Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180910043729/@comment-36855838-20180922154524

Let's give this a shot.

Fair warning, this gets horrific, and sexy, sexxific?

The devilbug stares down at me, eager for my response.

I take a step back, she doesn't move, I walk ten paces away, she begins to tear up, but she simply sighs and turns back to her door.

She was sincere!

I walk as silently as passible back over to her, and tap her shoulder.

She turns, a hopeful expression adorning her beautiful face.

I stare up into her eyes, and grab a bag of groceries.

I slip past her into the apartment, and sure enough, there was a mess, flour littered her kitchen counters, and several mixing bowls sat in the sink.

"Sorry, this is kinda messier than usual, I did a bit of baking this morning and I had to rush to work."

She seems to merely pass through the kitchen and back out, but when I look again, it's perfectly spotless.

Just like the rest of the apartment.

I sit in a very cushy armchair, and she manages to plant her 7.5 foot curvaceous form in my lap.

That feels good, maybe even amazing.

I slowly move my arms from the armrests, and wrap them around her lower torso.

Breasts to rival a holstaur just barely touch the tops of my arms, and I find myself reclining the chair just to push against her a little better 'down there'.

She clearly feels it by this point, I haven't bothered trying to hide it at all.

She clacks her antennae together, I've been sitting, draped over by her wings and elytra for a good minute now, and all she's done to me is gently push back.

I feel quite the release building, but I can't escape her weight, I feel her shift, and I'm suddenly pantsless, and I'm poking out of my boxers and into her depths.

I let go, it feels incredible.

Panting, I force out a few words.

"Yes. Hell yes. Tomorrow, my place, bring bread."

She gets up off of me, and turns around, before I know it, I'm dressed, and at the door.

Or, more accurately, staring at it from the outside.


 * The very next day.

A knock at the door, I check the peephole, and all I see is cleavage, definitely her.

I open up, she steps in with a good twenty loaves of bread, she also brought what looks like a hamster's water bottle.

It's as big as my torso.

She begins setting up a large stand to the left of the bed, filling the bottle with water from my refridgerator, and adding slices of prisoner fruit to it.

I see her stuffing loaves of bread onto a folding table to the right of the bed, and then she casually carries me there.

Lying on the mattress, I see nothing but pure, unstoppable lust in her eyes.

She washes over me like a tsunami of sex, her wings fanning frantically, the pheromones enough to make a bowl of yoghurt diamond hard.

Round after round, it just never ends, My lust won't subside, and neither will hers.

Tired, and voracious, she picks up a loaf and starts devouring it like a cob of corn, crumbs falling everywhere.

She supplements her bread with the water, and leaps at me again.

I barely get a bite and a sip before I'm back in the fray, more eager than ever.

Not once did I climax outside of her.

We eventually drift off to sleep.

I wake to a peculiar view, the walls, floor, and even the edges of the ceiling are coated in translucent orange-brown orbs.

Something larval is squirming around in them.

The bed, the space around it, and the way to the door are the only places free of the orbs.

I make my way out of the bedroom.

The girl I just enjoyed a night of passion with is nowhere to be seen, but the orbs are, every spot in my apartment, save paths to the untouched kitchen and exit, are coated.

I slowly make my way to her apartment, the spheres stretching towards me as I pass.

Her door is open, and she is sitting in that same armchair, her belly larger, but not by much.

She lays another egg, 1/16th the size of the ones in my bedroom, spits an odd substance on it, and lobs it against the opposite wall, it sticks like the many before it.

Her antennae cross.

"Hi honey!"

Not angry that I got her superpregnant, I'm safe!

"Hi."

"You were asleep, so I decided to start laying our children as a surprise! Do you like your present, baby?"

I look up at her big, brown, beautiful eyes.

"Yeah."

Just as I say this, I hear a slurping, sloshing, gushing noise coming from my bedroom.

I go to check it out, but she says to simply wait here, and that I shouldn't see this part.

I leave anyway, and arrive at my bedroom to find five short, curvy devilbugs stuffing their faces with the eggs unfortunate enough not to hatch first.

They snarl and clack antennae at one another, each trying to out-eat the others.

It's easy to see why, with each egg eaten, their curves grow, along with a boost to height and muscles.

Their mother grasps my shoulders, and carefully steers me away from the bedroom.

I see a larva hatch in the hall, and squirm towards a smaller egg to begin her metamorphic feast.

A few others hatch, competing as hard as possible for the vital nutrients they need to seduce a man and continue the cycle.

I cower behind my darling in the armchair, nestled once again beneath her wings.

She hums, and coos soothingly, lobbing egg after egg against the wall as she does.

A few hours later, she stops laying, and five minutes after that, no eggs remain. Just 40 daughters instead, with curves and height to rival their mother, but no capability of speech.

Over the course of several months, they get a good grasp of language, and soon leave 'the nest' to find husbands of their own.

Soon after, the city was overtaken, and as food was less scarce, fewer canniballistic cullings occurred, more eggs hatched with each generation.

The devilbug population soared, and the farming and smithing industries were taken over completely by my great grandchildren.

Food was plentiful, and prosperity bloomed.

And most other monsters were either bent to the devilbugs will, or crowded out.

An arachne who attempted to catch and slay several devilbugs was impaled publicly on a stake, and her husband was made a public breeding partner exclusively for devilbugs.

Resistance efforts quickly plummeted after that.

Holstaur and minotaur alike were placed into milk farms, the few men they got were ones who had misbehaved, and as their numbers grew, men learned to keep in line to avoid that horrific fate.

Audio recordings of the various possible punishments for disobedience replaced most commercial breaks in radio broadcasts.

The many who behaved were treated gentler, as a contrasting positive reinforcement.

Listening to rules and commands was met with anything from hugs to fellatio.

And encouragement for devilbugs to do this for rule-followers occupied the remaining commercial slots.

At a restaraunt now run by my brother's daughter, whom he produced with my granddaughter, I noticed a particularly fine-dressed fellow having dinner with two devilbugs, and their twenty some daughters.

I asked him how he was doing, and he said he had mowed his lawn, fixed the roof, finished the basement, and pruned his niece's garden, so his wife and her sister were treating him to a fancy dinner out, and had promised him his favorite, vanilla holstaur ice cream.

That was one of the most expensive items on the menu!

I turned back to my simple salad, my wife and eldest daughter being the only ones eating with me meant that our table was noticeably empty, the large size of most families nowadays had led to a massive scale-up in seating at public venues.

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2019

Edit:

Fixed some minor soelling errors, no alteration to core of the text whatsoever.