Mantis Mother, Part 10 (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 10: Adjusting

Ivy rose with great difficulty, aided by her six strong arms and slightly plated legs, and nearly overcorrected thanks to her heavy egg sac. But as she stood her tears dried, and she felt somehow . . . better. None of this was Theo's fault, she knew. It wasn't even entirely Delia's, who she doubted would have ever known the effects of the serum. She had been dealt a horrific, strange, confusing, and frankly highly embarrassing hand, but as she thought about Theo's treatment of her, compared to how she'd treated him back, she realised she had no right to treat him as she had. He couldn't have foreseen these series of events, and there was also the fact that he had been honest and open with her, and continually treated her like a human being.

As heavy as she was, these thoughts gave her the extra energy she needed to exit the room. Her heavy egg sac was over the size of a small refrigerator now, and while the sensation of her engorged rear nipples sliding over the wooden floor was discomforting, she was pleased at least that she could still drag the egg-filled mass. Also, her rear breasts were beginning to be situated more to the lower sides of her ovipositor now that it was continuing to swell. The underside was noticeably more plated between the breasts. Ivy suspected this was to help her manoeuvre more easily now that the sac would likely remain weighed to the ground for the foreseeable future.

“God, the future. A long, long future like this. Ugh.”

There were other changes, too. Her nipples were more like teats on her chest now, tensing occasionally on her chest and begging to be relieved of the milk being stored behind them. Her bosoms actually sloshed as she waddled out of the room, clothed only in an overstretched satin night robe Theo had gotten her.

Pregnant. Pregnant with eggs. It was almost impossible to imagine. Even as she walked she had to pause to push another two eggs through her inner cervix, down into her sac. She grunted as she did so, but the sensation was not altogether bad. She didn’t know if that was worse or not, that she derived a small bit of pleasure from it. Her antennae twitched, identifying Theo's heat signature outside in the wide backyard.

Pregnant. And even once she gave birth to - or was it laid? - her eggs, she'd still have this alien, insectoid body for the rest of her life. Still have her antennae, which she had to admit she was growing fond of. Still have six arms - she could find plenty of convenient uses for those, at least. Still have three enormous pairs of breasts heavily adorning her chest, bouncing, wobbling, and shifting incredibly with each movement. She would always have this enormous fat ovipositor extending behind her. She could only pray it would diminish in size once she laid her eggs.

God, she was going to need so much custom-tailored clothing. What would her parents think when they saw her? How would she even tell them? Would they tell others? Her relationship with them wasn’t bad, per se, but it was distant. They were always travelling away and leaving her by herself. Perhaps this time they would fly away all together.

She wiped some further tears from her cheeks as she slowly manoeuvred her uncooperative mass through to the backdoor. She breathed deep, and felt the still-strange sensation of her nostril slits opening like vents to receive oxygen. That made her sniffle, and even that sound was alien to her. That was what she would miss most of all in some ways. She would miss her lithe body, her flexibility, her ability to play sports and go for a run, all things her body was no longer suited for. But for the changes to have robbed her of even her nose? Her cute little nose that framed her face so perfectly and made her such a petite little catch? Now even that was lost to her.

All sense of petiteness was gone now: as bloated and massively limbed and pregnant with insectoid eggs as she was. What would the contents of those eggs even look like? She shuddered to think of the inhuman monsters growing inside her gravid form. As repulsive as it was to think that she was now some insect broodmare, at least she was spared the feeling of them writhing and squirming about inside her.

As Ivy continued to hold herself deep in anxious thought, she passed a tall mirror near the backyard exit. She paused, unable to keep from looking at herself, at how much she had changed. Her skin was now very pink, with darker shades around her exoskeletal parts, and occasional white spots. The spots were almost like freckles, perhaps even a little cute? Perhaps she was clutching at straws. Her hair had sprouted much longer, and was also a pale pink, all the better to match her pink-on-black eyes which gazed into her strange reflection.

"I'm enormous," she muttered to herself, looking over her many mounds, and she yelped as she realised her voice had altered further. It still sounded like her, but now had a strange reverb to it, like an echo of her own voice trailed just a few milliseconds later.

"What the hell?"

She grabbed at her throat, and spoke again.

