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Nesting Phase, Part 6 (People to Alien Broodmothers TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 20:34:49 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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Two couples out camping are awed when they see a bright blue meteor shower, and even get to see and touch an asteroid piece that lands near them. Unfortunately, it crumbles after they touch it, and the two couples return home to their apartments. Little do they know they have been infected with an alien virus, one that shall soon turn them into alien broodmothers destined to make their entire apartment tower their hive. Perhaps the changes won’t be all bad, however. Perhaps they might even be pleasurable . . .
Part 6: THEM!
Naturally, it was the empress’ duty to welcome the very first clutch into the world. Please with their hive’s recent success, her body succumbed to the urges given to it by the glorious alien meteor. Her ovipositor, massive as it was, literally rippled with movement, the numerous interior muscles ushering forth her brood towards her exit.
“Ahhhh,” Peter moaned, writhing a little, shaking her many bosoms upon her chest. Light purple coloured milk seeped down her naked chest, and she grasped and groped her breasts with her multiple arms, savouring not just the pleasure of the moment but ensuring the stimulation of yet further milk production. “It’s h-happening. Mhmm. Maxwell, be ready.”
The lithe former landlord-turned-alien-handmaiden flickered her wings, vaulting into the air and landing behind Peter, and buzzing several quick orders to other handmaidens to aid her. She and Chandra, who was continuing her transformation into a broodmother, shared a brief glance. Both were aware that their married status was now gone, and that they could only serve the hide. They were also just human enough to be filled with embarrassment over this fact.
“Mhmmm,” the empress whimpered, feeling the next contraction. There was pain, yes, but not nearly so much as she had assumed. Instead, there was a glorious pleasure that was only just beginning to rise. For just a flash, the mighty, hyper pregnant empress was aware of just how much she had changed. How had she gone from being a charismatic, go-getter alpha male to an alien bug broodmother? Her mind and gaze connected to Sharon, and the two shared an intimate moment of awareness, with Sharon’s mind similarly shocked at her own state.
‘But the meteor willed it,’ Sharon thought across their connection, rubbing her breasts and readying to push. ‘And that means we must embrace our new future in the hive, my empress.’
Another contraction, the urge to push was there.
‘Yesssss,’ thought Peter, taking a great gasping sigh. ‘You are right. Lily, my sweet, protect us from any disturbances.’
Lily was already doing such, commanding her troops across her telepathic connection, gathering them to guard any entrances to the lair and prevent any of the new transformees from pushing too hard against their programming. Mick, meanwhile, was experiencing her own preparations: her enormous ovipositor had swelled to the size of a small car, and she was seeping her nutrient goo from every teat and nipple.
“I’m r-r-ready,” she managed, barely able to talk from how much her body was producing food for the hive. “P-please be quick, my queen, my empress. N-need to feed you all!”
The empress was quick to follow her subject’s request, for when the next urge to push arrived she gave herself fully over to her instinct and used ever new muscle in her swollen rear.
“Aahhh! Yesssss! Mhmmm! Come into the w-world, my wonderful d-darlings! Ohhhhh!!”
Her rear lips distended, widening as the first of her brood began to arrive. More shocks rippled through her rear, and then to her own astonishment the eggs within her cracked. She hadn’t expected this, but the sudden miniature hive of activity within her churning womb was a true bliss to experience. Another push, and the first spawn arrived: a writhing larva with translucent skin and writhing limbs, crying just like a human baby, albeit with an insectoid trill. The empress orgasmed as the first of her children exited, the soft shell fragments reabsorbing into her body within her. The child landed into the arms of Chandra, who immediately moved her to the empress’ arms. For a human, perhaps the sight would have been ghastly, but to the empress, her first child was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Her body was still not fully formed: her carapace segments were soft and her antenna mere nubs, and her own rear abdomen was but a small bump. But in all other respects, she was an alien like Peter, a combination of human and otherworldly elements.
And she was hungry.
