I couldn't see. I lay splayed out, my arms bound above my head and my legs held apart. There was something in my mouth keeping it open. I couldn't speak.
“I think we're far enough outside of town now. No one is going to be able to hear you even if you do scream.”
Soft hands untied the blindfold on my eyes. They belonged to a tall woman with long straight hair and glasses. She had on a white coat that was stained all across it. Some of it looked like blood.
I was laying in the trunk of a van. There was a strange array of instruments and buckets all around me. I heard movement in one of them.
She also removed the gag from my mouth, allowing me to speak.
“Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing to me?” I asked in quick succession. She smiled and laughed a bit.
“I'm a doctor. You're in a very remote spot inside of a national forest. And that depends on how well behaved you are.”
My veins ran cold.
“I did capture you with a specific purpose in mind. I suppose now is as good a time as any to see how good you'll be at serving it.”
She put on a pair of nitrile gloves and reached towards my slit.
“Wait, no, stop, don't touch me there!” I said.
“How else can I check your aptitude as a host?” She replied nonchalantly.
“Host? Host for what?!” My heart pounded.
“You'll see soon enough.”
Her fingers traced around the outside of my hole. I tried to move away, but she held down my pelvis with a surprising strength. Her other hand began to push inside as she used four fingers to push me open. Against my wishes I felt myself start to get wet and hot.
She pulled out and wiped her fingers on my stomach.
“Yes I think you'll do fine. I was worried about lubrication with a male subject, but you're a good specimen. See, every female test subject has failed. I'm hoping that a different ratio of hormones will breed success.” She giggled.
She picked up one of the instruments to her right. It was a speculum. She placed it at the entrance of my pussy.
“No, stop, don't-!” She pushed it inside me anyway. Without hesitation she began to open me wider and wider. She stretched it until it was just painful enough to stand.
“There we go, a nice open hole to work with.” She sounded as casual as if she was gardening. “Though I guess I rushed in without doing the prep work.”
She picked up a kit to her left. Inside was a syringe. She started to clean a spot right above my womb.
“What are you-” She didn't answer me, she simply inserted the needle into my stomach and pushed the plunger down. I screamed in surprise and pain. A warm sensation began to spread from the area.
“Just a bit of an aphrodisiac to help the process. It will make it easier on both of us.”
She reached into the bucket and I finally got to see what was making the noise. It was a strange kind of slug I had never seen before. It seemed to cling onto her hand where it was wet.
“This is an interesting little creature. Still unknown to science, but I discovered it in a small cave off the coast of Florida. It's parasitic. It only procreates in the human female reproductive system. I haven't been successful in breeding them in captivity yet. I believe that they normally infect a wide population and most of them die before successfully laying eggs. Casting a wide net as it were. But that makes it hard with a limited quantity. If I keep a more consistent environment for them they may be more successful. Thus a host without a monthly cycle is perfect.”
“Please don't-”
Before I could finish she had pushed her hand back inside my slit, parasite and all. I yelled as I felt her guide it to my cervix. The cold, slimy thing started to move slowly but surely inside it. I shuddered as I struggled against my cuffs and cried.
“Good, that one should open it up enough for the rest.”
“The rest?!”
She grabbed a handful of the large creatures and pushed them into my vagina. Each one quickly crawled off her hand and towards my innermost parts. She continued with handful after handful until I could see my stomach start to bulge. I could feel them writhing around inside me. I wanted to be disgusted but with the aphrodisiac working in my body it felt good. They stretched me out in ways I had never been before. I couldn't help but moan at the sensation. She pulled out the speculum now that I was full.
“I bet that feels amazing,” She said, “Feeling them move and squirm around in the deepest parts of you. Nothing will ever be this deep in you again. They're going to breed in there. You have a whole orgy inside you right now.”
I moaned again as they began to squirm faster.
“Once they're fertilized they’ll start to crawl up your tubes. The females are the smallest ones, so they can reach. Usually they need a little sustenance before they lay their eggs. They may clear out some of your own to make room, I hope you don't mind.”
“They're going to eat my insides?” I managed to cry out.
“Only a little bit, surely you can share. I mean they're sharing with you, right?”
At that moment I felt them start to travel upward. As they squeezed their bodies into my tubes I was struck by a mingling of pleasure and pain. The further they got the more it bloomed inside me until I erupted into orgasm.She stroked my stomach.
“There's a good boy. You should enjoy it. You're about to be a home for so many new babies.”
I moaned again. The parasites found their way to my eggs. I felt an even sharper pain as they began to invade them. Mouths carved at my innermost parts. I was being devoured by something that was eating me from the inside out. I screamed before I orgasmed once more.
