Feature Writer: Captain Hidethread

Feature Title: The Gothic Incubator

Published: Piper’s Domain / ASSTR

Story Codes: mc; mm; Mm; mF; Xm; Xdom; mdom; oral; anal; mast; preg; alien; sissy; tg; tf

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The Gothic Incubator

Here I am, expressing my true self once again, in front of my girlfriend’s mirror, pondering, like always, about my identity. “Why was I born a boy, when every inch of my body looked so feminine?” I asked myself for what it seems like the hundredth time in my life. I shrug it off with a soft moan as I stroke my bare flat chest. The silk in these long black gloves felt so good to the touch that I clamped onto my stiff nipples, and gave them a good pinching. I continue to gaze upon on my beautiful reflection, wearing nothing but these gloves, a pair of matching colored panties, silk stockings, a pair of stiletto’s, and a long hair wig. Black has always been my favorite color. Even my boy clothes I put on for school were black. Classmates would pick on me. Calling me a goth, a loser, a fagot. Anything that can drive a person to suicide. But I’m not like them. I still want to live. To have a life of my own. Maybe a new life with my girlfriend. But I shouldn’t be jumping that far. We’re both only thirteen after all. But those bullies were sort of right on one thing. I have a thing for goth, but for a different kind. For a couple of years now, I have been obsessed with Gothic Lolita clothing. I seen many pictures of girls, and even some boys on the internet, wearing these cute outfits. They were like living dolls. I envied how happy they looked as the image showed them walking out in the public street, without a care from the onlookers.

But these black undergarments will have to do for now until Alexis, my cute girlfriend Alexis, fulfills my dream. She was born as a boy as well, and her parents accepted her transition at the age of seven. Since her family is extremely rich, she used her weekly allowance to collect an expansive variety of dresses, costumes, and accessories. She even bought things her parents are completely oblivious of. This week she decided to get me gift for our one year anniversary. A beautiful black Gothic Lolita dress, complete with cute frills, hosery, and Mary Jane buckle shoes. She also ordered a matching white dress for herself. She once told me that white was her favorite color, and that these will make us the perfect example of ebony and ivory.

“One whole year,” I said to Alexis. It has been a year, hasn’t it? I remember being the new kid at the school where I first met her. Although her parents accepted her new gender, she still had to wear boys’ clothes for when she was in public, so it was still conflicting, for the both of us, to be ourselves. She didn’t mind hiding her true self from anyone. In fact, it was most likely the reason how we became lovers. The moment we first laid eye contact, she knew that I was just like her. Since then, she helped me embrace my true self. The only thing I came close to it was when I sometimes used some of my mom’s old makeup that I would take into my room, and walk around in her oversized heels whenever she was away, and when my dad took a nap.

After I was finally caught, and harshly scolded, I promised them that I would never do it again. Since then, I locked up my feminine urges. But that changed when I visited Alexis’ mansion for the first time. At our first sleepover, we played dress up for the whole night. My height and measurements were close to hers so I had no trouble trying on her many outfits. My favorite outfit was her maid uniform. I’d play her little servant while she dressed up like pretty princess. For a while it was just for fun, until it eventually got us even closer. I pretended that I made a mistake, like I always do for giggles, but she “forgave me” in a different manner, by giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she kissed me again. It felt so good that I kissed back. Then the next thing I knew it, we kept out lips locked for minutes. Both of our boy parts tingled, and got stiff. Next thing we knew we were playing with them. Ever since then, our sleepovers have always led to naughty role-playing.

“It certainly has,” she replied back. I was entranced by my own reflection that I didn’t notice her kneeling down in front of me, nuzzling my flaccid penis along her left cheek. “It’s time for your checkup,” she added. I had a feeling she would say something like that when I saw her stepping out of her closet in a sexy nurse uniform, complete with a little cap, white stockings, and a very skimpy skirt. So skimpy that I noticed her hardon tenting from her cotton panties.

The sight of her lewdness along with her playful kitty licks on my shaft was turning me on as well. She then started her oral exam while it was still erecting. I let out a few moans, and grazed my hands along the back of her head. Her blowjobs seem to get better every time she performs them. But that’s as far as our relationship goes. That, along with hand-jobs, and some times even foot-jobs, and that’s about it. She often begged me to penetrate her, but I just don’t want to go there yet. I keep telling her that I’ll make that kind of commitment once we were married. But she can be quite stubborn. Even now, she’s trying to rile me up by finger-banging my ass. She looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes. Her mouth had a little grin, as she noticed my horny expression, while her lips slurped and tugged. I lightly pulled her long blonde hair. I told her I was about to cum. She pulled up, leaving her mouth open, with the head of my cock plopped on her tongue. Just then, I climax. She let my semen saturate her tongue for a few seconds before swallowing it down.

“So what’s my prognosis?” I asked. She cleaned me off, and stood up. We embrace each other, with our arms wrapped. “Delicious,” she responded, before giving me a passionate kiss. I pick up the leftover cum that got mixed with her saliva. “But I think I need to do more research. First, I need to check your temperature.”

“And how are you going to do that, nurse?” I asked playfully. I knew the answer right away just by the embarrassing look on her face. I sighed and once again and said no. And once again, she begged and pleaded.

“Why must you tease me like this, Michelle?” she asked with those desperate blue eyes of hers. “It’s gotten to the point where the toys don’t please me anymore. I want to feel you inside me.”

“I’m sorry, Alexis. I love you, and I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, but I’m just not ready to take our relationship to that point. Maybe when we’re old enough to-”

“To get married, I know,” she said abruptly. I brushed her long smooth hair on her pouty little head with my fingers to calm her down. She hugged me close, and nuzzled her cheek on my shoulder. “You better keep your promise.”

I kissed her on the side of her neck. “I will, my naughty little nurse.” It seems I sewed that issue up once again, but she’s not going to like what I’m going to tell her.

“Can we at least lay on the bed and snuggle?” she asked in one of her adorable voices that makes me all giddy every time I hear it. I contained it all in, and let it out with a big sigh.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have to cut this sleepover short.” I gently break away from her embrace, I realized I lost track of the time. “Oh shit! I’m late,” I shouted after looking Alexis’ alarm clock. I hurried in her bathroom to remove the black lipstick, mascara, and the other makeup off.

“Late? Late for what?” she asked with a sad expression on her face. I explained everything while I took off my lingerie, and put on my boy’s clothes.

“I forgot to mention that my dad called a few hours ago, and he wanted me home by nine o’clock.”

Alexis looked at her clock. “Oh no. It’s almost ten. I’m so…”

“Don’t be. It’s all my fault. And worst of all, he needed me back because he wants to talk to me. I just hope he fell asleep so I can just head to bed, and I can hear his ramblings in the morning.”

“I just hope he doesn’t hurt you again,” she said with concern. As I put my baseball jersey back on, I noticed that I still had my jet black wig on. I pull it off to reveal my tomboyish brown hair.

“He’s not like that all the time,” I replied, trying to be nonchalant.

“It’s still not right to take his abuse. I worry about you, Michelle. If I could I would get you out of there.”

She wasn’t exactly wrong. At best, the only abuse I would receive would be the verbal kind. But even that can take a stressful toll, and my only means of easing that stress would be expressing my truth self. So I stuff the lingerie I was wearing in my backpack, along with the heels, wig, and makeup, for when I am alone in my room. “Don’t worry about me, Alexis. I’ll call you and let you know how things turn out.” I grab my backpack, and give her a goodbye kiss. Her parents were gone for another night on the town, and her sister was asleep in her own room a few doors down, I head downstairs, and walk through the dimly lit living room.