“Feed, my darling,” the empress said, holding her against her ripe upper left bosom. Immediately, the child latched, drinking from her royal produce, and the sensations it produce lit up the comforting, maternal sections of her brain. She immediately sent a signal to Lily, who responded warmly across the mindlink.
‘The first of millions, my love,’ Lily responded. ‘I am proud to be mother and father both to our children.’
At that, she rubbed her own distended belly, though she merely looked like a woman pregnant with twins, rather than so deeply pregnant as the broodmothers were.
But the dams were now broken, and soon the contractions were upon Peter once more. The urges to push were continuous now, and she eased herself into them, pushing again and again, her eggs peeling open inside of her enormous ovipositor to allow her larvae to emerge into the world. Each birth was an ecstasy unto itself, and each child was heralded into the mindlink of the hive the moment it began to feed from her. It was wondrous, the total fulfilment of the hive’s purpose, and even the worker drones and still-changing Chandra looked upon the sight with celebratory awe.
Even as this happened, the rumbling within Sharon reached its fever pitch.
“Yes! Thank you, oh mighty Meteor! Thank you for giving me the h-hive!”
She pushed, and the first of her clutch arrived, though unlike the royal broodmother, hers were indeed a clutch. Round eggs the size of entire volleyballs pushed out from her ovipositor’s exit, distending the lips and causing a mingling of sweet pain and even greater ecstasy. For a former hippie like Sharon, the experience of birth was practically a spiritual one, and linked to the hive as she was, that connection was made all the stronger. Her various handmaidens attended to her eggs, helping situate them in piles of clutches, ready to be hatched at a later date.
“Mhmmm, w-wonderful!” she cried. ‘Mick, my love, come here. I must feed from the effort. See to our empress too!’
A number of worker drones had to literally shift Mick to their location, but once there, the feeder sighed in perfect relief as empress and queen both suckled from her. Peter grabbed her friend’s ovipositor, and in a move neither would have imagined just a few weeks ago, she suckled from it, drawing in enormous gulps of her sweet, nutritious produce in order to maintain her bodies endless, pregnant effort.
“I n-never want to ch-change back,” Mick grunted, her voice high and whining. “All glory to the hive.”
The hive responded as one, their expansionist mission clear: ‘All glory to the hive! All glory to the hive!’
***
Several days later, and the expansion of the hive had now taken the entirety of the apartment block, from its basement level to its highest floor. Peter had never stopped producing during this time; her body was now entirely immobile on her ‘throne,’ constantly attended by Maxwell and the other maidens, various members literally massaging her pregnant abdomen just to help usher more of her brood into the world. Not a single hour had passed without Peter pushing a new life into the world, her alien spawn erupting from her ovipositor and into the waiting arms of her attendants, before being given to one of her eight mighty breasts to feet from. From there, they would feed from milk, though the occasional larvae with a more pink hue remained at her chest, still feeding. She knew already, thanks to the meteor’s influence, that these were other broodmothers like Sharon and Chandra.
Those two broodmothers were doing very well indeed. The former celebrated her status as a queen of the hive, subordinate to her empress but endlessly producing eggs. Whereas Peter had the power to make more queens and likely even empresses, along with various other castes, Sharon only produced workers, handmaidens, soldiers, and construction drones. Being of lesser status in the hive, her children were less fully developed than Peter’s, whose womb functioned at a more rapid reproductive rate, but this was just fine by her. It was her place within the hive, after all.
‘So long as I can serve the hive,’ the messaged to her empress who had inquired about her feelings as such across the mindlink. ‘That is all that matters. I never want to be without you, my empress, nor my feeder once-husband. Nor our chief warrioress Lily. We started it all, our minds should never be apart.’
And indeed, they weren’t. While, as originators of the hive, they had the power to separate themselves from the link, they never did. It was as much a home to them in the space of the mind as their physical lair was home to their bloated bodies. Chandra was slowly coming to accept this as well, even if she was still hesitant: she had birthed her first clutch just the other day, and the sweet orgasmic ecstasy it brought her was too much to resist. Embarrassingly, it was her former husband Maxwell who serves as her birthing attendant, receiving volleyball sized egg after egg and helping her former wife feed their children.
