Hi, this is NOT my story, but I've been requested to post it.
AVP by PregKnightOne
Main characters
Morgan 21, 7 months w/ triplets
Brea 19, 7 months w/ twins
Venus 20, 9 months w/ quads
Laura 23, 7 months w/ twins
Becca 19, 8 months w/ quintuplets
Tabitha 21, 7 months w/ triplets
Rachelle 18, 8 ½ months w/ triplets
Sheila 21, 9 months w/ quintuplets
Amber 19, 9 months w/ quads
AVP
The New Hive
A horror story
Prologue
The ship easily passed through the defenses of the primitive race. They had breeched their militaries orbital sentries for years and this time was no different. The course was not predetermined but random; a unique search for a unique hunt. Yet they needed the proper catalyst for the hunt, the proper host for their frozen breeder; a creature that was a hybrid of their own and their prey; in truth it was the most dangerous creature they had ever faced; unique and rare as it was the hybrid provided them more prey than did the original queen of the species and in far faster time…once the right host was found.
A screen blinked to life and the hunter looked at the readings; green lit lettering of an alien nature scrolling down the mask of a creature far removed from this planet or galaxy; despite his race had been here before…many times through out this worlds history and; if the hunts continued to go well, they would return many times in its future.
His voice, a mix of strange clicks, chirps and growls signaled the pilot to alter their course and adjusting scanners they narrowed their hunt until they found a small body of land just off the coast of one of the many mainlands. It was isolated which meant that the hunt would not be interrupted and there was little chance for the prey to escape; a hazardous possibility but a risk worth taking for the hunt. The creature narrowed his probe and, if such were physically possible for his kind, he would have smiled. On his screen figures immerged; close to two dozen humans as it were; very few males, which were of little concern but many females, over half of which were properly seeded and by the looks of it nearing the end of their gestations…perfect for the hybrid.
He studied them for a moment; though in the infrared scope they looked like various configurations of reds, yellows, oranges, blues and greens but all of them; or close to it were ripe and swollen, their middles heavily distended and it almost seemed too easy for in such a state, the hybrid would have them all properly impregnated with the prey with no resistance at all. Good…this meant the hybrid could be used again…another hunt was already forming in his mind.
The pilot took the ship over the island once more and then upon the last pass they released the ejection pod; within it; the slowly awaking hybrid who’s first and only desire was to breed!
The Seeding
Bell-Reeve Island, Rehabilitation
Bell-Reeve Island was a self sustaining complex with a main hospital as its cent, a workout facility and pool located near the boating docks, two main dormitories where its residence lived and a smaller dorm for the staff. The whole place was then surrounded on three sides by a thick, well maintained forest and a fift33n foot tall stone wall.
In truth Bell-Reeve Island was nothing close to a rehabilitation center; it was a modern day resort and spa for the daughters of the rich, the wealthy and famous; or infamous as it were, who happened to find themselves in an unintentional but most understandable, motherly way…or knocked up, with *ch1ld*, preggers, preggo, whatever…that’s how Morgan Sinclaire, twenty-one year old daughter of billionaire industrialist Robert Sinclaire saw it. Though, only in the most extreme of cases…meaning that every female on the island was pregnant with at least twins…which was rare; most, Morgan included were expecting triplets, quads and at least four girls were waddling around with quints in their gravid bellies.
Seven months ago, Morgan, modelesque featured, with, full lips, green eyes, curly blonde hair, an extremely curvy figure and naturally busty; magazines had reported her bra size as FF, had celebrated her twenty-first birthday with three of her best friends, spending almost thirty-two thousand dollars of daddy’s money in Las Vegas; only to receive a few nasty print ups in more than a dozen tabloids, costing her father hours and millions trying to erase the event and three little bastard *ch1ld*ren swelling up in her once slender, hour-glass body. It took her three months before realizing that her increased appetite and morning hangovers that didn’t necessarily come as a result of drinking was due to the fact that one of four strippers she fucked that weekend had left her with more than a great night. Once daddy found out; for her own protection as he put it, she was shipped off to Bell-Reeve, a remote island just off the coast of Australia; the only ways onto the mainland were by helicopter or boat; huge fift33n-foot stone walls kept the paparazzi from getting any good looks at the big, ripe swollen bellied young women who populated the island and as such; most of the girls enjoyed a since of freedom; clothes were optional, weight was a carefree afterthought and sex…well, even the creators of this unique island understood the needs of the populous and found a way to hire mostly male nurses or massage therapists with the doctors making a reasonable mixed sex ensemble.
Morgan had come to enjoy Bell-Reeve, though not looking forward to giving birth she had opted to give her *ch1ld*ren up for adoption; most of the girls had since most of them had no idea who the fathers may be but some, like Amber; her roommate and best friend in the center, had decided to give motherhood a try.
Amber was ninet33n, petite and extremely cute; soft brown eyes and dark brown hair, soft lips and an angelic face though her body was…or had been meant for sin; the girl was a classic case for nymphomania. Her father was an Italian business man with dealings in oil, shipping and government military development; which meant that when his ninet33n-year-old daughter turned up pregnant with quadruplets, it caused some concerns with his partners and as such, she landed in Bell-Reeve.
Nearing the middle of her ninth month; nothing short of a miracle in the states but nothing out of the ordinary in the center, Amber was literally all belly and tits; at five-foot-one, the young female had literally added fifty to sixty pounds of belly to her frame plus forty pounds of fat; thus keeping her four babes; each a whopping seven ponds a piece in the tight, taunt confines of her enormous gravidity, and added to all that was twenty pounds of milk laden boob flesh to feed the little tikes. She had been on bed rest for the last three months; eating and fattening up; her swollen middle, which was covered in stretchmarks, just grew bigger and bigger and Amber loved it. She kept joking if she ate any more she pop and every morning, when Morgan woke up to see the feast the little Italian was stuffing into her belly; it was hard to disagree.
Morgan had made a few friends in her time here; though there were close to twenty girls on the island, all getting bigger and rounder by the day, Morgan only liked nine of them, nine of the ten girls that lived her dormitory; Amber her roommate, Brea and Becca, the ninet33n-year-old twins across the hall; daughters of a media tycoon, the blonde bombshells had the looks of Paris Hilton and the bodies of Jenna Jameson, though Brea was a plumper now, holding a fat set of twins in her burgeoning belly and Becca was one of the four girls on the island sporting quints; her belly was so massive and round that Morgan and Brea would watch her when she slept and see the babies move around. It was creepy and yet so cool. Becca was also in her eighth month…almost her ninth and still not close to her delivery date; which was scary because unlike Amber, Becca actually looked as if she was going to burst any day now.
Then there was Sheila and Rachelle; Sheila was twenty one, a fiery red head with the looks of Scarlet Johansson, but the attitude of Big Bad Mama and had once been one of the adult industries top models; it didn’t hurt that her father and mother owned two of the highest grossing pornography media industries, it did hurt when she got knocked up with quints by one of the producers. She was nearing the last leg of her ninth month and was due to be induced the first week of her tenth month and needless to say; she made both Amber and Becca look small. At five-foot-eight, Sheila had gained almost one hundred pounds of shear weight, forty pounds of tit meat and nearly eighty or more in belly; the shear size of her gravidity made Morgan feel good about how much fatter she had become in four months but Sheila hardly cared; it was her way of getting back in the biz; as she put it; some plumper mags and vids till she was just curvy and the once she was back to or near her original size…her new found bustline would make her a cash cow…pun intended.
Rachelle was the daughter of an African Prime Minister and a spoiled brat but Morgan and the others liked the mocha skinned beauty; she was only eight33n and currently eight and a half months pregnant with triplets. It was unfortunate for the father; her personal body guard but Rachelle was sent to Bell-Reeve and now waddled about, her belly a tight, heaving ball of stretchmark littered flesh, her twin D-cups bouncing and wobbling with every step. Of all the girls; Rachelle, Brea, Morgan and Laura were the most promiscuous in the center.
Laura, twenty-three year-old owner of her own clothing line and modeling agency had found herself pregnant with twins five months ago and was anxiously awaiting the next three months to pop out the little buggers and get back to work… and fucking models. Of all the girls she tried to keep her girlish figure but the round mound bulging forth from her thickening frame was becoming hard to ignore. She was the oldest of the girls and often acted like their big sister but that was only when she wasn’t sucking the fat cocks of Nick or Darien.
Her roommate Tabitha was a huge tittied twenty-one-year old heiress of a billionaire inventor who was killed in a plane crash. Not only did she get his inheritance but another hundred million from the airline. In celebration she fucked her lawyer and was now expecting his three illegitimate sons. Fat with triplets, Tabitha was very bubbly and like Amber planned to keep her babies; naively hoping the father would divorce his wife of fift33n years and marry her. The girls had no intention of ruining such a wonderful fantasy.
Venus was the last of Morgan’s friends. The half Puerto Rican, half Brazilian twenty-year-old beauty was currently nine months heavy with quadruplets and looked ready to pop; her bronze honey skin was thick and soft all over; especially her rather fat double E’s but her belly was a lot like Sheilas’; covered in stretchmarks, so tight and taunt it was shiny; little bumps of her eight pound foursome appearing here and there across the gravid expanse of her swollen dome; a picture of fertility. Venus was an enigma because no one knew who her father was except he worked an import/export business out of Cuba but of all the girls she was the most down to earth.
Her roommate was the newest addition to the island and a real bitch so none of the girls cared to meet her; her name was Brittany something; some pop-star wash out but no one Morgan thought mattered. Meaning the nine girls often spent their time in her room or Morgans’.
There were very no witnesses to the strange events above, for those few who were awake were preoccupied. Such as Morgan; who was happily visiting one of the local nurses; Nick, when the visitors passed over and delivered their deadly passenger. She was too busy to hear the soft roll of thunder in the relatively cloudless night or to feel the ground quiver and the secondary explosion which sounded like distant fireworks. However her lover, though distracted by Maggies’ lustful efforts, somehow noticed the sound beyond her lude slurps and swallows.
“Wha…what was…nnggghhh…what was that”, Nick managed to groan out as Morgan took his throbbing, cock further into the depths of her mouth. Her fingers were deftly working cum laden balls, gently milking them for their delicious contents as she eased the saliva coated organ from her lips, stroking it against the creamy, pillow soft flesh of her milk heavy tits, teasing between the vast gorge of cleavage.
“Why don’t I stop and you go check it out”, she purred cruelly and Nick shot the most incredulous look at her, then relaxed seeing the bitchy mischievous gleam in her green eyes, “thought so!”
He nearly came then and there as she swallowed him up and attacked his manhood with renewed vigor.
The pod landed on the south side of the island, furthest away from the main structures but close to the docks. A crater of nearly twenty feet in length and ten feet deep trailed behind it but other than that it drew little attention. The slender, blackish metal sat there quietly for a short time, motionless and still but peace was not to last. Along the length of the tube red lights in the text of a race far different than human began to blink to life and die out; in a repeating rhythm until one by one the lights faded and as the last went dim an untraceable door popped open, greenish steam pouring out as did the long clawed nails of the of hybrid.