As I was tying my sneaker laces, I am greeted by the only grownup in the mansion. Their maid, and occasionally, babysitter. I told her that I had to cancel the sleepover for the night. She nodded with a smile, and escorted me to my bicycle. I hopped on, and waved goodbye to her as I casually rode out of the driveway. The gate opened up when I got close to it. When I heard its dreadful buzzing noise for the first time, I almost jumped off my seat. This time I was ready for it. As soon as I rolled out of sight, my casual stride turned into a mad dash. I know for a fact that making it home normally would take thirty minutes. At least at this pace, I can make it in twenty.

Or at least that’s how I estimated it. Though I have to give credit to myself. I managed to peddle my ass off for a good ten minutes before tiring down to my regular speed. The sidewalks and streets are usually deserted past this hour due to a curfew, so most of the cars that drive around are the ones that patrol for any kids that are out past their bed time. Being late to see my dad was one thing, but being carted back home to my dad in a police car was something I did not want to happen. What makes matters worse is if they inspect my backpack. Just then, all of my worries start to flood out. From afar, I see a pair of headlights coming toward my direction.

I had to think fast, and it didn’t take that long. I look across the street, and behind a dimly lit street light, was a narrow path in the small forest. Small enough for joggers and panicky bicyclists like me, but too small for vehicles. With a burst of extra energy, I quickly peddle across, and tread deep through the path. I stop and park myself behind a big tree, just in case they flash their lights by, which my reflector would easily pick up. I stayed hidden, without peering my eyes out to look. Though I did get a vague look at the car as it kept on driving. It wasn’t even a car at all. It was just a truck. My anxiety escaped with a huge sigh. I wheeled it back to the middle of the path.

“Oh shit!” I yelled in my head. It just dawned on me. This would take me straight to the park. From there, it would only take me five minutes to make it home. I treaded lightly through the path, calling myself an idiot to completely forgot all about it. Then again, I’m usually this forgetful whenever I get stressed like this. It’s not just the fear of getting caught, but to be honest, the fear that dad will still be up. Just hearing his voice when he is in bitching mode truly terrifies me. I guess I was lying to myself about that day.

When I was caught, it was more than just a scolding. He was the one who caught me first. He woke up from his nap much earlier than I anticipated, and caught me off guard, in full makeup. From there, he insulted me with almost every derogatory remark that bigots would say to gay people. All this while slapping my head around for a good three minutes. I can never forget those three minutes. Mom’s reaction wasn’t any better, yet she wasn’t any worse either.

When she returned home from work, she seen me still wearing her heels and jewelry. All she did was give me a look of disapproval. She didn’t yell at me as much, while she washed her makeup from my face, but her words were just as hurtful. “God put you on this Earth as a boy, so you must act like one,” she said at some point. Despite of her harsh words, and the fact that she disregarded the red hand-marks on my face, she was the only one I looked up to.

A strong, beautiful woman, who works hard to provide for her family. That’s the kind of woman I want to be when I get older. But then I think back to that hurtful sentence. It still pains me a little to play them in my head, but at the same time, I remember seeing how sad she was when she said them. When she told me to promise her to never do something like this again, I had no choice but to keep it, for her. But I couldn’t keep that promise for long. I continued to be the boy my parents wanted, but in reality, it was killing me on the inside. Thanks to Alexis and our secret sleepovers, I can continue to shroud myself in this lie, while keeping myself sane at the same time.

Luckily, my shitty trip down memory lane was cut short as something caught my eye towards the clear night sky, as I was entering the park. It looked like the moon, but the actual moon was towards the east. Then I realized it was moving, and getting very close to this direction. Oh crap, it’s an asteroid, and it’s going to kill me. My body froze up. I don’t know how big it is. It would be pointless to ride away from it’s path. I covered my head, and expected the inevitable. I heard a high pitch whistling sound, sort of like someone shooting up a firework. Do rocks from space sound like that? There wasn’t even a bang. All I heard was a thud. It wasn’t Earth shattering at all. It didn’t even make a tremor. I uncovered my face, and noticed a weird pulsating glow coming from the playground. It was bright enough to light up only that section of the park, and this is a big park. What kind of meteor is that? The hell with dad for now. I was late anyway. I have to check this out.

When I got to the playground, it became more like a rave. Different colored lights strobed quickly. Thousands of little dots were reflecting off the swing-set bars, the jungle gym, the see-saw, just to name a few. They were so pretty, yet it would probably give little kids seizures. I found the source of it all right in front of the slide. It was so bright that I could hardly tell what it was. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t like that one time when I tempted myself to look up at the solar eclipse without wearing any eye protection. This was much different. It was more alluring.

Like a moth to a flame, I walked closer. As I did, my vision became much clearer, despite that it was still bright enough to burn my eyes out. I could make out what the meteorite looked like. At least I think it was. It was the size of a grapefruit. But even at that size, it would’ve made a much bigger crater out of the park than just a small one on the sand. I didn’t ponder on that for long. All I could ponder is the space rock. I knelt down just a couple of feet from it, and leaned down to get a better look. I don’t know why I was doing this. I mean, it could be radioactive for all I know. But something inside of me was ensuring me that it was safe.

It was shaped like an egg. It’s “shell” was covered with hexagon bumps. Each one emitted these rainbow lights like some cosmic disco ball. They were so pretty. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even realize I extended my arm out towards it until my fingers were touching the surface. It felt so smooth. I couldn’t stop caressing it. I wanted to give it a kiss. Wait. Give it a kiss? What the hell was I thinking?! Suddenly, I felt some movement. Is this really an egg? I backed my hand away a little as soon as I seen a slit form in the middle, from it’s top to the bottom. It slowly opened up, and I saw what looked like snakes slithering wildly inside it. My heart sank in fear, yet I remained paralyzed.

Before I could recover any willpower to spring myself away from this terror, the snakes sprang out, and wrapped themselves around my arm. Only now I noticed that they were tentacles. My willpower dropped as their tight grip kept my arm in place. Then another set of tentacles came out and entangled my other arm, pulling it down. I managed to close my eyes, and clenched my teeth in a weak attempt to free myself, but they wouldn’t budge. It only made the tentacle’s grip more painful.

Just then, I felt a fullness in my ears, like someone put their fingers in them. The pressure was getting deeper like q-tips. I open my eyes to see two new tentacles sticking out of my ears. They were digging deeper inside them. The pain was excruciating, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to scream out, but yet another set of tentacles rushed inside my open mouth before one could escape. A couple burrowed through my nasal canal, while the rest went down my throat. For some reason, I was still receiving oxygen. The pain in my head was fading away. I could still feel them inside, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. It was actually starting to feel good. Waves of bliss coursed throughout my body. My eyes gazed into the night sky when my sight began to blur. I could hardly think. I could hardly … I … so dark … everything’s so dark.

My vision was coming back. How much time has passed? Well, it couldn’t have been long, since it was still pitch dark. And the sky. It looks so beautiful. Perhaps, too beautiful. I don’t remember seeing this many stars out. A whole galaxy of stars in plain sight. I never seen anything like this. As the blurry parts cleared up, I noticed something even more out of place. Two moons? I rubbed my eyes to double check, but it wasn’t double vision. There were two moons orbiting from the left and right. But these moons were different.

The halves of each moon were charred black while the other halves facing away were white. And smack dab in between was something else. It wasn’t as close as the moons, but I could tell that it was rotating. Its strobing lights blinded me for a few seconds when I fully recovered my eyesight, but it eventually adjusted to it. It was kind of like a lighthouse. Wait a minute. It just occurred me. I was rubbing my eyes just now. My hands, they’re free! I felt around my head. Nothing was sticking out of my ears. Was it all a dream? Wait, why am I even asking myself that when it looks like I’m on another planet!?

