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“Man, you’d think with all that extra RAM these fuckin nerds have in their heads they’d have a better handle on their data recovery methods” Emil muttered, standing in the rain outside the broker shop kiosk.
The virtual broker didn’t react. “ Press A to confirm or B to reject job listing” it prompted.
Emil scratched at his stubble, mulling it over. This would be the fourth job he’d taken on for the week… and, realistically, he didn’t have the time… But the credits were fantastic and right by where he needed to be his second gig… hmmm.
He shrugged and hit confirm.
The virtual broker beeped and pinged his comm, sending the jobs details scrolling down the corner of his vision. Emil skimmed them as he made his way down the road towards the garage. Looked like some sub-legal genetic research group’s experiment went sideways in a big way and now they need someone to go back to the vacated building to recover their data files. Seems straightforward enough… so why the triple digit credit reward?
“Must be some fucked up porn the director forgot to save,” he chuckled to himself, “I’ll have to take a look for myself when I get there…”
It didn’t take long on his bike to reach the nondescript building on the map. After assessing the front door, Emil sauntered around back to where the delivery doors were. They had been boarded up but with a persuasive kick he convinced them to let him through, strolling into the building only to have an ungodly smell smack him right in the nostrils. It was like a mix of rotting cotton candy and cheap vanilla candles and he immediately felt a headache forming.
“Augh! what the hell were they making in here?”
He pulled his shirt collar over his nose and continued inside. Hopefully the data transfer wouldn't take him too long.
The nav given to him by the science nerds guided him through the ground level area, which had been mostly picked clean by scrappers. He kept walking, he wasn’t here for copper pipes or dented medical supplies.
The nav led him to a vaulted door recessed into the back wall of the facility. There were scorchmarks all up along the seams where the scrappers had tried (and failed) to break in but it held steady. He heard his comm ping and a panel next to the door lit up green when he approached. The door let off some steam as the lock disengaged, pulling away from the frame. But then it stopped.
Emil paused, giving it a hearty kick before groaning and fitting his long thin fingers through the gap to pull it out the rest of the way. Then his hands closed around something wet and sticky.
“ECH! GROSS!”
He wrenched his hand back, which was now covered in a yellow waxy substance that clung to his skin.
Disgusted, he wiped it off on the adjoining wall before turning his headlight on and sticking it through the gap in the doorframe.
All he saw was a sheet of amber colored goop.
“Perfect.” he groaned, grabbing an abandoned lab coat, wrapping it around his hand and shoving the door open all the way.
A sheet of goop sluiced off the wall to the floor into a gelatinous pile, revealing a long and unlit hallway absolutely covered in the same waxy yellow substance. It coated the floors, it coated the walls, even the ceiling had it dripping down in stringy webs. Not only that, but the smell was way worse here, making his eyes water and his temples pound. An ominous low buzz emanated from further in.
“You’re fucking kidding me…”
He checked the quest marker on his vis display and… yep, of course, the server room was straight ahead. He would have turned around at that point had not the blinking reward amount reminded him of why he was here in the first place. He looked down at his shoes.
You can buy 20 new ones once you’re done with this job, so get in the goop, pussy.
Welp, Emil couldn’t argue with that logic, so he took a deep breath, hiked up his pants, and stepped into the hallway, where his boot promptly sunk up to the ankle in gunk.
“Sick” he hissed, “the fuck is this stuff??”
Thankfully the quest marker guided him through the twisting identical hallways and soon he found himself in front of a darkened set of double doors labeled “server room”.
Emil could have cried in relief. It was weirdly humid in here so he was hot and sweaty as well as being nauseous. Also the persistent low buzzing echoing off the sticky walls was starting to unnerve him. The sooner he finished, the better.
He pulled his sleeve over his hand and grabbed the doorhandle, wrenching it open against the layers of waxy buildup around the frame.
The inside air almost made him hurl, it was boiling. On each side of him, rows and rows of towers whirred loudly in a desperate attempt to cool themselves, all the fans together sounding like a huge swarm of electric bees.
Emil steadied himself at the door.
Hang in there champ, you’re almost there! Just get in and get the fuck out!
He stepped in, and into another world completely.
From the jarringly high ceilings stretched down giant waxy yellow pillars made out of the same stuff as the goop, except hardened into a hexagonal pattern. Some were sealed with a cap and others lay empty. They hung down from the ceiling, they grew up from the ground, they even lodged themselves in between towers with the result being a rather cave-like appearance, which was an interesting sight juxtaposed next to all the high tech hardware.