"Hello . . . testing, testing, Ivy's new voice. Geez, it sounds like I'm buzzing. Because I wasn't already enough of a big insect broodmare carting all these fucking eggs around."

She looked at herself one last time, still seeing the cute, petite girl with all her life ahead of her. And now, because of a freak prank played on her by a rival, she was doomed to live as a bloated, milk-filled, egg-laying bug girl. She twisted before the mirror to view herself side-on. It was astonishing, she was even bigger than she thought. Her pregnant belly stretched so far forward she looked like she was due with quadruplets, and her three stacks of enormous boobs were outlined heavily against the thin satin robe. Her hair had grown longer, and her antennae too, they now jutted out from her skull nearly two feet long. Out the back of the robe, through two slits in the fabric, her wings were folded. She opened them experimentally to see their width, and was amazed when they unfurled even larger than previously, and now adorning colourful pink patterns on the webbing. She flapped them several times, and sighed when she realised they were still cosmetic; she was far too full with children to get off the ground.

She couldn’t help but frown as she saw what this strange pregnancy had done to her body in so little time; her ass was much bigger, and her hips quite wide, as if stretching just to store all the little bug children growing in their eggs within her. But it was impossible to ignore the dominating mass of the egg sac. It was huge, and bulbous, and oddly bumpy in places where more eggs had been packed.

She wiggled her hips experimentally, and managed to slide the weighted sac side to side across the smooth tile floor. She shivered as her underboobs, as she was beginning to think of them, ejaculated yet more of her pale pink milk. A cursory glance and it was easy to see she had left a thin trail of milk all the way from the room Theo let her stay in. 

All in all, her body had more curves, many of them inhuman, than she knew what to do with. She shuddered as another egg released, felt it pass with a stinging yet weirdly pleasing pressure through down into her sack, and continued on outside. It was harder to move about on the grass, even on the fine clear day that it was; her ovipositor dragged on the grass and dirt, and she had to use more of her increasingly powerful leg muscles to press forward. Once she nearly toppled over, and she felt a strong tug in her shoulders where her wings unfurled instinctively to beat several times and lift her back. She was grateful they had some use, at least.

She found Theo out in the distance looking over some bushes, and moved towards him. He was fully engaged with whatever he was doing, so she decided to get closer and peer over his shoulder. He was picking flowers. Some daffodils in fact; her favourites.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” she asked, still getting used to her new buzzing voice. 

Theo practically leapt into the air. “Jesus, Ivy, you scared the shit out of me!”

She giggled, her voice still emitting that strange buzzing reverb. It was the most flustered she’d ever seen him. “Sorry Theo, I just wanted to see what you were doing. You never told me you had a girlfriend. That’s who you’re picking those flowers out for, isn’t it?”

Theo went bright red. Ivy recognised the look; she’d been just as, if not more, embarrassed of events before her in the last few weeks. She began to feel as if she’d trodden onto awkward ground.

“Oh shit, I’ve done something stupid haven’t I? Do I need to cover up more? It’s basically impossible but I can try. I know I shouldn’t be out, I’ll go back inside.”

She began the arduous motion of trying to turn around; it was easier to take a wide circle and let her egg sac pivot around instead of trying to lift it. Theo stepped forward.

“No Ives, don’t go. Sorry, I just didn’t expect you.”

She looked at him. Out in the day, his forearms bare, his muscles on slight display, she couldn’t help but be more than a little aroused. It wasn’t fair that he could look so attractive while she was stuck as she was, forced to simply watch him. Worse too that it wasn’t just her nethers that seeped when she was turned on now, but the lips at the end of her ovipositor as well.

“It’s okay Theo, I’ll head back in.”

“No, stay!” He shifted awkwardly. “I’m just surprised to see you out here; the last few weeks I’ve been trying to get you out of the house and into the sun. Y’know, get out, stretch your legs.”

“And my wings?” She opened them up before him, unfurling to their great expansion, before tucking them back behind her shoulders again.

“Wow, well, yeah, definitely those two. Gee, those have gotten bigger, haven’t they?”

