. But you haven’t had nearly enough yet.

Clear discharge is bubbling out from the minimal space between his purple penis and your labia. You don’t need any lube…

You feel your skin crawl and stretch. Particularly, the skin on your butt – you can feel the coat of thick, coarse hairs itch as it begins to grow on your new behind. A hard, purple shell is forming behind you, growing larger with every second – soon, your new spider-half will be too large for the web to handle. If you land wrong, the male spider will crush your new body and break your spine.

You need to act fast. Your womb has now moved to its new home in your spider body, and it is filling up with eggs – you can’t risk hurting your future children by falling on them.

Thankfully, you know just what to do – you look at your legs, the change of which you didn’t feel fully – but it happened. Your human legs have grown long and thin, hairy, and black in colour – just like a spider’s. From your new backside, six more are making their way out, as you can feel your skin writhing and stretching – the bones are forming in real-time.

As they grow, you start to get feeling in them – and you know what to do.

You spring into action, using what little elasticity the web has left to catch the male spider off-guard. You topple him as you jump off the web, his penis inside of you the whole time. Now you’re on top. His eight legs dangle helplessly in the air briefly before wrapping themselves around you tightly so you can keep going.

“Y-yes!” you shout excitedly, hearing how much your voice has changed. You feel something itchy on your face, and briefly it feels like there’s teeth growing from your cheeks – and you realise you’ve grown a brand new, hairy spider-jaw, just like your mate. You click the jaws, and lick them playfully as you continue to ride your mate’s penis – you’re not sure what he looks like anymore, as your vision has become painfully scattered over your six eyes.

You can hear his breath getting short as he is starting to run out of stamina – seems like your little toy is running out of eggs to give.

You stop humping him, his cock still inside of you – and you rub your abdomen. Your uterus remains partially inside your human torso, and your stomach feels hard. You are filled to the brim.

…Or are you?

Sexually satiated, a different feeling begins to overtake you. Hunger.

Insatiable hunger. And… before you, lying helplessly on the ground, with an important body part firmly inside of you and the part attached pinned down beneath your own, lies the perfect meal.

You have grown significantly bigger than him, eight feet tall – like a female spider should be. You can easily overtake him.

After all, he has served his purpose – and it is simply in a spider’s nature to eat her mate after he’s done his part.

You click your new jaws, licking your lips behind them. Then, you strike – the male yelps in pain as your jaws burrow into his chest, your venom spreading through his veins. With any luck, he won’t feel the pain as you tear the flesh from his bones for long – his penis slips out of your vagina as you crawl on top of him, blood splattering across your pale purple skin. As his body goes limp, so does his erection. Talk about a boner killer.

You don’t care… you can feel the eggs inside of you growing steadily. You’ll have thousands of mouths to feed in no time. You need the energy this unfortunate male’s body will give you.

He wanted to take advantage of you… but in the end, he only ended up playing himself.