Emil grimaced and pressed on. Like hell he was gonna throw in the towel this close to his biggest payout ever. The quest marker blinked brightly next to a mostly uncovered console at the back of the room. The nerds had given him all the passcodes he needed to get into the system, and with a bit of poking around, he managed to get it to boot.
“Welcome, New User.”
Emil fisted the air. “YEA BITCH”
From there, he just had to connect his interfacing cable to the drive, upload that to their cloud drive and BOOM, he was in the green! He even picked up a bigger drive so that the transfer would go quicker, a good purchase in hindsight given his current surroundings.
“Connection secure. Initiating data transfer… Warning: High CPU temperatures Est. completion time: 4hrs and 25 minutes
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emil wiped a line of sweat from his brow, staring at the screen in disbelief. A million different images flashed by as they transferred from one to the other, almost too fast to register but amongst the spreadsheets and notes files, Emil occasionally caught glances of things he probably shouldn’t be seeing.
Pictures of dismembered body parts, bloody operatory theaters… bug? faces?
“Woah, so they were doing some fucked up shit here,” he said, scrolling through the transferred images. There were pictures of several different types of bugs he’d never even seen before, and they were all massive. Like, the size of people massive, standing on two legs and looking rather… people-ey. Emil narrowed his eyes.
“Hate to have those things show up to my backyard barbeque”
But hey, it didn’t matter to him, he was just the errand guy, if they wanted to bioengineer massive bug people, it wasn’t his hassle as long as he got paid.
Emil stood up and stretched. He might as well wait out in the hallway for the transfer to finish, it was way too fuckin hot in here. So he waded his way around the towers towards the front door. As he trudged, a submerged cable hidden beneath the muck snagged his foot and he toppled straight into one of the capped off capsule-lookin things.
“Oh fuck!” He shouted as his hand went straight through the waxy seal, causing him to sink up to his elbow in some sort of warm gooey substance.
Cursing heavily, Emil struggled to pull his arm out of the capsule, only to feel something move against his skin.
He froze, staring into the dark hollow, and saw something soft and white squirm around in the goop. It made a faint highpitched whine as it writhed about.
“What in the-”
Suddenly right above him came the loudest droning buzz he’d ever heard in his life. He flinched bad and rolled to the side purely on instinct.
Good move, because only seconds later, something huge and ANGRY crashed right onto the spot he’d just been occupying.
There were only emergency lights on in the room so he could barely make out what he was looking at but by the way it moved, he could tell it was pissed. Long gossamer wings beat the air, making the buzz reverberate in his chest. There were a bunch of long craggy limbs in the front that dragged its absolutely monstrous abdomen towards the broken capsule.
It kept waving its stalky antennae over it and then at him, back to the capsule, and then back to him.
Emil was in the process of frantically unsticking his shoes when it charged him.
He let out a girlish scream and drew his twin blades, lighting the ugly things face up purple before he sunk both blades to the hilt down into its gnashing mandibles.
It dropped like a stone right in front of him, collapsing into a heap while absolutely drenching him in the resulting spray of bodily fluids.
It reeked but fortunately there was so much of it that it diluted the goop somewhat, allowing Emil to pull his feet free and retreat to safety.
“Jesus fuck, what was that??” he shouted to no one, wiping the creatures liquids from his face. Screw this job, he wasn’t about to take on an army of mutant killer bugs just for some creds.
Leaving the transfer drive, Emil peeled out of the double doors as fast as he could go, following his footsteps back towards the exit. He was going so fast that he didn’t see the long thin sheet of goop spanning the hallway, clotheslining himself and crashing through another set of double doors.
He sat there frantically yanking at the stuff, panicking as loud droning buzzing filled his ears. Did he crack his skull on the concrete??
Finally getting enough off his eyelids to open them, he looked around, but regretted it immediately.
He was in a spacious warehouse of some sort. The ceiling had partially caved in, illuminating the thousands of giant droning insects lining the walls in the glowing neon colors of the street lights above.
Emil slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming. He stood up, backing up to the door and opening it slowly.
Unfortunately, the open door meant letting the hot air from the hallway rush into the room, carrying his scent with it.
The reaction was instantaneous. He only caught a glimpse through the door’s window as he took off running, but he could hear them all drop from the walls all at once. He had a solid headstart, but he only got about 20 feet down the hallway before the double doors to the warehouse exploded off their hinges and a river of angry buzzing human sized bugs came tearing after him.
