Mantis Mother, Part 15 (Insect Broodmother TF Preg)

The final chapter! Hope you have all enjoyed this story!

By FoxFaceStories

Ivy Hartridge is a college genius who has aroused the jealousy of popular girl Delia due to them both fancying the same man. But when Delia pranks Ivy by having her injected with a spliced insect serum, neither could have imagined that Ivy would begin to transform into a very fertile mantis mother-to-be!

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Part 15: Epilogue

It had been some time since that day when Theo came home and found his now-wife pushing out the next of her brood, her hatchlings already drinking from her many breasts. It had been quite the shock to both of them, but something had lit up inside Ivy that day, something maternal. She knew that her body was now like that of an insect broodmother; her mantis form would continue to grow with eggs, which would then push into a bloated ovipositor, which would then finally enter the world, to be hatched days later. She would forever make prodigious amounts of milk to feed her enormous clutches, and therefore require significant calorie intakes to sustain her bodily needs, and this would be her form for the rest of her life.

Six arms.

A pair of fanning wings.

Eighteen breasts.

Pink-white skin.

Sensitive antennae.

A huge ovipositor and belly.

A inhuman but cute mantis girl face.

And, as it turned out, quite the strong breeding instinct.

This would be her now, and there was no going back. Even if a change to her genetic condition could be found, it would take decades or longer to find. Far better to accept this life and lean into her maternal instincts, and find ways to deal with it, and even embrace it.

Now, was over a year since that fateful day. Ivy’s never-ending pregnancies had long since become a fact of life for the two of them, and the insectoid broodmother was well-accustomed to recognising the signs of an impending clutch ready to be laid. She was laid out upon a custom-made couch, extra long and catering to the ground so that her ovipositor could recline upon it and push out eggs without them falling from a height.

“H-hi h-honey,” she said weakly as Theo entered. She clutched her stomach as she strained to expel four or so fertilised eggs that had developed within her. She grunted slightly as the first of them squeezed out from her ovipositor’s lips and rolled a little catchment set up for this purpose. While Ivy had thankfully never again approached the size of her initial birthing, her pregnancies still resulted in her bloating up constantly. Currently, her stomach looked to be full-term with twins in size, and her egg sac was noticeably full.

Theo moved to his wife, and planted a loving kiss on her mouth. “Sorry for the long day in the lab. How are you doing, my love?”

She gave him a flushed grin. “W-well - aha ahh ahh - enough! Just getting the new babies - oohhh - out!””

She gave a pleasurable squeak as two more were expelled from her body. Her abdomen then shifted slightly as an egg passed through her inner passage, leaving her to grunt, and then made its way into her ovipositor. Another one on its way to replace one that had just left. She gestured with her antennae at the six little insectoid babies in her arms, which were nuzzling at her breasts, which had remained at their immense, wobbling sizes since her first laying. Twelve more babies were breastfeeding from her rear breasts.

“Another busy day of laying?”

“As always.”

“Well, at least I have a few days off from the lab now to spend time with you.”

“When do I get a day off?”

Ivy snorted through her thin nostril slits. “When do I get a day off?”

“Sorry, that’s my fault, I know.”

She just placed two hands on his thigh as he sat down, then nestled against him.

“No, it’s hers. And I accept it now. Not like I have much of a choice, right? Besides, look how cute my little babies are?”

She returned her hands to her chest to make sure the six feeding there were well-positioned. As alien as they were, they really were quite adorable.

Theo smiled. Despite all the initial horror and anxiety and fear over her now-permanent condition, Ivy had taken to motherhood like a pro. She loved all her babies, which now numbered over a thousand, and did her best to take care of them and raise them. Her only regret was that she couldn’t get to know them all as well as she wanted.

Once Ivy finished pushing out her latest additions to their vast brood, Theo helped her clean herself. While her body had to constantly feed her young, they were able to store enough of her excess milk in automated feeders to take care of them for a spell, and that gave them some . . . private time. Ivy still had a powerful libido, and Theo was more than happy to rise to the occasion. She often rode him, but being careful of her weight there were other positions they managed, usually with her rear abdominal mass resting on a raised surface so he could take her from behind.

