The Vespidian

Arc 10 Brooding

Chapter 3

My thoughts lingered. Drifting over various things. Sunshine flickered brightly and I felt my eyes flowing with tears. Sub hugged me, helping me to suppress the sorrow that was oozing out. Then I saw Nightmare’s smug face and a seething rage burst out I reached for it, clawing and racking swiping desperately to get a finger on her, to kill that evil bitch. I will kill her, I will rip her to shreds! Sub held me tighter, restraining me and holding me back. Slowly the surroundings melted into a black abyss. Everything vanished except Sub and I. It was cold and silent until a familiar thing came.

Pain, a blackness of agony ebbed and flowed. Pulsing, I knew this pain, this sea of suffering. My very existence being changed, warped, morphed. Ripping, tearing apart at the seams. I coiled harder, tighter around Sub squeezing her to myself. Her arms wrapped around me as my face rest against her chest. Her calming heartbeat thumping steadily to keep the terrors my mind might try to conjure up away. This time I was not alone, not scared, not going mad. I knew what was happening, I had Sub this time and I knew that this would pass. As it went, we got closer and closer, until we might as well have been the same being, I could hear her thoughts. Tranquil and soothing, dulling the surging pain of muscles sprouting, carapace forming and our body becoming whole once more. Other things were torn from us, memories fading into oblivion, but we clung to everything that we could.

Through all the blinding, searing nerves there was a warmth, an ecstasy, a bliss that I had never known. It was strange this feeling. In the wake of the fire spreading a bubbling sensation, cleansing and making the pain a distant memory. It crested like a wave of pleasure flowed through every synapse of our brain. It washed away all of my troubles and left us floating in the black void. We were the only thing that existed, Sub and I clinging together. Our hearts beating as one and our thoughts in sync. Time held no meaning here, hours, days, perhaps months drifted by in perpetual solitude. It was enjoyable, just Sub and I, relaxing, basking in the glow of one another. Until finally our time was over and the real world came rushing back.

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Light glistened as my eyes shifted, moving about. My carapace was white as I reached out, blocking out the bright light. Strange, nothing hurt. My flesh was bulging, cracking, bloated and on the verge of bursting. The pressure, swelling with every heartbeat. It felt like my clothes were too tight. I pulled and tugged, until it tore, flesh spilling out like raw dough from a tube. Wait… I don’t wear clothes. I blinked a few times realizing that my body was more of a pale membrane than an exoskeleton. I was soft and squishy, my limbs flailed pathetically trying to scrape the ground, but I was so fat, so blob like that I couldn’t reach. I was immobile, too heavy to move. My mind began to race, what, am I? I was certainly not human anymore. I had become a giant gurgling sack of flesh. This was worse than being crippled, I could at least drag myself around. Now I was a massive grub. I shuddered, squirming as something touched me. Scared. I reeled away, flopping over myself in an attempt to escape. This body was sluggish, this body was vulnerable, like this I was prey.

“Vesper are you ok?” asked a familiar voice.

My antennae wiggled about as I wormed to see my assailant. There was a long moment that I did not recognize the person. My mind reeling over itself trying desperately to piece together things into a cohesive thought pattern. It wasn’t her face I remembered, it was her smell. This was my, my mate, I purred, chirping happily as I realized that I was safe. My antennae flicked rubbing all over her, touching, feeling, smelling her, “Xava.”

She smiled, looking up at me, her gentle hands cradling my head. My initial unease faded as I rest against her. My body was strange, pale, fleshy, soft. I didn’t feel right like this. Even with her here my instincts were screaming that I was not safe. She pet me reassuringly, offing food unto me like some sort of snackrifice. My mandibles quickly devoured, snapping veraciously, accidentally taking off one of her hands. Sparks sprayed from her stump as she looked at it in more surprise than pain. What remained of her metal hand dropped to the floor as I distastefully spat it out. It was hard and not tasty at all.

“You certainly were hungry huh Vesper,” She smiled pressing against my squishy flesh.

