Nesting Phase, Part 5 (People to Alien Broodmothers TFTG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for KillerMonkey

Two couples out camping are awed when they see a bright blue meteor shower, and even get to see and touch an asteroid piece that lands near them. Unfortunately, it crumbles after they touch it, and the two couples return home to their apartments. Little do they know they have been infected with an alien virus, one that shall soon turn them into alien broodmothers destined to make their entire apartment tower their hive. Perhaps the changes won’t be all bad, however. Perhaps they might even be pleasurable . . . 

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Part 5: They’re Changing Her, and Then They’re Going to Change Me!

The first to be introduced to the hive was, appropriately enough for Pete’s purposes, their landlord. There had been numerous complaints and concerns about the developments going on in their apartments, particularly, no doubt, how Lily’s warrior-like form had knocked down the walls separating their apartments from the empty absent one at the end of the corridor. Their new U-shaped hive space was much bigger, but removing all the dust and debris had consisted more of simply stuffing it in bags and hiding it away, or requesting through the door that the food delivery man take some of the trash with them and deposit kindly for a tip.

There was no doubt in any of their now-shared minds, however, that time was not on their side. Their forms were still changing: Pete becoming an empress and Sharon a lower-ranked queen broodmother, Lily a protecting warrior-class alien, and Mick their bulging, many-breasted feeder. This left them vulnerable, being only four members and stuck within a city of humanity, let alone a cramped apartment block. 

But it also represented opportunity, when Mr Ladlow, their landlord, came to finally address the complaints. He was an older man, bald and perpetually red, prone to angry outbursts. Pete had dealt with him a few times using his usual charisma, but now she could sense his mind as he approached, furiously knocking upon Pete’s door.

“It’s time,” he said, instructing the others. He gestured for Mick to get back. The formerly burly man wanted to help, but she was now a feeder, crucial to the survival of the hive. Now, it was Lily’s role to be the strong defender. And, when necessary, the attacker too.

“Come in!” Pete bellowed, her voice nowhere close to what it had been, and accompanied by an insectoid trill to boot. She could sense with her antennae the location and confusion of Mr Maxwell Ladlow.

“The door is locked! I’d rather not have to go to the effort of using my keys, thank you very much. Hurry up and open up - we’ve got major issues to address!”

Pete sent the signal via antenna to Lily, and she went into action. She surged forward on her powerful legs, her nascent wings flapping, desiring to give her flight. They were not fully developed yet, and so they instead had the beneficial effect of springing her forward, her six arms outstretched. She unlatched the door and opened it.

Maxwell Ladlow looked up at the seven foot tall hermaphroditic insect alien, at her four breasts and long antenna and lack of nose and ears, at her fertile figure and rippling muscles beneath the expanding chitinous plating.

And he screamed.

Lily acted quickly, her reflexes like lightning, her actions aided by the new instincts that the strange alien meteor had granted her. She grabbed Ladlow with four pairs of arms and silenced his mouth with her remaining pair, pulling him inside and locking the door with her lowest left hand, all in one simple stroke. From there she carried Maxwell into the centre of their little hive. Maxwell tried to scream and pull away, and his panic only increased as he took in the strange menagerie of alien figures who had once been human, especially the large broodmother empress Pete in all her purple-skinned glory, her ovipositor getting now so large that her mobility was quickly disappearing. The struggling human was brought before the leader of this alien hive, and only when he was beneath the light of the strange meteor, its alien and unnatural glow shining upon him, was his mouth uncovered by Lily.

“Oh God! Oh God, no! What are you? What the hell are you!?”

“We are the hive,” Pete said. “We were once like you. Now we are more. And we have need of you, Maxwell Ladlow.”

The man swallowed. “N-need of m-me?” 

“Yesssss,” Pete said, the empress’s voice now female and authoritative, with an insectoid trill hovering around it. “We must keep the hive safe, and expand it. We are making many eggs - mhmm, so very m-many - but suspicions will rise. You must help us protect the hive. Don’t you agree, Maxwell?”