“Ohhhh, yessss!” she moaned in her trilled mantis mother voice. “I’ve b-been missing this allll d-day! B-breed me, sweetie! Fill m-me with your y-young! Ahhhh!!”

It was the kind of talk that turned Theo on, she knew, but it also aroused her greatly, thanks to her breeding instincts. There was always a trade off, of course: though she was permanently pregnant, after a passionate act of intercourse with her husband, there would always be a much larger clutch on the horizon, enough to overburden her at times. She knew the risks she was taking though: it was important to keep the passion alive, and knowing it would make her so hyper pregnant for a spell, even more than usual, turned her the fuck on. It was a far cry from her old attitude, and no doubt spurred on by her insectoid nature, but like many things it was easier to embrace it.

Afterwards, the two snuggled up on the couch in front of the television. Theo ate his more regular dinner, and she had a much, much more piled series of plates to devour. He ate little, and she ate a great deal - her permanently pregnant state and constantly lactating breasts meant that her intake was much higher these days - but they continued to snuggle up against one another.

After her first clutch, and despite their shared love for the children they had created, Ivy and Theo quickly found themselves overburdened by the responsibilities of raising over a hundred children, especially since Ivy continued to lay more of them every few days after. In the end, they had to have the discussion over when to go public, and appeal to the government for aid in managing their brood. Ivy was reluctant at first.

“But what if they take our babies?” she had asked, tears in their eyes. “They’re all I have now, them and you, Theo. What if they try to experiment on me, or put me on display? I don’t want that. I never wanted any of this.” She gestured to her stomach, which had already expanded since that morning as her next batch of eggs developed. “But now that I’m stuck like this, I don’t want to lose what I have left.”

Theo assured her, as he often did. “That won’t happen Ivy, you know it won’t. There are other people out there who have been transformed due to different circumstances as well. Like that woman you’ve been chatting to, the one who is part-cow, or the scientist in Australia who keeps giving birth due to fusing with the reproductive particle experiment. None of them have been experimented on, have they? I mean, apart from the accidents that created them.”

Ivy sagged, her wings fluttering nervously. "I know, it's just a lot to take in, knowing I’ll be going public. I still haven’t told my parents. As far as they know, I just sort of . . . went low contact. I’ll have to explain everything to them, God. I want to see them, even if they are a bit distant, but at least talking over text keeps them from knowing I’m a freak.”

“You’re not a freak,” he said, holding her. 

At that moment, her ovipositor gurgled, as did her belly. She had to push from both ends, sending two eggs through her inner passage and two others out into the world, her rear lips distending almost pleasurably, causing her to coo.

“Evidence A that I am,” she joked, breathing carefully. “Delia doesn’t know how successful she was. I’m embarrassed about what Daniel will think. How embarrassing is that? He’s my ex, and I love you, but it’s weird knowing your ex will know you became a pregnant bug gal.”

“I get it. I mean, as much as I can.”

“I know we’re going out now but it’s so awkward knowing your ex will see you that way. All of them will know I’m some insect broodgirl, who’ll be continually pregnant from now until . . . I don't know, I hit menopause I guess? Do insects have menopause? Will I?"

"They don't," Theo responded, "but you might still."

Ivy rolled her eyes and sat her chin into two of her six palms. "Great, because then I'd only have to deal with, what, thirty more years of being constantly preggers and laying eggs? Not to mention I'd be making milk that whole time."

She sighed heavily, her large pink breasts wobbling in their enormous maternity bras.

“Fine. Let’s do it. Rip the bandaid off before I regret it.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am. So long as I’ve got you, I can do it.”

It had been a long and awkward process. For a brief time Ivy Hartridge was all the rage in the news; the cute former university girl transformed through scientific experimentation gone wrong into a constantly pregnant insect mom. Ivy tried to stay clear of public appearances and reporters, but inevitably crumpled to the pressure and provided a single interview to a respectable news source that honoured her request for non-invasive questioning. She showed up wearing a custom made dress that did its best to professionally cover her form without concealing it.