Oooh, that felt good. Hands began kneading my rolls of soft flesh. I squeaked happily, purring so loudly that it rumbled and vibrated the room. I could smell more Xavas about and from the number of hands worshiping my grubby body there must be ten or so of her here with me. Though I craned my head, I couldn’t see much over my jiggly rolls. My stubby little arms wiggling about, “I am fat! I am a slug!”

“There, there Vesper, this is only temporary. Dr. Arbor had to revert your growth pattern to your larval stage since you had taken so much damage it would have impeded your growth. It was easier to break down your body and have it regrow with an added surpluses of protein.”

I drooped a little, calming down, “How come I am so big though?”

“It was a lot of protein. You weigh over a ton right now. This is sort of a cocoon or chrysalis if you would. Soon enough, you will molt out of it.”

My antennae scratched at my face. Everything was putting itself back together, or rather starting to make sense, “How long has it been?”

Xava, tapped her sparking stump to her chin, tilting her head as she thought, “It has been almost two days since we started, Dr. Arbor thought that it would take a full week before you would be moving about. But it seems her estimates were off. Your regeneration must be getting stronger.”

Speaking of Dr. Arbor the doors behind Xava opened and in ran the green haired mad woman, unkempt as usual, wearing sweatpants and a lab coat. Her gas mask huffing as she doubled over catching her breath. This only slowed her down for ten or so seconds.

“My BABY!” She cried, running over and sinking into my soft side, giving me a hug or rather it felt like she was trying burrow into me.

I wiggled, trying to run away, but I wasn’t running anywhere with these stumpy claws. “You did this to me!”

She snuggled up, groping at my folds, “You are beautiful Vesper!”

“Don’t you lie to me. I am a defenseless ugly ass fucking grub! Fix me!” I screeched at her, my little stumps trying to claw at her.

“You are so adorable, so soft and squishy. You are my little baby again. Mama loves you!” She started kneading my flesh like a cat. OoOoh, she knows just the right places~ wait a minute.

“Stop touching me!” I shifted, but she was in there and was not going to let me escape… although I can’t really move.

Xava just smiled vaguely as she watched my pestered and tormented screeching devolve into a low squeaking and purring noise. I didn’t want to admit it, but it did feel good. I lay there at the mercy of the many hands stroking and massaging me… I could get used to this. Ahhhh, some kind of oil was being lathered onto my leathery membrane. Have I died and gone to heaven? It feels nice. All my stress fluttering away with the many fingers working my flesh. After a while, I just zoned out getting sleepy over using so much energy trying to flail around. I drooped getting lulled back to sleep.

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Intermittently I awoke. Squalling helplessly for food like a child as my tummy rumbled. I could feel my body trying to eat itself. After the second time, Xava hooked a hose up to my face. A tube extending into my mouth and throat. Protein paste flowed, pumping straight into my stomach. I grew accustomed to it very quickly as my hunger pains were culled at the expense of being able to properly communicate. I didn’t need to though. I had been reduced to sleeping and waking only to gorge until my sides felt as though they would split from my greed. My purpose was to feed, my existence was to grow and that, that I did. I could feel myself getting bigger, rounder, thicker by the day.

The days passed in a delirium of nearly mindless feasting. Until I felt something change. My soft skin hardened. It was time. My flanks cracked as I reared up shaking my mass. I struggled to free myself of the feeding tube. My mandibles crunched it and my tongue moved, pushing it out. Xava worriedly approached over my sudden outburst.

“What is wrong Vesper? Does your tummy hurt?” She asked.

“Tight. My skin feels too tight.” I groaned.

My back bulged shifting my mass as a rip in the hardened flesh appeared. Yellow gushed out streaming over the sides of my pallid body. I had already begun splitting open. It couldn’t be stopped now as a feeling of release oozed from the freed flesh. The air cold and crisp, tantalizing my newly formed body. More and more of me emerged pushing up out of the cocoon. She helped me peel away the dried husk. It snapped as more of my gooey, moist vulnerable self, emerged from my old shell. She began working diligently cracking open the carapace. Section by section she went relieving the pressure and freeing my fat, squishy body. I lay there, trembling like a newborn slowly, but surely she went until I had been completely freed. I huffed, taking in deep breaths. The air teasing my exposed body. Last my head split open. This was a strange sensation. I felt so vulnerable, I just started getting used to having a hard carapace again.