The man was terrified, sweating so much that even Lily was having trouble holding onto him, even with her muscular arms. He nodded eagerly, and the four transformed individuals could easily sense through their antennas that he was only show obedience out of fear; the moment he was free, he would go straight to the police.

“Yes, yes of course! I’ll do anything to help, just don’t eat me!”

Mick laughed, her enormous breasts wobbling. More were developing, even some along the sides of her huge egg sac - though for her, it was more like a ‘gel sac’, there to excrete the life-nourishing jelly her entire existence revolved around now.

“That’s for me to do!” she explained. “I am the feeder of the hive.”

“Then don’t kill me! Just let me live and I’ll help the hive, I swear it!”

Still they could sense the lies, but the obsequience he showed was most . . . useful. Perfect for the hive. Without even needing to open her mouth, Sharon sent a mental message to Pete via their mental link.

“He would be a perfect attendant for us, empress. Able to help us birth our children and care for our eggs.”

Pete smiled. Her body was expanding, her purple colouring only becoming more vibrant. She could feel her body readying to become larger, and it made her flex her four arms out. The notion of laying eggs with attendants to help her was most useful. She would need more breeders eventually, but Ladlow was too . . . weak for that. She wouldn’t like to be inseminated by him. Lily would do for now until more appropriate company was found.

“Agreed, good queen,” she uttered. 

“Thank you. The light of the meteor illuminates us all.”

It was amusing how much of Sharon’s personality still shone through with her love of deeper meaning and mysticism, just as Pete’s desire to dominate and be in charge now made her the broodmother leader. She loomed over the captive Ladlow, her long tongue spiralling out from her mouth. She could sense something, a new power only she could perform. She had assumed the light of the meteor would be enough, but this man needed her pheromones within him to kickstart the change.

“Bring him forth,” she said out loud to her wife-turned-warrior. “I will change him.”

Lily held him up, even as Ladlow began to panic. “Change? What change!?”

But already Pete was roaming her hands over him, spreading her pheromones across him from the light sheen of sweat her body developed quite naturally now. It was enough to make his pupils dilate, and he automatically opened his mouth.

“What . . . are you . . ?”

She slipped her tongue deep inside him, right down his oesophagus. Something pushed forth, through her tongue, sliding down its length like a pebble. Or an egg. Ladlow groaned as it was deposited from the tip of her tongue, down his throat and into his belly. He trembled a little.

“Don’t want to . . . change . . .”

He slipped into a dreamy unconsciousness, his eyes still open, his pupils impossibly dilated, as if he were on drugs. Just to judge from his slight moans, it was indeed exactly like that, and not a bad trip either. Pete alone had the power to reach far enough into his mind to sense what he was feeling: Ladlow’s mind was a kaleidoscope of pleasure, as if he were on LSD. He was experience change, first his mind opening up to accept it, and soon his body as her organic ‘gift’ fused into his stomach and began to change him.

“That was incredible,” Mick said. “You fed him that? I’m so - God, I’m so jealous.”

Sharon smirked. “You can always try that on me, husband,” she teased. “I want more of that sweet nectar of yours anyway. To make my baby eggs grow.”

Pete moaned. Her hunger too was riling up, but she took a moment to embrace her wife. They kissed, but also nuzzled together in a new fashion, minds connecting.

“You are magnificent,” Pete said to Lily through their mind link.

“As are you, my empress. I cannot believe we ever feared this. Ladlow will come to understand.”

Pete grinned. That sensation of dominance and power was growing, melding with her new maternal need to grow and breed and care for her young.

“They all will, Lily. They’ll all understand in time.”