‘This d-doesn’t mean I accept it!’ she shrieked telepathically. ‘Even if it f-feels sooo goood! Ohhhhh, m-more eggs! N-need to b-birth more eggsssss!’
Maxwell just massaged her broodmother’s egg sac.
‘You are doing well, my queen. So very well. The lair looks so much better under new management, don’t you think?’
But in many ways, it was Lily that was in charge of said ‘management.’ As much as Empress Peter was in charge of the hive, Lily saw to its security. Her warriors had adeptly abducted more humans to join the hive, and now the entire apartment block and numerous visitors were converted, most of them now happily so. She had given birth to twin children just recently - egg births, naturally - and was pregnant once more with more to add to the warrior/protector class. She had mated with Peter many times more since, impregnating her former husband and empress yet again, and though she knew that she would have to ‘share’ the empress with others for genetic viability, she still swelled a little with pride to see Peter so huge with her spawn.
‘I was your first, my empress,’ she purred happily across their link as she entered her leader once more, her male genitalia having folded out from her body. ‘We are of the hive now, and we are all one. But part of me will always be proud of this.’
‘So you should, my protector,’ Peter whispered across the mindlink, moaning in pleasure as the impregnation began. ‘I am proud to bear your young. So many young. So many, forever. Mhmmm!’
Meanwhile, Peter’s best friend Mick was finally very busy. In many ways, her existence had been the one with the most agony, given that she had bloated up with her nutrient sludge well before the hive was big enough to sufficiently drain her. Now, however, that was finally not the case. Her body was able to absorb almost any substance - wood, metal, glass, the sticky webbing of the construction drones - and convert it towards the production of the good. She was practically more goo than person at this point, being the size of an entire van at all times, though her size fluctuated with how many larvae and workers attached to her. Always there were numerous alien spawn drinking from her, but all the workers and broodmothers also required her services. It was a good thing three more feeders were growing in the hive, including the former health inspector who had come to visit and received quite the shock! Now, instead of ticketing the residents for unsanitary contaminant goo, the once-male would be the one producing such goo, all to further an alien foothold upon the planet.
In so many ways, the hive was expanding perfectly. Peter dreamed of their race finally becoming known once they had infiltrated enough of human society, and even moving their lair underground or perhaps to a mountain range in order to be better fortified. Soon the apartment would not be enough to contain them, and they could not cannibalise it much further without harming its structural integrity, even with the sticky webbing that hardened from the construction drones’ efforts. Besides, the light of the meteor was starting to fade, its messages now hardcoded in their DNA instead of the rock. Still, it gave one last flash of inspiration to the original four it had changed before it began to wink out fully.
‘Breed breed breed and feed and grow and protect and expand and link bring all to the link so that all may be linked as one and more broodmothers are needed and more hives multiple hives across the world to ensure the safety of the hive. Local native populations must join the hive and become one with the hive that the mighty empire may be reborn and the ships rebuilt and the worlds reconquered across the great expanse of the stars the hive will never end the empress will rule over all, Peter will be Palara the centre of all hives the one that bounds them all together. You four will be honoured as the eternal heart of the hive. Glory to the hive, the hive is glory!’
From that moment, their destiny was assured.
‘I will become Palara,’ Peter declared to the hive. ‘The meteor has spoken, and now it is dead. There is none but I to lead the hive to the future. And I accept this great honour; it is my eternal role.’
She turned her attention to her lovers and friends.
‘Lily, you will be Laresh, immortal leader of my personal guard, and remain the lover whose young I shall cherish the most.’
Laresh bowed at this honour, her various warrior protectors buzzing with approval across the mindlink.
‘I promise you will always be safe, my empress.”
Palara smiled, pausing just a moment to birth her next larvae, dutifully handled by her handmaidens.
‘Sharon, you shall be my broodmother sister, always by my side. You shall be Shanari.”