The air was foreign, the weather warm but not to his liking. Still, it would do for the creation of a hive. Such needs were instinctual as was the seeking of proper host for his seed and as he silently made his way through the alien forest he heard and felt the first trimmers of life. As a hunter stalked his prey he watched the two humanoids; male from the scent and not for breeding but he could smell that there were many hosts nearby, the air was thick with their scent. First he would eliminate any dangers to his young and then he would begin.
Darian and Max had heard the explosion. It was close to eleven o’clock so no one would be out of their rooms, still with an island full of young girls ready-to-pop, they had to check it out. It took only a few minutes to get to the docks and even less time to see the trail of whatever had hit the island but neither of the young men was prepared for the sight before them when they got to the end of the trail.
“What the fuck is that!”
Darian, a slender black male stood silently, speechless as he looked at the alien pod, the hatch still open; indicating that something had recently come out of the object. Max, a heavy set, sandy blonde on the other hand couldn’t stop speaking…until the sword like end of the hybrids tail tore through his chest.
“What the fuck is thaghh…urk…!”
Darian turned and nearly fell over himself as he watched Max get lifted into the air by the shadowy appendage and then tossed lifelessly away. He turned and desperately tried to scramble to his feet but something heavy and powerful crashed into his back, blowing the air from his lungs as sharp, knifing pains erupted in his shoulder-blades and as he tried to cry out, though he was still gasping for breath, Darians’ head was twisted back around so the last thing he saw was nothing of this earth.
The hybrid dropped the lifeless body and began to follow the scent of his hosts…so many hosts; ripe and fertile; perfect for his seed.
Brittany knew the rules about curfew but didn’t care, she wanted to swim and so she was going to swim; besides, the strange explosion had woke her up but her roommate Venus, looking as if she explode if her babies weren’t born soon had slept right through it. The pool was an indoor-outdoor pool; the main part of the swimming area was a large circular pool indoors with lots well braced seating arrangements and eating areas; a perfect mirror to the inside, separated by a large glass wall and doors so during storms and such the girls could still take dip; the feature allowed for a wall to rise up and separate the two. As of late, the divider had been put to little use and cool night breeze made a sort of fog in the indoor area that was creepy but alluring.
For the twenty year-old-blonde, her belly had just recently begun to fill out at six months heavy with quints and as such she believed swimming would somehow postpone the near gargantuan size she would grow to in the next four months. Her soft blue eyes drank in the serenity of the pool area while her hands subconsciously fell upon her newly acquired girth. She let her robe fall to the ground to reveal fat, milk bloated breasts held in a tight red bikini top, a deliciously swollen belly burgeoning from a softly plump frame, wide hips with a thong creasing her curvy ass and she was still amazed that at only six months Brittany already looked eight months pregnant with one baby, let alone five this had happened only in the last week. As she slowly stepped into the water, the warm liquid soothing her lightly tanned flesh she couldn’t help but think about Venus and how big she was with four which meant Brittany was going to be gigantic with five. So lost in thought she barely registered the soft splash of water from outside or that she had wandered to the center of the pool. Frozen, Brittany waited.
“Hello?”
Nothing happened.
“Hello!”
Looking at the moonlit water she thought she saw a shadow of something slip beneath the glass barrier.
“This isn’t fucking funny”, she hissed, her hands on her widened hips and her bikini barely hiding her ripe form! Then she saw the shadow and fear froze her for nothing human made such a shape. It rose before her, silent and dark. Brittany could not register its features for the moon was behind it and left the thing in shadow.
The hybrid sniffed her belly, its clawed hands reaching out to gently stroke the taunt flesh. It was hot, the things within were developing quickly. Rising to look at her face to face the hybrid took her arms and pulled her forward, opening its mandible like jaws, and before she could blink its face was latched to hers. Brittany felt something force itself between her lips, a sickening, slimy tube easing into her throat and holding it open; allowing her to breathe as it did its foul work.
Brittany couldn’t move, her body fell limp in the creatures impossibly strong grasp; though she would never know why as the hybrids’ saliva held a neurotoxin which made impregnation safe for and easy on the host; still her mind raced and was quite aware as she felt it begin to pump its larvae down her throat. They felt like whole chicken eggs except softer, wet and hot as they were regurgitated down into her body; she could feel them drop into her already full womb and take hold, literally attaching themselves to her uterine wall. Time passed slowly but for many, many minutes the creature continued to seed Brittany until her already swollen belly began to expand with his efforts; the poor girl could feel the new weight of her womb, of the things now packed tightly into her gravid insides and tears began to roll down her cheeks for fear of her life and lives she now carried; human and alien.
He pulled from her mouth, strings of slime following and gently the hybrid took her limp, bloated form into his arms, cradling her carefully; her belly taunt and round with larvae. The creature leapt up into the rafters and using his tail to balance, crawled along the roof. With instinctual skill his boney tail wrapped about the steel beams and with care he maneuvered her into the corner, then spraying a secretion of some kind from his maw the hybrid cocooned Brittany to the wall, the slimy fluid solidifying in seconds and holding her safely in place; leaving only her head and heavily distended belly uncovered.
She screamed and cried silently but Brittany, still poisoned numb and unable to move watched the beast disappear as her full and tightly packed fecundity gurgled and groaned as the new beings began to gestate.
Sheila and Rachelle had slumbered through hybrids’ arrival, they had slept as it made its way from dormitory to dormitory, from room to room and as such were sleeping still as the creature entered their own dorm. The eight33n-year-old barely heard the soft gurgled swallows behind her but it was enough to rouse her from a well needed sleep. Groggy and tired, her body heavy with three burgeoning lives, Rachelle turned with a great heaving effort and was greeted by sight only offered in nightmares. Her hands clapped around her mouth to muffle her terrified scream as she watched, horrified; the hybrid impregnate Sheila.
Its face was latched to her roommates, the creature was leaning over the self-entrapped female and though Rachelle could only see the things back and slight profile, she could see the massive orb of Sheilas’ pregnancy and it was clear something was wrong for small bulges and ripples formed here and there as the already giant dome of flesh stretched further and further until it looked as if the skin would tear apart under the tremendous strain.
Oh God, was all she could think, nonononononono!
With all the courage and strength she could muster Rachelle pushed herself from the bed. The floor was cold on her bare feet and the air chilly on her naked ass and belly; only a small sized tank top that clung to her milk engorged breasts like a second skin covered her ripened frame. Dizzy, nauseous and completely terrified Rachelle forced herself to take every step as quietly as possible; praying that whatever was attacking Sheila would not notice her and hopefully she would be able to find someone, anyone to help her. The halls, dimmed for the night hours looked almost as frightening as the events unfolding in her room but Rachelle pushed on. Waddling as fast and as stealthily as a girl eight and half months pregnant with triplets could, made her way down the dim corridor, looking, needing any other sign of life and as if heavens themselves opened up she was greeted with the faint light beneath the door of Morgans’ room. As quickly as she would dare Rachelle rushed to the door, burst through it to the welcome though startled cry of Morgan and the recently aroused Amber and slammed the door shut behind her, fear overwhelming good sense.
Morgan stared at the mocha skinned beauty irritably, she had just swallowed a gallon of Nicks cum and wanted sleep but after she had filled in Amber with the nasty details which she had almost done when she was rudely interrupted. Amber was sitting up, her mammoth belly filling her lap like a honey colored beach ball.
“What hell is,” but almost as quickly as she turned to rip the girl and new asshole she realized that the big bellied brat was standing in her room, half naked and…and shivering, “…Rachelle…what’s wrong? What happened?”
Even Amber, who wasn’t the most empathic of females knew something wasn’t right and subconsciously caressed her burgeoning fecundity, as if she could protect her babies from whatever fear was chasing Rachelle but it was quite apparent that no matter what was said there was something horribly wrong.
Looking at the two of them and knowing that the word about to escape her lips was complete truth despite how far fetched she had to say it.
“Monster…”
The hybrid had found his best host yet, her womb already tight and heavy with life; meaning she was fertile as all these hosts had been so far but this one, this one so wonderfully ripe it was almost intoxicating. He took his time filling her with larvae; even as the other escaped the hybrid continued to deliver his seed. Almost as lovingly as such a creature was he stroked her tremendous gravidity; heavy and taunt with both his young and her own, so much so that he could feel the incredible strain on her fecund womb; the heat radiating from her over distended flesh, small bulges forming with every new larvae packed within the confined space. It was instinct that told it when to cease the impregnation; gestation had begun and yet he knew that to fully develop his offspring would need more room, the host would need to grow.
Using another part of his body the hybrid broke down some of the larvae within his belly, turning them into fatty gel which he then regurgitated into the hosts mouth. The effects were almost instantaneous, her body now producing hormones to keep the new beings within her alive forced the process of the alien sustenance, producing fatty tissue at an inhuman rate until the tautness of her belly eased, not greatly but to the creature; safe enough until she would need to be fed again. He would have to do this for all his host until the young were born, but this was not a concern or worry to him; it was natural.
They arrived in the pool area shortly afterwards, but it was no longer a pool area; it was his hive. The walls looked like something organic and grown, dark and boney and rigid; the growth reaching out to halls just beyond the broken doors of the pool and into the water itself but not completely to the depths of the once crystal blue liquid, now red with the bodies of Darian, Max and few other orderlies that had the misfortune of roaming the halls; including Nick who had met his fate only minutes after shooting his load down Morgans’ throat. But it was not the strange new formation that dominated the features of the hive; it was its hosts, currently fourt33n of the very pregnant residence were cocooned within the hive; their heads and inhumanly swollen bellies the only things human in the dark place, including Brea; her arms sealed up over her head, the now monstrous swell of her belly, so completely turgid with larvae that she looked as if she were ready to burst with triplets, resting in her mucus covered lap; Becca, cocooned on the wall above her sister; her belly, once looking ready to pop with quintuplets now was a frighteningly distend globe of stretchmark riddled gravidity, quivering with every breath as the dozens upon dozens of larvae germinated within, Tabitha was next to Becca, the great mound of her fecundity a burgeoning sphere of glistening flesh. She was not yet the size of Becca or some of the other girls from the other dormitory but she looked far larger than one seven months heavy with triplets. Yet the biggest of them all was Brittany, the first to be impregnated and ripening quickly. If one were to guess, just by looking at her, the poor girl looked due with septuplets; if such a thing could be imagined but yet even she looked small in comparison to the newest arrival as those few girls who had not succumbed fear and had remained conscious watched Sheila get placed and cocooned between Tabitha and Becca. Once she was properly placed the hybrid moved about his host feeding them; it had time to gather the others for where could they run?
“Monster?”
Rachelle could only nod. Morgan turned to Amber and both felt the urge to bust out in laughter but something about the way Rachelle has whispered the word, the way she was still shivering half naked in their room and the way that she seemed too weak to even move held their tongues. Amber, still stifling the smile as if waiting for the joke looked at Rachelle the way a mother would an over excited *ch1ld*.
“And where is the monster?”
Rachelles’ eyes slowly rotated over to the sexy Italian blooded t33n and then she spoke, though her voice was barely a whisper.
“I…it a…attacked Shei…Sheila!”
