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Bug (3 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-06-10 00:08:09 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Visorelle.
1.
A large bug crawled along a dusty corridor. It was about an inch in size, with a large tan abdomen, ridges going along its back. The bug scuttled along through the crack in a doorframe then hurried up a wall of sheets, onto it bed. It crawled beneath blankets before moving up a thin, smooth leg.’
The girl fidgeted her hips, but she did not wake up as the bug crawled up her inner thigh, into her panties. Finally, it reached her opening where it poked its small head and crawled in, leaving just the farthest tip of its abdomen to protrude. The bug extended its front legs and buried them into the girl’s moist, heated flesh. The girl grunted slightly, but did not awake.
The bug spent the night feeding on the girl’s nutrients, drawing blood to its legs from her capillaries, until the two were one in the same. Veins and blood vessels began to feed into the bug, as the bug, in turn, swelled. It took up more and more space in the girl’s opening as she merely squirmed and mumbled in her sleep.
By morning, the bug was the size of a small lemon, most of its abdomen protruding from the girl. Its front legs and head had fused with the girl’s anatomy, whereas the back legs had shriveled and disintegrated, leaving only its abdomen. Finally, everything was prepared. The host was ready. The bug lurched, and something shot up into the girl.
Rhonda gasped awake. She immediately groaned at a sensation of soreness in her groin. She instinctively reached down into her sheets, and was shocked when her fingers connected to something unfamiliar. Something that was warm, and ridged, and twitched beneath her fingertips.
With a surprised yelp, Rhonda quickly pulled back her hand. She hesitated, before tearing off her sheets. She stared at the way her panties protruded. She pulled them down and released a scream.
Something was inside of her, partially protruding out of her. It was tan, but flushed pinkish, and elliptical in shape. Rhonda quickly attempted to detach it from her, but then she screamed again. It was painful! It almost felt like it was part of her. As she watched it squirm again, she covered her mouth, feeling that she might vomit.
This was nightmarish. It looked like a bug’s abdomen. Rhonda got out of bed, but the jostling caused the thing to start wriggling again. A shock of arousal shot through Rhonda, before she found herself dropping to her knees, her fluids seeping down and making the creature sleek. She gasped for breath as she unconsciously held her navel. Pulses of sensation shot through her loins, and nauseatingly enough, the creature swelled. “Nnrrrghhhh…” Now it was bigger, stretching her more, leaving Rhonda gasping for breath. Shakily, she climbed back up to her feet and managed to stagger into the bathroom. She lifted up her nightdress and took the staring at the thing.
She needed help, that was for sure, but she didn’t even know where to start. A doctor? A scientist? She didn’t know what this was. The thing lurched, and grew a little more, getting longer and plumper, and filling her more. Again, Rhonda unconsciously held her navel.
This time her hand encountered a bloated mound that had not been there before. Rhonda looked down at herself in shock. It was small, but an unmistakable belly had formed where her stomach had been concave. Returning her gaze to the mirror, Rhonda also took notice that her usually-flat chest was now adorned by two round mounds—tingling, B-cup breasts that did not belong there.
The creature pulsed. There was another swell of growth, the thing plumpening, and pushing out from beneath her gown, like an erection. Rhonda hugged herself as she endured it. She could feel her belly growing more, her nipples aching as her breasts became yet fuller. They gently wobbled as she groaned, poured sweat, and struggled, for the life of her, struggled to figure out just what was going on.
2.
Rhonda sat in her doctor's office, hunched down, quietly panting. Every so often she would feel a sensation in her abdomen—it reminded her of a hiccup, but it occurred deep within the pit of her stomach—after which she would feel slightly fuller, tighter, her belly even seeming larger as minutes ticked by and this proceeded.
It had been an hour already that she had been sitting in the crowded waiting room. That was the hazard of making a last-minute appointment. The wait time was considerable.
Rhonda ran her hands over her midsection, stunned that she already looked five months pregnant.
The insect-like mound that had adhered to her groin trembled from time to time. It was presently concealed in her loose sweatpants, though it was a noticeable bulge. It resembled a fat grub, about the size of a grapefruit but the shape of a lemon, protruding from her and tapering at the end.
Rhonda's stomach lurched and became yet tighter. She groaned quietly as the sac squirmed.
Most of the other people in the waiting room took little notice of Rhonda's hunched-over form. The occasional person would look at Rhonda and do a double-take, as if surprised that they had not noticed her before.