Shanari moaned almost sensually at this new title, and she too began to lay her next clutch of eggs, readily accepting her charge. Palara extended a pair of her upper arms and ran them across the enormous body of her best friend Mick.
“And you, my feeder, will be Mirath. You will be an eternal food source to our hive, yes, and will always bless us with your portions, but you will also be my closest friend, advising me as much on the needs of our hive as Laresh.”
Mirath sighed, quivering as more workers and larvae fed from her many, many breasts. “I knew we would remain friends, my empress, no m-matter what. I will always be there to help you produce more for our hive.”
Parala nodded. Her antenna extended, straightening, and a momentary alarm ran through her even among the accolades and dreamy excitement for the future.
“Ah,” she said out loud, “I see. It seems we have run out of time.”
She sent out a warning to the hive, illuminating them as to the threat that was now mounting outside the apartment. The reach of her psionic gifts was far beyond that of any in her hive, even her warrior protectors, which was why she was able to notice the threat first: numerous vans, trucks, and military-grade vehicles were only several blocks away but rapidly converging upon the apartment block. She could sense this from the minds of their drivers and occupants, many of whom were ready to enforce a federal quarantine upon the site. Palara could sense that the agents had no true knowledge of what they were dealing with, but that after all the disappearances and silence from the block, not to mention the strange reports from humans in adjacent buildings, clearly enough warnings had been thrown up to lead to this significant manoeuvre.
The hundreds of drones, workers, handmaidens and breeders in the hive all buzzed with a collective, hive-minded fear. Even Sharon stirred with individual worry, and Mick had to comfort her, letting her feed out of panic. Laresh flew to Palara’s side, readying her strong arms. She carried a sharp hooked staff made from the hardened webbing of a construction drone, but already the gift new brain-class specimens were devising new, more advanced weaponry.
“My empress,” she whispered. “I will protect you with my life, as you protected me when I was just your wife. I will lay down my life for you and our young.”
The trucks were closing in. Civilians were already being shuffled away, removed by the military level forces. Her scouts could see them assembling outside the building now, setting up quarantine, screening tents, barricades, and numerous other containment protocols. Most of the forces were in Hazmat suits or wore gas masks. Several men in more official outfits barked orders, and radios crackled with signals that were entirely inferior to the hive’s psionic mindlink, but still presented a threatening united and organised front all the same.
“No,” Peter said. “We will not allow ourselves to be quarantined. My young will not be studied and dissected. We will thrive. The meteor and its creators gave us this task, to remake an empire across the stars and fill it with our young. One harmonious hive bringing balance from the chaos of the humanity we once were. We will not have a final stand, Lerash.”
Immediately, her mind worked in overdrive, sending orders across the mindlink at a rate no human could possibly match. Construction drones were sent into the basement to begin their tunnelling and construction, all while warriors barricaded the building to buy them more time. Handmaidens and worker drones collected the eggs and larvae, readying them for transport, all while the feeders and broodmothers, Mirath and Shanari and Chandra included, were born aloft on makeshift litters to bring them to the lowest levels of the hive. Palara herself took priority, of course: this was no selfishness, but pragmatism. Laresh and her warriors helped carry her, along with her larvae, down to the basement, lowering her on cranes and webbing all while the quarantine was rapidly established outside. Her ovipositor quivered, desperate to birth more young into the world, but she willed her endless labour to stop, holding it off through sheer will.
‘Soon, my children,’ she told them psionically. ‘First, we must make a new hive. Deep beneath the earth. Beneath this city, until we are ready to emerge far stronger.’
The workers and construction drones were already carving out immense tunnels, their acidic compounds and hardening goo working in concert to make new paths to collapse behind them. Palara did not know if they would be quick enough, but she reassured the hive anyway. The link had to survive. They simply had to.
As the agents began to descend upon the building, the tunnel widened before her, ready to receive the empress to an even greater lair. As the clock ticked, the hive rallied behind her, all of them scuttling into the dark through which their alien eyes could easily see.
If they escaped successfully, this would be their true nest.
And she and her hive would fill it with so very many young.
The End