Think fast, rabbit his mind screamed. The halls were empty, there were no open doors to duck in. There were no other options.
He stopped, turned around and drew his twin blades, lighting the dark hallway up a bright purple.
They came in waves and Emil hacked and slashed as much as he could, dodging arm-thick stingers and gnashing mandibles. He only had a second to notice before a rumbling noise from above him collapsed the ceiling, casting him into complete darkness.
He awoke standing up but submerged up to his neck in the yellow waxy gunk. All around him, the giant bug monsters stared at him like props from a movie, completely still. The lights had been turned on somehow so Emil could now see that they weren’t entirely… buggy. They all stood on two legs just like in the photos, with two sets of jointed arms ending in tarsal claws, five of them, like a hand. Protruding from their inhumanly thin waists was a giant yellow abdomen covered in black and yellow stripes. They reminded him of the wasps that would swarm spilled soda cans at the boardwalk when he was a kid.
Just watching them regard him with their bulging compact eyes made Emil want to hurl. Unfortunately, all his retching noises did was alert them that he was awake.
One wasp separated itself from the crowd and approached him, effortlessly towering over him despite Emil being quite tall himself.
And then it opened up its mandibles and spoke.
“You… kill… queen.” It stated, every word underwritten with a groaning sort of hum.
Oh fuck, they can talk, was Emil’s first thought. OH FUCK, was his second, you killed their fuckin queen, they’re gonna murder you and suck out your guts!!!!
Others in the crowd echoed the first angrily.
“Queen!”
“Queen is dead!”
“Hive will fade!”
“Kill invader!”
Emils heart was pounding against his ribs, mind racing, trying to think of anything.
“I didn’t know that was your queen! She attacked me! I was just trying to get out!” Emil shouted, praying the moral rationale of sentient bugmen was more sophisticated than their speech was.
“Invader fought queen?”
“Queen fell to invader…”
“Strong invader…”
“Hmm, need strong queen”
Emil squirmed around in the hardened goop pile, hands brushing against his sheathed blades. If they weren’t gonna kill him right away, he could at least buy time.
“Right, so, good luck finding a new queen, sorry about the old one, what say you guys just let me go and I promise you’ll never see me again, eh?”
The lead wasp’s antennae waved thoughtfully.
“New queen…” It hissed.
Emil nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! New queen! You’ll find a new one, don’t worr-EHGh”
The bugman hooked Emil’s mouth open with its long claws and tilted his head back as far as it would go. It stood over him and started producing a viscous white substance from a gland on its head, which started flowing down its face and right into Emils’ open mouth.
This time Emil did scream, and loudly. That is, until the substance hit the back of his throat, and then he was coughing and hacking and spewing it everywhere. A few of the bugmen in the crowd lurched forwards, lapping at the substance with long, tube-like tongues, but the first bugman quickly swatted them away.
“New queen!” it hissed.
Emil didn’t hear them, he was preoccupied with spitting out as much of the gunk as he could.
Sick, Disgusting, I’ll never get the taste out, Fuck, *hng* Gross, *Anh* Nasty… -wait.
It took him a second. Like the buildup before a freefall. But when it hit, it hit all at once and he suddenly and explosively came in his pants. Completely soft at first but filling out rapidly with each successive pump.
Emil made a strangled noise in his throat and he went completely stiff as his entire body was seized in the most intense, all consuming orgasm he’d ever experienced.
The inside of his mouth tingled like he was chewing on electricity, and each muscle twitch was like cumming in and of itself. He stood there, neck deep in goop, and cried and moaned as all of the bugmen stood around him, silently watching him lose his mind.
“Ahhn, what is thiss??” Emil moaned openmouthed. Every second was getting more intense, paralyzing in its pleasure. He couldn’t stop his body from convulsing in excruciating bliss.
“Royal Jelly” The bugman said matter of factly, making a gurgling sound in its throat. It produced some of that yellowish wax from its dripping mandibles and added it to the goop already piled up underneath him.
“Whuh- whattt are yuo doin?” Emil groaned, eyes rolled back in his head.
“You will emerge reborn. New queen” it said, almost reverently.
“w-wussat” Emil couldn’t think clearly at all, the aftershock of his orgasm completely consuming him. His hips jerked violently, trying desperately to get some friction on his crotch, but only succeeding in jostling his belt around.
The bugman ignored his twitching and continued to build layer after layer of wax. Emil, oblivious to it in his state, just moaned and humped at the walls of his cocoon.
