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Nest, Part 5
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Summary: Becky is pregnant with large alien beetles which crawl in an out of her at their whim and are forming a nest inside her abdomen. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, unbirthing, and more...
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Becky still couldnt believe how big she was. The way her huge stomach stretched out her clothes and bulged away from her body. She continuously ran her hands down the orb, completely panicked about her prospects of explaining it away to her family. Something was seriously wrong with here. She looked pregnant.
So when Reyna brought over the parasite medication the following day, Becky gulped down a handful of pills without hesitation.
Becky, that was too much! Reyna scolded, snatching the bottle away, but it was almost empty.
This is an extreme situation, Becky coughed back, before taking another gulp of water from the bottle Reyna had provided. Hopefully this works better than the Becky stopped short.
What is it Becky? Do you feel something? Reyna asked.
I feel nrrghhhh Becky groaned as her belly gurgled. She hugged it, tightly, feeling the insects writhe under her skin. They felt restless inside her, moreso than ever before. The movement was frenzied, the pressure spiking and mitigating erratically at different points on her gut. She felt an unsettling heaviness drop low on her pelvis and she found herself clenching her thighs, struggling to contain it.
Whats going on? Is the drug working? said Reyna desperately.
Errgghhh Becky was red and flushed, her body sweating. But she couldnt contain it any longer. They began to push out in droves.
Rather than just plopping to the floor, they pushed and scuttled in streams down her legs, skittering across the room, causing Reyna to scream. In her effort to back away, Reyna stumbled and fell on her ass. She wailed and began to frantically bat at her skin. Becky grunted and gripped her knees, moaning lowly, squatting slightly. It didntwork! Becky gasped out, her face reddening, not only from the discomfort, but from a rising fury. The drug had only made things worse, like before. She glared at Reyna who was still scrambling on the floor. Get out.
Reyna stilled, looking dolefully up at Becky. She distractedly scratched at one of her small breasts. Becks
Out! Becky shrieked, and Reyna didnt try to placate. She got up and hurried out of the house, not looking back as the door slammed behind her.
Becky whined and shifted her hips, rubbing her hands along the flanks of her swollen abdomen. She winced every time her hand connected with some of the fat crawling insects, knocking them off her. She swore she looked overdue with child by then. As much as she massaged the mass, the insects would not calm down. They were agitated now, as though they were somehow aware of her intentions in taking the medication.
Becky dropped to her knees grabbing her hairshe could feel the bugs crawling around in the wavy locks! They were all over her, scrambling across her whole body as much as she tried to brush them off. They were crawling unpleasantly in and out of her opening. She tried to calm down, thinking perhaps they could sense her anxious state, but it didnt work. Nothing seemed to be working. Her belly throbbed visibly from the continuous rotation of the insects. She felt herself hyperventilating, and the world blurring as she pulled and dragged at the straining tank top she was wearing. Somehow Becky managed to get up haul herself to her room, collapsing to her bed just before everything went dark.
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When Becky awoke, she was not sure how much time had passed, though the light was dim outside of her bedroom window. Her belly was still throbbing, tightening and loosening in uncomfortable pulses. Her position on her back caused an unpleasant tension on her spine. She shifted then marveled at herself. It looked as though she had only got larger, and the bugs were still crawling all over her. Her belly looked ludicrous in its swollen state, laying on the mattress before her. The situation was so bizarre, she could almost laugh. She could almost cry. Becky shuddered, and swatted an insect that had begun to crawl across her cheek. Fuck, she muttered, beginning to writhe in her sheets.
Her phone chimed on the nightstand beside her, the screen lighting up. Becky grabbed it up while distractedly brushing bugs out of her hair. It was a text from Rey.
Im so sorry, it said.
Becky sighed and lowered the phone. What the hell was she going to do?
A knocking sound made Becky stiffen, instinctively dragging her blankets up to her chin. She stared at the bedroom door, her heart racing.
Becky? Charlie called. The door opened just slightly, Charlie poking his head in. Thankfully the room was dark, and her brother could not see the bugs crawling on Becky and the bed, nor did he seem to register the huge mound of Beckys belly under the sheets. Hey kid, Im heading back to work. Didnt see you last night.
Becky thought fast. Yeah, I was tired. H-had Rey over. We studied, pigged out, then I must have fallen asleep.
You arent kidding about pigging out. You girls emptied the fridge. Becky couldnt quite make out her brothers face, but his voice was quizzical.
She forced a laugh, but it was small, and a little terrified. Yeah, she managed, hoping she came off flippant.
Well theres leftover Chinese from last night. See you later?
Yeah. Later, Becky managed.
She sighed deeply as her brother left and closed the door. She could hear him padding around the living room, and waited a few moments until she heard the front door open and close.
Becky heaved herself out of bed, a little astonished by the newfound heaviness of her body. She leaned back, pushing her belly out, getting used to her new center of gravity. The tank top she had on had slid up above her navel and seemed to have no hope of being dragged back down. She didnt know what she was going to do about her predicament, but she at least had one certainty.
She was hungry.
Becky went to the kitchen where she indeed found a small clutter of Chinese food cartons in the fridge. There was lo mein, fried rice, steamed dumplings, a few gravy-slathered omelets, and a large pork dish in a red glaze sauce.