Still, it was embarrassing to suddenly start grunting and moaning during the interview as her next clutch came early. Thankfully that was edited out of the broadcast, and the reporter and her camera crew even got a kick out of entertaining the eldest of her many children, who clung to her saying “Mommy mommy, who are they?” and giving their names to the new people. There had even been a shared laugh when Piper, one of her girls, became visibly confused at how strange the female humans looked, having never seen one before.

Dealing with the government was a long process she never wanted to repeat, but in the end an accord was struck; she agreed to occasionally be studied in order to advance the field of genetic engineering, and in response a large compound not unlike a protected town would be created to house her and her young, with staff and services to aid their development. She and Theo were satisfied by this arrangement, as it meant they could raise their many, many children helped by others, and Ivy also had other humans to be in contact with. It was around this time that Ivy’s parents came back into her life. Things were very awkward as expected, but if there’s one thing that holds true for all parents of adult children, it’s that they want grandchildren. Neither of the Hartridge pair imagined they’d be getting bug grandchildren, of course, but once they held a few, there was a connection.

Life wasn't perfect: Ivy occasionally became freshly irritated or sombre over opportunities she would no longer have, and her constant bouts of laying and endlessly engorged breasts brought no end of burden to her form. When she watched the Olympics on TV she became quite jealous of the sheer level of physical action possible that she would never achieve, and America’s Next Top Model was basically a taunt to her: here was the feminine ideal. She even watched Mommy Blogs online for a while, often cackling at how ‘hard’ some of these women had it.

“Try giving birth every third day then!” she announced. “And breastfeeding eighteen kids at a time and still having more of them wanting to get on the boob!”

But Theo was always there for her, just as he was now.

In the present moment it was easy to reflect on all that had changed. The two of them rested on the couch, the various maids having given them privacy, while they watched an important trial on television. Ivy had been trying to keep her thoughts off of this all day, and Theo had wisely said nothing, but now the moment was here.

Delia, the one who had unintentionally but maliciously altered her into the brood mother she was today and forever more, was being sentenced. Delia had been shocked at how successful her prank had been, and claimed utter remorse, but Ivy didn't find it too convincing. She'd seen the bitch actually smile when Ivy was called to the stand two weeks ago to provide testimony, and Ivy experienced the embarrassment of having to halt just to lay three more eggs and shift two others downwards. This wasn’t even to mention the wet patches all across her shirt. Her lawyer claimed the performance had actually helped the case against Delia when Ivy was forced to contend for two awkward minutes with a particularly large egg. Ultimately, she'd been allowed to watch the proceedings from home, due to her constant 'condition'.

"Here comes the sentence," Theo said as she helped one of her latest children latch onto her lower right breast. Her wings fluttered anxiously as the judge proclaimed Delia's punishment.

"WHAT!?" she cried, startling their children, "FOUR YEARS!! THAT'S IT?"

Theo helped calm her, and in her irritation she nearly squeezed through another egg just out of frustration.

"I know it's not the outcome we hoped for, Ives, but we were told this was likely.”

Ivy folded her uppermost arms over her uppermost breasts, skin pinker than usual. "Yeah, well I don't have to like it. She spends just four years in prison and I get to spend the rest of my life looking like this, feeding my kids, and laying more of them every day. That's justice for you."

"Things will get better, Ives," Theo said. He leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "The compound is expanding, we've got our own place built by the government, lots of space to raise the kids, no matter how much we end up happening. And your parents are visiting this weekend! Your brother too.”

Ivy placed a left hand on his thigh and a second on his chest as her upper pair of hands brought his lips to hers. She was glad that after some time, and as embarrassing as she could be, her family still loved her. Her brother John even was a pretty cool uncle to her many, many little children, though it was understandably awkward to occasionally have to give birth to eggs in front of her sibling, and just generally be a big, super-pregnant insectoid gal in front of him. Particularly since he’d grown up ribbing her for her waifish, stick-thin figure.

"Thank you Theo," she said as she pulled away, her pillowy breasts still pressed against him, "I just worry that - ohh!"

There was a familiar 'plop' sound as Ivy clenched her eyes shut for a moment. She sighed heavily.

"Another one?" Theo asked.