I wasn’t as free as I thought. This time it was my lower body. No matter how much I tried to push myself to stand up, I couldn’t. I didn’t bother to look at my surroundings until now. Whenever the lights scanned by, there was a brief second of complete darkness, which made it annoying to sight-see. All I could tell was that I was definitely not in Kansas anymore. Nothing but a barren, rocky wasteland. Its surface was just as charred as the moons, with even darker patches spread out throughout the land. They couldn’t have been holes since I’m sitting on one. I then noticed the reason why I couldn’t stand up. My legs were completely blanketed in darkness. I tried to slide my fingers under what looked like the lining along my waist, but it was too tight to dig under.

All of a sudden, my dark bondage squirmed loose to reveal my bare legs. I didn’t even know I was in the nude. I looked closer at the other nearby patches. They were also teeming with vibrancy. Some of them extended their ropey appendages to the air. It just hit me now that these are the tentacles that ravaged my face just a while ago. I should’ve been scared right about now, but for some reason, I wasn’t.

It didn’t even phase me when some of them slithered back along my legs, as well as my chest, and arms. They weren’t restraining me, but massaging me. One wrapped itself gently around my arm like a bracelet. I brought my hand to my cheek, and nuzzled it’s wiggling tip. “You’re such a cutie!” I complimented it, in my feminine tone of voice. Wait, why did I say that?! Are they really cute to me? They’re nothing but oversized worms.

They have no faces, no … HA HA HA HA HA!! I giggled loudly as a couple of my cuties tickle my feet. There I go again calling them cute. Well, now that I look at this little darling on my arm, I guess they are sort of cute. The tentacle crawled further from my fingers, and rested it’s tip on my forehead. I closed my eyes as it gave me waves of soothing vibrations.

“Mother? Are you there, mother?” a deep raspy voice echoed. It didn’t speak to me by hear. It was speaking to me inside my mind. “Yes. I am inside your mind. Are you our mother?” it replied. It replied to me! “Are you our mother?” Do I sound like your mother? “I do not understand. Are you our mother?” Stop asking me that already! Of course I’m no …

“Of course I’m your mother. Don’t ask such silly things, my child.”

My god. That voice. That mine! I mean, that’s the voice I use whenever I’m with Alexis, but it’s still mine. But I didn’t say that!

“But you did, Michael. These are your children as much as they are mine. We are one in the same.”

But I didn’t, dammit. Or did it? What is going on with me?! Who are you?!

“I am the last of my kind. Long ago, the planet you see before you used to be a paradise. Our species survived by using creatures like yourself, as hosts. But everything came to an end when a faraway star died out, and became a, what you creatures called, a pulsar. Before the remaining hosts succumbed to the pulsar’s deadly beams. They sent out the very last mother egg into outer space. What you are seeing now is what my children witnessed as they were dying.”

Why am I seeing this to begin with?

“So you can see you had to suffer. What I had to suffer. What our children had to suffer.”

Why are you including me?! I’m not a part of this.

“But you are, Michael. You have been ever since you found me. Now we are one in the same.”

Who are you?

“Don’t you recognize my voice? It’s me, Michelle.”

No you’re not! I’m Michelle!

“No, I am. You’re just Michael. Poor, frail little Michael.”

Shut up …

“When I bonded myself into your mind, I took a liking to this persona of yours. So I took it out of its little hiding spot, that you constantly lock away, and merged with it. So now I am Michelle, and you’re just Michael. Sad, and pathetic Michael.”

SHUT UP!!

“Don’t say that, Michael. I know you hate to cast me out when you don’t want to. It just aches you deep down inside, doesn’t it?”

Yes, it does.

“Then why continue to contain me? Your so called ‘fellow students’ still call you hurtful names. Even your cruel father ostracizes you.”

I know but … but …

“Is it that promise?! You broke that a long time ago. You just don’t want to hurt your mother. A mother who is holding me back from you.”

But …

“What if I tell you that you can be the mother?”

What … me?

“Yes. Let make this definitive. Let us become one, and you can be Michelle. Strong, powerful, and savior of our species.”

You mean you can make me a woman?

“You will still look the same on the outside, but unlike the promise you kept as Michael. I will promise you, that you’ll be a woman.”

I didn’t understand what she meant by that. Just then, the darkness from my closed eyelids filled with white light. In that light was a girl with long brown hair. She was nude from top to bottom. Oh god! It’s me! No, it’s Michelle! She has a vagina. It looks so smooth and beautiful.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you understand,” she replied, as she hovers toward me with arms wide open. She got closer, and closer, and, wait. I do understand now. Please. Make me a woman. Make me the mother of our children!

Everything went dark again for a second. I then opened my eyes, and let out a heavy gasp of fresh air. As my vision returned, I noticed that I was back in the park, laying sideways on the sandpit. I sat back up, coughed out some grains of sand I inhaled from that gasp. How long was I out for? It couldn’t have been that long. The moon was still high. The playground was dark once more. I leaned forward to check on my egg. It’s luster was certainly gone, but most of the tentacles was still lively. The only ones that stopped moving were the ones that invaded my head. It was expected, but I’m glad the rest are okay. Now it’s time to complete my transition.

I stood up, and pulled this stinky, dirty jersey off from my pretty little chest. It felt so fucking good to do that. I playfully pinched my nipples for a bit before unbuckling my jeans. Oh dear! This is getting pretty lewd now. I slide my thumbs under the rim of my pants, and panned around. Nope! Nobody’s around! Tee hee!! I slowly pulled them, along with my ugly boxers, down, like I was in some burlesque show. My personal strip show seems to have made my penis … hmhmhmhmhm, I mean, my clit, stiff. Oh lucky me! My egg conveniently landed near this slide. I sat my cute little tush on its stainless steel.

OOOOOOOOOOOH!!! So cold! It’s sending shivers up my spine. I looked down at my dirty boy sneakers. Bleh! They needed to go. So I took them off, along with my nasty socks. My cute little footsies have been liberated. I wiggled my toes in celebration. My tentacles joined in by caressing themselves around my ankles. They retracted away when I caressed them back, letting them know that I was ready. I took a few deep breaths, and laid my back down on the cold steel. I sighed in relief once my body heat made it more comfortable.

A set of tentacles rose up into my view. One particular tentacle was much thicker than all the others surrounding it. I reached out and grabbed its fat tip, It was warm and smooth to the touch. I feel a slippery substance permeate out. Robbing me of lubing you up? How mean! But I didn’t care. I coursed it to get closer, and began to lick it anyway. The substance tasted so sweet. I placed my lips along the tip, and suckle kissed it, I wrapped my legs around it, pushing its long slimy shaft against my crotch.

A burning sensation rose up from my lube covered clit. I parted my lips away to let out some moans. I continued to scream them out as I keep it embraced into my arms, letting it’s lube heat the rest of my body up, until it overwhelmed me to the point that I climaxed. It stopped rubbing once it felt my cum, and slowly retreated it’s tip towards my thighs. We were both ready. As I continued to pant, I raised my legs up, grabbing my calves to pull them further back. I hooked my arms around them to lock them in place. My most precious hole was completely exposed.

“Take me!” I commanded through my heavy breathing. “Turn this hole into my pussy. Give me my womb! Make me a woman!!”

I kept on breathing heavily, preparing for what was about to come next. The fat one poked around my asshole at first. Once it found the right spot, it slid itself inside with little effort. Oh fuck! It’s so big. It feels like it’s tearing me apart. I clenched my toes together, I gritted my teeth. The pain washed away when it hit my special spot that Alexis always manages to find. I let out a gasp of relief, while I continued to pant. Another tentacle confronted me to my face, and wasted no time to pierce itself into my open mouth.