Suddenly, he hit just the right angle on his retracted swords and they activated from his hip holsters, punching two plasma holes in the hardened wax and causing the whole thing to explode in a shower of pieces.
The bugman jumped back in surprise, leaving Emil to collapse to the ground, limp and tingling.
But he recovered quicker than the bugmen, stumbling to his feet and making a beeline straight for the corner of the warehouse with the hole in the roof.
He had no idea how he moved so fast or how he evaded so many bugmen, but he was running and dodging and climbing so much that suddenly he found himself topside again, where he collapsed into a heap as the drizzling rain made the pavement glow with neon light.
Emil didn’t even remember making it home. He just found himself back at his apartment, pumping his cock desperately under the hot stream of his shower. He came several more times before collapsing blissfully onto his bathroom floor.
The morning after, however, was anything but pleasurable.
He woke up and the first thing he became aware of was the fact that every one of his muscles screamed in pain. His whole body throbbed like a bruise and it was a good few minutes before he could roll himself over and off his face.
He sat up against the toilet and blinked at the grey morning light coming through his tiny skylight.
“What the fuck was that?” He said to himself, before emptying his guts into the toilet.
The rest of the day was just as miserable. Without his bike (which he had left at the lab) he had to take the holo-tram to his next gig, and spent the next few hours fighting off the nausea and vertigo. When he got home, his whole body felt like it had been stomped on by a pair of angry steeltoe boots. He sat down on his ratty couch and just put his head in his hands. Holy shit that high was amazing but the comedown was so not worth it. Never again.
He ended up spending the rest of that week sore and irritable, that was easy to explain, but what was not was how pent up he was starting to get. He did his best to forget about what happened down there as much as he could but every so often images would flash across his mind and he’d feel his junk react again. He started popping random boners like he was 15 again, and it even got so bad that he had to excuse himself on the job one night just to futilely jerk himself out back. But it ended the same as all his other previous attempts, with little more than an unfulfilling build up and then, nothing.
Emil let out a frantic breath, worried that the jelly had fucked up his dick somehow. He hadn’t been able to come for at least 5 days now and his nuts felt like leaden weights in his pants. He needed to do something.
He zipped himself up and walked around to the front of the bar he was bouncing at, intending on telling the manager he was sick when he happened to glance across the street. And froze.
The bleak tall building from which he’d escaped naught but a week ago loomed over him from across the street. Suddenly all the memories he’d been trying to repress all week came flooding back and his dick gave a solid throb in his pants. Like it wanted to go back.
No Way.
No Fucking Way, he was just gonna get himself killed and they’d never find hi-
Emil cursed as he slipped through the already open doors to the underground part of the facility. He was only coming back for the drive. That was it. With the money he got from the nerds, he could get a doctor to look at him but no way was he getting involved in that freakshow again.
Retracing his steps was easy thanks to the gooped up floors and soon he found himself in front of the server room doors once again. He hesitated opening the doors this time, wary of what might be inside, but eventually he did and was only greeted by the same wall of heat.
He slunk into the dark room and headed straight for the console, carefully stepping over all the capsules that lined the floor.
The computer was still up but there didn’t seem to be any drive in sight, and judging from the torn cables and scattered wax, something had been here…
“Fuck,” he hissed. What now?
He squatted down, scanning the floor beneath the desk, hoping it somehow got lodged in the mess around him. A small noise made him jump and whirl around, only to spot the drive, glinting in the low light, hanging from the glittering claws of a bugman, standing behind him silently.
“Looking for this?” It said simply.
Emil didn’t have time to react before he felt a pinch to the back of his neck and then his world went dark.
The ecstasy of the jelly is what eventually woke him up. When he came to, he was on his back with several bugmen leaking their disgusting incredible gooey fluid into his pried open mouth.
Emil swallowed without thinking, letting the substance sink heavily into his stomach and explode into rays of pure sunshine all up along his spine. He didn’t even realize he was cumming until he felt the warm splatter of cum hit his bloated belly.
He looked down and gasped when he saw his gut, as it looked like they’d been force feeding him a tubsworth while he was out. His torso had been stripped bare so his protruding swollen stomach stood out even more starkly.
He tried to sit up and they backed off, letting him. He moaned and rubbed his protruding gut. It hung down onto his rigid erection, rubbing it pleasantly. He was so fucked up, but his body felt incredible.
A bugman lifted his head up, forcing him to up into its huge compounded eyes.
“Does it feel good?” it asked.