She raised an eyebrow. Well, she didn’t have eyebrows anymore, but she did have a darker pink mottled pattern that outlined a sort of eyebrow. “All of me has gotten bigger.” She gestured with each set of arms; one set pointing out her engorged chests, another at her orb of a belly, the last set jabbing back to her increasingly problematic egg sac.

“Still,” Theo recovered, “it’s great to see you out. I honestly didn’t expect it. Especially since, you know, the uh, the news.”

Both sets of eyes drew to her stomach. Ivy became painfully aware once more, not only of how huge she was, but also that she could practically feel more of her insectoid young gestating in egg form within her. Like she was some damn freak factory.

“I don’t want to talk about that now,” she said, and then sighed, “I’m . . . dealing with it. It’s a shock. A fucking big one, on top of everything else, but I was wrong to blame you Theo. You’ve done nothing but help me since I came to you, and I’ve been acting like a total bitch to you. Blame the pregnancy hormones I guess.”

“No one would blame you in your situation, Ivy.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry. I’m a fucking freak Theo, and it terrifies me that this is my life now. I can no longer do so many things I once took for granted, and I have no idea what I’m going to say to my parents when they get back from overseas. But you . . . you never stopped treating me as a person. I wanted to come out and say I don’t blame you for this. I hope Delia rots in hell for what she’s done to me, but I don’t blame you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me.”

Theo smiled. It was a warm, genuine smile. “Thank you Ives, that means more than you can imagine. I know I keep saying it, but I’m going to do everything I can to help you.”

She placed an arm on his shoulder, and was again surprised at the firm muscle there, before withdrawing it. Her antennae twitched, and all at once she felt a strong emotion within him.

It was compassion. Empathy. And perhaps something more . . . something like romantic interest, perhaps?

“Okay, I’m sorry to be freaky, but thanks to these additions I can definitely sense what you’re feeling right now.”

“Oh, well, I-”

“You have got to tell me who the lucky girl is Theo. Or guy, if you swing that way.”

He smirked. “I don’t, trust me. Well, you remember when we sat up watching movies the other night?”

She nodded, wondering where this was going. “Of course.”

“Well, you mentioned flowers, I can’t even remember in what context. And later, I couldn’t help but think about this girl I’ve developed a bit of a strange crush on. I’ve been wanting to tell her for a few weeks now actually, but it’s something I’ve always struggled with. So I thought, maybe give her some flowers.”

Ivy tried to ignore the screaming part of her brain that told her she’d ever be lucky enough to have someone be like that for her anymore.

“That’s fantastic Theo! Is she from work?”

He turned the thought around in his head. “Sort of. I don’t think she realises I’m even into her, even when I’m staring her right in the face.”

“You should compliment her, tell her how beautiful she is in your eyes. That line always worked on me before I mutated and grew a fucking eggsace.”

Theo scratched his chin. “That’s just the thing. I think she’s beautiful, but she has a lot of body image issues, especially lately, and I’m worried that if I tell her she looked gorgeous to me she might think I’m some sort of weirdo.”

Ivy placed four of her knuckles on her hips, and the other two hands over her belly. “What, is she fat or something?”

Theo nearly snorted, then held back a chuckle. “She’s a . . . bigger girl. Definitely, though it’s not really her fault. She’s been going through some changes lately.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that. Stop being cryptic and just tell me Theo, I’m dying for some new news here!”

Theo sighed in exasperation, picked up the flowers again, and pressed them into Ivy’s hand. For a moment she was confused, and then before she could even register what was happening, he had stepped forwards, grasped the back of her head gently, and begun kissing her deeply.

Ivy’s eyes went wide with shock - and they were very wide following her changes now - and she was near-instantly overwhelmed with that same astonishing, overwhelming feeling transmitted by her antennae and into her brain. Love. From Theo to her, she could feel love. His love for her. His other hand found her cheek, and he kissed deeply again leaning forward so that her belly did not come too much between them. Her flushed breasts began to warm considerably, her milk production increasing as he held her, and slowly five of her arms not counting the one still holding the flowers moved to encircle him. She kissed him back.

And then they parted, and Ivy took a deep breath, her satin night robe opening up to reveal three sets of cleavage. Her nipples stood out, hard with arousal and tenting the fabric. She felt exposed, and confused, and somehow, despite it all, so so wonderful.