“WHAT”, was the unified cry and Morgan bolted for the door and despite Rachelles’ best efforts to hold her back as she stormed-waddled across the hall! Rachelle fell against the wall as Amber heaved her massive girth from the bed, which creaked with the release of weight, and slowly made her way to the door. She watched for a long time until Morgan emerged from Rachelle and Sheilas’ room.
“Well?”
“She’s not here. There is some weird gunk on the bed and the sheets are all over but she’s not here”, Morgans’ voice slowly growing frantic with each syllable.
“Where the fuck does a girl nine plus months pregnant with quints just go? It takes her fift33n fucking minutes to waddle her fat ass down the hall!”
Morgan gave her a “look who’s talking” glare but it fell on the less than amused face of Amber.
“Where is she?”
Now Amber sounded more angry than frightened.
“I don’t fucking know Amber!”
Swollen and tired from the mere effort of getting out of bed Amber slowly turned her massive girth and was greeted by the terrified eyes of Rachelle.
“Monster.”
Laura had snuck out of her room only a couple of hours ago; unknowingly leaving Tabitha unprotected and alone when the hybrid arrived while postponing her own impregnation, though her reasoning wasn’t malicious but purely lust driven. Ian held her wide hips tight as his fat cock drove deeper and deeper into her pregnant young pussy. All the girls knew two things about the Aussie from Sydney; he was hung like a horse and love pregnant chicks.
Sweat dripped off her swollen belly, round ass and wobbling tits as the Australian native pounded her wet, slick sex for the fifth time since she showed up at his door. Ian had been one of the only two, besides Dr. Lang, to have the night off and as usual he left his door open to the first caller; today Laura had been the lucky lady.
He loved the feel of her soft yet taunt belly flesh, the way her fat milk filled E-cups bounced and sloshed with every thrust of his manhood, the way her plump ass cheeks wobbled and clapped against his skin…it was heaven on earth; though fucking Morgan was far more adventurous.
Laura was exhausted, her body shiny with sweat, her pussy was sore but she wasn’t ready yet to try anal so she took Ian as deeply as she could, hoping this time he’d finally get her to cum; he’d had five orgasms to her none and she wanted satisfaction.
“Come you fucker, give it to me”, she hissed, slamming her ass and crotch against him to push him deeper into canal and Ian responded in kind; increasing to a thunderous tempo forcing a primal growl from the big bellied vixen. Their respective moans and whimpers, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one other and their focus on the task at hand left them unaware and unprepared as the hybrid, having fed his brood was continuing his instinctual calling to breed.
Laura could feel her pussy quivering, she was so close and she knew just few more minutes would take her to ecstasy.
“Yesyesyesyesyesyes”, then there was a sudden wet splash on her back and yet she felt hot cum erupt into depths a second later! Ians’ cock slipped from her pussy and angrily she turned on disappointing orderly.
“What the hell do you…” and what greeted her was not the handsome, sun kissed face of a twenty five year-old Australian but the alien, mandible maw façade of the hybrid. She just opened her mouth to scream as it lurched forward, attaching itself to her face and seconds later the thick bulges of his larvae could be seen coursing down her throat.
Ians’ lifeless, decapitated head watched it all.
The three of them began searching room only after they convinced Rachelle that they needed more proof before alarming the center, but soon the proof was becoming noticeable; both Brea and Becca were gone, along with Laura, Tabitha, and Sheila. Amber nearly squealed out loud when they opened Venus’s door and found the gargantuan bellied Latina still sleeping close to half an hour later. Only Rachelle seemed to notice or care where Brittany was.
“Ummm…no idea”, Venus said in a sleepy voice, “could care less where that crazy bitch is anyway. And what the hell are you guys doing waking me up at two A.M., can’t you see me and little ones here need our sleep”, her voice half irritated and half joking.
She was absolutely huge, despite that Becca was further along with quints and Amber was just as pregnant with quads; Venus, who stood a towering four-foot-eleven-inches was almost a waddling ball of pregnancy and as such spoke true when she said she needed her sleep. For the past two months she, Amber, Sheila and Becca had been given one job; stay in bed and get fat and of the four, the once petite and curvy Latina had taken it to heart. Gorgeous in every way, Venus was also plump in every way and thus making her look as if she’d pop if she took in too deep a breath.
“Something is wrong Vee; Becca, Sheila, Brea, Laura, Tabitha and…well your bitch of a roommate are all missing and”, and Morgan hesitated at this point, “and well Rachelle said she saw something attacking Sheila!”
“Something”, Venus said skeptically because she could not imagine anything more important than sleep at the moment.
“Please come with us Vee”, Amber pleaded and there was true fear in the request, fear that made Venus listen.
“Okay, I’ll come with you but if they’re all in the cafeteria pigging out or something; pregnant or not, I'm kicking your asses!”
Dr. Emily Lang had volunteered to work in this facility because she loved delivering babies; especially since she was unable to have any. At thirty-two years old though the doctor was now one of the wealthiest and most experienced maternity doctors in the world, having delivered over twelve multiple births since her year at the island.
She had also come to learn how very lenient certain rules were at the center, especially those concerning the sexual fornications between the male and sometimes female staff and their patients. Even so, having to listen to Ian and whatever little “Daddy’s girl” he was with go at it for almost two hours was plain wrong, even more so considering three rooms separated hers from his…until it suddenly stopped and she could have sworn she heard the girl say something before going quite silent. The doctor, a slim young woman with hawkish features and little in the curvy department always slept in her scrubs when she worked the night shift so it was nothing took only the time to put on her shoes to exit her room and head three doors down to Ians’.
As she moved closer to the door she began to realize something was terribly wrong; first being the door was open and from it a pool of crimson was emerging, the second; the weird, forced gulping sounds emanating from the open room. Her pace slowed and as Emily drew closer to the door her mouth dropped for, standing so close to the pool she knew immediately that it was blood. Her vision moved upward and into the room and Emily Lang screamed!
On the floor was Ians’ body, his head a few feet away, the last of his blood was slowly pumping out of the gaping neck wound of where he had been decapitated. Lying on the bed was Ians’ conquest, her belly looking inhumanly swollen and gravid; small bumps and bulges forming across the expanding globe of flesh but it was the thing standing above her; a creature that was obviously humanoid but that was its only human feature. Emily was so terrified, so scared that all she could do was scream, and it was fear that blinded her the serpentine tail sliding up between her legs.
It moved so quickly the human was still screaming as her body fell apart; the sword like end of the hybrids tail whipping upward and slicing Dr. Emily Lang in two. The hybrid had done so effortlessly, almost all its concentrating focused on packing this new host with as much larvae as she could possibly hold. Once he was sure she was literally stuffed with young, poor Laura’s belly was literally quivering with pressure, the creature hoisted her up and began to head towards his hive.
“Did you hear that”, Rachelle said as Morgan and Amber eased Venus to her feet, the death cry of Emily Lang going quite silent suddenly.
“Yeah…what the fuck was it?”
“Not what”, Morgan said, a shiver coursing down her spine, “who?”
“We need to get the hell off this island!”
Now none of them, not even the once skeptical Venus could ignore that there was something awful happening at Bell-Reeve.
“The docks…we can use one of the support boats at the docks!”
Venus and Amber were both nodding in agreement and Rachelle was already moving towards the door but Morgan grabbed her arm, turning so she could see her face.
“We need food and medical supplies; do you remember how long it took to get here from Australia…two days! What if one of them”, looking back to Venus and Amber, “goes into labor while we’re at sea!”
Absently Rachelle nodding with understanding, though Morgan was quite sure if given the chance she’d run.
“You and Amber go get supplies from the doctors’ office, Venus and I will get food. We meet at the back lobby in fift33n minutes okay!”
“Morgan…unless you plan to get a wheelchair and push me, it’s gonna take a lot longer than fift33n minutes for me to waddle my fat ass down the hall, let alone the to the cafeteria!”
Sighing, the self appointed leader couldn’t argue.
“Okay, we move as fast as we can. Two hours and then we get the fuck outta here!”
The silent nod was all they needed and the four waddled out of the room, Morgan and Venus towards the western wing in the center of the complex, Amber and Rachelle east, towards the staffs’ quarters; each hoping this would not be the last time they saw one another.
Back in the hive Brittany and some of the other girls, including Becca and Brea had regained their voices.
“I…I can feel them, th…their growing inside me,” one girl whispered across the room.
“Their growing in all of us you dumb bitch”, Brittany hissed; her belly had not grown since Sheila’s arrival but the damage was done; despite the fact she was literally glued in place her body ached from the rapid change and gain in weight.
“Becca…what’s going to happen to us?”
I don’t know Bre…Brea”, the older of the twins breathed as her monstrous fecundity expanded slightly, the flesh creaking with the effort. All over the girls began to speak and cry; some screaming as they awoke into the nightmare before them but all of them went silent as the hybrid entered. In his arms was Laura, her belly bulging insanely with larvae, wrapped in his tail were corpses; more than likely Ians’ though his head was no longer attached and Dr. Emily, even cut in half she was recognizable which meant only four people were left unaccounted for; two of them so close to giving birth it would be a miracle if they could even get out of bed. Casually the bodies were tossed into the blood soaked pool as the thing made its’ way towards one of the empty spots on the wall. Becca was uncontrollably shaking as the alien beast held Laura in place as he cocooned her to the wall. It dropped heavily to the floor and in silence left his hive. All that could be heard were the stifled sobs or silent whimpers throughout the birthing room, not even Brittany had the courage to speak.
It took them almost half an hour to reach the east wing; Ambers’ t-shirt was damp with sweat, her skin shiny and red with exertion; the young girl not having walked further than the distance of her bed to the bathroom and back in almost three months, this was the most exercise her body had seen in some time. Rachelle was tired too but being taller and not as yet far along or nearly as heavy, she was not as worn as her companion by the time they entered the hall.
Almost immediately they froze for a long, dark crimson trail of blood led out of the main hall near the front lobby and information desk and down through the main portion of the complex, directly towards in Morgan and Venus’s direction.
“We have to hurry!”
Ambers’ voice was shaky as when she spoke but a glance at Rachelle steeled her nerves, though the ready-to-drop young female was visibly trembling she knew the eight33n year-old was almost to the breaking point.
“Rachelle, sit behind the desk and keep an eye out. You know what this thing looks like so scream and hide if you see it.”
The mocha skinned female nodded and quickly went for the desk while Amber ponderously moved further down the hall. Blood covered the floor; a thick pool of it could easily be seen coming from Ians’ room, light pour out above it and it took everything for Amber not to vomit. She was grateful that the medical supplies closet was many, many doors away from the gory scene and even happier when she found it unlocked; but then remembered the big hissy fit one of the girls in the other door cut her finger and bitched that she couldn’t even get a band-aid without having to call a nurse. She opened the door the small room, giving Rachelle; who was huddled down behind the receptionist’s desk, one last glance and stepped in.
There was very, very little room for someone of her girth to move but Amber found a way to work around; simply dumping a box of gauze pads on the floor and shoveling whatever she thought would be handy in the empty container; it didn’t hurt that she could use her massive belly as a makeshift shelf. It was unfortunate that Amber couldn’t be quieter in her efforts.