“You're doing so well! This was the part where the other subjects failed. You should be proud of yourself for making it this far! The rest couldn't stand the pain.”
I felt something being pushed into the spots that hurt worst. They were laying their eggs where mine used to be. I couldn't imagine anything more violating.
Then they departed, moving back through my tubes to their partners waiting in my womb. Then in an unexpected gush of liquid I was suddenly empty in a moment. I orgasmed again with the force of the exit.
“After they breed they spontaneously disperse. That way their bodies don't block the entrance and they provide nutrients to their young. They already digested your eggs for them.”
I was shaking from the pain and pleasure.
“Now we just have to hope they make it the full five week gestation period or else all of this will be for nothing.”
“Five weeks?! I have to stay like this for five weeks?!” I yelled. “No, I can't do it, get them out of me! Get it out of me now!”
“The only way to remove them now would be to cut out the whole organ. I am always happy to study a new procedure, but are you sure that's what you want?”
She sounded serious, and maybe even a little eager. I did not want this woman playing around with my insides anymore than she already had.
“No, no I'll do it. No need.”
“I thought that might be the case.”
I lay there, a strange parasite gestating in my organs, and a madwoman smiling in front of me. I was not looking forward to what was to come, but I knew one thing thoroughly and completely: there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Took the trash out withoit pants or underwear on uh ohhh i hope nothing yuckyyyy crawled inside me.... my christian neighbor sits by his window with the blinds open. Woukdnt it be crazy if some gross yucky massive insect emerged from one of the bags and crawled on me right there on the sudewalk outside my house and started fucking me..ir a million small bugs crawling up and into my cunt and i fall to the ground with my infested pussy on full display for the neighbors to see and be horrified by, record as the next big spectacle shock porn. Sighhh i shouldve humped a trash bag or two...
Valentine is a lonely, hardworking trans man in his 20s that feels his reality is full of dead ends and loneliness--except for the one good thing that waits for him at his apartment every day. Eerie.
Romantic bugfucking/monsterfucking story that includes a trans male character, a giant praying mantis character, spermatophores, bug anatomy and lots of good horny fun.
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The late afternoon sun hung heavy like an egg yolk above traffic, plump and ready to burst. I imagined it happening just like that, gold dripping down from the sky and burning anything it touched. Razing cities, destroying lives, probably making traffic even worse.
I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel of my shitty old pickup and sighed. Everything was shit. My shift at work had seemed endless and it felt like my skin was covered in a fine layer of sweat and grease. I worked as a line cook at a local restaurant, a dead end job that had me going nowhere. I should finish at least my first degree, but between working so much, depression, and–if we're being honest–a lack of motivation, I didn't think that was going to happen anytime soon.
One good thing I had going for me was my transition–I had been medically transitioning for eight years now and lived completely stealth. I hadn't had top surgery yet, but I didn't see a need–too much money, and as a bigger guy, my chest looked natural.
Yet, even though I was content with my metamorphosis, I still found myself becoming a recluse over the years. When I came out, my family estranged themselves from me and I lost a lot of my friends. I still had Ella, but we saw each other maybe a few times a year. I could go to transgender socials and support groups in the city, but that would mean putting myself out there. No thank you.
It was one of my only shreds of personal happiness, but I had no human to share it with. That was fine by me.
Traffic slowly crawled along as the sun began to set, the autumn chill creeping into my bones. I shuddered as gooseflesh formed along my arms, wishing I had thought to bring a jacket.
My fingers tightened on the steering wheel until my knuckles whitened. I needed to be home. I couldn't stand a second away from my apartment any longer. I couldn't stand these ruminations.
I had the one good thing in my life waiting for me.
…..
I swung the door to my apartment open, and instantly all color returned to my world. The smell of pot roast and vegetables cascaded through the air, warmly scented candles were already lit and flickering, and everything was spotless and in utter order.
And of course, he was waiting for me.
“Hello, dear! Was work okay?” A soft voice trickled like honey from the kitchen.
I felt something twist in my heart, butterflies I'm my stomach. “Like any other day. I'm glad to be home.” I kicked off my shoes and hastily made my way to the dining room. I had to see him even before I changed and showered. I had to feel okay again.
I entered, he turned, and everything was alright. My perfect stay at home boyfriend, always waiting for me.
The only part one might find a little odd is that he's a praying mantis.
It's not so strange, once you get used to it. For me, it was a dream come true. I had childhood dreams of becoming an entomologist, an interest in insect pinning, and a forever obsession with all things invertebrate. Bug tapestries and shadowboxes with pinned beetles and butterflies covered the walls of my apartment, but my boyfriend didn't seem to mind.