It had a decent girth to it, so it was easy for me to engorge in my throat. I closed my eyes for a moment, and wrapped my lips around it. I opened them halfway, gazing heavenly at the very thing that’s making my dream come true. Just then, the skinny tentacles made their cute little debut near my erect clit. Two of them curled around the shaft, making sure that it stayed straight. The third one was looming over the head. I’m still regaining my memories as a hive mother, so I couldn’t tell…..wait, it finally occurred to me. Is it…? Is it going to? Yes, it was!

The tip of its tendril peeled open, revealing a thinner tentacle. It moved around the hood for a bit until it found my pee hole. My eyes widened open as it penetrated my urethra. It’s peeled flaps covered my the rest of my clit. AAAH!!! I can feel it thrusting! My eyes rolled up. The fat tentacle was so far inside me, that I can feel it sucking up my shit. Soon after, it began to fill me up with something else. Yes! It was giving me a womb. It’s turning my ass into a vagina! I started to tear up with both joy and the pressure my clit was going through. It built up even more when it released its own fluids. The one in my throat soon followed. My conversion to motherhood was almost complete. My pussy spread slightly more as I felt something bulgey slide along from inside the fat tentacle. Then, another one went inside my new womb. These have to be my babies! A hive mother can only have two eggs at a time, so it has to be my babies! AT LAST! I’M FINALLY A WOMAN!

The three tentacles backed away. The third one pulled out rather quickly, letting my cum spurt out so high that some of it landed above my chest. I kept ejaculating for a solid thirty seconds. With the other tentacles now finished of their duties, they pulled out, but at a steadier pace. I was free to stretch out my strained legs. They were so weak, that it took me a few minutes to regain the strength to stand up. Jeez, I am so sticky now. I wiped my chest in an attempt to clean it, but it only smeared into a bigger mess. I need to go home and take a bath. I was successful in cleaning my hand. I licked up every little ounce. It’s quite delicious. Even better than my previous hosts. But I would need a whole lot more to nourish my babies.

Having no choice, for the time being, I forced myself to put back on these disgusting boy garments. The sooner I get back and clean up, the better. But there was one last thing to take care of. Now that my entire essence is in this host, all of the tentacles that used to contain me have died. It would be really bad to keep this lying around where humans can find it. I rolled each tendril up and around my egg shell to form a ball. I lift it up and hopped on my bike, keeping the ball firmly on my lap. It’s not worth burying it in the forest. Someone would find it eventually.

I was finally home, and I made it back from the park much quicker than I guessed. Maybe it was because I didn’t see any police cars. I don’t see any lights on downstairs, but I’m sure that asshole is still sitting on his favorite chair, eying the front door, in the darkness, like one of those cliche T.V. parents. AH! Now I know where to hide this. I wheel my bike to the backyard, and parked it inside dad’s tool shed. I’ll just leave it here until I find the right time to bury it. Now it was time to face the music. But I’m not afraid of him anymore. I head to the front door, scavenging my filthy pocket for the house key. Found it! I casually walk inside the dark house. I turn around to close the door.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Oh fuck. He’s so predictable. He actually adjusted that shitty chair to face the front door. He turned on the lamp, which was standing on the small table that he also positioned next to the chair. I bet he really sat there all this time, wearing nothing but a white shirt, and a pair of briefs.

“Do you have any idea FUCKING time it is?!”

I look up at the clock hanging on the wall above the couch, while I leaned to put my backpack on the carpet. Twelve fifteen? Huh, I thought my transition would’ve been a bit longer.

“Nine o’clock,” I replied pretentiously.

“You know damn well what time it is, you little shit!! What took you so long?!”

“I’m sorry, dad. I went by the community playground, and I just felt like using the swings. I guess I lost my track of time. But then again, if I had a watch, I would be able to keep track of it.” He gave me one of his cynical grins that he loved to use oh so often. But in my defense, my response wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh yeah. That’s fucking rich. You were wasting all that time on the little kiddie swings, past curfew, with cops patrolling the streets?! You could’ve made a better excuse than that!”

“But it’s the tru-”

“And stop talking in that tone of voice!! I raised you to be a man, and not a fagot!!” he yelled, and pointed at me. My playful attitude turned serious. This is my real voice, and I was going to shout it to him, but his rantings continued. “I know why you were out so long. You stayed at your little sissy friend’s big house, despite that I called and told you to be home!”

“Sissy?” I scowled at him

“Did you really think words wouldn’t get by from the other parents?! They know all about the Jones’ family, and their super spoiled sissy fagot of a son. It still pisses me off that I had to hear about this yesterday! Which is why I wanted you home to tell you that you’re never going to visit him again.”

“What? No!”

“I can assume what you two did during your fancy sleepovers, Playing dress up, and prance around like little fairies. Well that’s done and over with. I don’t want you even speaking to that little homo anymore!!”

My clenched my hands into fists. Every hurtful word he uttered just made me want to dig my nails into his throat and rip it out.

“You’re lucky your mother will be home late. I guess I’ll tell her that her precious little Michael broke his promise.”

That name. He said that name. That was the last straw.

“My name is Michelle.”

“Your name is Michael, and I told you to stop speaking to me like that!”

“NO!! MY NAME IS MICHELLE, YOU SACK OF SHIT!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. He bolted up from his chair, and rushed towards me with heavy footsteps. He slapped me so hard in my face that I tried to maintain my balance afterwards. He grabbed me by the collar of my jersey, and pulled me straight. He was ready to give me a second slap when he instead, grabbed me by the cheeks, and stared straight at me.

“What the fuck? Did that sissy boy give you contact lenses too!?

Contacts? I didn’t know what he was talking about, nor did I care for now. It was a good enough distraction for me to pull his hand away, and give him a big shove, which sent him flying back to his chair. I guess this planet has gained me a little extra strength. Something else was rising inside me. As that bastard laid back stunned, with his legs spread apart. I got a good gander at what he’s packing under those briefs. Right now, he wasn’t as repulsive as I originally thought. This has to be my new libido kicking in, and I was enjoying every second of it. I know what I have to do now.

“You little shit!!” he said with his “I’m going to kill you” look. I took action before he had the chance to stand back up. I had him pinned, keeping my fingers clamped on the back of his chair. I locked my open mouth onto his. The surprised look on his face was priceless. But this was no kiss. Not that this was the right moment anyway. I would rather take a few more punches to the back, than have my tongue bitten off. When my body transitioned, the throat tentacle modified my stomach into a second nursery. And it was just about the right time to spawn my first servant worm. It moved up through my esophagus, and entered his mouth.

By now, it must be tunneling up his oral cavity. I let him push me off, watching him howl out a gargling yell, while I sat myself back up. His eyes rolled up, and he began to convulse. Then just as fast as it all started, his body went limp. I plop myself onto his lap again, and raised his head up. I nuzzled my cheek against his upper lip. Every little hair of his greying mustache tickled, He seemed to have sweated a little. But then again, he was smelling a bit rank the moment I walked in the door. It’s so putrid, yet, I can’t get enough of it. His body was convulsing again, but not as violently. My cutie has done it’s job. It has bonded itself deep within his brain, erasing all of his memories, and controlling all of his motor functions. When his second wave of body tremors stopped, he opened his eyes. The black irises were glazed to a lighter shade of grey.

“Can you hear me, servant?” I asked my thirty-nine year old slave.

“Yes, mother,” he replied casually. His eyes remained gazing straight.

He called me mother!! Hearing him say that made me want him inside me even more. We locked lips again, but this time he was compliant to kiss me back. His thick tongue invading my innocent little mouth was giving me a hard on. I slide my hand down his sweaty briefs. Oh fuck yes! It’s exactly how I imagined it. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock right away. It didn’t take long for it to pitch a tent, but his underoos were so tight that it curved like a hook. My leaky clit was also constrained by my jeans. Bleeeeh! My jeans! My libido got so out of control that I forgot that I was still wearing these disgusting boy’s clothes. I got off him, and commanded him to stand up. He complied without saying a word. I pulled down his annoying underwear to the floor, and he instinctively pulled his legs up to help he toss them aside.