Becky gobbled it all down, not even bothering to plate it. She enjoyed the sticky sweetness of the pork, but once she was finished, she was not satisfied. Her hunger only seemed to be escalating.
Eugh, said Becky, rubbing the face of her belly. The insects at least seemed to be calming down, if just slightly, though they continued to crawl freely over her skin.
She dragged herself to the bathroom, thinking she might be able to wash off the bugs along with the dirty feeling she had everywhere that they touched her. She stripped, climbed into the shower, and turned on the tap, but before the first droplet of water could make contact with her skin, the bugs rushed so rapidly to her vagina she almost collapsed. Almost in an instant, the entire horde had crammed its way inside, as she gripped the shower wall with one hand and her belly with the other, feeling the tension surge, watching her belly inflate before her very eyes.
She was being stuffed. A desperate squeak escaped her throat, face reddening as she tried to breathe through it, breasts feeling weirdly warm and tingling, nipples prickling and aching as she struggled against her shuddering belly.
Fuuuhhh she breathed, once every insect had migrated deep into her womb. She felt a little dizzy and nauseous, and found herself gingerly sitting down on the tubs edge. She regretted this decision as she suffered spikes of tension bordering on pain as her belly pushed forward, crammed between her chest and lap.
Mmmgghhhh goddd she moaned, rubbing her belly gently, trying to adapt. She looked as though she was due with twins by then. As much as she hated the feel of the insects crawling on her body, she suddenly found that preferable to all of them occupying her stomach at one time.
Becky allowed the water to run over her. She dipped her head in, breathing deeply.
She couldnt believe she was still hungry. It was only getting worse, the intensity scaring her. But then, she had a lot of creatures to support.
Becky heaved herself up, going rigid for a moment, her face twisted as she again tried to adjust to the position. She carefully got out of the shower and tried to wrap a towel around herself, but it refused to accommodate her swollen midsection. Instead, she made her way back to her bedroom, half-naked. Flushed and panting, she hastily went through the process of getting dressed, though it wasnt easy. Her bras had gotten so painfully tight on her, she decided to go without. The tightness of her panties made her realize that she must have gained weight in her ass. The leggings she pulled on pushed low beneath the swell of her mound, and there wasnt a single shirt in her room that could pull down past her navel anymore. Becky resorted to going into her brothers room and digging his biggest sweatshirt out of her dresser. It managed to cover her, but was extremely tight, and made her feel like she was being strangled. Becky was puffing out long breaths of air by then, completely drained from the process of getting dressed.
Much as she wanted to collapse to her bed and go back to sleep, the hunger was painful and disorientating. She jammed her feet into running shoes, grabbed her wallet, and walked right out of the house, not even thinking about the ramifications. Her next door neighbor paused in trimming his hedges to gawk at her.
Becky couldnt blame him. She felt like a whale, and was waddling somewhat. Hi, Mr. Mullery! she called uneasily as he continued to ogle her. She had been a small, slight teenager only a few weeks earlier.
Becky grabbed her bike from the side of the house. It was awkward. Her huge, bobbing belly pressed against the handle bars, and her ass quavered as she tentatively rolled forward. The wheels squeaked concurringly, and she could hardly remain balanced. The effort made her feel like she would burst!
She rode painfully slowly, huffing and bobbing, while trying desperately not to fall. People rolled down their car windows to stare at her in morbid fascination or even concern. Admittedly, the bike could hardly fit her body anymore. And yet she was determined. So Becky rolled on.
Twenty minutes later, Becky was at the grocery store. She gripped onto the shelves with her clammy hands while hoping not to topple. She felt as though her insides were vibrating, but just hoped it wasnt visible through the straining sweatshirt practically glued to her form. She distractedly threw things into her cart as rapidly as she could. Jams and jellies, syrups and chocolate sauces, a few tubs of ice cream, honey, whipped cream, chocolates, candies, and more. Becky made her way to the register, leaning heavily on the cart. She couldnt help freeing one of her hands to knead into her swollen stomach, anything to assuage the discomfort. It churned.
Oh my, arent you ripe, little missy? said the cashier as she rung up Beckys purchases. Youre a little young to be having babies already. When are you due?
Um said Becky desperately.
Has to be soon, the cashier went on, smacking her lips against the gum she was chewing. Looks like any moment, actually. A pause. Multiples? she said knowingly. She looked pitying but also a little amused.
Mgghhh Becky hummed, shifting, because fuck, they were coming. She felt them trying to squish and pour out of her, trying to make a scene right when she had almost finished up at the store.
Are you okay, miss? Its nothappening now, is it? The cashier had an excited gleam in her eyes.
How much!? Becky demanded, thighs quavering.
The cashier gave a disappointed pout. $92.35.
Becky shoved several bills at her. She knew it was too much, but she just rolled off with her bags loaded in the cart. Once outside, Becky looked helplessly at her bike, not sure how she had been planning to get home with groceries. Wasnt planning to get this much, Becky reminded herself. She had intended to get a bag or two, not a whole cart loaded with sugary food, even using cash out of her college fund to pay for it all.
She panted and shifted, knowing that she was running out of time. The bugs were already starting to shove out, piling into the groin of her leggings.
There was a beep of a horn. Becky turned to see a taxi pulled up to the curb, letting someone out.
Need a ride, miss? the driver called.
Yes! Becky cried in relief. And she waddled forward, her belly prodding into the shopping cart handles as she pushed it along.