All Emil could do was nod, letting a moan slip past his lips.
“Good, you will make a strong queen” it said, opening his mouth with a thumb and guiding his lips all the way down to something huge and squirming poking out from the tip of the bugmans abdomen.
Emil didn’t realize what was happening until his lips touched its slimy tip and beads of suspiciously amber liquid burst into his mouth.
C-cock! These things have cocks!!!
The adrenaline sliced right through the pillowy cushion of bliss his mind had been encased in. He hollered something panicked but managed to shove the bugman away and make a break for the exit.
They watched him go.
Emil stumbled out of the facility, panting like he’d just run a marathon, and promptly fell face first over something parked in front of the door. It didn’t even hurt, every contact on his skin felt like a blowjob. Turns out the thing that had tripped him was his bike, which had miraculously not gotten stolen!
He made a relieved sound in the back of his throat and staggered to his feet, uprighting the bike and guiding it to the street. He sat down on the seat and immediately came in his pants again. There was a hard throbbing lump inside him that mashed against the hard fake leather, instantly bringing him to orgasm.
He just sat there, hunched over on his bike, helpless as his dick pumped out his thick cum straight through his thin underwear and pants, dripping onto the street. Emil squinted.
Was he hallucinating or was he pissing himself?? It was hard to see over the turgid circumference of his gut, but the liquid shooting out of his dick lacked the distinct white tinge one would expect from semen… and in its stead was a clear orangeish colored fluid. What the fuck was in that stuff??
Back home, after a very long and scary ride back, Emil jerked off until he passed out, mind fried after being bombarded with pleasure for so long.
In the morning however…
He had never been sicker in his life. The second he woke up his muscles were screaming. Everything hurt. He called into the place he was supposed to be working that day in between bouts of violent vomiting, trying not to let his voice tremble when he saw flecks of red amongst the chunks of half digested ramen.
He ended up not leaving the apartment for 4 straight days, teetering chaotically between being horrifically ill and demonically horny. He long since forewent his clothing and walked around his apartment feverishly jacking his painful erection. But, no matter how hard he pumped, it was only just barely not enough, and he more often than not collapsed out of exhaustion in front of the toilet.
He woke up on the fifth day feeling very strange. His pecs hung down from his chest feeling raw and swollen, and he hissed when they brushed against the side of the cold plastic toilet seat. He still had a pounding headache but the nausea had faded for the most part. He looked down at himself and gaped.
All across his skin, raw red stripes bloomed across his body like welts. They ran up his legs and the sides of his torso, making Emil aware of the way his chest was bulging out, noticeably larger than it had been days before.
He thoughtlessly cupped one of his bulging pecs in confusion only to moan and hunch over when the contact was too much for his sensitive skin. It felt like there was something hard and full beneath the skin, and, upon compression, felt it make its way up to the front of his chest. His nipples visibly expanded outwards and ducts inside him opened up, allowing two twin droplets of… something yellow to bead up at the tip.
Emil fell back on his ass, despairing at the way his new impressive rack jiggled against the rest of his comparatively slight build.
Oh he was so fucked…
He didn’t dare go to a hospital, too expensive, and any drugs he had in the apartment would only make things worse… He’d have to try and find something at the corner store down the road and hope for the best. He gulped down some chalky water from the tap and tottered around his room, looking for something loose and comfy to put over his hot tight skin.
No luck there, as not only had his pecs grown, but it felt like the rest of him had too. His loosest shirt now wrapped itself around his sensitive tits like it was groping him, and his leaking nipples looked like they were trying to stab through the fabric. Not to mention it only came up to his navel standing up. His arms had also packed on some muscle that made it impossible to fit them through a hoodie sleeve. Not only that, but he could only fit in the baggiest of his sweatpants, and even those hugged his bulge in a way that was sure to get leered at as soon as he walked out the door.
Looking in the mirror with his bulging leaky tits and obvious dick print, Emil felt something like a flash of excitement race up his spine.
What a slut…
He shook his head, dismissive. He was just having a reaction to whatever those things shoved down his throat, it would go away with time.
So, with no other choice, he stepped outside and into the ruddy haze of afternoon sun. It felt good on his skin for once and he stopped to breathe in some (comparatively) fresh air.
*sh-shrrriip* went his shirt, tearing a small horizontal booby window as his lungs expanded his chest.
He hunched over immediately and walked the rest of the way with his arms crossed.