“I’m going to take a shower, and get dressed. You’re going to stand here until I am done. You got it?”

“Yes, mother,” he replied.

“Good boy,” I praised. I grabbed my backpack, and happily pranced my way to the bathroom.

Aaaah. I needed that. And when this night is over, I’ll probably be needing another one. With all the dirt, sand, and dried up semen washed away. I feel clean enough to get sexy for my feeding. I head to my room, without even putting on a towel, and take out contents from my bag. I put on my black silk panties first, letting the fabric glide along my legs until they snuggled up to my crotch. Next was my black see-thru vest. Oh, how it felt so good to put this one. I then slowly slipped on my stockings, and high heels. It’s been so damn long since I did this in my very own home. I took my makeup into mom’s room, and sat down in front of her mirror. Holy shit! So that’s what he meant! I turned on the vanity table’s light bulbs, and got a closer look at my reflection. My eyes. The irises were slanted vertically. I look like a very sexy lizard woman. I was so fascinated by them that I applied my black eyeliner first, along with some matching color eye shadow. This matte black lipstick brought out a shine that I couldn’t resist to pucker up to the mirror. I was almost ready. I put on my long gloves, and was just about to get my wig, when I heard someone yelling from the living room. Oh goodie! Mom’s home!

“Did you hear me, Henry?!” she said. “What are you doing with no clothes on?! What if Michael catches you walking around like like?! Henry?! Answer me!”

I walked just when she was shaking him violently by the shoulders. He didn’t respond to her in any way. We both make eye contact when she heard the sound of my heels clacking on the wooden floor. I loved it when she came home in her business dress, with her hair rolled into a single bun. She must’ve been so surprised to walk in and see my slave like this that she didn’t bother to take off her high heels. When she got a gander at me, she was in a state of shock. She turned her head back to him, and slapped him hard in the face.

“YOU SICK BASTARD!!!” she screamed, as she slapped him again and again. He was unphased by her angry barrage of blows. “HOW OLD IS SHE?!”

“You leave my servant alone!” I yelled. She stopped and turned to me.

“Did he tell you to say that kind of stuff?!” she asked.

“No. No. No. He is my servant,” I grinned.

She didn’t know how to respond to what I said. Then she leaned forward, and gave me a second glance for a couple of seconds, until she gasped in shock. “Michael? Is that you?”

I pat my head, and realized I forgot to put on my wig.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, while looking back and forth at us. “Henry … what did you do to Michael?! Michael!! What did he do to you?!”

“My name is Michelle, mother!!” I snapped at her, then quickly calmed down. “And it’s not what he did to me. It’s what I did to him.”

“What…..what do you mean?” she stammered a bit. I can see some tears running down her cheeks.

“I’ll show you.”

I commanded my slave to restrain her. He heard my call and clenched his arms around her, keeping her tightly against him. His right arm, wrapped around her chest, restrained both of her arms, while his left hand kept her head still, and muffled her mouth. She squirmed around, and almost got herself free, but my slave dove flat on his back on the floor, rolled to the side, and restrained her legs with his. I got down, and laid sideways beside her.

“I would apologize for breaking my promise. But now that I think about it, I don’t have to. I made that promise when I was a boy. To you, I was just a boy pretending to be a girl. But I’m not pretending now. I’m showing my sexy self because I AM a girl. I may look the same on the outside, but believe me, I am all woman now. And from now on, I’m the mother of this household.”

I scooted closer and licked the drying tears from her right cheek. Fuck, she tasted so delicious. Once I prompted him to move his hand up to her forehead, I lunged my mouth onto hers, and in no time, another servant came up and made it’s way inside her. As soon as I saw her eyes roll up, I scooted back, and watch her struggles for freedom turn into seizures. Aware of her imminent conversion, he loosened his grip a little, only to prevent her from hurting herself. Within a minute, she went limp. He left her lying on the floor, and stood back upright.

This was it! Pretty soon my thirty-five year old mother will become my “child.” No, I don’t want to address her as servant. She may have been cruel, but she was never like what my slave used to been. She has a special place in my heart, and I will cherish her. I let out an excited gasp. She was convulsing again! I’m so elated right now that my clit was stiffening up. I couldn’t take it anymore! I squatted a little and began to stroke it furiously. When I finished ejaculating on her grey jacket, and white vest, she opened her eyes.

As she sat herself up, I sat on her lap. I got up close to her, and removed her hair ties. Her silky brown hair flowed down past her neck. I ordered her to look into my eyes, while I caressed the scalp. Her glassy, blank pupils shifted towards me. I held her chin, and turned her emotionless face.

“Can you hear me, servant?” I asked reluctantly.

“Yes, mother,” she replied calmly.

“That’s right. I am. And you’re my daughter,” I said, then remained silent, trying to give her a name. I got it! Her name used to been Barbara when she was my mother, but all of her friends called her Babs. That’s it! I pressed my forehead against hers. “From now on, your name will be Babs.”

“Yes, mother. My name is Babs.”

“Do you know your purpose, Babs?”

“Yes, mother.”

I kissed sweetly on her plump red lips, and smiled. “Good girl. Now stand up, and take your clothes.”

We both stood up. As she towered over me, I watched her remove her stained upper garments. My hands cupped gently on her firm, medium sized breasts. As she unsnapped her bra, I chipped in to pull it off. I lifted them up, just to watch them bounce back down. I grabbed her hands. “You know what? Let me do it for you,” I said. She complied, and straightened her arms to the side. I dug my fingers onto the waistband of her miniskirt, stretched them, and slowly pulled them down, keeping her pantyhose intact. I see she’s wearing her tanga cotton panties again. I rip a hole in her hosiery to get a better look. They were riding so deep into her crotch, that I got a little peek of her pussy. I tugged the front up to give her some relief, and pulled them to the side to expose her hairy slit. Oh dear. It looks like she soiled herself a little. So I opened her just a little, and licked the piss off. Babs’ legs were trembling, but I didn’t hear her moan. When I was finished, I looked up and saw her breathing heavily, like she was trying to hold it all in. How cute!

Now it was time. I ordered my slave and Babs to pleasure me in anyway they can. I still needed to give them a little direction, such as telling my slave to sit back down. When he did, I crawled to him on my hands and knees and resumed my little hand job from earlier. His cock was inflating again, and midway through his erection, I brought his half flaccid member into my open lips, and shoved my head right into his crotch, letting it all inside in one motion. I bobbed myself on him with at a rapid pace once it expanded enough to stretch my throat muscles. I suckled hard, every time I pulled back, pressing my tongue hard against the bottom of his shaft. I looked up at him.

He was breathing much heavier than Babs was. Of course he was. I am a hungry girl after all. He clenched his hands onto my head to stop me, and motioned his hips. I felt the head of his cock go deeper than all of my effort. While he had his way with me, I grabbed my ass cheeks, parted the thong strip to the side, and spread my pussy open. Babs caught on to my gesture right away, and crawled to me. I can feel the bottom of her face buried in between my crack, and her tongue sliding inside my pussy.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmyes!

That’s it, sweetheart! Make me wet for my baby’s feeding time! And she was doing just that. She grabbed my thighs, and pushed herself further on my crack, sliding her entire tongue much deeper. Lashing around in a slow circle, pressing down on every sensitive muscle. My muffled moaned were the loudest when she passed my most sensitive spot. Figuring it out, she focused her assault on it. At this point, I was cumming like a leaky faucet. My slave pushed me hard enough that all of his eight inch goodness was completely inside. He finally moaned when he blew his load. His hot semen flowed down my gullet. I got to swallow some more myself, when he pulled out enough that it filled my mouth. savoring every ounce of it before gulping it down. I stroked the lower part of his lipstick smeared shaft, and with my lips pressed at the tip of the head, drinking up whatever squirted out.