“Theo, I - you . . . I never realised - even when I look like this? I don’t understand.”

Theo caressed her cheek, his other hand embracing one of hers. “What’s to understand Ives? I’m head over heels for you. I know so many things are so terrifying for you right now, but I can’t help but say it; I like you. I want . . . I want to be with you, if you’ll have me.”

“You want me,” she breathed, her voice buzzing with warmth. “Wow. I don’t know what to say Theo.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“That’s just the thing! I want to! You’re the only comfort I’ve got, and I know I feel so many things for you, but I don’t want you to be stuck with me, or feel some duty to me, I told you I don’t blame you.”

“And I’m telling you, it’s not that. You have a beautiful soul, Ives, and a wonderful mind, and I feel so comfortable with you, even when you’re not comfortable with yourself.”

She could feel tears forming. “But - but I’m a freak!”

Theo smiled. “Not to me, Ives. I don’t mind how you look. To be honest, and at the risk of making you uncomfortable, but I think you still look very attractive. Beautiful. Even a little hot, if I’m being honest. And I mean it; just because you’re changed doesn’t make you a freak. Because you’re not; you look radiant.”

She knew he was telling the truth. Her antennae could feel it, including when he thought of her as still being attractive. 

“You really think I’m pretty?” She’d never imagined anyone ever could again.

"I do," he said. And again he was telling the truth.

Ivy beamed, and then her expression turned to horror as that low pressure in her gut returned. She leaned against Theo with two arms, clenching his shirt as her other hands all leapt to her swollen mound. “Ooooh . . . oh shit. Shit. Wh-why now!?”

She tensed, clenching her eyes shut and pushing like a pregnant woman in labor - which, she supposed, she basically was - until not one or two but three more eggs descended, pressing firmly against those already taking up the space inside her elasticised egg sac.

She relaxed some, still panting slightly, her six engorged breasts now seeping milk into her night robe to her embarrassment.

“Goddamn this stupid fat insect body. I’m so sorry Theo, I couldn’t help it. I just can’t get a break from these goddamn eggs inside me.”

But much to her relief Theo only gave a soft-hearted chuckle, and placed a hand on her taut belly. “It’s okay, Ives, it’s okay. It doesn’t bother me, really, it doesn’t. I’m the one recording your condition, remember?”

She flushed red with embarrassment, only to realise one upside of her new pink colouring was that no one could quite tell when she was humiliated.

“I know,” she said, “and . . . thank you. I’m not sure how to deal with all this, but I’m glad I met you Theo. I’m . . . I’m glad I’m with you.”

She shuffled forward slightly, until her great dome of a belly rested against his stomach and crotch. She might have been mistaken, but she swore she could feel a distinctly hard bulge in his pants. There was no denying she was seeping slightly, from a number of orifices, both traditional and new. She learned forward, her antennae twitching in joy and bewilderment, and kissed her caretaker again, this time letting the flowers fall to the ground and placing all six of her arms around his waist tightly.

She giggled awkwardly as they parted. “Oh God, this is going to take some getting used to Theo, I don’t even know if I’m capable anymore of . . . I don’t know how half my own body works and I . . . I’m still scared about being pregnant and this all being too much and -”

Theo shushed her, embracing her back so that her fulsome F-cups squashed up against his chest. She had no doubts his chest was getting soaked in her milk, but he didn’t seem to care. “Hey, hey now,” he said, “we’ll take it slow, okay? I’m sorry, Ives. You’ve been through so much. You’re so strong.”

She began to cry. “Sorry, all these damn hormones, half of them aren’t even human probably,”

He consoled her, and asked if she wanted to go back inside. All she could do was nod and wipe at her tears. If she still had a nose no doubt it’d be all phlegmy. Small favours, she supposed. Theo began to lead her back inside when a more external pain erupted from Ivy’s ovipositor.

“Oh shit! Ouch ouch ouch, sorry, my sac is stuck on that branch! Ah, can you help me?”

Theo couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course Ives, now and always.” He struggled to lift her large ovipositor, so full of eggs filled with life formed from the two of them, and after much effort and a lot of embarrassment on her part, they began to move back inside.

“So . . . what did you mean by a bigger girl?” she teased.

To Be Continued . . .