My head overflowed draping her lap as her other bodies picked through my soft folds, peeling off any remnant of the old grubby self. My new carapace began to grow, soft helpless. So this what it feels like to molt. I felt disoriented as the room came to a standstill. The discarded and torn open shell that was my former self, lay hollow on the floor like a corpse. My exoskeleton hardened from the pasty white color of my squishy flesh beneath, drying into the familiar black and radiant blue. My claws curled as I tightened and loosened all four fists. My eyes moved about as I searched for something to see what had changed from my molting. Xava tapped her head and her vision appeared on the large screen to our side. Sure enough, I had gotten bigger.

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I was rather large before, at the least by human standards I was 6 and a half feet tall… now, I was likely close to double that by my estimations. Handily, Xava’s overlay displayed the exact measurements as her eyes scanned over me. 13 feet, 3.9 meters, or 396.24 centimeters tall from the crest of my head to the bottom of my talons. Everywhere she looked things got measured. My head had grown a bit, it was now 36 inches long.

The face was familiar, bone white and mask-like as ever. A line traced the top left eye, a faint scar that had been mostly shed. A reminder of Astrea and the mistakes I made that got her killed. Speaking of eyes, there was not just four anymore. At the top of my face, where the white of this facade gave way to the hardened exoskeleton, what appeared to be a line of black eyes forming a crown. Like a jewel in the center was a larger eye than the others.

There was no longer even a bump where the nose had once been, instead, it flattened out. The bony face creased where my mouth was, the lips seductive and red. I opened the maw fully, feeling it unhinge and my chin split open along with the lower half of my face. The opened halves revealed themselves to be the first set of mandibles and towards the back was the second, smaller set. Surprisingly, my tongue had only grown about a foot so it was about a meter long when fully unfurled. It was still a slimy and quite muscular appendage, though it does appear to have gotten thicker, roughly the size of a woman’s forearm.

My body structure had changed a little. The chest was reminiscent of a breastplate, the said breasts were definitely larger, but with my size now they were not overly big. I had some Ds now, maybe even double-Ds for my size. On a human or even my previous size, these things would be like Hs or something larger. Still, I am a bug… why do I even have boobs if they are covered in hard exoskeleton? I cupped them, scratching at the small lump near the center of each. Then it happened, the carapace opened. There was a muscle in there that worked the hinge, it was just like my abdomen plate vents. By all that was holy, nipples! I had nipples again! I would have to explore that a little later.

My stomach area was made of a thinner, more malleable plate of carapace that allowed far more movement and flexibility, much like the joint parts of my limbs. It was similar to cartilage. It was muscular and thick, however, unlike a human the muscles went down, allowing for me to stretch or to decrease the area. The section could be mostly tucked up under my hardened chest. It seemed rather useful, but I could tell it was still a weak point and one of the few soft spots on my body.

The pelvis had not changed much, it had gotten larger, but that was about it. The carapace still had the camel toe like crease dividing it into two halves. The thick cartilage of the joints was comprised of overlapping plated muscles. My booty was still somewhat hard and armored, though it was very nicely shaped. It was made of the same cartilage like chitin that the joints were. The abdomen had not changed where it connected to the rest of me where the tailbone should be, if I had one.

My arms and legs other than growing longer and thicker had not changed much at all. The legs were still more robust and more elongated than the arms. The tripod of 2 foot long talons clutched at the ground and my five 14 inch clawed fingers were still on each of the four hands. Granted, they had doubled in size to their current lengths. It was very handy having Xava’s measurement vision here.