Babs came up from behind and pulled me away, while I was licking my lips, and showed me her hand. It was coated with a mixture of her fluids from when she was masturbating, and mine from when I climaxed. Like a hungry kitten, I lapped it up.

“Thank you, my child. You taste as good as my servant. Maybe even a bit better. I must have more,” I said, with an eager grin.

“Yes, mother,” she replied, and without any orders, she willingly laid flat on the floor, on her back, put her legs together, and pulled them far back that her knees were inches from her nipples. I leaned in, and engorged myself onto her messy wet cunt. I exposed her pink flesh lips open, and penetrated my little tongue inside her, using the same swirling tactics that she used on me. Her heavy breathes turned into desperate moans when I pinched her clit, and nibbled gently on the tip. I lost count on how many times she climaxed on my face. All I was determined to do was eat up as much as my daughter can give me.

Suddenly, I felt a tremendous amount of pressure inside my pussy. It wasn’t as big as the tentacle, but it still stretched my insides just right. So hot…so slippery….so long. I turned my head to the right, and I see my slave looming from behind me, with his cock all the way inside me. He squatted a little, pushed my head down on Babs’ crotch, and grabbed both of my wrists. Like a dog in heat, he pounded my hole ferociously right off the bat, pulling hard on my arms to penetrate me further. I knew that it was going to be expected. I needed to feed my babies after all, but I didn’t expect my first time to be like this.

My body remained locked to his whim, moaning to every fourth of fifth thrust. My mind was so full of pure ecstasy, that I lost my focus on Babs. My drooped out tongue licked her clit involuntarily as my body rocked violently. After I came again, he stopped while still inside me, and dropped my arms. Why did he stop?! He hasn’t even cum inside me! That’s when he scooped me from the back of my legs, and lifted me up. My left shoe slipped off in the process, letting my stocking toes wiggling. He carried me like this into the master bedroom, moaning to every little penetrating motion his penis gave me with every step he took. Babs stood up, and followed him.

He picked up where he left off, once he sat down along the side of the king size bed, but this time he used my legs as leverage. He pulled me up and dropped me down, while moving his hips up at the same pace. I moaned much louder than before, looking down at Babs grabbing my flailing clit, and placed it in her mouth. She didn’t make eye contact with me while she suckled it. Even when I climaxed again, her lips didn’t break away.

Even muscle inside my pussy felt like it was fire at this point, but then suddenly he stopped yet again, but this time, I felt something else tunnel itself from my womb, and collided with his cock. Can it actually be? Yes! It’s my cervix! He’s connected to my cervix! He holds me tight while he pumps his semen out for half a minute. Babs got up, and kissed me deeply, depositing all of the semen that she accumulated along with her saliva. Now that it sucked my slave dry, my cervix retreated back to the womb. Nothing leaked out after he pulled me off. I slipped my fingers in to double check, and pulled out only my pussy juices. “You both did well,” I panted out. “You both did….”

I guess I drifted off. I woke up with my head resting on a comfy pillow. I don’t remember drifting off from this side of the bed. Maybe one of my children laid me here. I yawned and stretched my jet black legs, taking off my other shoe to give my toes a little wiggle space. The digital alarm clock next to me showed that it was nine in the morning. Come noon, I will begin my first day as a woman, and a mother. I rub my sticky belly. It was suddenly rumbling violently. Are you hungry again? I’m feeling a little famished myself. My children were still resting, keeping their postures straight, with arms resting to their sides. My slave laid next to me, while Babs was a few inches from my feet, with my slaves stiff legs propped over her thighs. I told them to “wake up,” and they sat up in perfect sync.

“Babs, sweetie. Make me some breakfast. You know how to make breakfast, right?”

“Yes, mother,” she replied, and then rose out of bed, pushing his legs to the side in the process. “Must make breakfast for mother,” she said, while walking out of the room.

“You, on the other hand, will be giving my babies their breakfast first,” I laid his legs back on the mattress, and push him back on the pillow. “But this time, let mommy do all the work.”

He didn’t respond, but I knew he needed to serve his purpose. I took off my see-thru, and seductively removed my panties in front of him, leaving only my gloves and stocking on. I planted my cute little tush on top of his crotch. I rubbed my silky feet along his chest, keeping my thighs tightly conjoined to his stinking, yet still alluring, cock. The heat it gave off on my crotch was riling me up so much, that I docked it with my clit, and motioned my hips slowly. I eventually orgasmed on it. I stood up on the bed, half squatting, smearing my cum all over his hard-on with my silky smooth hands. Long trails of spit escape my lips as I give it extra lubrication. I rest my knees down to his sides, and hotdogged it in the crack of my ass. My chest pressed onto his, and nibble kissed along his neck. His blank stare remained fixated towards the ceiling, but I didn’t mind.

I rose my hips up, grabbed his lower shaft, and guided the head to my pussy hole. With one quick thrust, I take in the whole thing. It was such a rush when he did it, that I wanted to experience again. After calming down from my second orgasm, I began to grind my hips. I took it slow, but gradually motion myself at a good pace. I eventually switched to a different position. I arched myself back and used my feet to thrust myself up. Oh fuck!! It’s hitting my sweet spot!! Soooo gooooood! Soooooo fucking goooooooood! I didn’t want this to end, but my cervix intervened and connected itself to feed. I remained still in a backwards crab position while my slave emptied his morning load inside my womb. It coursed up the living tube, making it intensely warm on my contracting muscles, that I climaxed continuously until he was finished. I rolled back to my side of the bed to catch my breath. I also caught the sweet smell of bacon as well.

I finished taking my shower, and told my slave to take one himself, and get dressed. I grabbed my wig before sitting down at the kitchen table. It felt so much better to cover up my ugly hair again. Though it won’t be once it grows out. Poor Babs. I should’ve told her to take her shower first. She spent all that time cooking these bacon and eggs in her high heels and torn out hosiery. After she served out the last two plates of food, I told her to get herself cleaned up when my servant is done. She gave me the usual reply and left the kitchen.

This bacon is so delicious! It was a kind of taste that’s completely new to me, but at the same time, remembered eating it so many times in the past. I piled it on a slice of buttered toast along with the scrambled eggs, and scarfed it down. Mmmm, that hit the spot. Not as filling as semen, but I have to feed my brood as much as I can.

Later that day, I instructed my loyal Babs to go buy me some new clothes. I wanted to go with her, but I wouldn’t want to be caught dead wearing anything from my room, and the only unsoiled thing I’m comfortable with is this shower robe that I had since I was eleven. Me and my worms have a special link, so she’ll know what I would like. I watched her enter her car, wearing the tight jeans and tank top that I like, and drove away. Oh goodie! My tummy’s rumbling again. Time for another feeding.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching boring court and talk shows. I didn’t pay much attention to them anyway because I spent most of that time getting fucked doggy-style, on the couch. I kept my clit inside an empty Gatorade bottle to make sure I don’t get my robe sticky. “Deeper!” I panted out, “fuck me deeper, you bastard!” The more insults I blasted him with, the more enthusiastic he was with his thrusts. “That’s it! More! More! MORE!!! AAAAH!!” I moaned out fiercely, as we connected for the third time since Babs went out shopping. After we were finished, he sat back down on his chair, while relaxed on the couch, and drank my liquids from the bottle. Aw shit! Judge Judy’s on! I hate that bitch! “Change the channel, servant.”

By evening she finally returned home. When I saw her walking in, carrying three big bags in each hand, I jumped for joy. “Thank you, sweetie-kins. Come here and let me give you a kiss.” She knelt down, and received my wet passionate gift. “Thank you, mother,” she said in her cute little monotone voice.