Rachelle was literally shivering on her hands and knees, her head just inching above the desk to give her some sort of limited vision but it was of little help because every shadow that moved in the dim halls made her jump or squeak in fear. Yet she nearly fainted when the creature emerged from the passage leading into the next dorm. Her hands wrapped over her mouth despite the fact Amber needed to be warned and the terrified young girl fell back against the wall, knocking aside the swivel chair usually occupied by one of the many orderlies in the facility. For the first time in her life Rachelle couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, she could hardly breathe as the hybrid turned to face her, slimy drool pouring from its alien lips. Unconsciousness had never been more welcomed as Rachelle collapsed, leaving the hybrid free to do as he would.
He recognized the scent of this female and knew it was the one that had escaped his grasp earlier but another scent, a far more powerful and fertile scent drew his attention and seeing this host lying there motionless he knew he would have time to retrieve her, the hybrid silently moved towards his next host.
Amber was nearly finished. She had given herself only five minutes in the room and had a box full of supplies and a spare medical bag packed, both balanced on her gravid womb. Carefully she worked her way out the room but stopped when she ran into something hard and hot, wet sticky fluid dripped down her back, easing into the crack of her slightly exposed ass. Tears formed up in her eyes, her lips trembled and the box slid off the slope of her belly, the bag somehow remained.
“Ra…Rachelle”, Amber half asked half whimpered. The cold hiss behind the hugely pregnant ninet33n-year-old told her that it was not Rachelle, it wasn’t even human. The word monster suddenly filled her thoughts. Amber hardly had the chance to contemplate her next move when she was suddenly spun around to face the nightmare, though her last thought was, My babies!
The hybrid held her tight to the wall as her throat bulged and contracted with each larva he pumped into her. It took many, many minutes before Ambers’ even belly began to signs of fullness; the great swollen orb was soon glistening with sweat as her body temperature rose in its efforts to create life. She was the best host so far though the scent of an even better host already had his attention. Stretchmarks darkened as the flesh creaked and moaned, expanding bigger; fuller until it was literally aching to burst. As with Sheila, the hybrid immediately began his feeding process, her plump frame eager to accept the fattening nourishment until he knew she was safe to transport. Cradling her gently in his arms the hybrid move back towards the front and carefully collected the unconscious Rachelle; he would tend to her in the hive.
An hour passed before Morgan and Venus reached the cafeteria, the Latina was wet with sweat, the flesh of her tremendously swollen fecundity glistened with it.
“I…I can’t move any more…t…gulp…too tired”, she said panting as Morgan helped her ease into one of the very accommodating seats spread out through the lounge like eatery.
“Fuck I'm fat!”
Maggie chuckled and gave the distended sphere a soft caress.
“Rest up while I get the food. It’s a long damn walk to the docks.”
Venus nodded tiredly and closed her eyes as Morgan slipped into the kitchen and began stuffing an empty storage box with as much nonperishable food as she could, mostly candy and Little Debbie snack cakes and bottles of water. The whole process took about fift33n minutes but once satisfied she had enough for all four girls Morgan hefted up the box and laboriously carried it out into the main lounge. She returned to Venus only to find her snoring softly.
“Okay, I’ll wake you up after I take this shit to the boat. You’d better be to move that fat Latin butt of yours when I get back.”
Venus shifted slightly but otherwise gave no sign that she had heard any of what Morgan had just said. Not really wanting to leave the massively pregnant, very vulnerable girl alone she knew she had very few options at this point and with a tired, reluctant sigh she waddled out the back doors towards the docks.
Their soft whimpers and terrified gasps were ignored as the girls could only watch Rachelle get impregnated, the dark skin of her belly swelling with each forced swallow of the regurgitated eggs. The flesh stretched and groaned with each passing of the larvae until the distended mound looked frighteningly similar to Tabithas’ burgeoning, larva filled gravidity; which was visibly throbbing as the things within rapidly matured. Yet, despite the macabre show it was hard not to notice Amber, her belly size rivaling that of Sheila and Brittany; who was grimacing through another growth spurt, whimpering softly, “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts”, over and over.
The creature suddenly detached from Rachelle and turned towards the nearly completely sealed wall that once led to the outside. It roared ominously; send terrified shivers through all those who could move and then the thing rushed forward and dove into the blood colored, body filled water. It had caught Morgans’ scent.
Morgan waddled as fast as possible towards the docks, passing directly by the pool and unbeknownst to her, all her friends; cocooned, fattened and impregnated with alien young. She was so lost in concentration she did not even notice the strange organic stuff emanating from the water or the door but a sudden roar of something very unearthly made her freeze.
She looked at the pool then and screamed as the water exploded out and the hybrid landed thunderously just a few yards infront of her. Morgan dropped the supplies and as fast as her gravid body would allow she ran. But the monster, for that was all she could think to call it, was much faster and Morgan had just dared to glance back when she abruptly stopped, as if she had hit a wall of steel but the hot, wet breath on her cheek told Morgan what she feared the most.
“No…pl…please no…” she whimpered hoarsely, her head turning just enough to see the drooling, gruesome features of the hybrid. Morgan screamed but her voice was muffled out abruptly as the hybrid attached its’ face to hers. She tried to hold her lips shut but suddenly they fell numb, her whole body went weak and Morgan could feel the impregnating tube slither down her throat and the first of many, many larvae begin to slip into her womb. Uncontrollable tears leaked from her eyes and all Morgan could think of was Venus, vulnerable, alone and too pregnant to run.
“No…pl…please no…” she whimpered hoarsely, her head turning just enough to see the drooling, gruesome features of the hybrid. Morgan screamed but her voice was muffled out abruptly as the hybrid attached its’ face to hers. She tried to hold her lips shut, to even push the thing away from her but suddenly they fell numb, her whole body went weak, her arms felt so heavy, too heavy to hold up and Morgan could feel the impregnating tube slither down her throat as her arms dropped to her sides and then the first of many, many larvae begin to slip from the invading phallus and spill into her womb. Uncontrollably tears began leaked from her eyes and all Morgan could think of; even more surprising to her, was of Venus, vulnerable, defenseless, alone, too big and far too pregnant to run. Hopefully Amber and Rachelle would find her!
The hybrid used one hand to hold Morgans’ limp body, the other explored the growing vastness of her womb which was soon packed tight and heavy with his brood but he just continued on pumping larva into the confining space; despite his eagerness to get to the greatest of all the hosts; the most fertile of the lot by her scent which was strong and thick on this particular female.
If she could Morgan would’ve screamed for the thing to stop; her belly was so full and engorged with the things he was filling her with that she was certain she’d burst if it continued. Only after a second did she think of the three lives that had been growing within her for the past seven months and Morgan wanted to cry, really cry. They didn’t deserve this fate; none of them did but she was truly thankful when at last the monster detached itself from her mouth, her burgeoning belly was so incredibly gravid and taunt that every move it made, no matter how gentle or careful, made Morgan think the too tight flesh would split open. She was so full of larvae she looked like Amber and she now felt sorry for all the times she had made fun of her roommate.
He carried her gently into the hive and Morgan suddenly realized the depths of the horror she was now facing for she could see every girl in Bell-Reeve was here, cocooned and swollen ripe, like herself, the bodies of the staff were blooded carcasses in the pool and even more so, how truly alone Venus was; Rachelle was unconscious but obviously ballooned with things for her poor belly was quivering violently and Amber, oh Amber, she had looked as if she was going to pop before but now…now she looked as if she was exploding in slow motion her poor stomach was so swollen. All the girls were huge; Sheila and Becca were amongst the largest of the lot, along with Amber, some Asian girl, Lei if she remembered right and Brittany…that bitch was enormous and whimpering because she was visibly growing bigger; small bumps were poking out all over her distended orb. Oh God, what’s inside us, Morgan screamed silently as the thing cocooned her next to Amber.
Once it had Morgan securely in place it leapt onto the organic like walls and scrambled over to Brittany, attaching itself to her face and it was amazing and frightening to watch as fat seemed to form almost instantly on the young girls’ body, the bumps grew still and Brittany fell limp and quiet. The monster proceeded another feeding of all the girls now, some crying out or whimpering as it approached but soon falling as silent as death; even Morgan got fed; the sickening meaty substance flowed down her mouth like vomit and all she wished was that it would end, that the nightmare would.
The feeding took almost an hour; some girls like Amber, Sheila, Becca and Lei needed a longer feeding due to their size and Morgan would guess the number of things growing in them. Once done it turned and following the most delicious of scents, the hybrid closed in on the last and greatest of its hosts.
It had found her at last. She was wonderful; so massively ripe, her fecund middle burgeoning out before her meaty, plump frame; the fertile musk her body released was unrelenting to the hybrid and if it could it would have smiled. She was close though, very close; if he had not found her she would have not been so utterly perfect for his young, and as such the hybrid descended to his most prized of hosts.
Venus was dreaming; despite the danger around her; four lives were growing within her, using energy and nourishment and her body needed rest, so Venus was sleeping and Venus was dreaming. They were flowing dreams, of bright days under the sun, of her unborn *ch1ld*ren, of eating and getting fat, of sex; yummy wonderful sex and then of a waterfall, the warm wet flow coursing over the massively swollen slope of her gravid form. Yet, even in the depths of sleep Venus could feel the liquid on her flesh, it was hot, sticky and it pulled her back to consciousness.
Slowly her eyes opened, it was dark and yet Venus knew she was not alone and as her vision became focus she could see the drooling rows of teeth, the monster that had only been an illusion before and horror, true horror.
“Our father, who art in heaven”, she began to softly whisper as the hybrid pulled her forward and attached itself to her face. Venus swallowed despite her instincts; thick egg like bulges coursed down her throat endlessly and like the others she could feel them as they took hold within her distended womb but for her the process was far slower for the hybrid took his time; he wanted her to be the best and greatest of his hosts and she would be.
Almost an hour passed as the hybrid regurgitated his larvae into the too full depths of Venus’s womb but unlike the others he fed her as he impregnated her; fattening her too such a degree that Venus felt her insides push and adjust to accommodate the amount of things he was filling her with. It was a long, long time before the young girl began to show signs of being full, but those signs were quite noticeable when they came; her gargantuan womb was dark and smeared with stretchmarks, little bulges could be seen forming all about the shiny, tightly pulled flesh, her skin was soon drum tight and quivered with the intense pressure within. When at last the impregnation was done Venus Lupe Haviere looked as if she were ready burst, so full was she that her ready-to-drop belly was almost twice its original size; making her by far the largest of all his hosts, even the rapidly developing Brittany.
All the girls watched in numbed awe as Venus, the last of the girls in Bell-Reeve, was at last cocooned within the hive, the hybrid placing on the far wall at the center; facing the rest of the hive like a queen. Even the biggest of the young hosts were struck dumb by the inhuman size of poor Venus and silently, some were thankful and other pitying but all of them knew for fact that they would soon be as massive as her and once they were…the things inside them would come out. Only Morgan realized that not one of them was in a proper birthing position leaving the only way to deliver would be the most frightening and horrible way she could imagine.
