Mantis Mother, Part 14 (Insect Broodmother TF Preg)

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 14: Hatchlings

"I laid more eggs last night," Ivy muttered as she downed another spoonful of cereal. "Some in my sleep. When is this going to stop?"

Theo gave her a wan smile as he passed over a second bowl he had prepared. Her hunger had subsided a great deal ever since she had laid her enormous clutch, but the six engorged breasts on her torso and six similarly productive mammaries on the underside of her ovipositor were still rapidly creating sustenance, and so she was still much more voracious. Not to mention her overall body was much . . . bulkier than before. Between her heavy FF-cups, her still-rounded dome of a belly, her additional four arms and the large abdomen that nearly rested on the ground behind her, there was a lot more Ivy than there was before. Not to mention that the light insectoid plating along her abdomen and up her back weighed somewhat heavier, on top of her stronger back and leg muscles just to support her brood-form. 

"I'm not sure Ivy, I could have sworn the scanner showed you were clear of eggs . . ."

His voice trailed off as he became lost in thought.

"What is it?" Ivy said.

"Huh?"

She smirked, trying to mask any worry. "You're thinking about something. That's the face you make when you’ve got a theory, particularly one about my condition.” 

Theo looked a bit concerned over something. “I’ll be in my lab today for a bit, Ives. I’ve just had a thought about your condition that I hadn’t considered before you, well, laid your eggs.”

Ivy cringed at the sentence. It was true, but that only made it all the weirder.

“Okay . . . should I know anything?”

“I don’t know anything yet, and I don’t want to alarm you. Trust me, your antennae can tell you that it’s not life threatening or anything, I just want to confirm if your body - your insectoid form - has stabilised. I had assumed from earlier that the insect DNA had found a synthesis with your human DNA and resulted in a new species. I need to confirm that in full now.”

Ivy felt he was holding something back, but was already discomforted enough by her wanton hunger and the sensation of her six torso breasts becoming increasingly full of her milk, while the rear ones were already aching with fullness.

“Sure, okay. I’ll come visit you if I need anything? Or if you need anything?”

He smiled, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Ives. Love you.”

He patted her on the bum as he moved past. It was nice, at least, that her ass - as big as it was - was still appreciated by somebody.

Ivy had just finished devouring her breakfast when a strange sound echoed from within the room she had not entered since she had squeezed her body empty of eggs there. It was the sound of a loud crack.

At once Ivy stood. Her antennae flickered, going crazy, and she yelped as they twitched in the direction of the room she had not entered since she had laid her brood within it. At once she could sense it, another sensation granted by the twin growths from her forehead.

Her babies were beginning to hatch.

“Oh my,” she said. And despite her fears, despite all her hesitation over what her children might look like or be, she instantly began to move towards them.

Her heart pounded, and she arched her back as her breasts were overcome with a warm flush, already beginning to work overdrive to produce even more litres of milk.

“MMhhnnhmm,” she moaned as she waddled forward. Nervousness filled her at what she was about to see, but some part of her was unable to do anything but investigate and see exactly what her young looked like, what they were. She clutched her stomach, putting the familiar churning out of mind as she pressed forward into the room.

Ivy gasped.

Evidently Theo had done an immense job of cleaning the room of the various fluids and milk stains since she had squirted her juices every which way while struggling to push out her brood, but the egg piled had been also neatly distributed across the floor, so that none were crushed beneath the others or buried within their piles. There was barely much room on the floor as it was, but Theo had clearly put a lot of thought into keeping them shored up against the walls, so that there was no real danger of crushing any.

Sixty five eggs, not counting the thirteen in the other room, or the ones she knew were still developing inside of her, the ones she was trying to ignore. The eggs were pink-white, and ovoid in shape, some still covered in the sticky fluids that had helped aid their passage through her being. And one was beginning to open. She moved to see - it was only behind two other rows of eggs - but then hesitated.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready. Wasn’t sure she would ever be ready. But then, who was ever ready when it came to having kids?

She leaned forward, trying to still her heart, and peeked in as the top of the egg cracked open and something unfurled from within.

It was small, and pink - almost as pink as herself - and as it cracked out from the shell it stumbled, and her hands shot out with a speed she never knew they possessed to catch it. It was just like her; female, with six chubby little arms and a tiny little ovipositor developing, and there were six pink nipples that ran down its front. It had her eyes - not her old eyes but her new ones: pink pupils on inky black sclera - and it also had her ‘nose’ or lack of, two adorable little slits that widened with each intake of its breath. Tiny little joints at its shoulder blades would one day become wings, and the two near-imperceptible points on its forehead would eventually become antennae, just like hers. The creature, the girl, squirmed in her hands, grasping out for something as it softly mewled.

Ivy exhaled as her nipples throbbed, tensing and lengthening in impatience, the milk building up behind them like fountains about to erupt. She knew then what she had to do. 

She placed the newborn up against her chest, and helped it latch. Ivy gasped as its mouth found suction on her nipple, and began to suckle with a force that was surprisingly powerful . . . and surprisingly pleasant. The rest of her nipples began to dribble milk, but all she could focus on was the ritual tug tug tug of the insectoid little baby curled gently against her massive chest, sucking at her milk. 

She crouched down onto her knees, gently resting her ovipositor on the ground so that the twelve fat breasts wobbling on its underside parted, the sensitive nipples splayed out on either side. Still the child drank from her, and she caressed it gently, overcome with emotion. Tears pooled in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks and she considered the small precious thing she held.

“My daughter,” she whispered lovingly, as it closed its eyes and continued to suckle. 