I turned around for her and looked over at the screen to see my back. The strange thing was, I could still see her. It took a long moment to realize that I had a huge lensed eye on the back of my head. I had sort of been filtering it out, didn’t even realize it was there until now. It followed the crease on the back of the moon shape, measuring to be 16 inches across and 8 inches at the tallest point. I concentrated on it and the familiar red iris appeared from the murky depths as it focused in on Xava. It blinked, covering itself back into my carapace. I am not sure what this eye was for, but it seemed mostly attracted to movement. This was why I was feeling so unsteady, I was seeing almost every direction at once. It appeared that I had a small blind spot to my sides where the peripheral from all my eyes didn’t quite overlap.

She observed the tentacles, the little finger length tendrils had become 2 meter long tentacles draping behind my elongated skull, like hair. Even the structure of my head had changed. The tentacles grew from the crescent crest that the carapace fanned out into at the back. In total there were 12 of the prehensile limbs, 6 on each side. She reached out touching one, sensitive like a finger. I coiled it around her hand and lifted her up off of the ground. They were strong too. I set her back down and she moved on in silence, though I could tell she was having a hard time containing her excitement.

My wings were slightly longer than I was tall measuring out to 4 meters. The membrane was semi-clear orange mixed with red. It was solid and compact. I could tell just by flexing that they were absurdly powerful, which they needed to be, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to carry me. They draped my back like a regal cloak, resting on the back of the abdomen so that they did not drag on the floor.

Last on her observation was my impressive abdomen. Each of the interlocking plates were 16 inches long as they descended the sizable appendage. In total there were 5 plates measuring to a total of 80 inches, a little over 6 feet. My abdomen alone was almost bigger than my previous self. I, well, I am a thick girl now. I could tell by the joints and experience that it could get bigger, to the point that it bulged out and left soft vulnerable spots along the seams. Roughly estimating for comparison, I figured that if I tied three Xavas together they would be about the same size thickness-wise as my abdomen.

I flexed and the vents opened, flapping a little before they shut again, sealing off my soft and pale flesh. The decadent and rich stench of my pheromones filled the immediate area. It smelled of citrus fruit, maybe oranges were a close approximation. I curled it between my legs to get a better look at it. Xava followed with a perverse eagerness. We watched as the fifth protective plate opened to reveal my genitalia. The stinger stabbed out as I tightened muscles, it measured a meter long and at the base had a thickness of 4 inches that tapered out as it went to the end. This was a deadly weapon. Might as well be a damned spear. It was not barbed or hooked, it was very smooth. The carapace didn’t even need to be open to deploy it either, it just slid on out.

As for the naughty bits, there were four bluish purple holes. The one above the stinger was my anus. The smaller hole just above my vagina was, of course, the urethra. There were two nub like things on either side of my breeding hole. Xava poked them tentatively, these were different than before and I quickly learned that they might be the Vespidian equivalent of clitorises. She spent all of a moment, trying to coax out my ovipositor. She stuck a finger in and observed as she opened up the quivering hole.

The inside was ribbed and there appeared to be tendrils or at least strange muscular appendages lining the walls. They were a bit bigger than the normal bumps inside of a vagina, about an inch each. It took a moment of thought to figure out what they were, they were likely used to help push eggs out. Her probing was getting me in the mood and I felt things shifting in there. The abdomen gurgled as my flesh warmed up. It took a moment before the feelings resonated with my sight and my mating appendage started to emerge.

The ovipositor was lined with those flesh tendrils on the outside as well as the inside as it extended out from me. She kept reeling it out, until it couldn't get any longer. This thing was a monster. Nicknames such as The Bitch Breaker and the Pussinator came to mind. If her robo eyes could be trusted then it was 6 feet long and 3 inches wide with shallower parts every four inches that dipped. The tip had a spear like bulbous part that extended out a little from the entrance, which was smaller or at least it appeared to be. Something tells me this is meant to gain entry and then widen my would be mate for breeding. I also have the nagging feeling that it will get even bigger once properly aroused and swollen with lust.

I wonder how big my eggs are going to be… It was about at this point that the throbbing of my need was beginning to pulsate and resonate with the rest of me. Just the mere thought of holding Xava down and filling her with my eggs had started a reaction within me. A more primal need had made itself known.