AVP by PregKnightOne
Main characters
Morgan 21, 7 months w/ triplets
Brea 19, 7 months w/ twins
Venus 20, 9 months w/ quads
Laura 23, 7 months w/ twins
Becca 19, 8 months w/ quintuplets
Tabitha 21, 7 months w/ triplets
Rachelle 18, 8 ½ months w/ triplets
Sheila 21, 9 months w/ quintuplets
Amber 19, 9 months w/ quads
AVP
The New Hive
A horror story
Prologue
The ship easily passed through the defenses of the primitive race. They had breeched their militaries orbital sentries for years and this time was no different. The course was not predetermined but random; a unique search for a unique hunt. Yet they needed the proper catalyst for the hunt, the proper host for their frozen breeder; a creature that was a hybrid of their own and their prey; in truth it was the most dangerous creature they had ever faced; unique and rare as it was the hybrid provided them more prey than did the original queen of the species and in far faster time…once the right host was found.
A screen blinked to life and the hunter looked at the readings; green lit lettering of an alien nature scrolling down the mask of a creature far removed from this planet or galaxy; despite his race had been here before…many times through out this worlds history and; if the hunts continued to go well, they would return many times in its future.
His voice, a mix of strange clicks, chirps and growls signaled the pilot to alter their course and adjusting scanners they narrowed their hunt until they found a small body of land just off the coast of one of the many mainlands. It was isolated which meant that the hunt would not be interrupted and there was little chance for the prey to escape; a hazardous possibility but a risk worth taking for the hunt. The creature narrowed his probe and, if such were physically possible for his kind, he would have smiled. On his screen figures immerged; close to two dozen humans as it were; very few males, which were of little concern but many females, over half of which were properly seeded and by the looks of it nearing the end of their gestations…perfect for the hybrid.
He studied them for a moment; though in the infrared scope they looked like various configurations of reds, yellows, oranges, blues and greens but all of them; or close to it were ripe and swollen, their middles heavily distended and it almost seemed too easy for in such a state, the hybrid would have them all properly impregnated with the prey with no resistance at all. Good…this meant the hybrid could be used again…another hunt was already forming in his mind.
The pilot took the ship over the island once more and then upon the last pass they released the ejection pod; within it; the slowly awaking hybrid who’s first and only desire was to breed!
The Seeding
Bell-Reeve Island, Rehabilitation
Bell-Reeve Island was a self sustaining complex with a main hospital as its cent, a workout facility and pool located near the boating docks, two main dormitories where its residence lived and a smaller dorm for the staff. The whole place was then surrounded on three sides by a thick, well maintained forest and a fift33n foot tall stone wall.
In truth Bell-Reeve Island was nothing close to a rehabilitation center; it was a modern day resort and spa for the daughters of the rich, the wealthy and famous; or infamous as it were, who happened to find themselves in an unintentional but most understandable, motherly way…or knocked up, with *ch1ld*, preggers, preggo, whatever…that’s how Morgan Sinclaire, twenty-one year old daughter of billionaire industrialist Robert Sinclaire saw it. Though, only in the most extreme of cases…meaning that every female on the island was pregnant with at least twins…which was rare; most, Morgan included were expecting triplets, quads and at least four girls were waddling around with quints in their gravid bellies.
Seven months ago, Morgan, modelesque featured, with, full lips, green eyes, curly blonde hair, an extremely curvy figure and naturally busty; magazines had reported her bra size as FF, had celebrated her twenty-first birthday with three of her best friends, spending almost thirty-two thousand dollars of daddy’s money in Las Vegas; only to receive a few nasty print ups in more than a dozen tabloids, costing her father hours and millions trying to erase the event and three little bastard *ch1ld*ren swelling up in her once slender, hour-glass body. It took her three months before realizing that her increased appetite and morning hangovers that didn’t necessarily come as a result of drinking was due to the fact that one of four strippers she fucked that weekend had left her with more than a great night. Once daddy found out; for her own protection as he put it, she was shipped off to Bell-Reeve, a remote island just off the coast of Australia; the only ways onto the mainland were by helicopter or boat; huge fift33n-foot stone walls kept the paparazzi from getting any good looks at the big, ripe swollen bellied young women who populated the island and as such; most of the girls enjoyed a since of freedom; clothes were optional, weight was a carefree afterthought and sex…well, even the creators of this unique island understood the needs of the populous and found a way to hire mostly male nurses or massage therapists with the doctors making a reasonable mixed sex ensemble.
Morgan had come to enjoy Bell-Reeve, though not looking forward to giving birth she had opted to give her *ch1ld*ren up for adoption; most of the girls had since most of them had no idea who the fathers may be but some, like Amber; her roommate and best friend in the center, had decided to give motherhood a try.
Amber was ninet33n, petite and extremely cute; soft brown eyes and dark brown hair, soft lips and an angelic face though her body was…or had been meant for sin; the girl was a classic case for nymphomania. Her father was an Italian business man with dealings in oil, shipping and government military development; which meant that when his ninet33n-year-old daughter turned up pregnant with quadruplets, it caused some concerns with his partners and as such, she landed in Bell-Reeve.
Nearing the middle of her ninth month; nothing short of a miracle in the states but nothing out of the ordinary in the center, Amber was literally all belly and tits; at five-foot-one, the young female had literally added fifty to sixty pounds of belly to her frame plus forty pounds of fat; thus keeping her four babes; each a whopping seven ponds a piece in the tight, taunt confines of her enormous gravidity, and added to all that was twenty pounds of milk laden boob flesh to feed the little tikes. She had been on bed rest for the last three months; eating and fattening up; her swollen middle, which was covered in stretchmarks, just grew bigger and bigger and Amber loved it. She kept joking if she ate any more she pop and every morning, when Morgan woke up to see the feast the little Italian was stuffing into her belly; it was hard to disagree.
Morgan had made a few friends in her time here; though there were close to twenty girls on the island, all getting bigger and rounder by the day, Morgan only liked nine of them, nine of the ten girls that lived her dormitory; Amber her roommate, Brea and Becca, the ninet33n-year-old twins across the hall; daughters of a media tycoon, the blonde bombshells had the looks of Paris Hilton and the bodies of Jenna Jameson, though Brea was a plumper now, holding a fat set of twins in her burgeoning belly and Becca was one of the four girls on the island sporting quints; her belly was so massive and round that Morgan and Brea would watch her when she slept and see the babies move around. It was creepy and yet so cool. Becca was also in her eighth month…almost her ninth and still not close to her delivery date; which was scary because unlike Amber, Becca actually looked as if she was going to burst any day now.
Then there was Sheila and Rachelle; Sheila was twenty one, a fiery red head with the looks of Scarlet Johansson, but the attitude of Big Bad Mama and had once been one of the adult industries top models; it didn’t hurt that her father and mother owned two of the highest grossing pornography media industries, it did hurt when she got knocked up with quints by one of the producers. She was nearing the last leg of her ninth month and was due to be induced the first week of her tenth month and needless to say; she made both Amber and Becca look small. At five-foot-eight, Sheila had gained almost one hundred pounds of shear weight, forty pounds of tit meat and nearly eighty or more in belly; the shear size of her gravidity made Morgan feel good about how much fatter she had become in four months but Sheila hardly cared; it was her way of getting back in the biz; as she put it; some plumper mags and vids till she was just curvy and the once she was back to or near her original size…her new found bustline would make her a cash cow…pun intended.
Rachelle was the daughter of an African Prime Minister and a spoiled brat but Morgan and the others liked the mocha skinned beauty; she was only eight33n and currently eight and a half months pregnant with triplets. It was unfortunate for the father; her personal body guard but Rachelle was sent to Bell-Reeve and now waddled about, her belly a tight, heaving ball of stretchmark littered flesh, her twin D-cups bouncing and wobbling with every step. Of all the girls; Rachelle, Brea, Morgan and Laura were the most promiscuous in the center.
Laura, twenty-three year-old owner of her own clothing line and modeling agency had found herself pregnant with twins five months ago and was anxiously awaiting the next three months to pop out the little buggers and get back to work… and fucking models. Of all the girls she tried to keep her girlish figure but the round mound bulging forth from her thickening frame was becoming hard to ignore. She was the oldest of the girls and often acted like their big sister but that was only when she wasn’t sucking the fat cocks of Nick or Darien.
Her roommate Tabitha was a huge tittied twenty-one-year old heiress of a billionaire inventor who was killed in a plane crash. Not only did she get his inheritance but another hundred million from the airline. In celebration she fucked her lawyer and was now expecting his three illegitimate sons. Fat with triplets, Tabitha was very bubbly and like Amber planned to keep her babies; naively hoping the father would divorce his wife of fift33n years and marry her. The girls had no intention of ruining such a wonderful fantasy.
Venus was the last of Morgan’s friends. The half Puerto Rican, half Brazilian twenty-year-old beauty was currently nine months heavy with quadruplets and looked ready to pop; her bronze honey skin was thick and soft all over; especially her rather fat double E’s but her belly was a lot like Sheilas’; covered in stretchmarks, so tight and taunt it was shiny; little bumps of her eight pound foursome appearing here and there across the gravid expanse of her swollen dome; a picture of fertility. Venus was an enigma because no one knew who her father was except he worked an import/export business out of Cuba but of all the girls she was the most down to earth.
Her roommate was the newest addition to the island and a real bitch so none of the girls cared to meet her; her name was Brittany something; some pop-star wash out but no one Morgan thought mattered. Meaning the nine girls often spent their time in her room or Morgans’.
There were very no witnesses to the strange events above, for those few who were awake were preoccupied. Such as Morgan; who was happily visiting one of the local nurses; Nick, when the visitors passed over and delivered their deadly passenger. She was too busy to hear the soft roll of thunder in the relatively cloudless night or to feel the ground quiver and the secondary explosion which sounded like distant fireworks. However her lover, though distracted by Maggies’ lustful efforts, somehow noticed the sound beyond her lude slurps and swallows.
“Wha…what was…nnggghhh…what was that”, Nick managed to groan out as Morgan took his throbbing, cock further into the depths of her mouth. Her fingers were deftly working cum laden balls, gently milking them for their delicious contents as she eased the saliva coated organ from her lips, stroking it against the creamy, pillow soft flesh of her milk heavy tits, teasing between the vast gorge of cleavage.
“Why don’t I stop and you go check it out”, she purred cruelly and Nick shot the most incredulous look at her, then relaxed seeing the bitchy mischievous gleam in her green eyes, “thought so!”
He nearly came then and there as she swallowed him up and attacked his manhood with renewed vigor.
The pod landed on the south side of the island, furthest away from the main structures but close to the docks. A crater of nearly twenty feet in length and ten feet deep trailed behind it but other than that it drew little attention. The slender, blackish metal sat there quietly for a short time, motionless and still but peace was not to last. Along the length of the tube red lights in the text of a race far different than human began to blink to life and die out; in a repeating rhythm until one by one the lights faded and as the last went dim an untraceable door popped open, greenish steam pouring out as did the long clawed nails of the of hybrid.