***

The hive began to expand even faster than expected from that point. Emboldened by how they had so easily ensnared Ladlow, Lily took the incredibly bold step to knock upon the door of their other nearest neighbour, this time bordering what had been Mick and Sharon’s original apartment. It was rented by Miss Darley, a lovely dark-skinned woman who was a practising nurse. Her knowledge would be vastly useful in regards to their condition, and so she too - after a brief scream and incapacitation - was brought before her new empress and turned. She took her place besides Ladlow, resting on a lush carpet they had ordered to be delivered online, alongside the deliverer himself, who had been quite the bonus. Ladlow, after just two days, was starting to resemble his future form: he had grown two breasts, was developing a second set of limbs, and a pair of membraneous wings were expanding from his shoulders. Coupled with the loss of his manhood and the growth of a small insectoid abdomen, along with his surprisingly bright yellow colouration, it was clear that he was becoming an attendant to the broodmothers - a future handmaid, one might say. Miss Darley would be the same, her future duties to aid the birthing process. The delivery man, who’s name was Eric Stadley, was instead relegated to a warrior caste like Lily, thanks to his stolid build. Like her, he would end up hermaphroditic and strong, but would no doubt identify as female; such was the nature of their alien hive.

Slowly, this was how the hive expanded across the block. As Pete’s form grew, her belly swelling further with eggs and her ovipositor with the future promise of them, so did the effects of her pheromones. The risks of ‘recruiting’ others into their hive began to diminish as her pheromones began to attract them willingly to come see her; they arrived in a slightly trance-like state, drawn to the mysteriously enticing scent in the air. It was a good thing too, because Maxwell Ladlow’s wife turned up, demanding to know where her husband was, only to lie down next to him. For just a moment she pulled out of her delirious state, even with the stone of change from Pete inside her stomach, lulling her to change.

“M-Max? What did . . . they do . . . to you . . ?”

By this point her own husband was, by good serendipity, just beginning to wake. Her body was svelte and beautiful, obviously female, complete with wider hips and obvious breasts. Lily, still retaining her powerful intelligence, shared her suspicion with the hive that handmaidens might have the power to become future broodmothers should the current ones be lost or pass. Pete and Sharon agreed, sensing the same, and Mick was excited by the prospect: she already wanted to feed so many, and the sensation of her current hive members drinking from her many breasts only increased the ecstasy.

Still, Maxwell was quite petite for now; all the better for wings to lift her into the air, not that this could be done in such cramped spacing. Yet. She stirred at her wife’s words.

“Chandra? My - my love . . . I - oh God, I’m a member of the hive. I’ve changed. I - I need to serve the hive. I must s-see to my empress. What’s happening to m-me!?”

But Lily brought her forth to Pete, who was struggling with mobility as she grew, and the pheromones helped lull her again, calming that panic but keeping her thoughts running.

“Don’t be afraid,” Pete said into her mind. “I was terrified as well. Remember me? Pete, your tenant? We golfed once together. I can’t golf now, but I can make a new world. And you can be my first handmaiden, Maxwell.”

Maxwell made a submissive trilling sound. Her face was a little more insectoid than theirs, with larger eyes and smaller mouth. But she bowed before her empress, with only a slight hesitation.

“Oh - oh God, yes! I can’t explain it, but I need this! I need to s-serve you!”

Pete smiled. “First, build your strength. Mick will feed you. She is most ready with her sustenance.”

Mick groaned from the corner, huffing and puffing, her rear gel sac so full of produce she looked fit to burst.

“P-please. N-need to feed you. Please, d-drink from meeeee!”

Moments later, Maxwell was doing exactly that, the cute handmaiden insect girl moaning from the joyful taste of the alien nectar, and Mick in even greater throes of joy. She was the first new member of their hive, but they were only beginning. The other members of the apartment floor was transformed, some into handmaidens, others into warriors, and others into a new caste: the workers. These had four-arms and, quite interestingly, four legs as well. They were strong, though not as much as the warrior caste, but instead were able to use all eight of their limbs with great utility, and their mid-sized ovipositors, which were the size of a small mini-fridge, produced a sticky good that hardened easily, allowing them to create new stairways, platforms, pillars, and doorways. The roommates Alex and Tyrone were terrified to change initially, but the two tradesmen buddies were now perfect female workers for the hive, drawing upon their experience and adding it to the hive. They added stability to the lair, helped knock down the right walls and strengthen load-bearing ones. They could even alter the chemistry of their gooey excretions to make soft, rubbery cushions for Sharon and Pete to rest upon. Much like all the others, they felt a strong desire to serve the hive righteously, expanding it.