Rhonda was actively growing. She was flushed and sweaty, and breathing heavily as she tried to endure her ongoing changes.
She was relieved when she finally heard her name being called by a medical assistant. Rhonda slowly got up from her chair and awkwardly proceeded to the door, careful not to put too much pressure on the insect-like sac sprouting from between her legs. She followed the medical assistant into an exam room, refraining from clutching the mound as it jiggled. As Rhonda sat down, she felt another of those hiccup sensations, and couldn't help groaning as her belly gently pushed out. It was getting so tight. Rhonda gasped for breath.
Now the medical assistant was staring. She blinked hard a few times, as though suspecting her eyes were deceiving her. She then proceeded to take Rhonda's vitals as Rhona struggled to contain any more episodes of growth. She didn't even know if it was possible.
"Blood pressure elevated. So is your pulse and temperature. What brings you in today?"
"I've experienced a recent...growth."
The assistant looked at Rhonda quizzically. "Care to elaborate?"
"I'd prefer to just show the doctor," Rhonda mumbled, not wanting to be rude.
The medical assistant frowned. "I see that you're expecting. How far along are you?"
"I just need to see the doctor," Rhonda repeated, her arms folded against her abdomen.
The medical assistant turned to her computer console and typed for a few minutes. "The doctor will be with you shortly." And she left the room.
Rhonda tried her best to hold on. By then she was soaked in sweat, her clothes sticking to her. The growth was too rapid for her to withstand it for much longer. It wasn’t like a pregnancy, which was slow and steady. She felt as though she was actively being pumped with contents.
There was a mirror directly opposite the medical table, and through it, Rhonda could see her flushed reflection. She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt that was stretched over her 6-month-pregnant-looking belly in addition to some loose sweatpants. Her irises seemed larger and darker than usual, taking up more of the whites of her eyes than it should have.
Rhonda hugged herself. Her sides were aching, just a few inches beneath her arms. Rhonda rubbed the tender, heated area. What next? she thought, feeling anxious and miserable.
Another glance in the mirror gave her pause. Something was poking out of her hair, just a few inches in length. They looked like little twigs or something. Rhonda reached up and lightly touched the protrusions. She groaned as the top of her head tingled, the two twig-like protrusions pushing out and lengthening. They pointed outwards in opposite directions, and felt more firm and flexible than twigs—smoother too. They almost looked like an insect’s…antenna. And they were growing longer by the moment. One twitched on her head. Rhonda stared at herself in shock.
Doctor Randall walked in. “Rhonda, good to see you. What brings you in today?” His eyes flickered to her apparent pregnancy and then her flushed, sweaty complexion.
Rhonda was still stunned about the two black antenna now protruding from her hair. They hung down somewhat, each about seven inches long. The doctor either had not noticed or thought them to be some sort of fake attachment.
But for Rhonda, the room was spinning. “I’m not sure what’s…h-happening.” Another of those hiccup sensations. Rhonda hugged her belly as it pushed out at least an inch.
“Rhonda, are you okay?” said Dr. Randall in concern. “Can you hear me?”
Hiccup.
Her belly button popped out. Now the growths were accompanied by a tingling pressure on her groin where it attached to the creature. Her face reddened even more. It was an uncomfortable but also arousing sensation. She felt the impulse to push, but was terrified.
Dr. Randall was now feeling her forehead. “Can I get a nurse in here?” he called out the door.
Another hiccup, and her belly felt ready to pop. “Nnnggghhhh…ohhhh...” Rhonda moaned. She couldn't handle the pressure. She whimpered, and finally pushed.
Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the bizarre sensation of something popping out of her, and into the insect-like sac that she was adhered to. “Hahhh…hahhhh…” Rhonda breathed, clutching at the heated mound in her sweatpants. It almost felt as though it was throbbing now. There was another hiccup, and so she pushed another lump into the sac.
Now she could feel it plumpening, stretching with ease, like it was supposed to. It had none of the tension that filled her belly. Instead, there was only capacity. Rhonda pushed again and again as the sac swelled within her in pants. Egg after egg was pushed inside of it as her loins seeped, leaving the sac sleek with her juices. Dr. Randall stared blankly as the groin of Rhonda’s pants stretched out, until the sac finally began to protrude from the hem, flushed, plump, and glorious.