In fact, Eerie–my boyfriend's name--took care to meticulously clean every square inch of the apartment every day. He'd even delicately dust the shadowboxes, and I had caught him admiring the deceased bugs therein on more than a few occasions.
Digressing, I had found Eerie late one night when I was going for a walk outside and smoking. He had been hiding, terrified, behind the apartments, chilled by the rain that had come earlier in the day. Admittedly I was shocked when I had first seen him, and even more shocked when he spoke. His mouth didn't move as he spoke, and his voice--a soft, even buzz–seemed to reverberate inside of my head.
He had begged me not to hurt him and that he was so terribly hungry, and as an insect enthusiast I couldn't turn away. He may have been six feet of bright green exoskeleton and wicked scythe-like forelegs, but in his eyes there was something broken.
I never asked Eerie where he came from–he clearly didn't want to talk about it, and it didn't matter to me.
I can recall ushering him into my apartment and feeding him thawed raw meat from the fridge, bloody juices dripping down as he gnawed at the flesh hungrily. It was as if he hadn't eaten for days. He gulped a glass of water down greedily, then lowered his head and tilted his compound eyes towards me.
“Thank you.” He had whispered. “You are a kind human.”
The rest is history–it had been nearly three years now, after all. I let Eerie stay with me (because really, where else would a six foot tall praying mantis go?) and we quickly fell for each other. Neither of us had reservations–despite us being different species, everything seemed to click. For all the bullshit in my dead-end life, Eerie was a shining light.
To show his gratitude, he took care of the apartment and learned how to cook, which made my life a thousand times easier.
He also showed his love in…other ways. But that would come later.
“Darling?” Eerie chimed, tilting his head. “You're somewhere else again.”
I smiled. “Sorry, baby. I was thinking about how we met. And everything that's great about you.”
If Eerie could physically smile, I know he would. “Oh? And what's so great about me?”
I reached a hand up and gently cupped his face. He leaned his head into the warmth of my hand, chirping softly. “Well, there's your kind heart. Your sweetness. Softness. The fact that you do so much to make sure I'm okay. The way you laugh, the way you cook, the way you love TV and books. You're the most well read insect I've ever met.”
The giant mantis chuckled, a sound like tinkling bells.
My hand drifted down, stopping on Eerie's smooth, green chest. “There's also how beautiful and handsome you are. How your golden eyes seem to glow. The way your body feels…so different from mine…” I traced down the length of his chest, then drew my fingers up his forelegs, careful to not draw blood on the sharp spikes that lined them. “From the second I saw you, you allured me.”
Eerie's thin antennae seemed to shudder. He brought a foreleg up, stroking my cheek with the razor edged tip. “Val… I don't know what to say. You're so unlike other humans.” He leaned forward, mandible clicking. “I wish I could just have you all to myself…” The mantis’ voice was thick with desire.
I felt my heart begin to pound and blood rush to my cheeks. “You can, Eerie.” I whispered. “Do whatever you want with me.”
“My little Valentine…” Eerie cooed, legs clicking against the floor tile as he came even closer. “I want to show you how much I love you.”
The small of my back pressed against the dining room table, the flickering candles casting shadows across the two of us. I felt my core throb with excitement, the previous dread and depression of the day utterly forgotten.
“Undress, darling.” Eerie said, and it was almost a command. I obliged him, tugging my uniform shirt over my head and unbuckling my belt. The mantis seemed impatient, antennae twitching madly.
I pulled down my boxers and was bare before him–he had nearly a foot on me and I had to stare up at him, a looming figure of the shadows. He was all angle and sharp edges, bright green and alien. I was shorter, fat, soft with curls of body hair, and had a multitude of scars.
I thought he was beautiful, and he thought the same of me.
Eerie leaned down, caressing my hips with his middle legs. His touch was calculated, slow, edging. I ached for more, arching my back and thrusting myself into his embrace. He conceded, wrapping his forelegs around my shoulders and pulling me close.
His mandible opened and his little tongue slipped out from between them as we embraced. I opened my lips for him, letting the mandibles gently scratch at my cheeks as our tongues met. I moaned into his mouth, keenly aware of how powerful his jaws and the forelegs around my shoulders were–surely this giant mantis could make an easy meal of a man like me, but instead…this.
Bliss.
Our tongues danced together, his mandibles tightening on my cheeks and forcing my mouth further open. I couldn't stop moaning, his slick little tongue exploring every inch of my mouth and curling around my own tongue, forelegs scratching tenderly at my back, leaving trails of fire everywhere they touched.