My eyes fell on Xava, roaming her hungrily. I stared longingly at her fertile hips and that booty that I could already imagine bouncing on my ovipositor, knowing that would be the perfect place to stuff my eggs. Unconsciously, I rolled my tongue, wetting my lips, salivating uncontrollably. I bent over, smelling her. The antennae curling and twisting around her, basking in my mate’s aroma. My abdomen trembled, like a furnace firing up for the first time. A factory coming to life. I wanted her… no, I needed her. My arms coiled around her in a hug. My body pulsating, blood pumping as the vents opened and my mating musk billowed out in a cloud of steam. Dear god did I want to fill that bitch with eggs.

“I need you,” I growled, kneading at her fake flesh.

She smiled, “I have been waiting for this day since I met you. Come, Vesper, I have a wonderful surprise and I know you are going to love it.”

Though my mind was quickly devolving into a simpler thought process of “Me fuck now.” I still managed to hold back. I wanted to see what this surprise was. We left the room that I had more or less called home since I had awoken. This was the first time I realized exactly how big I was. To fit I didn’t have to duck, I had to crawl. Being an extra thick girl had drawbacks. The hallway was tall, but it wasn’t tall enough for me to walk upright and so it was easier to crawl. My movements became natural, fluid, practiced after having been languishing away for so long.

We didn’t go very far, only a couple doors down. This room was larger than the last. I could stand fully without nearly scraping my head on the ceiling. The room was roughly half the size of a football field. I looked about unsure of what to think of the place. There was only one thing in this entire room a large upraised platform that was made of some sort of soft and yet firm material. I poked at it appraisingly.

“What is it?” I asked, looking over at Xava.

She spread out her hands, smiling, “This is your room Vesper. Now I know it is a little empty right now, but we can always add more.”

“My room?” I asked finding that I might start crying over how nice that was of her to make me a room. “Thank you Xava. It is a wonderful gift.”

I flopped onto the bed, dragging myself all over it, getting my scent ingrained. Yes, I was claiming my territory. This was mine, this was mine now. This was my… a word formed in my head nest.

She wagged her finger, “This isn’t your surprise.”

“It is not?” I looked up from where I was scratching at the bedding to get it just right.

The door opened again and in marched a veritable army of Xava, well ok, it was only twelve of them, but still, that is a lot of robo nurses. They wheeled over a large box with a bright red bow tied to it. I stared at it as they set it down at the foot of my bed. My antennae squirmed, smelling something… it was familiar, but I couldn’t put my claw on it.

Vaguely, I pointed at it, “What ehh… what is in the box?”

“Go on, open it and see.”

Oh boy! What is it my birthday? Somebody loves me! I eagerly pulled the bow off and when I went to open it, the whole box fell apart all the sides laying flat. My eyes gaped at what was in there. I had certainly not been expecting this. There a certain man lay seductively on his side. A red, white, and blue striped leotard contained the succulent man muscles and a mask hid his face. My memories quickly jigsawed together who this hunking slab of meat was. I needed only see that substantial package to know for sure. Bronson Man… and yet I know that I had seen that bulge elsewhere.

“Boris?!” I gasped. I had been bamboozled this whole fucking time?! How could I not have realized sooner?

The music was a dead give away too… Although, it had started the moment the box opened the funky music that was playing only now registered.

“Cause tonight for the first time,

Just about half-past ten,

For the first time,

In history,

It’s gonna start raining men!

It’s raining men!

Hallelujah!

I’m gonna go out, I’m gonna let myself get,

Absolutely soaking wet!”

“For me?! You shouldn’t have!” I had to wipe the slobber from my mouth and I looked at Xava, “Wait, is this ok? Is this cheating on you?”

She shook her head, “It is fine, we needed a surrogate anyway and he was more than willing. Shall we begin your… Insemination?”

A twitch of movement drew my eyes down and I noticed that she was popping a stiffy to the point it tented her black mini skirt. Oh, I turned and looked over the surrounding Xavas, realizing that every last one of them had a raging hard-on. My mouth got dry for a moment. It… it is a fucking dream come true. My vents burst open creating a near fog bank.

“Yesss…”

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