I spent almost fifteen minutes rummaging through each bag. She bought me twelve pairs of panties, ranging in different colors, and styles. My favorite of all of them were the pink and white stripped cotton ones, with the little bow on the front. I pulled out seven pairs of socks. A couple of them had the cute frills around the ankles. One bag was full of cheap but adorable jewelry, and other accessories.

Aside from the cute dresses, including a beautiful single piece sundress, I also found some kinky outfits. A black miniskirt, black pantyhose, and a pair of black toeless high heels. Where the hell did she get these?! I stuff every back in their bags, and took them into my room. I opened my dresser, and replaced all of the ugly garments that were in it with my pretty proper ones. The stuff I didn’t want went in the bags that I later threw in the outside garbage cans.

There was still the task of throwing out what I had in my closet, but I saved that for another time. Right now, I wanted to try something on. After an hour of painting my face up, and getting dressed, I opened my door, and stepped out in my kinky outfit. I decided not to wear any panties at all because I didn’t want something extra in my way while it’s time for my expected feeding. The tight silk of these pantyhose were pressing my stiffening clit back. I also had on the leather jacket that clashed with the skirt, and a white t-shirt with a picture of twilight sparkle underneath it. The rumbling in my gut returned once again. Perfect timing. My bastard slave carried me up in his arms as commanded, and escorted me to the master bedroom. Babs followed us, while taking off her tank top,

As couple of days passed by, my tummy got plumper. As it did, my babies’ hunger turned voracious. Just last night, they would wake me up every two hours for another feeding session. They have been good to me today as I only fed them twice. This could only mean one thing, and I couldn’t wait. Tonight marks my one week anniversary of becoming a mother, and it’s been a humid one since all afternoon. I was relaxing on the couch, in my sundress, with two fans keeping me cool.

My slave was sitting down, in the nude, just in case he was needed. He stared aimlessly at the blank screen of the TV I didn’t want it on. Not when I have a glorious view of my precious Babs kneeling in front of me, in her see through nightie. She was applying a shiny coat of black nail polish on my toes. My feet were resting on her lap, but my basketball sized belly blocked my view. She lifted my left foot to dry my polish with her hot breath. I wiggled my toes in marvel of her beautiful handy work. She was just finishing up with the other foot when my cervix tube became active again. I moaned nonstop when it slid by my sweet spot. Once it stopped moving, the intense pleasure instantly turned into bursts of excruciating pain. Oh fuck! It’s time!! They’re coming!!

My children knew right away, and quickly reacted to my situation. Babs carried me slowly, and laid me in the middle of the bed. My slave rushed to the front of me, and pushed my legs back. The pain got worse as egg number one slowly made it’s way through my narrow canal. Sweat poured out of my body while I strained to make push it out. Babs did her part, and spread my pussy open. I can feel it crowning. A wave of relief coursed throughout my body after she pulled it out. I ordered her to give me my egg, and she placed it in my cradled arms. I praised it’s shimmering beauty, and caressed my face against it’s bumpy shell.

It looks so similar to the one that I was in, even down when it beamed out its multicolored lights. You must be the one that will impregnate me with new eggs. So that means the second one will-OW!! FUCK! It’s coming! My pussy walls were all stretched out, so it wasn’t as painful, and it came out much faster on it’s own. I got a glimpse of it when Babs picked it up. This one had black and grey spots all over it. I gave her the same order to give it to me. She just stood there, gazing at it’s dark strobing lights. It didn’t take that long for my babies to hatch open, and invade her face with their cute little purple appendages. They must have taken a liking to her. I wonder what she’ll become!? I guess I’ll have to find out later, because right now, the other one was opening.

My slave placed the hatching egg in front the spot where it came out of. It did its usual face assault at first, but the thin tendrils retreated back into its shell when it recognized me as its mother. A different tentacle emerged, and from way it was prodding around my ass crack, I could tell that this one wanted to refill my womb with eggs. It was desperately trying to find my hole, but I was too exhausted to move any of my limbs, so my slave instinctively assisted. He got on top of me, with his cock dangling near my face, grabbed my feet by the ankles, and pulled them up, which gave my thick life giver easy access. It went in my pussy rather smoothly, and with hardly any pain. I suckled his cock head to further ease my stress, while my cervix and the tentacle made their way to latch on to each other. They must’ve by not since I can feel my new eggs re-stretching my insides. It was pulling itself out of me, when I looked to the side to see Babs convulsing against the wall.

“Must love mother … Must serve mother … Must feed mother,” she repeated a few times. The egg she’s holding contains a worker drone. It’s becoming one with her, altering her dull brain into the perfect servant. I had my slave sit me up against the headrest, after my egg giver came out, so I can get a better view. Her head drooped forward after her face tentacles freed her from their mental grip, but she remained standing still, with her egg at hand. She eventually rose back up. Her aimless stare was the same, but this time she was blissfully smiling. She has now accepted her new life as a drone. Now comes the last phase in her conversion.

She placed her egg on the rug, and still squatting, she slipped her panties off from her crotch, and glided them by her legs as she sat herself against the wall. She then flung them away with her raised feet, and widens them open in full spread eagle. She widened her cunt a little more as an open invitation. Her egg instantly accepted her offer, and engulfed it with over a dozen of its tentacles. Her body wiggled. She ripped open her top, and massaged her beautiful breasts. Three more tentacles came out. Their tips peeled open, just like the one that enhanced my clit. Two of them swiftly latched themselves to her nipples, while the third took her exposed clit. Another one later came out, and occupied itself inside her moaning mouth.

With nothing else to hold on to, she slapped her hands to the wall. She arched her back and wiggled her hips. What’s this? The tails of her pussy tentacles were leaving the egg. They must be really deep inside her. They’re knotting together. I had to giggle a little because they look like two balls of yarn. The other tentacles pulled out, making her erect nipples plumper. The one withdrawing from below made her clit longer, almost the same length as mine. Her head and arms slumped down soon after. She remained motionless. Now I know what it’s doing to her!! The bundled up tentacles fused together to smooth out her new testicles, and they inflated up to the size of baseballs. At the same time, her clit also inflated to the same thickness as my slave’s. But it was getting longer. So much longer. A full ten inches! By now her labia has turned purple, and permanently fused to her balls. It didn’t effect her new penis, but purple veins were present on it’s shaft. A few minutes later, she slowly stood back up on her feet, and adjusted her head straight.

Her hair whipped back to reveal a drastic change in her personality. She strutted slowly towards me, dressing my vulnerable self with her lustful eyes. They were just like mine. She further displayed her little climb to superiority with a loud hiss towards my slave. He scurried off the bed, and stood back up to the side of it. Focused back to me, she plopped her ass down in a sitting position. “Feed mother. Must feed mother!” she said, in a strong tone of voice. With no objection, I went spread eagle, but only strained halfway. “Then feed me, my child,” I replied. “Feed me, and your siblings! Feed me to your heart’s content.”

She lifted me up by the shoulders, and rested me down on her lap. My gaping cunt went down on her slippery hot cock. The short time it took to take it all in felt like an eternity. I was so far inside, that the head was poking my cervix. If only I could move just a little, it could go in. I embraced myself, with my chest pressed against her breasts, and wrapped my legs around her, in an effort to pull up, but I couldn’t move a muscle. Suddenly, she pulled my stained sundress off, cupped her hands on my ass cheeks, and lifted me off the bed. I clung onto her, then suddenly she runs up to the same wall where she was converted, and pinned me to it. She then grabbed my legs by the calves, and spread them against the wall as well.