Rhonda just panted, her breasts wiggling as her chest heaved. She felt so much better. So much relief. But now there was a burning at her tender sides. She groaned. “Oh god…” The pressure became painful. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She couldn’t stop it. She arched her back and spread her arms. She spread all of her arms. The two that she had, and the two that burst free of her sides, tearing through her shirt.
Rhonda looked down at herself in amazement. Her two new arms were presently covered in green goo, but they otherwise matched the first pair, and were directly beneath them. The pain was gone. Now they just tingled with heat and possibility. Rhonda experimentally wiggled her brand new fingers.
Dr. Randall collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
3.
Rhonda trailed out of the examination room, gasps following her as she proceeded. She felt rather disoriented, and yet incredibly…good. She was barely conscious of the horrified faces that stared at her, or the people who protectively clutched their children against them. Rhonda felt renewed.
Her four hands trailed over her body, two cradling her belly, and two examining the sac, allowing it to freely protrude from her sweatpants, fully exposed. It wasn’t as though her clothing could do much to hide it anymore. It was getting bigger, plumper, thicker, longer. Rhonda supported it gently as it rocked. The sac had come to be truly fused with her body. It was the size of a melon by then, though still the shape of a lemon. Rhonda could feel it pulsing with the life she had pushed into it.
Rhonda found herself walking through her front door, though she was barely conscious of how she had gotten home. Her breasts tingled with sustenance for her soon-coming litter. Rhonda headed towards her bedroom, but she had to stop in the hall, gripping the wall as her belly pulsed with yet more life. She grunted as it gently pushed outwards, her stretched T-shirt sliding upwards so that more of her abdomen became exposed. By then she looked as though she was seven months pregnant.
Rhonda trailed into her bedroom. The sac was firm and full, but nowhere near as tight as her belly. She gently released her hold on it, allowing it instead to protrude down between her legs, poking out behind her a bit. She didn’t mind the awkwardness of the mass. To her, it felt nothing but natural.
Instead Rhonda cradled the two round C-cups on her chest. They felt tender and bloated. Her second pair of hands felt the skin on her chest directly beneath her breasts. It was heated and sensitive. She had developed two lumps of fat, with a pinkened nub on the center of each. They almost resembled…breasts. Rhonda massaged the skin with her fingertips, allowing it to develop with her encouragement. She groaned as her skin bloated more, the nubs distending and becoming more defined. She kneaded the skin, until it was full of the tingling sensation of growth that filled the breasts above them.
Rhonda sighed as she finally lowered her hands. She admired the four breasts now protruding against her top, the lower ones smaller, but they would catch up soon enough.
Rhonda examined herself in her bedroom mirror. She admired the way she was progressively outgrowing her clothing. Her eyes had changed as well. Now, not only had her iris’ overtaken the whites of her eyes, her eyes themselves were at least twice as large, taking up more space on her face than they had previously. Her lips were paler, now the color of her skin. Her nose seemed smaller and less-defined, as though it was sinking into her face. Her antenna were thicker, and even longer. They twitched atop her head. She almost grinned at her reflection, when her eyes widened. She felt a strong pulsation, deep within her.
Rhonda hugged her abdomen just as it swelled with more growth. She hunched down, her face reddening as her body tightened yet more. Rhonda sunk down to her knees, the sac laying on the floor between her legs and protruding out behind her. She panted as pulse after pulse of pressure slammed into her stomach, her belly button popping out as her abdomen pushed out visibly. Inch after inch of growth left Rhonda sweat-soaked, as she tried to keep up. She felt eggs popping into her sac as it tightened, swelled, and distended beneath her. As her belly popped completely free of her shirt, Rhonda’s hands trailed over her mass, hoping to ease the growth spurt. She looked as though she was due with twins in a normal pregnancy. Her breasts tingled and surged as well, the bottom ones pushing into the top ones. Her new breasts had quickly grown to Cs, while the upper ones were approaching D-cups. Both pairs felt heated and full, her nipples aching as they contained the sustenance developing within.
Rhonda breathed as her sac stretched and pressed into her, coming to resemble a large, plump slug that she was straddling. The tip burned and her face reddened. “Oh…” she groaned out, as uncomfortable as she was aroused. Something was coming. Something was coming! “Nnnrrgghhhh…” Rhonda bared down as the tip twitched, and out popped her first egg.