The air was foreign, the weather warm but not to his liking. Still, it would do for the creation of a hive. Such needs were instinctual as was the seeking of proper host for his seed and as he silently made his way through the alien forest he heard and felt the first trimmers of life. As a hunter stalked his prey he watched the two humanoids; male from the scent and not for breeding but he could smell that there were many hosts nearby, the air was thick with their scent. First he would eliminate any dangers to his young and then he would begin.
Darian and Max had heard the explosion. It was close to eleven o’clock so no one would be out of their rooms, still with an island full of young girls ready-to-pop, they had to check it out. It took only a few minutes to get to the docks and even less time to see the trail of whatever had hit the island but neither of the young men was prepared for the sight before them when they got to the end of the trail.
“What the fuck is that!”
Darian, a slender black male stood silently, speechless as he looked at the alien pod, the hatch still open; indicating that something had recently come out of the object. Max, a heavy set, sandy blonde on the other hand couldn’t stop speaking…until the sword like end of the hybrids tail tore through his chest.
“What the fuck is thaghh…urk…!”
Darian turned and nearly fell over himself as he watched Max get lifted into the air by the shadowy appendage and then tossed lifelessly away. He turned and desperately tried to scramble to his feet but something heavy and powerful crashed into his back, blowing the air from his lungs as sharp, knifing pains erupted in his shoulder-blades and as he tried to cry out, though he was still gasping for breath, Darians’ head was twisted back around so the last thing he saw was nothing of this earth.
The hybrid dropped the lifeless body and began to follow the scent of his hosts…so many hosts; ripe and fertile; perfect for his seed.
Brittany knew the rules about curfew but didn’t care, she wanted to swim and so she was going to swim; besides, the strange explosion had woke her up but her roommate Venus, looking as if she explode if her babies weren’t born soon had slept right through it. The pool was an indoor-outdoor pool; the main part of the swimming area was a large circular pool indoors with lots well braced seating arrangements and eating areas; a perfect mirror to the inside, separated by a large glass wall and doors so during storms and such the girls could still take dip; the feature allowed for a wall to rise up and separate the two. As of late, the divider had been put to little use and cool night breeze made a sort of fog in the indoor area that was creepy but alluring.
For the twenty year-old-blonde, her belly had just recently begun to fill out at six months heavy with quints and as such she believed swimming would somehow postpone the near gargantuan size she would grow to in the next four months. Her soft blue eyes drank in the serenity of the pool area while her hands subconsciously fell upon her newly acquired girth. She let her robe fall to the ground to reveal fat, milk bloated breasts held in a tight red bikini top, a deliciously swollen belly burgeoning from a softly plump frame, wide hips with a thong creasing her curvy ass and she was still amazed that at only six months Brittany already looked eight months pregnant with one baby, let alone five this had happened only in the last week. As she slowly stepped into the water, the warm liquid soothing her lightly tanned flesh she couldn’t help but think about Venus and how big she was with four which meant Brittany was going to be gigantic with five. So lost in thought she barely registered the soft splash of water from outside or that she had wandered to the center of the pool. Frozen, Brittany waited.
“Hello?”
Nothing happened.
“Hello!”
Looking at the moonlit water she thought she saw a shadow of something slip beneath the glass barrier.
“This isn’t fucking funny”, she hissed, her hands on her widened hips and her bikini barely hiding her ripe form! Then she saw the shadow and fear froze her for nothing human made such a shape. It rose before her, silent and dark. Brittany could not register its features for the moon was behind it and left the thing in shadow.
The hybrid sniffed her belly, its clawed hands reaching out to gently stroke the taunt flesh. It was hot, the things within were developing quickly. Rising to look at her face to face the hybrid took her arms and pulled her forward, opening its mandible like jaws, and before she could blink its face was latched to hers. Brittany felt something force itself between her lips, a sickening, slimy tube easing into her throat and holding it open; allowing her to breathe as it did its foul work.
Brittany couldn’t move, her body fell limp in the creatures impossibly strong grasp; though she would never know why as the hybrids’ saliva held a neurotoxin which made impregnation safe for and easy on the host; still her mind raced and was quite aware as she felt it begin to pump its larvae down her throat. They felt like whole chicken eggs except softer, wet and hot as they were regurgitated down into her body; she could feel them drop into her already full womb and take hold, literally attaching themselves to her uterine wall. Time passed slowly but for many, many minutes the creature continued to seed Brittany until her already swollen belly began to expand with his efforts; the poor girl could feel the new weight of her womb, of the things now packed tightly into her gravid insides and tears began to roll down her cheeks for fear of her life and lives she now carried; human and alien.
He pulled from her mouth, strings of slime following and gently the hybrid took her limp, bloated form into his arms, cradling her carefully; her belly taunt and round with larvae. The creature leapt up into the rafters and using his tail to balance, crawled along the roof. With instinctual skill his boney tail wrapped about the steel beams and with care he maneuvered her into the corner, then spraying a secretion of some kind from his maw the hybrid cocooned Brittany to the wall, the slimy fluid solidifying in seconds and holding her safely in place; leaving only her head and heavily distended belly uncovered.
She screamed and cried silently but Brittany, still poisoned numb and unable to move watched the beast disappear as her full and tightly packed fecundity gurgled and groaned as the new beings began to gestate.
Sheila and Rachelle had slumbered through hybrids’ arrival, they had slept as it made its way from dormitory to dormitory, from room to room and as such were sleeping still as the creature entered their own dorm. The eight33n-year-old barely heard the soft gurgled swallows behind her but it was enough to rouse her from a well needed sleep. Groggy and tired, her body heavy with three burgeoning lives, Rachelle turned with a great heaving effort and was greeted by sight only offered in nightmares. Her hands clapped around her mouth to muffle her terrified scream as she watched, horrified; the hybrid impregnate Sheila.
Its face was latched to her roommates, the creature was leaning over the self-entrapped female and though Rachelle could only see the things back and slight profile, she could see the massive orb of Sheilas’ pregnancy and it was clear something was wrong for small bulges and ripples formed here and there as the already giant dome of flesh stretched further and further until it looked as if the skin would tear apart under the tremendous strain.
Oh God, was all she could think, nonononononono!
With all the courage and strength she could muster Rachelle pushed herself from the bed. The floor was cold on her bare feet and the air chilly on her naked ass and belly; only a small sized tank top that clung to her milk engorged breasts like a second skin covered her ripened frame. Dizzy, nauseous and completely terrified Rachelle forced herself to take every step as quietly as possible; praying that whatever was attacking Sheila would not notice her and hopefully she would be able to find someone, anyone to help her. The halls, dimmed for the night hours looked almost as frightening as the events unfolding in her room but Rachelle pushed on. Waddling as fast and as stealthily as a girl eight and half months pregnant with triplets could, made her way down the dim corridor, looking, needing any other sign of life and as if heavens themselves opened up she was greeted with the faint light beneath the door of Morgans’ room. As quickly as she would dare Rachelle rushed to the door, burst through it to the welcome though startled cry of Morgan and the recently aroused Amber and slammed the door shut behind her, fear overwhelming good sense.
Morgan stared at the mocha skinned beauty irritably, she had just swallowed a gallon of Nicks cum and wanted sleep but after she had filled in Amber with the nasty details which she had almost done when she was rudely interrupted. Amber was sitting up, her mammoth belly filling her lap like a honey colored beach ball.
“What hell is,” but almost as quickly as she turned to rip the girl and new asshole she realized that the big bellied brat was standing in her room, half naked and…and shivering, “…Rachelle…what’s wrong? What happened?”
Even Amber, who wasn’t the most empathic of females knew something wasn’t right and subconsciously caressed her burgeoning fecundity, as if she could protect her babies from whatever fear was chasing Rachelle but it was quite apparent that no matter what was said there was something horribly wrong.
Looking at the two of them and knowing that the word about to escape her lips was complete truth despite how far fetched she had to say it.
“Monster…”
The hybrid had found his best host yet, her womb already tight and heavy with life; meaning she was fertile as all these hosts had been so far but this one, this one so wonderfully ripe it was almost intoxicating. He took his time filling her with larvae; even as the other escaped the hybrid continued to deliver his seed. Almost as lovingly as such a creature was he stroked her tremendous gravidity; heavy and taunt with both his young and her own, so much so that he could feel the incredible strain on her fecund womb; the heat radiating from her over distended flesh, small bulges forming with every new larvae packed within the confined space. It was instinct that told it when to cease the impregnation; gestation had begun and yet he knew that to fully develop his offspring would need more room, the host would need to grow.
Using another part of his body the hybrid broke down some of the larvae within his belly, turning them into fatty gel which he then regurgitated into the hosts mouth. The effects were almost instantaneous, her body now producing hormones to keep the new beings within her alive forced the process of the alien sustenance, producing fatty tissue at an inhuman rate until the tautness of her belly eased, not greatly but to the creature; safe enough until she would need to be fed again. He would have to do this for all his host until the young were born, but this was not a concern or worry to him; it was natural.
They arrived in the pool area shortly afterwards, but it was no longer a pool area; it was his hive. The walls looked like something organic and grown, dark and boney and rigid; the growth reaching out to halls just beyond the broken doors of the pool and into the water itself but not completely to the depths of the once crystal blue liquid, now red with the bodies of Darian, Max and few other orderlies that had the misfortune of roaming the halls; including Nick who had met his fate only minutes after shooting his load down Morgans’ throat. But it was not the strange new formation that dominated the features of the hive; it was its hosts, currently fourt33n of the very pregnant residence were cocooned within the hive; their heads and inhumanly swollen bellies the only things human in the dark place, including Brea; her arms sealed up over her head, the now monstrous swell of her belly, so completely turgid with larvae that she looked as if she were ready to burst with triplets, resting in her mucus covered lap; Becca, cocooned on the wall above her sister; her belly, once looking ready to pop with quintuplets now was a frighteningly distend globe of stretchmark riddled gravidity, quivering with every breath as the dozens upon dozens of larvae germinated within, Tabitha was next to Becca, the great mound of her fecundity a burgeoning sphere of glistening flesh. She was not yet the size of Becca or some of the other girls from the other dormitory but she looked far larger than one seven months heavy with triplets. Yet the biggest of them all was Brittany, the first to be impregnated and ripening quickly. If one were to guess, just by looking at her, the poor girl looked due with septuplets; if such a thing could be imagined but yet even she looked small in comparison to the newest arrival as those few girls who had not succumbed fear and had remained conscious watched Sheila get placed and cocooned between Tabitha and Becca. Once she was properly placed the hybrid moved about his host feeding them; it had time to gather the others for where could they run?
“Monster?”
Rachelle could only nod. Morgan turned to Amber and both felt the urge to bust out in laughter but something about the way Rachelle has whispered the word, the way she was still shivering half naked in their room and the way that she seemed too weak to even move held their tongues. Amber, still stifling the smile as if waiting for the joke looked at Rachelle the way a mother would an over excited *ch1ld*.
“And where is the monster?”
Rachelles’ eyes slowly rotated over to the sexy Italian blooded t33n and then she spoke, though her voice was barely a whisper.
“I…it a…attacked Shei…Sheila!”
