Mantis Mother, Part 9 (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 9: Full With Eggs

Ivy Hartridge emerged from the shower and waddled as fast as she could to the kitchen to devour as much as she could. Her engorged breasts were still lactating, but for now at least they were supported in her F cup bras, and the same for the six engorged teats on the underside of her ovipositor. Milk sloshed within them, slowly soaking into the nursing pads of the bras, and she could only hope she wouldn't have to change them more than once a day. The only saving grace was that her belly was less burdened by the pressure she had been feeling the days previous, with some of its immense weight transferred to what she was increasingly thinking of as the 'sac' protruding behind her. It weighed heavily, swaying from side to side, and the surface on top of it had grown harder and almost plated in appearance, the pink colouring noticeably darker. That same plating continued up her spine and ended just as her hair began. Theo had theorised it was strengthening her spine to help her gait, but she still felt like walking was a struggle with the enormous minifridge of an ovipositor behind her.

"So what can this equipment do?" she asked as she scoffed down eggs and bacon. Her stomach trembled. She could already feel it slowly inflating back up to its previous size with every bite.

“It’s an ultrasound machine,” Theo replied as she finished up. “To see what’s going on inside your stomach and ovipositor. Why you’re swelling up.”

"You mean it's not going to cure me?”

Theo pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Ivy, in order to cure a condition we need to know what kind of condition it is. Blood tests and DNA samples can only get me so far. We need to find out what's happening inside you. We need to find out what's happening in here, too."

He patted her stomach lightly for emphasis, and she felt the strange, heavy contents within shift slightly in response to his touch, before sliding back as his hand retreated. Even her stomach was changing now; horizontal bands like the underside of a reptile's belly had formed. The skin was still pale pink and soft, but she could already feel that the development meant that her stomach's surface had a lot more thickness, all the better to hold the objects being produced inside.

Her wings fluttered nervously behind her. Ugh, she'd have to be content with bras and panties until new clothes with wing holes in them could be made.

"Fine, let's do the damn scan. I'm sick of being such a freak whale and not knowing why."

***

Not too long after, Ivy’s mutated form lay back on a hospital gurney, threatening to overwhelm the available space. Her ovipositor, now heavier than ever, hung off the edge between her increasingly muscular legs. Her wings, also larger in size, had flopped to one side as she rested at a funny angle. This left her many arms awkwardly without much place to go. Still, her position had the advantage of providing the enormous dome that was her stomach, and her six bulging breasts, some space to protrude and be scanned. 

Ivy’s entire form was flushed more pink than ever, the colour now clearly an unambiguous result of her mutation. Her skin had a light sheen of sweat, and she groaned lightly at the building pressure in her six rows of breasts, as well as whatever was expanding inside her belly. 

“Ohhhh,” she groaned, as the last of the space provided by the recent strange evacuation of objects into her ovipositor was taken up by new growth. “I’m still - ohhh - growing, Th-Theo. P-pleassssee tell me what’s wrong.”

Her black eyes with their pink pupils looked up at him with desperation. She was so overburdened, she felt as if she might die. She thought again of Delia and what that bitch had done to her. She’d never hated anyone so much in her life.

Theo rubbed the ultrasound jelly over her stomach, going back several times for more of it due to the sheer expanse of skin needing to be covered. Ivy tried not to squirm in growing discomfort, and there was a lot more to squirm now that she had gone from four limbs to ten. Eleven, if her ‘sac’ was counted, and it was tail-like in a way. Her rear breasts dripped milk into the awkwardly fitting bras around her ovipositor, and the six atop her stomach weren't far behind.

"Not long now Ives," Theo said as he readied the scan, "just be patient."

Ivy clenched her many fingers. "It's hard to be - ohh - patient when you're s-so f-full."

"We'll find out why that's the case in a second."