This expansion went well over the week that followed. Even as the changes of the original pair of couples finalised, the expanded hive members were able to expand the hive lair to the floors above and below them. Soon they were knocking out ceilings and floors, giving a much greater space for the broodmothers to, well, breed, and for the handmaiden and warrior castes to fly up and down, seeing to their mistresses’ needs. Debris was also no longer a problem: as much as Mick was dismayed by it, the worker drones devoured plastics, concrete, wood and even metal to convert into their construction jelly. The end result was that in the centre of this tall apartment block, there were now three entire floors which had been converted into an insectoid hive, with only the stairwell and elevator kept clear, and their floors simply barricaded off with warning tape; the absorption of more construction and safety workers into the hive had helped with this. 

Everything was going well, and this only made Pete, Lily, Sharon and Mick dive ever deeper into their new roles within the hive, incorporating their mental changes into their existing personalities. Pete was starting to grunt and groan occasionally, her large pregnant belly experiencing a tightness to it. There was pain, but as her body finalised its internal transformations, this lessened, and the twinges of pleasure followed instead. Sharon was experiencing much the same, only on a slightly smaller scale. Whereas Pete now had eight full, flushed breasts upon her humanoid torso, each engorged with pale purple milk, Sharon had three pairs of breasts with lighter pink milk to match her skin colour. And while the empress was larger with eggs, Sharon too was feeling those early desires to push. Lily was not there yet, but the chief warrioress and personal bodyguard for the empress now had a swelling belly also, a result of their earlier union. She could sense that more warriors were growing within her, whereas the queen and empress were developing a mix of numerous castes and potential new ones as well. They occasionally trembled, resting upon their comfortable daises, glancing over at one another in their increasingly large lair.

“S-soon,” Pete said across the mental link to Sharon.

The latter rubbed her belly, breathing heavily. She motioned for Mick to move towards her, and the feeder did so, undulating in a way using the more powerful muscles of her gel sac. She angled a breast up to her former wife, and Sharon suckled upon him, drawing deep.

“Mhhhmmm,” Mick groaned out loud, but her mind was more active. “Keep drinking, my love. It’s just like when I cooked you food in the past, only - ohhhh - so much more intimate, right? Will you birth soon?”

“We both will,” she said upon the mental link. “I can feel - mhmm! Ohhhh, it’s happening!”

“For myself as well!” Pete proclaimed. She sent out a message via her antenna, and the handmaidens - now six of them in total, led by Maxwell dutifully - all gathered around the empress and queen. Another woman, a former hot shot lawyer named Darren, aided Sharon directed by Yasmin Darley, the nurse. In the corner was Chandra, Maxwell’s former wife. She had been identified as a creature worthy of further uplifting, and was in the stages of becoming a bloated pink queen. Her mind was still panicking - broodmothers were less pliable to the pheromones, and thus would take longer to bring into the fold. Still, she was forced to stay in this room to become accustomed to her fate. One of the handmaidens, a teen girl named Lisa, was sent Chandra’s way to comfort her, and perhaps stir the future broodmother to accept her fate.

“N-no! I can’t b-become like that!” Chandra said, clutching his head. “I don’t c-care how much I f-feel a need to do so! I shouldn’t w-want this! I don’t want to m-make so many eggs all my life. Mhmm . . . so many eggs. No!”

Pete and Sharon ignored her murmurings. Their bellies were tightening, the first contractions of many to come. It was wonderful. It was time to push their eggs down into their ovipositors, ready to be born into the world through the lips of their egg sacs.

“Ahhhhhh,” Pete breathed, sliding her now three pairs of arms over her flushed breasts. “Yessss . . . time to b-become a mother.”

The pressure rose, and rose, and rose, and then it hit its apex. Instinct took over, and Pete and Sharon both allowed it to take the wheel. 

It was time to push.

It was time to birth.

To Be Continued . . .