Satisfied, he finally pulled back and stared at me for a moment. I was breathless, blushing, my palms hot. I looked up at him, blinking softly, drool running down my chin.
Before I could utter a word, his forelegs wrapped around my hips–delicate, always delicate–and lifted me up onto the table. “Lean back,” Eerie advised. “I'll take care of you.”
I hummed, laying back across the table and automatically spreading my legs. Eerie leaned over me, plump abdomen gliding against my legs as he positioned himself. He did his best approximation of a kiss down my neck, his labium pressed against my skin and mandible tickling. He lowered himself to my chest, gently stroking one of my moobs with a middle leg.
The sensation was striking, so different from any human I had ever slept with. In fact, I had never let a human touch my chest…but Eerie? I trusted him.
He danced the tip of his leg around my nipple for a moment, hardening it before leaning down to suck the erect pink nub into his mouth. He began suckling, tasting me, his leg dancing over my other tit as he did so. His forelegs curled at my shoulders, holding me close, back legs holding him up. I moaned and nuzzled into him as he sucked on my nipple, his tongue lapping hungrily at me.
I shuddered when he finally finished, legs and mouth drifting down to my soft belly. He covered me in wet kisses, nipping gently at my flesh, leaving it red and puckered. I could feel his maxillae working against my skin, which had also started to softly tingle. Eerie's mantis saliva produced digestive enzymes. It wouldn't be enough to harm me, but just enough to create a fiery and erotic sensation across my flesh.
Eerie lowered his head further, burrowing his face between my legs. I bit my lip as his mandibles probed my pussy, softly nipping my labia. He pushed his face deeper into me and I gasped as air audibly rushed into his spiracles, like a breath in. His mouth found my erect t-cock with ease, taking my little boner in and immediately beginning to jerk it with his oral palps, the feelers along his maxillae.
I moaned heavily, one hand scrubbing at my face and the other dancing down Eerie's foreleg to his head, trailing up his sensitive antennae. They flicked in my fingers, twitching madly as he sucked my t-cock.
My dick pulsed in his mouth, the tightening sensation as it became engorged making it even more sensitive. The mantis switched between sucking and lapping with his tongue and jerking with palps. My thighs began to tremble, a fire coiling tight in the bottom of my gut as Eerie blew me.
I brought both hands to my face as the mantis’ eager strokes increased in intensity. The fire inside me roared, becoming an inferno as he forced my arms down with his forelegs and pinned them to my sides. I knew I must lay still, or else their sharpness would cut me.
Eerie wouldn't allow that of course, I knew. But what if…? I smirked imagining the possibility of bringing up roleplay to him someday.
I jerked my head from side to side as Eerie worked at my cock, his face shoved entirely in my fat pussy. My teeth gnashed and I couldn't hold back the whimpers any longer. A soft whining erupted from me as the fire only seemed to spread, a pressure building at the base of my t-cock that made me feel ready to explode.
“That's it, my love.” Eerie's voice echoed softly in my head, seeming to reverberate and wrap me in a soft, hypnotic embrace. “Let me take care of you. Let me ease your ache…”
I groaned, arching my back.
“Ah, yes, my Valentine. My little human.” His tone felt almost like a smirk. “You love being fucked by a creature like me, don't you? A massive bug, ready to breed you, ready to–”
I couldn't hold back any longer when the explosion of pleasure came. I screamed, tossing my head back and feeling the fire and thunder through my whole body, all centering and drilling into my cock.
Eerie always knew exactly what to say to a pervert like me.
My chest heaved as I struggled to catch breath, the mantis lifting his glistening head from my man cunt. His eyes sparkled as he nudged my sides with his forelegs and began to roll me over, lifting and turning me with impossible ease. I moaned softly, my sensitive little t-cock throbbing with an otherworldly ache, burning with the sensation of bug saliva.
Once I was flipped onto my belly, I finished positioning myself and propped my wide ass up for him, shaking my rear and putting my asshole and pussy on display for him.
Eerie chittered eagerly, climbing up onto me. I felt myself pulse with pleasure as I was burdened with his weight, his scythe-like forelegs propped up on either side of me. I felt his abdomen throb against my ass as he mounted me, his bug cock–also called an aedeagus–already slipping from its vent.
I pushed my face into the table, pushing my pussy towards him. He chuckled, his long, tentacle-like aedeagus probing at my labia, parting the folds and finding my tight hole with ease. Eerie's abdomen curled over my ass, his mass pressing tightly into me. He eased his cock into my cunt-hole, starting out with the slim tip. I gasped as the girthier section of his cock began to stretch me out, my eyes rolling back as he filled me completely. This was some truly massive bug dick!