Ivy groaned, growing increasingly impatient. More than two whole weeks of waiting for this, and in that time she had developed two more arms, eight more breasts, a pair of useless wings, and grown even larger and fuller, with what she didn't know.

Theo scanned for what seemed to be a long time. His brow furrowed occasionally, as if he was unsure l or even concerned by a development. Ivy laid there, flushed and full and lactating almost constantly into her bras. A familiar pressure was increasing in her stomach, a growing desire to push that she tried to keep out of mind.

“W-what is it Theo? Just tell - ah - tell me!”

Theo locked eyes with her, and for a moment a chill ran down her spine, all the way to the end of her fattened ovipositor. Her antennae were picking up something from him . . . almost like hesitation, if an emotion could be ‘tasted’ like that.

“I don’t know how to tell you this Ives, so I’ll just come out and say it, and hope that maybe you suspected it all along.”

Ivy gasped, and in that moment she knew, even as he said the words.

“You’re pregnant.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and the shock of it was enough to surrender to the incredible need to push down in her womb. She did so, and -

“Ohh!"

She clutched her large, pregnant stomach, and whimpered as yet more objects pushed through that narrow pelvic tunnel before squeezing out into her ovipositor. There were another few plips and plops, and these ones audible!

“I’m - nnngghh, oh God! - I’m pregnant!?”

“Very, I’m afraid.”

Another urge to push, another painful pressure. The lips at the end of her rear abdominal growth were starting to seep.

“Mhhhmmmnnggh, oh God . . . pregnant with what!?”

“It’s hard to tell, as they’re still in their eggs at the moment. It appears the insect mixture has altered your DNA so much that your body is designed to lay eggs rather than perform live births.”

"EGGS!?!"

Theo coughed, looking a little sheepish. “Oh yes, they're all eggs, and they appear to be fertilised too. Likely a result of mating during your changes, or maybe even the serum itself. It did contain insect fertilising agents."

Another urge to push. She squeezed awkwardly, desperately aware of how heavy and large her stretched ovipositor was becoming.

"These are - ngghnn - eggs going through me? Ohhhh . . ."

"Fertilised ones, yes. There's definitely lifeforms in there.” He poked her stomach gently. “And when they reach a certain size it appears your body develops an instinctive urge to push them down into your ovipositor." His hand traced its way down between her legs to the fat, heavy growth that continued to swell out behind her while standing, and was now uncomfortably wedged downwards to allow for the sonogram.

Ivy squeaked, spreading her legs further to allow passage for the next of her eggs to descend. She gasped as it passed, and while her mammoth belly and enormous chests kept her from seeing, she could tell by Theo's shifting gaze that the transfer from belly to ovipositor was visible.

"Nnggghnn . . . ohhh. H-how many?"

Theo held her hand. "Now Ives, this is going to take a bit to, uh, digest. But you have to understand that -"

"How many?! HOW MANY?!? HOW MANY OF THESE FUCKING - ahhhh - these f-fuckinh things have I got inside me?"

"Dozens," Theo replied, "more than thirty at least. Perhaps upwards of fifty, it's hard to tell." He placed the scanner slowly over her ovipositor, and pointed at the screen. "Your body is still growing them all, there could well be hundreds. They start small and begin growing, but they're all at different intervals. When they reach enough maturity they descend into your ovipositor. Right now you have at least twelve or thirteen in your egg sac alone."

"My what!?"

"Your egg sac. It's what 'ovipositor' means. Oh my God, Ivy, did you not know what ovipositor means? I'm so, so sorry!"

The world was beginning to become foggy. Her thoughts slurred together like the horrible pastry mix she had consumed earlier that day . . . all to help her bloated, mutated, insectoid body produce its eggs. She struggled to rise from the hospital bed, her far-too many limbs flailing about as she rolled herself off and stumbled to her feet. Hands caught her - Theo - but already her stomach was gurgling and her growing lighter. Nausea was rising. Theo was saying something but all she could do was waddle forward, six arms reaching for a surface to cling to, wings beating behind her, her ovipositor so fat and full it dragged across the floor. She was nearly to the toilet. Nearly to the bowl. Information from her antennae funnelled into her mind like crackling white noise.