She stayed there for several minutes of beatific breastfeeding with her daughter, when suddenly another crack sounded from a nearby egg, followed by another. She gazed around at the two hundred plus eggs around her, as one by one a number of others cracked opened, and mewling little children began to struggle around. With her six arms, she collected them; a beautiful set of four boys and another girl, and, with each one in a separate arm, held them against her chest to drink.

“Ooohhhhhhh . . .” she moaned, overcome with bliss from her feeding children. She could feel her enormous udders being drained of their contents, even as she felt her just-eaten breakfast being converted into more milk for her immense brood. 

She could barely believe it, but she was a mother. The circumstances were unreal, her body and species no longer human, her children just as odd . . . but she was a mother to them. To her many, many sons and daughters. 

Others began to hatch, mewling and occasionally crying like newborn babes, albeit with a somewhat insectoid trill. Ivy gasped as her rear breasts seemed to almost visibly swell with nutrients in preparation for her young. She guided herself down, shifting her ovipositor around so that it sat on its side, and carefully set down the now-sleeping babies against her chest as she latched the remaining newborns to the twelve enormous udders at her rear. 

“OOohh . . . ahhhhh that feels gooood,” she groaned. “Finally all these boobs have some damn use.”

More babies hatched, and more latched onto her elongated nipples, suckling at each of her milk-filled mammaries until all eighteen of her milk ducts were busy. And as each baby had their tum full of her milk, she gently laid it down in a spare space, adoring at its wiggling little hands and shifting egg sacs - the latter of which the boys clearly lacked - and moved to the next. 

Whether it was the chemicals and hormones flowing in response to breastfeeding, or simply that despite herself she was falling deeply in love with all her children, Ivy had never known such peace and wonder since she had first begun to change. Maybe even ever. 

Her belly churned, and she placed a spare hand atop it as something descended in her womb, and an urge to push came over her. One of her baby boys grabbed at her middle left breasts, his tiny fingers sinking into the soft skin, and she smiled at him as she helped him latch. 

“Feel that?” she asked, “you have some younger brothers and sisters who are waiting to meet you.”

***

It was hours later that Theo left his workstation, now sure of his results. He had run the tests half a dozen times, and each had come back with the same conclusion: Ivy’s pregnancy wasn’t finished. In fact, it had only just begun. The changes to her DNA had been far more extensive than he had imagined, and he cursed himself for not thinking of it. Ivy still had the intelligence of a normal human, but her body had become as hyperfertile as a real insect queen. One impregnation was all it took, and her body would retain the remaining sperm, keeping it from dying, and using it over and over to continue growing her brood. The initial tests had not shown this because her body had not drawn upon true spermatozoa; but now that they had had willing sex since . . .

Theo shuddered. He had done this to her. Changed her, altered her, even if it was by Delia’s action it was his experiments that had altered his now-girlfriend’s form. And because of his actions since . . . now she was going to be perpetually, permanently pregnant by his own careless seed. Ivy would always be swelling with eggs, always laying them intermittently, always squeezing them out from her heavy ovipositor.

She would be a true insect broodmother for the rest of her life, all because of him.

“I have no idea how I’m going to break the news to her,” he sighed, overcome with guilt as he entered the main lounge. But Ivy was not there, and when he checked his bedroom and even outside she wasn’t there either. It was only when he heard what sounded like giggling coming from the spare bedroom where Ives had struggled for hours to lay her enormous clutch - the first of many now, he sadly reflected - that he realised where she could be.

Theo approached slowly, uncertain of what he was hearing, and when he saw it, nearly unbelieving.

Ivy sat upon the ground, her powerful legs folded, her large belly resting atop them, and her large ovipositor curled around slightly like a fat tail. All around her lay sleeping insectoid infants just like their mother - boys and girls both - and in her six arms she held an equal number of her brood against her chest, feeding off her milk. Ten pudgy little insectoid babies were nestled against her ovipositor, also drinking hungrily. All around her were sleeping little insectoid angels, cute little six-armed babies. Ivy had her wings fanned out and gently covered them, like a warm blanket of love. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing slow, and Theo couldn’t help but think that her expression was one of utter bliss. She opened her eyes, those beautiful pink-on-black eyes that took all of him in, and she blushed slightly. 

“Theo,” she said gently, “look at them, they’re beautiful.”

And he couldn’t deny that they were. He hadn’t really considered just how fully this moment would mean to him, now that he was a father. A father to more children than he could have imagined. But even as that occurred to him, his thoughts darkened, and he knew he had an obligation to tell Ivy what he had discovered.

“Ivy, I ran the tests. I ran the tests six times over, and . . . I don’t know how to break this to you, but -”

“I know,” she said, nodding sadly, yet also paradoxically looking somewhat pleased, “I’m still pregnant, aren’t I?”

Theo nodded wanly.

“I’m going to remain pregnant aren’t I? For life, I mean.”

Again he nodded, and Ivy seemed to take that in.

“Can you hold your two daughters for a second,” she said suddenly, and before he knew it, two children were thrust into his arms. Ivy rubbed her stomach, a stomach he then realised was noticeably bigger than it had been that morning, and she buckled down, gritting her teeth as she grunted. There was a shift in her womb of more eggs descending, and another in her ovipositor. In moments, two eggs released from the tip of her eggsac, and rolled to a rest upon the floor.

“There’s more . . . ah ah . . . where that came from,” she said with an embarrassed and slightly startled grin.

Theo was startled, not knowing what to say.

“It’s okay, Theo,” Ivy said, drawing him close to kiss him as she placed two more children at her breasts with her other hands. “As wild as this is . . . we’re parents now.”

She stroked her fertile broodmother roundness with a pair of arms, another pair stroking her ovipositor behind her.

“I’m a mother.”

To Be Concluded . . .