You have an alien infection that causes you to transform into a broodqueen, but you don’t know when it’ll happen. And you’ve been feeling off lately…
Today, it’s worse… every instinct in your body is telling you that you have to get out in public, in a crowded place, surrounded by bodies… you think… you think you might be turning… but you can’t think clearly… can’t resist… must nest…
Your body is aching… everything is sore… but you finally find a good spot to nest… some faint voice in the back of your mind wants you to get away, isolate yourself… it tells you you’re infected… but instinct rules your mind and body now. You suddenly sense you’re in a big enough crowd, and you drop your knees, your huge cock getting rock hard, tenting your pants. You moan… sensation filling your body. Scent glands begin forming, and musky sex pheromones quickly coat the area. Guys are noticing you… you don’t even need to say anything to them, the pheromones controlling their desires, overriding their free will. Men surround you, caress you, stretch your hole with their cocks… you’re irresistible to them
You start to feel a pulsing, pleasurable pressure near your tailbone… something is pressing outward… bulging outward… and it’s leaking…
The men around you quickly, desperately claw at your clothes, stripping you naked. One puts his tongue on your new, leaking hole in the back of your bulging thorax… your eyes roll back, your whole body shaking as you burn with pleasure. The slow dripping leak is quickly becoming a gushing squirt, and suddenly, you feel it. This man has become completely subservient to you. Men are lining up to make you squirt, too. Your pheromones are drawing them in… the women are running from you, seemingly unaffected… but that doesn’t seem to concern you. Their time will come soon enough…
As you squirt all over boy after gorgeous boy, your egg sac is rapidly growing. Your drones are kissing it, massaging it, groping it… and it feels so deliciously good… you can’t stop growing bigger, and you could swear you can feel yourself filling with eggs…
Nnnffgffff… your egg sac… it’s… you’re… pushing… your egg sac is visibly contracting and releasing now… it’s quivering… aching… pulsating… oh fuck… it’s… holy shit it’s so good…
You’re gushing fluid hard all over everyone now. You can’t stop pushing… you don’t even really have a choice… your egg sac almost has a mind of its own… you know now that you exist to lay eggs. You always have. You’ll never stop. You’re breeding stock, nothing more.
Every contraction nearly brings you to orgasm, driving you even crazier and more feral than you already were. You have to lay. It’s all you want…
Finally… finally, your opening starts to bulge so, so deliciously around a huge, slimy egg… drones are shoving their faces in your crowning hole while you bulge for them. You wanna buck back into them, but you’ve already grown so massive you can no longer move on your own. You’re spraying fluid around your egg, shooting it everywhere… you feel a clack within your sac as another egg begins pressing against the one you’re trying to lay… and another, and another… oh fuck… you’re gonna start gushing eggs out in your drones faces soon… you can still feel your sac growing too… it’s so full… you can feel every egg stretching it.
Drones won’t stop licking you… rubbing you… touching you… fucking you… you’re… you’re gonna cum… fuck, you’re gonna cum your eggs everywhere… you’re so backed up… oh fuckkkkkkkk you’re gonna…
You crown hard… you stay there for one delicious, perfect, overwhelming moment and then start spilling eggs everywhere… one after another, back to back… they won’t stop… and you’re still growing somehow… oh fuck, it’s so good… too good… you need it… this is who you are now. This is who you’ve always been. It’s too late to help you now…