And then suddenly she was tumbling forward, straight toward the bowl. Four arms instinctively caught her fall and strained beneath her weight. Her six engorged F-cups wobbled painfully from the fall, and her remaining two arms - her original pair - managed to pull herself up just in time as she vomited up half of that morning's breakfast. She coughed it up, and moaned in irritation and sheer horror at not just the foul taste remaining in her mouth, but the way her large, lactating breasts and pregnant body slumped against the bowl.

"Why me . . . why me . . . Why - aaahhh!"

Again, the need to push. She squatted, curling her knees as much as she could towards her mound-filled chest, and groaned as yet more eggs descended. Her egg sac swelled even more, and she grunted in response to the pain of her ovipositor's bra straps cutting into the increasingly heavy sac. She tried to reach back to remove them - remove even one - but a jolt in her nethers told her that her broodmotherly job had only just begun. She gave a ragged scream as more and more eggs squeezed through her hips and into her sac, one after the other so that there was not a free moment from the agony and discomfort and deep, unwanted arousal. The pain was there, but the fact that part of her body took pleasure in it, was turned on by it, made her feel even sicker. As if it was telling her that this is what she was always meant to be; a big, pregnant, insect broodgirl.

As if making and pushing out eggs was her instinctive purpose.

Theo arrived after this moment. But her egg sac continued to swell, and she couldn’t communicate this to the scientist. Theo tried to hold her hair, not realising the pain of the bra straps around her ovipositor, which only got worse. It grew and grew until finally three loud snaps rang out, as one by one in quick succession the straps pulled apart. She sighed in pure relief, even as her six underbreasts began to tighten and squirt what must have been litres of milk all over the floor. She groaned in pain, in pleasure, and in relief, until finally it all ended. 

“Ohhhhhh, nnhn, ughhhh.”

Theo helped her wash herself down, and she retreated to her room to brood, her egg sac now so big that it dragged on the ground behind her. She curled up as much as her body could, her sac so full of eggs she had to use four of her six arms just to heft it up onto the bed, whereupon it sagged slightly, the eggs pressing up against one another. 

“God, I can feel them,” she muttered.

How had she been so blind as to not notice? Had she been in denial the whole time? Even before she started sprouting extra limbs and breasts and the fat egg sac currently sticking out from behind her, her stomach had grown large and domed, and her breasts grew bigger and sorer. Both were big clues to pregnancy, and yet it had never entered her mind as a possibility. 

And now, here she was, pregnant with dozens of eggs, and her body still making more. Was Mark the father? Or some weird insect thing the DNA was taken from? Both options horrified her. There was even a third: that her eggs had two fathers, fertilised by a human male and by insect matter, creating weird hybrids like herself.

“It’s all so wrong,” she said, wiping her dark eyes.

Ivy gazed in the mirror, amazed by her heavily pregnant belly, her six throbbing F-cups piled upon one another, her increasingly large translucent wings, and the near-refrigerator sized egg sac sagging down an entire corner of the bed. Her increasingly pink skin astounded her - it was more white around her soft parts, but became a vibrant shade where the malleable plating that helped support her form was most evident. Her pink eyes glowed, her face so changed and yet so familiar. She hadn’t even noticed amongst all the insanity, but her nose was completely gone now, just two vertical slits remaining, and her eyes were definitely larger. Almost half again larger than a human pair. The roots of her hair were growing out pink as well. Weirdly, as wrong as it was to admit to herself, her face actually looked kind of . . . cute. Alien, yes, but cute.

“Big, pink, and pregnant,” Ivy muttered to herself. She shifted slightly enough so that three of her arms could grab her milk pump, and she managed to manoeuvre around her enormous womb enough to attach the pumps to her six ovipositor udders. She was full enough down there after all.