I moaned as he began to pump into me, humping me as his fore and middle legs began to feel up my sides and belly that spilled out beneath him. His spindly legs glided over me and pressed into my plump flesh, sinking into me easily.
My pussy stretched around his cock as he forced himself in and out, in and out, swearing that I could feel my gut bulge with his mass. I had already cum, but I could feel my t-cock stiffening once more, all of my body that Eerie had nipped and kissed tingling with pleasure.
Eerie pressed his wide face into the crook of my neck, making me giggle as he tickled me. He began to suck at my neck, maxillae and palps tickling the sensitive skin there, marking me as his with the bruises he'd leave.
I moaned, bracing myself as he began to hump faster, his cock pounding me into the table. His embrace on my belly and sides tightened, holding me in place as he bred me.
“Oh, fuck…” I gasped for breath, sweat rolling down my brow. “This feels so good, baby. Your bug cock is filling me up! You're too big!”
“No such thing, dear.” Eerie growled as he nipped hungrily at my neck and ear. “Do you like being my mate? Being mounted like this?”
“Y-YES!” I cried as his cock slammed into me. “I'm your little breeding toy. Just a human for you to use and fill…”
“Hmmm, yes, yes.” He pushed his face into me, nuzzling me forcefully. “...Please. Say the thing I like.” He was rolling his thrusts now, slowing down but becoming more forceful. His voice was thick with need. I knew it was almost time.
“I'm your little breeding bitch.” I whispered. “I want you to get me pregnant.” His thrusts quickened once more, losing rhythm and becoming desperate. “Make me big and round with your young. Fuck… Force me to lay eggs, lay an ootheca. Make me your broodfather. Make me yours.”
Eerie audibly hissed as he came, digging his face deep into my flesh and his entire body stiffening. I held my breath and scrambled at the table top as the spermatophores began to erupt from his cock and travel into my womb.
Spermatophores were small capsules that transferred sperm, surrounded by an incredibly hard surface. It was completely alien to human sex and cum, an almost terrifying sensation of fullness and edges combining as they began to fill me up.
I felt myself stretching as the spermatophores filled me utterly, their hard ridges making me squirm. There were so many, totally inescapable, Eerie's cock pressed tight into my cervix.
Once it was over and my belly bulged tightly with spermatophores, Eerie's aedeagus slipped back into the vent of his abdomen. Air whooshed from his spiracles as if giving a contented sigh, and he slumped off of me almost regretfully.
I trembled, flipped over and leaned up. My belly sat heavy in my lap–moreso than normal–and I pressed a hand to it. I could feel a multitude of the small spermatophores jostling around in the lower part of my bulging gut, almost as if I had swallowed marbles. They would break down with time (or so I assumed), but for now I would be stuck with a pregnant looking belly. Typical after a night with an insect.
“Sorry.” Eerie said sheepishly. “I know it's more convenient if I pull out, but I couldn't help myself.”
I smiled, taking one of his middle legs and pressing it to my belly so he could feel. He tilted his head, mandibles clicking together shyly. “I don't mind,” I said. “It's nice to be yours.”
“And it is nice to be yours as well.” He said sweetly. “I hope I–”
The smoke alarm began to go off, screaming shrewdly as smoke began to pour from the oven.
“The pot roast!!!” Eerie and I exclaimed at the same time.
The mantis leapt from the table, hurtling into the kitchen and turning the oven off, pulling a block of smoking charcoal from its door.
“Oh dear…” Eerie murmured sadly. “Seems I got a bit carried away and forgot about dinner…”
“It's alright, sweetheart!” I reassured him. “It was an accident. Why don't we order pizza?”
“Really?” His eyes seemed to glisten happily. “Can we get beef and pineapple? That is always my favorite.”
“Of course. Extra cheese?”
“Extra cheese.” He agreed.
I hopped off the table, feeling the spermatophores in my belly jostle. “I love you, babe. Thank you.”
“For what? Burning dinner?” Eerie said cheekily.
“For everything.” I embraced him, pushing my head into his chest.
The world had color again, even if the world was this tiny apartment. Even if the world was one oversized bug.
Fmlllll i wanna do intoxplay irl because rn im dependant on being coherent enough to be able to type and read. I need to be knocked the fuck out and raped and then later someome walks by me on the street, does a double take, then goes up to me to ask if im the guy who put slugs in his pussy and when i act offended he shows me a picture that is absolutelg me with slugs in my pussy while im too high to remember it