Ivy nodded, still concentrating. "T-two, I think. Nngh! Oohhh . . . make that three. I think that d-date night two w-weeks ago really d-did a number on m-me! Ahh!"

The stem of her ovipositor swelled slightly like a cartoon hose, and then suddenly three large eggs passed through into the egg sac. Her daughters and sons continued to suckle greedily away at her rear abdominal tits, shifting only slightly as the ovipositor swelled a little.

"Ahhh," she sighed as it squeezed through the entrance to her egg sac. "God Theo, you really knocked me up good."

He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's too late for the blame game anyway. I'm knocked up for good, and from the looks of things I'll be pushing out eggs for the rest of my life - ohhhh! Ah-ah-ahhhh . . . and there's another one. Exhibit A, again."

Theo gave her another peck on the cheek. “You’re amazing, Ives. You’re strong. You’re already a terrific mother.” He gazed at the two adorable little bug-girls nestled up against their mother, feeding at two of her three right breasts. 

Ivy scoffed. “Ha! I better be. After all, I’m going to have a lot of kids. I can already feel more of them growing inside of me, and my eggsac weighs a ton, seriously.” She gestured at her swollen ovipositor upon which six of her latest clutch were currently suckling, even as she picked up another three children with her other arms and set them against the milk-filled F cups on her torso. “Not to mention I’m making at least nine times more milk than any woman in history.”

Thoe felt himself stiffen, and Ivy’s antennae twitched in response.

“Oh my god, are you turned on by me being pregnant? You pervert!”

It was not actually new information, but it was fun to tease him about it.

Theo laughed. “I can’t help it! The thought of you being so full of my kids is just so hot. Call it Pavlovian response or something.”

She snorted. “That’s just because you’re the one that doesn’t have to carry them all, or push them out of an eggsac you’re still not even used to dragging behind you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Still,” Ivy smiled, even as she pushed yet another egg through, “it’s nice that someone at least still finds me sexy.” She smirked. “Admit it, my insect body turns you on. You love having me as your big, pregnant, milk-filled insect queen.”

“Gods I do,” Theo sighed, caressing her swollen dome of a stomach.

“Even if it means we’re going to have a really, really big family?”

“Especially if that. Lots of little hatchlings.”

Ivy smiled. “Then I guess I can have a bit of fun with this. Y’know, the whole being always hugely pregnant and birthing constantly thing. Mmmhhnhhh . . . speaking of which, can you be a dear and catch this one - aahh - coming through! Oohh!”

The uni student-turned-insect broodmother squirmed slightly as the lips of her egg sac parted to allow a large egg to pass through. It stretched the tip, slowly for a moment until it reached past the halfway point and began to slide more easily out. Ivy shuddered with a blissful moan, and Theo moved to grab the egg, placing it in a protected pile with a number of others.

“God, it’s so fucked up that I enjoyed that,” Ivy sighed. 

“I'm glad you do. You deserve to feel good about what you're doing."

She grinned. "Not like I have a choice. This momma is going to be popping out kids for decades to come. At least it's - oooohhhhh - p-pretty n-nice at times."

Theo grinned, and began massaging her breast. "How about I make it even nicer for you?”

Ivy moaned in pleasure, slowly lowering the many babies from her breasts.

“Mmhmmn okay . . . I’m sure we can fit in a quick one before - ah - I lay this next lot.

They didn’t quite manage, but then orgasming always made Ivy unintentionally squeeze new life out into the world these days.

***

Ivy continued to lay her brood for many years to come. She and Theo remained together, raising their enormous horde of bug-girls and bug-boys from infancy under the support of the state in their private compound. Ivy would always be pregnant, and there would rarely ever be a moment where she wasn’t pushing eggs into her ovipositor, laying, or simply growing with more children to come. She and Theo always found moments to be intimate, but at all other times, Ivy always had at least two or more of her children attached to her many breasts and suckling away at her continued milk production. She was, and would always now be, a bloated insect broodmother pregnant with thousands and thousands of young yet to come.

Until, of course, one of her own girls became the new mantis mother queen. Then, Ivy finally got her time to have a break. But that took quite a few decades to happen.

The End