She lay back, spreading her wings enough to be comfortable on her back, even with the crushing boulder of a belly and all her milk-filled breasts atop her. She breathed a sigh of overwhelming exhaustion, and tried to simply find some small comfort in the slow but steady pump-pump-pump of the milking devices sucking rhythmically away at her tail-breasts. She was basically daydreaming when the door knocked several times. It was Theo, of course, but her antennae sensed him anyway, as if trying to offer up their usefulness.

Ivy opened her eyes, unable to see past her mounds, but knowing it could only be Theo. She had taken off her underwear and was lying naked on the bed, but at this stage she had no shame remaining; it was like she was a prisoner to this body, and she couldn't even remember what she had felt like having just four limbs, two breasts, and no antennae constantly feeding her information.

"What do you want?" she muttered.

Theo moved forward and sat by her. He reached out a hand and held one of hers 

"I wanted to see how you're doing. I know it's a lot to take in."

She scoffed. "Yeah. A month ago I was just another girl, now I'm a big fat milk-filled insect full of eggs. I'm going to be a Mom, and to who the hell knows what."

She stroked her profound belly absently, another two arms reaching to stroke her egg sac. Her upper pair ran through her hair. She didn’t even register how much her brain had changed to expertly deal with three sets of arms at once.

"I'm never going to be human again, am I?"

Theo gave her a look of absolute empathy. "I'm sorry, Ives. I had hoped. But there's nothing I can do. Maybe if there’s a big leap in genetic engineering technology. And perhaps some elements can be mitigated. But, well, you've become a new species now.”

"The first of many," she moaned, as the pressure started again. She arched her back, or at least tried to, as another large egg descended and was slowly squeezed from her womb and into her egg sac, which plumpened visibly.

"Ooohhhh . . . ah, ah, ah!" she groaned as she bucked her hips to dislodge the egg into her ovipositor. It went through after some huffing.

"Soon I won't be able to walk,” Ivy continued. “I won't be able to do anything but grow these stupid eggs. When am I even due, Theo?"

"I'm not sure. It's impossible to tell. But there's something else I need to tell you, Ivy."

She groaned, so bloated with eggs and milk she didn't think she could handle another revelation. "What now?"

Theo paused. "The eggs . . . the babies, there's a good chance that they're mine."

Ivy huffed, and her six engorged torso breasts rose and fell as if by an earthquake. 

"What? H-how?"

Theo explained. When he'd created the serum, he'd used some of his own DNA, with the hopes of crafting a genetic hybrid. It was never intended to be used on a person, nor even to literally create a new life - just to form a baseline genetic template to offer as proof of concept. Never in his wildest dream could he imagine the effects it had had upon Ivy's now-hyper pregnant insect body. No, the intention was that it would be placed into the system of a specially grown insect, to see if humanoid traits could be passed on. It could even help make mosquitoes avoid humans, for instance, or to train swarms to avoid particular farmlands so they could survive insecticide issues.

"So you see," Theo said, "there's a good chance it isn't your ex, or an insect's children you're carrying. They're very likely mine."

Ivy tried to absorb this, but it was as difficult as absorbing the last stack of waffles her body had nevertheless demanded the previous week.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Ivy folded all three sets of her arms, each of them raised to place themselves over her gigantic sets of mammaries.

"Leave. Now."

Theo nodded, gave another quiet apology, and left. As soon as the door was shut, Ivy began to cry. She cried silently, deeply, and for a long time, her breasts wobbling and jiggling with each movement, her low moans only interrupted by the occasional need to manually push yet another egg through to her swelling rear sac.

She cried and brooded and fell in and out of anxious thoughts and moments of daydreaming for several hours, until finally her stomach groaned, demanding yet more food to sustain her remarkable hyper pregnancy. 

“Great. It never ends.”

To Be Continued . . .