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Cockroaches III
🕑 Added 2017-04-27 16:37:02 +0000 UTC Note: This is a story-prompt for mike.-
Since the development of the sac, there was a slow-down of things. Trina was certainly uncomfortable, but she noticed that she developed no more globs of cockroaches plopping or scuttling out of her.
Instead, her sack felt tense at times. And tight. A small dimple had developed at the far-end, that was so sensitive, it left Trina trembling for minutes after she brushed her fingers on it. But she developed no more roaches.
Keeping busy, Trina had been working from home on her laptop. She had almost finished up maintenance on an account for a big client, but she was missing a crucial detailthe clients tax ID number. It was locked in a filing cabinet back in Trinas office. If she didnt finish up by the midnight deadline, she was sure to be reprimanded, if not fired.
Trina decided to chance a visit to the office. She looked due with quads by then, the sac uncomfortably pushing out of her vagina and creating an oblong bulge in her panties. But she was no longer birthing roaches, which had been her main source of humiliation. Itll take five minutes, Trina told herself, as she heaved herself out of bed.
A half hour later, Trina was waddling through her workplace, exchanging the shocked stares send her way with awkward smiles. She was wearing a massive maternity blouse that stretched over her beach ball of a mound, and a skirt that was tight around her hips as they awkwardly maneuvered with the sac nestled between them. The first few buttons of her blouse couldnt hope to close over her bloated DDs and sweaty cleavage.
Trina made her way into her office, and to the filing cabinet, her large belly rocking before her. Panting, she leaned down and unlocked the cabinet, holding the underside of her belly as her insides squirmed. Nrrghhhh Trina groaned, as her breasts tightened, cleavage bulging more from her top. Her nipples ached, and she was shocked to see her white blouse darken over her nipples. She felt the fabric, her fingers encountering a sticky brown goo. It reminded her of syrup.
Eughh said Trina, hastily pulling the necessary file out of the cabinet. Now Im lactating?
As she closed the cabinet, the squirming in her abdomen reverberated down to the sac, causing her face to redden as the dimpled end bulged slightly. Nnnghhhh Trina groaned, grasping the cabinet in an effort to stay balanced, as the dimple pushed, and opened. She could feel it. Something pushed through the dimple. There was a wriggling in her panties. A cockroach had popped free of the sac. Were the eggs hatching?
Panting, Trina waddled toward her office door. She could feel more things pushing out of the sac. Egg, roaches, popping out one by one. Now her panties were filling and pushing farther down as cockroaches crawled along her legs and up her thighs. She could feel them scuttling into her clothes. Trina yelp as she felt them in her bra. More began to fill it as she continued to seep the syrupy substance from her nipples.
Trinas panties snapped, and dropped between her legs, cockroaches sprinkling onto the floor. They were quick to crawl back into her. She was their host, after all. Trina stiffened as she felt a cockroach crawl back into her sac. Others followed. The sac as a whole was swelling, tightening, as her belly gently contracted, pushing more roaches inside of it. Her legs quavered. She was on the brink of orgasm.
Quickly as she could, Trina finally made it out of the back door of the office, the sac swelling in waves, getting heavier, and more arousing, her breasts bulging and pushing out more sticky syrup as roaches squirmed between her cleavage. Trina reached down and clutched what she could of the sac. It was an oblong shape, approaching the size of a watermelon, starting to push past her knees and out of her skirt as cockroaches squirmed into it, out of it, all along it. It was getting so full, she could barely keep her balance.
Cockroaches continued to litter the floor in her wake, Trina panting and sweaty as she staggered towards her car, her face flushed red. She was oblivious of her coworker, Tom, standing, staring at her from the doorway. He was staring at the sac bulging out between her legs. Slowly, his expression of amazement became a devious smile.
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scott
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