“WHAT”, was the unified cry and Morgan bolted for the door and despite Rachelles’ best efforts to hold her back as she stormed-waddled across the hall! Rachelle fell against the wall as Amber heaved her massive girth from the bed, which creaked with the release of weight, and slowly made her way to the door. She watched for a long time until Morgan emerged from Rachelle and Sheilas’ room.
“Well?”
“She’s not here. There is some weird gunk on the bed and the sheets are all over but she’s not here”, Morgans’ voice slowly growing frantic with each syllable.
“Where the fuck does a girl nine plus months pregnant with quints just go? It takes her fift33n fucking minutes to waddle her fat ass down the hall!”
Morgan gave her a “look who’s talking” glare but it fell on the less than amused face of Amber.
“Where is she?”
Now Amber sounded more angry than frightened.
“I don’t fucking know Amber!”
Swollen and tired from the mere effort of getting out of bed Amber slowly turned her massive girth and was greeted by the terrified eyes of Rachelle.
“Monster.”
Laura had snuck out of her room only a couple of hours ago; unknowingly leaving Tabitha unprotected and alone when the hybrid arrived while postponing her own impregnation, though her reasoning wasn’t malicious but purely lust driven. Ian held her wide hips tight as his fat cock drove deeper and deeper into her pregnant young pussy. All the girls knew two things about the Aussie from Sydney; he was hung like a horse and love pregnant chicks.
Sweat dripped off her swollen belly, round ass and wobbling tits as the Australian native pounded her wet, slick sex for the fifth time since she showed up at his door. Ian had been one of the only two, besides Dr. Lang, to have the night off and as usual he left his door open to the first caller; today Laura had been the lucky lady.
He loved the feel of her soft yet taunt belly flesh, the way her fat milk filled E-cups bounced and sloshed with every thrust of his manhood, the way her plump ass cheeks wobbled and clapped against his skin…it was heaven on earth; though fucking Morgan was far more adventurous.
Laura was exhausted, her body shiny with sweat, her pussy was sore but she wasn’t ready yet to try anal so she took Ian as deeply as she could, hoping this time he’d finally get her to cum; he’d had five orgasms to her none and she wanted satisfaction.
“Come you fucker, give it to me”, she hissed, slamming her ass and crotch against him to push him deeper into canal and Ian responded in kind; increasing to a thunderous tempo forcing a primal growl from the big bellied vixen. Their respective moans and whimpers, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one other and their focus on the task at hand left them unaware and unprepared as the hybrid, having fed his brood was continuing his instinctual calling to breed.
Laura could feel her pussy quivering, she was so close and she knew just few more minutes would take her to ecstasy.
“Yesyesyesyesyesyes”, then there was a sudden wet splash on her back and yet she felt hot cum erupt into depths a second later! Ians’ cock slipped from her pussy and angrily she turned on disappointing orderly.
“What the hell do you…” and what greeted her was not the handsome, sun kissed face of a twenty five year-old Australian but the alien, mandible maw façade of the hybrid. She just opened her mouth to scream as it lurched forward, attaching itself to her face and seconds later the thick bulges of his larvae could be seen coursing down her throat.
Ians’ lifeless, decapitated head watched it all.
The three of them began searching room only after they convinced Rachelle that they needed more proof before alarming the center, but soon the proof was becoming noticeable; both Brea and Becca were gone, along with Laura, Tabitha, and Sheila. Amber nearly squealed out loud when they opened Venus’s door and found the gargantuan bellied Latina still sleeping close to half an hour later. Only Rachelle seemed to notice or care where Brittany was.
“Ummm…no idea”, Venus said in a sleepy voice, “could care less where that crazy bitch is anyway. And what the hell are you guys doing waking me up at two A.M., can’t you see me and little ones here need our sleep”, her voice half irritated and half joking.
She was absolutely huge, despite that Becca was further along with quints and Amber was just as pregnant with quads; Venus, who stood a towering four-foot-eleven-inches was almost a waddling ball of pregnancy and as such spoke true when she said she needed her sleep. For the past two months she, Amber, Sheila and Becca had been given one job; stay in bed and get fat and of the four, the once petite and curvy Latina had taken it to heart. Gorgeous in every way, Venus was also plump in every way and thus making her look as if she’d pop if she took in too deep a breath.
“Something is wrong Vee; Becca, Sheila, Brea, Laura, Tabitha and…well your bitch of a roommate are all missing and”, and Morgan hesitated at this point, “and well Rachelle said she saw something attacking Sheila!”
“Something”, Venus said skeptically because she could not imagine anything more important than sleep at the moment.
“Please come with us Vee”, Amber pleaded and there was true fear in the request, fear that made Venus listen.
“Okay, I’ll come with you but if they’re all in the cafeteria pigging out or something; pregnant or not, I'm kicking your asses!”
Dr. Emily Lang had volunteered to work in this facility because she loved delivering babies; especially since she was unable to have any. At thirty-two years old though the doctor was now one of the wealthiest and most experienced maternity doctors in the world, having delivered over twelve multiple births since her year at the island.
She had also come to learn how very lenient certain rules were at the center, especially those concerning the sexual fornications between the male and sometimes female staff and their patients. Even so, having to listen to Ian and whatever little “Daddy’s girl” he was with go at it for almost two hours was plain wrong, even more so considering three rooms separated hers from his…until it suddenly stopped and she could have sworn she heard the girl say something before going quite silent. The doctor, a slim young woman with hawkish features and little in the curvy department always slept in her scrubs when she worked the night shift so it was nothing took only the time to put on her shoes to exit her room and head three doors down to Ians’.
As she moved closer to the door she began to realize something was terribly wrong; first being the door was open and from it a pool of crimson was emerging, the second; the weird, forced gulping sounds emanating from the open room. Her pace slowed and as Emily drew closer to the door her mouth dropped for, standing so close to the pool she knew immediately that it was blood. Her vision moved upward and into the room and Emily Lang screamed!
On the floor was Ians’ body, his head a few feet away, the last of his blood was slowly pumping out of the gaping neck wound of where he had been decapitated. Lying on the bed was Ians’ conquest, her belly looking inhumanly swollen and gravid; small bumps and bulges forming across the expanding globe of flesh but it was the thing standing above her; a creature that was obviously humanoid but that was its only human feature. Emily was so terrified, so scared that all she could do was scream, and it was fear that blinded her the serpentine tail sliding up between her legs.
It moved so quickly the human was still screaming as her body fell apart; the sword like end of the hybrids tail whipping upward and slicing Dr. Emily Lang in two. The hybrid had done so effortlessly, almost all its concentrating focused on packing this new host with as much larvae as she could possibly hold. Once he was sure she was literally stuffed with young, poor Laura’s belly was literally quivering with pressure, the creature hoisted her up and began to head towards his hive.
“Did you hear that”, Rachelle said as Morgan and Amber eased Venus to her feet, the death cry of Emily Lang going quite silent suddenly.
“Yeah…what the fuck was it?”
“Not what”, Morgan said, a shiver coursing down her spine, “who?”
“We need to get the hell off this island!”
Now none of them, not even the once skeptical Venus could ignore that there was something awful happening at Bell-Reeve.
“The docks…we can use one of the support boats at the docks!”
Venus and Amber were both nodding in agreement and Rachelle was already moving towards the door but Morgan grabbed her arm, turning so she could see her face.
“We need food and medical supplies; do you remember how long it took to get here from Australia…two days! What if one of them”, looking back to Venus and Amber, “goes into labor while we’re at sea!”
Absently Rachelle nodding with understanding, though Morgan was quite sure if given the chance she’d run.
“You and Amber go get supplies from the doctors’ office, Venus and I will get food. We meet at the back lobby in fift33n minutes okay!”
“Morgan…unless you plan to get a wheelchair and push me, it’s gonna take a lot longer than fift33n minutes for me to waddle my fat ass down the hall, let alone the to the cafeteria!”
Sighing, the self appointed leader couldn’t argue.
“Okay, we move as fast as we can. Two hours and then we get the fuck outta here!”
The silent nod was all they needed and the four waddled out of the room, Morgan and Venus towards the western wing in the center of the complex, Amber and Rachelle east, towards the staffs’ quarters; each hoping this would not be the last time they saw one another.
Back in the hive Brittany and some of the other girls, including Becca and Brea had regained their voices.
“I…I can feel them, th…their growing inside me,” one girl whispered across the room.
“Their growing in all of us you dumb bitch”, Brittany hissed; her belly had not grown since Sheila’s arrival but the damage was done; despite the fact she was literally glued in place her body ached from the rapid change and gain in weight.
“Becca…what’s going to happen to us?”
I don’t know Bre…Brea”, the older of the twins breathed as her monstrous fecundity expanded slightly, the flesh creaking with the effort. All over the girls began to speak and cry; some screaming as they awoke into the nightmare before them but all of them went silent as the hybrid entered. In his arms was Laura, her belly bulging insanely with larvae, wrapped in his tail were corpses; more than likely Ians’ though his head was no longer attached and Dr. Emily, even cut in half she was recognizable which meant only four people were left unaccounted for; two of them so close to giving birth it would be a miracle if they could even get out of bed. Casually the bodies were tossed into the blood soaked pool as the thing made its’ way towards one of the empty spots on the wall. Becca was uncontrollably shaking as the alien beast held Laura in place as he cocooned her to the wall. It dropped heavily to the floor and in silence left his hive. All that could be heard were the stifled sobs or silent whimpers throughout the birthing room, not even Brittany had the courage to speak.
It took them almost half an hour to reach the east wing; Ambers’ t-shirt was damp with sweat, her skin shiny and red with exertion; the young girl not having walked further than the distance of her bed to the bathroom and back in almost three months, this was the most exercise her body had seen in some time. Rachelle was tired too but being taller and not as yet far along or nearly as heavy, she was not as worn as her companion by the time they entered the hall.
Almost immediately they froze for a long, dark crimson trail of blood led out of the main hall near the front lobby and information desk and down through the main portion of the complex, directly towards in Morgan and Venus’s direction.
“We have to hurry!”
Ambers’ voice was shaky as when she spoke but a glance at Rachelle steeled her nerves, though the ready-to-drop young female was visibly trembling she knew the eight33n year-old was almost to the breaking point.
“Rachelle, sit behind the desk and keep an eye out. You know what this thing looks like so scream and hide if you see it.”
The mocha skinned female nodded and quickly went for the desk while Amber ponderously moved further down the hall. Blood covered the floor; a thick pool of it could easily be seen coming from Ians’ room, light pour out above it and it took everything for Amber not to vomit. She was grateful that the medical supplies closet was many, many doors away from the gory scene and even happier when she found it unlocked; but then remembered the big hissy fit one of the girls in the other door cut her finger and bitched that she couldn’t even get a band-aid without having to call a nurse. She opened the door the small room, giving Rachelle; who was huddled down behind the receptionist’s desk, one last glance and stepped in.
There was very, very little room for someone of her girth to move but Amber found a way to work around; simply dumping a box of gauze pads on the floor and shoveling whatever she thought would be handy in the empty container; it didn’t hurt that she could use her massive belly as a makeshift shelf. It was unfortunate that Amber couldn’t be quieter in her efforts.