Now that I was mounted up to her satisfaction, she began to slam my aching pussy with slow thrusts. Each one rocked me up and down. My jaw drooped down, and my tongue hung out. I moaned so much that my throat dried out. She opened her mouth to stick out her tongue, and rubbed her rough taste buds against mine. It got wet enough for me to lick back in a seductive game of tongue wrestling. We eventually locked lips. As our spitballing got wetter, her hips moved faster. The long hairs of my wig were snagged in between the sweaty, burning skin of my back, and the bumpy wall. I didn’t even realize it was coming off until it fell on the floor. She broke away from our tongue twisting, and suckle kissed along the left side of my neck. Then our eyes met once again. Her expression completely changed from the grinning, sex hungry worker that she has become. She looked more compassionate. I think she’s accepted her new role as my daughter.

“I’m going to…..I’m going to cum, mother!” she heavily panted out. By now her cock has already entered deep enough for my cervix to squeeze it firmly.

“Yes, Babs!! Give it to me! Give it all to mommy!!” I replied, and kept begging until I felt a sudden burst of warm goodness filled my womb. Her hips pushed up against mine in rhythm to each load she pumped out. As I nodded my head forward, to see my clit orgasming streams of its fluids on her chest, I noticed streams of purple liquid running down her slightly exposed shaft. Oh fuck! She came so much that it overflowed. Even though I could hardly feel it because I’m so numb, I was still happy to know that she gave me so much. “Good girl,” I panted. “You’re such a good girl.”

“I love you, mother.”

“I love you too, sweetie,” I replied lovingly. I rest my head on her shoulder, while she carries me back to bed. She laid me down, and slowly pulled herself out of me. She was ready to get up, but I grabbed her by the wrist, and stopped her. “No,” I begged, and with the strength I regained, rolled myself belly down, pushed myself up, and crawled to the side of the bed, where I turned left to look at my precious Babs, while keeping my right cheek pressed up against my slave’s meaty feeding tube. “More!” I gasped out, while presenting my spread, leaking pussy to her. “Fuck me more!” I commanded her again as loud as I can. My belly was still full, so my children were still eating. This was for me, and me alone. I needed her inside me once more. Without even objecting, like the loyal daughter she is, she scooted back to me on her knees, grabbed my waist. I turn back to my slave’s crotch, and bob my mouth halfway on his inferior, but tasty cock. I close my eyes, and suckle it, waiting for my Babs to mount me! Yes!! It’s inside me again! Oh fuck, it feels so good!!

Oh dear! I don’t know what came over me. I knew what came inside me for the entire night, but I forgot exactly when I fell asleep. The alarm clock showed that it was noon, but what woke me up was the unmistakable smell of bacon, and something else. Ahh, pancakes! My sweet Babsie wabsie made my favorites. She’s such a good girl. I was also alone in the bedroom. When I went to take my shower, I saw my slave leave the bathroom, still wet from his shower. “If I find out you’ve taken all the hot water, then you’re going to get a huge spanking! Do you hear me?!” I scolded. He only nodded. After I yelled at him to get dressed, I showered myself clean, with plenty of hot water to spare, and robed myself up. I walked in the kitchen to see breakfast on the table.

“Good morning, mother!” my Babs greeted me, while standing in front of my serving. She was only wearing her white apron, in which she shifted the skirt to the side to expose her erection. “It’s still hot, mother. I just need to…..add the….syrup for the pancakes,” she moaned and grunted in between sentences, while she masturbated over my food.

“Silly, girl. It’s already past noon,” I giggled.

“Oh really? I didn’t even….bother to….look at the….time. I should’ve made……lunch instead.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll always love your pancakes at any time of the day.”

“Thank you, mother! I’m so happy to hearrrrrrrrrrAAAAH!!” she groaned out, splatting her warm gooey purple nectar on top of the pancakes.

“Ooooh. That looks so yummy, Babs! I can’t wait to dig in!” I said ecstatically. She pulled my chair out, and was about to pull hers. “No,” I stopped her. “Take my seat instead.”

“But where are you going to sit?”

“Hmhmhmhmhmhmhm. Do you have to ask?” I replied smugly. Her face looked so cute when she’s confused. “I don’t want that erection of yours to go to waste.”

“Of course, mother,” she replied, with a seductive grin on her face. “How foolish of me to be so rude.”

She sat down, and I gave her a quick blowjob to lube her up. “Your syrup is so delicious!” I complimented, after slurping up the remaining goodness trapped in her pee-hole. With that out of the way, I sat myself on her lap, and with a little added help, she picked me up, and slowly sat back down on her raging hard on. “Aaaaaaaahn! So much better. Now feed me,” I commanded her.

“Of course, mother,” she complied, and scooted the chair a little closer to grab the knife and fork.

It was only a half a week later when I once again gave birth to two beautiful children. My ordeal wasn’t as painful as my first, so I had a lot more stamina. This time, both my eggs were spotted with rainbows. After one of them refilled my womb, I laid on top of Babs, with the second egg on my lap. What am I going to do with you? Obviously my dear Babs is out of the question, and there’s no way my idiotic slave of a son is getting a motherly upgrade. It looks like it’s time to repopulate my kind from outside this house. Suddenly, I heard some beeping noises coming from outside the master bedroom. It was my smart phone. I guess I forgot to turn it off, and it’s battery was going to die soon. I bet Alexis sent me over a thou … oh shit! Alexis! I spent all this time basking in motherhood, that I completely forgotten about her. I hurried my slave to retrieve it, along with the charger, and shamefully covered my face. Please don’t be mad at me, Alexis.

Now plugged in, and charging up, I checked the Skeep app to find that she sent me over a hundred messages throughout the week and a half since we last met. Her last message was an hour ago, and her status said “Online,” so I texted a reply.

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Alexis are you there?

SexyAlexy4life: OMG MICHELLLE!! I was worried sick!! What happened to you?! ;_;

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Well I was sick myself. Had a cold for the entire week or so.

SexyAlexy4life: You could’ve at least told me, you meanie! 🙁

TheRealMichelleRobinson: I’m sorry, sweetie. I was so bed ridden that I lost track of time.

SexyAlexy4life: Are you feeling okay now?

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Yes. In fact, I’m feeling better than ever.

SexyAlexy4life: Oh? And why is that?

TheRealMichelleRobinson: My parents have finally accepted me for who I really am!

SexyAlexy4life: OMG! Really?!

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Yes, really! We truly are one happy family again.

SexyAlexy4life: Wow. You’ve really cheered me up with that incredible news! We really need to celebrate this Saturday. Are you going to come over? Our outfits I ordered arrived a few days ago. I have them hanging in my closet, and they’re ADORABLLLLLLLLLLE!!! <3

TheRealMichelleRobinson: You bet I will. Too bad I can’t come over now. I really feel guilty for worrying you.

SexyAlexy4life: I would love you over now, but you know we can’t do our mouth things when my folks are around.

TheRealMichelleRobinson: I know. It’s still a shame, because I wanted to give you a present as well.

SexyAlexy4life: REALLY?! WHAT IS IT?!

TheRealMichelleRobinson: It’s…..a…..se….cret.

SexyAlexy4life: TELL ME!! TELL ME!! PLEAAAAAAAAAASE?!

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Let’s just say that it will change your life forever.

SexyAlexy4life: Oh, Now I REALLY want to know! Stop teasing me! :=P

TheRealMichelleRobinson: You’ll just have to find out on Saturday. Trust me, you’ll love it.

SexyAlexy4life: Okay. I’ll try to contain myself until then. But it’s a really big try!

TheRealMichelleRobinson: I have to go now, sweetie. I’m getting kinda tired now. I’ll text you again sometime tomorrow afternoon.

SexyAlexy4life: Alrighty then, cutie cakes. Sweet dreams……of me. 😉

TheRealMichelleRobinson: Good night.

I turned off my phone, and held my egg close to my bosom. Don’t worry, my child. You’ll only have to wait for a few more days.

THE END