Rachelle was literally shivering on her hands and knees, her head just inching above the desk to give her some sort of limited vision but it was of little help because every shadow that moved in the dim halls made her jump or squeak in fear. Yet she nearly fainted when the creature emerged from the passage leading into the next dorm. Her hands wrapped over her mouth despite the fact Amber needed to be warned and the terrified young girl fell back against the wall, knocking aside the swivel chair usually occupied by one of the many orderlies in the facility. For the first time in her life Rachelle couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, she could hardly breathe as the hybrid turned to face her, slimy drool pouring from its alien lips. Unconsciousness had never been more welcomed as Rachelle collapsed, leaving the hybrid free to do as he would.
He recognized the scent of this female and knew it was the one that had escaped his grasp earlier but another scent, a far more powerful and fertile scent drew his attention and seeing this host lying there motionless he knew he would have time to retrieve her, the hybrid silently moved towards his next host.
Amber was nearly finished. She had given herself only five minutes in the room and had a box full of supplies and a spare medical bag packed, both balanced on her gravid womb. Carefully she worked her way out the room but stopped when she ran into something hard and hot, wet sticky fluid dripped down her back, easing into the crack of her slightly exposed ass. Tears formed up in her eyes, her lips trembled and the box slid off the slope of her belly, the bag somehow remained.
“Ra…Rachelle”, Amber half asked half whimpered. The cold hiss behind the hugely pregnant ninet33n-year-old told her that it was not Rachelle, it wasn’t even human. The word monster suddenly filled her thoughts. Amber hardly had the chance to contemplate her next move when she was suddenly spun around to face the nightmare, though her last thought was, My babies!
The hybrid held her tight to the wall as her throat bulged and contracted with each larva he pumped into her. It took many, many minutes before Ambers’ even belly began to signs of fullness; the great swollen orb was soon glistening with sweat as her body temperature rose in its efforts to create life. She was the best host so far though the scent of an even better host already had his attention. Stretchmarks darkened as the flesh creaked and moaned, expanding bigger; fuller until it was literally aching to burst. As with Sheila, the hybrid immediately began his feeding process, her plump frame eager to accept the fattening nourishment until he knew she was safe to transport. Cradling her gently in his arms the hybrid move back towards the front and carefully collected the unconscious Rachelle; he would tend to her in the hive.
An hour passed before Morgan and Venus reached the cafeteria, the Latina was wet with sweat, the flesh of her tremendously swollen fecundity glistened with it.
“I…I can’t move any more…t…gulp…too tired”, she said panting as Morgan helped her ease into one of the very accommodating seats spread out through the lounge like eatery.
“Fuck I'm fat!”
Maggie chuckled and gave the distended sphere a soft caress.
“Rest up while I get the food. It’s a long damn walk to the docks.”
Venus nodded tiredly and closed her eyes as Morgan slipped into the kitchen and began stuffing an empty storage box with as much nonperishable food as she could, mostly candy and Little Debbie snack cakes and bottles of water. The whole process took about fift33n minutes but once satisfied she had enough for all four girls Morgan hefted up the box and laboriously carried it out into the main lounge. She returned to Venus only to find her snoring softly.
“Okay, I’ll wake you up after I take this shit to the boat. You’d better be to move that fat Latin butt of yours when I get back.”
Venus shifted slightly but otherwise gave no sign that she had heard any of what Morgan had just said. Not really wanting to leave the massively pregnant, very vulnerable girl alone she knew she had very few options at this point and with a tired, reluctant sigh she waddled out the back doors towards the docks.
Their soft whimpers and terrified gasps were ignored as the girls could only watch Rachelle get impregnated, the dark skin of her belly swelling with each forced swallow of the regurgitated eggs. The flesh stretched and groaned with each passing of the larvae until the distended mound looked frighteningly similar to Tabithas’ burgeoning, larva filled gravidity; which was visibly throbbing as the things within rapidly matured. Yet, despite the macabre show it was hard not to notice Amber, her belly size rivaling that of Sheila and Brittany; who was grimacing through another growth spurt, whimpering softly, “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts”, over and over.
The creature suddenly detached from Rachelle and turned towards the nearly completely sealed wall that once led to the outside. It roared ominously; send terrified shivers through all those who could move and then the thing rushed forward and dove into the blood colored, body filled water. It had caught Morgans’ scent.
Morgan waddled as fast as possible towards the docks, passing directly by the pool and unbeknownst to her, all her friends; cocooned, fattened and impregnated with alien young. She was so lost in concentration she did not even notice the strange organic stuff emanating from the water or the door but a sudden roar of something very unearthly made her freeze.
She looked at the pool then and screamed as the water exploded out and the hybrid landed thunderously just a few yards infront of her. Morgan dropped the supplies and as fast as her gravid body would allow she ran. But the monster, for that was all she could think to call it, was much faster and Morgan had just dared to glance back when she abruptly stopped, as if she had hit a wall of steel but the hot, wet breath on her cheek told Morgan what she feared the most.
“No…pl…please no…” she whimpered hoarsely, her head turning just enough to see the drooling, gruesome features of the hybrid. Morgan screamed but her voice was muffled out abruptly as the hybrid attached its’ face to hers. She tried to hold her lips shut but suddenly they fell numb, her whole body went weak and Morgan could feel the impregnating tube slither down her throat and the first of many, many larvae begin to slip into her womb. Uncontrollable tears leaked from her eyes and all Morgan could think of was Venus, vulnerable, alone and too pregnant to run.
“No…pl…please no…” she whimpered hoarsely, her head turning just enough to see the drooling, gruesome features of the hybrid. Morgan screamed but her voice was muffled out abruptly as the hybrid attached its’ face to hers. She tried to hold her lips shut, to even push the thing away from her but suddenly they fell numb, her whole body went weak, her arms felt so heavy, too heavy to hold up and Morgan could feel the impregnating tube slither down her throat as her arms dropped to her sides and then the first of many, many larvae begin to slip from the invading phallus and spill into her womb. Uncontrollably tears began leaked from her eyes and all Morgan could think of; even more surprising to her, was of Venus, vulnerable, defenseless, alone, too big and far too pregnant to run. Hopefully Amber and Rachelle would find her!
The hybrid used one hand to hold Morgans’ limp body, the other explored the growing vastness of her womb which was soon packed tight and heavy with his brood but he just continued on pumping larva into the confining space; despite his eagerness to get to the greatest of all the hosts; the most fertile of the lot by her scent which was strong and thick on this particular female.
If she could Morgan would’ve screamed for the thing to stop; her belly was so full and engorged with the things he was filling her with that she was certain she’d burst if it continued. Only after a second did she think of the three lives that had been growing within her for the past seven months and Morgan wanted to cry, really cry. They didn’t deserve this fate; none of them did but she was truly thankful when at last the monster detached itself from her mouth, her burgeoning belly was so incredibly gravid and taunt that every move it made, no matter how gentle or careful, made Morgan think the too tight flesh would split open. She was so full of larvae she looked like Amber and she now felt sorry for all the times she had made fun of her roommate.
He carried her gently into the hive and Morgan suddenly realized the depths of the horror she was now facing for she could see every girl in Bell-Reeve was here, cocooned and swollen ripe, like herself, the bodies of the staff were blooded carcasses in the pool and even more so, how truly alone Venus was; Rachelle was unconscious but obviously ballooned with things for her poor belly was quivering violently and Amber, oh Amber, she had looked as if she was going to pop before but now…now she looked as if she was exploding in slow motion her poor stomach was so swollen. All the girls were huge; Sheila and Becca were amongst the largest of the lot, along with Amber, some Asian girl, Lei if she remembered right and Brittany…that bitch was enormous and whimpering because she was visibly growing bigger; small bumps were poking out all over her distended orb. Oh God, what’s inside us, Morgan screamed silently as the thing cocooned her next to Amber.
Once it had Morgan securely in place it leapt onto the organic like walls and scrambled over to Brittany, attaching itself to her face and it was amazing and frightening to watch as fat seemed to form almost instantly on the young girls’ body, the bumps grew still and Brittany fell limp and quiet. The monster proceeded another feeding of all the girls now, some crying out or whimpering as it approached but soon falling as silent as death; even Morgan got fed; the sickening meaty substance flowed down her mouth like vomit and all she wished was that it would end, that the nightmare would.
The feeding took almost an hour; some girls like Amber, Sheila, Becca and Lei needed a longer feeding due to their size and Morgan would guess the number of things growing in them. Once done it turned and following the most delicious of scents, the hybrid closed in on the last and greatest of its hosts.
It had found her at last. She was wonderful; so massively ripe, her fecund middle burgeoning out before her meaty, plump frame; the fertile musk her body released was unrelenting to the hybrid and if it could it would have smiled. She was close though, very close; if he had not found her she would have not been so utterly perfect for his young, and as such the hybrid descended to his most prized of hosts.
Venus was dreaming; despite the danger around her; four lives were growing within her, using energy and nourishment and her body needed rest, so Venus was sleeping and Venus was dreaming. They were flowing dreams, of bright days under the sun, of her unborn *ch1ld*ren, of eating and getting fat, of sex; yummy wonderful sex and then of a waterfall, the warm wet flow coursing over the massively swollen slope of her gravid form. Yet, even in the depths of sleep Venus could feel the liquid on her flesh, it was hot, sticky and it pulled her back to consciousness.
Slowly her eyes opened, it was dark and yet Venus knew she was not alone and as her vision became focus she could see the drooling rows of teeth, the monster that had only been an illusion before and horror, true horror.
“Our father, who art in heaven”, she began to softly whisper as the hybrid pulled her forward and attached itself to her face. Venus swallowed despite her instincts; thick egg like bulges coursed down her throat endlessly and like the others she could feel them as they took hold within her distended womb but for her the process was far slower for the hybrid took his time; he wanted her to be the best and greatest of his hosts and she would be.
Almost an hour passed as the hybrid regurgitated his larvae into the too full depths of Venus’s womb but unlike the others he fed her as he impregnated her; fattening her too such a degree that Venus felt her insides push and adjust to accommodate the amount of things he was filling her with. It was a long, long time before the young girl began to show signs of being full, but those signs were quite noticeable when they came; her gargantuan womb was dark and smeared with stretchmarks, little bulges could be seen forming all about the shiny, tightly pulled flesh, her skin was soon drum tight and quivered with the intense pressure within. When at last the impregnation was done Venus Lupe Haviere looked as if she were ready burst, so full was she that her ready-to-drop belly was almost twice its original size; making her by far the largest of all his hosts, even the rapidly developing Brittany.
All the girls watched in numbed awe as Venus, the last of the girls in Bell-Reeve, was at last cocooned within the hive, the hybrid placing on the far wall at the center; facing the rest of the hive like a queen. Even the biggest of the young hosts were struck dumb by the inhuman size of poor Venus and silently, some were thankful and other pitying but all of them knew for fact that they would soon be as massive as her and once they were…the things inside them would come out. Only Morgan realized that not one of them was in a proper birthing position leaving the only way to deliver would be the most frightening and horrible way she could imagine.