At the bodega, the guy behind the counter gave him a quick glanceas he entered, returned to his screen, before widening his eyes and doing a double take. Emils face flushed as he made his way down the isles, unable to escape the leer of the cashier. He found some lotion with “soothing” on the tube and some advil and swiped them off the shelf, approaching the cashier with one arm across the rip in his tshirt.
The cashier watched him approach and grinned.
“Find everything ok today?”
Emil tried to ignore his tone.
“Uh, yea, just this…”
The cashier continued to stare as he scanned the lotion, the total popping up on the screen next to him.
“200 creds, luv. If you please.”
Emil tapped his chip across the scanner, trying not to make eye contact.
“Denied. Insufficient funds” the scanner chirped.
Emil flinched. “What? I know there was at least 500 creds in there!”
The cashier wasn’t even subtle about raking his eyes up and down his frame. He just sat back and groped his crotch. “Tough luck there, babey. S’there any other way you wanna pay?”
Emil slammed his hand on the window in disgust, yelping as it felt like something tore on his palm.
He cradled his hand, shot the cashier a poisonous look and spat as he stormed outside. Fuck, he needed creds now. He should have never wasted his time going back to that dump, no matter how good it felt.
Down the street, he shuffled past a sketchy looking guy pulling vials out of his coat for a pair of cooing partygirls.
“You’ll be in ecstasy for days with this, I promise, only 7000 creds a milliliter. I’ll even throw in the needle.”
Feh, Emil thought, watching them happily fork over the creds, that only gets you high for about thirty minutes tops, it doesn’t even come close to the shit that I had….
And he kept walking.
And walking…
and walking……
until it hit him.
“Oh SHIT WAIT-”
- * -
Emil couldn’t believe he was going back to that place again. The vaulted door looked like it had been thrown aside and now it felt like stepping into the throat of some giant beast. He adjusted the tube of the scuba siphon in his mouth and made sure the bag he’d connected it to wasn’t moving.
He was a fucking idiot for not thinking about this sooner!!
There were only a couple of ways in this godforsaken city to make a fuckton of cash in a relatively short amount of time, blackmail and drugs, and since he didn’t know any senators mistresses, the junkie route would have to do.
As he walked he couldn’t help but get excited. The smell that was once too sickly sweet, now felt warm and comforting. They just wanted him to drink their little queen juice right? They hadn’t shown him any aggression since that first time so why not share the wealth a little?
He’d collect as much as he could, fill up his bag, and when he escaped, he’d hit the party scene and sell out within the night. People talked in this town and once they got a taste of the Jelly, as he’d decided to call it, he knew he’d have people busting down his doors to get more. And since these freaks thought he was their queen, he was the only one in Night City who could get it, all for no cost.
He did a gleeful little kick, promptly slipping on the wax and falling on his ass, coating his shirt in goo. It didn’t matter though, he soon would have enough creds to buy himself a fucking stadium of clothes with the money he was gonna make.
He had started off following his footsteps but honestly stopped paying attention, absent mindedly navigating in the dark by touch and smell alone. He couldn’t put it to words but he just knew which way to go… it just.. felt right? He shook his head, maybe he had just learned the layout…
The warehouse doors had also been opened, secured in place by sticky wax. As he walked in, several bugmen took notice and dropped to the ground, making the floor shake and stirring something warm in Emil’s crotch.
Easyyy there, cowboy, you’re here for the Jelly, not for you, he told himself.
They approached him en masse and at first, Emil was a bit nervous. It’s not easy suppressing the instinct to run when swarmed by such hulking monsters, but as they got closer, the feeling in the air went from nervous to electric. It was like Emil could smell their intentions. They wanted him. He could see it in the way their antennae wafted towards him. Oh god, was he getting used to this??
They surrounded him, pressing their steaming hot carapaces against him on all sides. They pressed against his ass and against his stiff nipples, drawing a moan from behind his mouthpiece.
Calm down, he told himself, play it cool, you can do this.
He reached up haltingly and stroked the closest bugmans face where he’d seen the jelly come out of, hoping to get his intentions across.
The bugman stiffened at first but returned the gesture, antennae waving excitedly.
“Hoh! Queen is eager!”
Emil only had a second to ready his siphon before the bugman brought its gland straight to Emils lips in a mockery of a kiss. Emil wrapped his lips around the siphon and as the jelly began to flow, he started to suck, pulling the liquid into the tube and down into the sack.
Holy shit it was actually working!
The bugman pulled back and another took its place, already eagerly dripping with the precious substance. Emil was going to be rich!
But perhaps the new bugman was a little too eager, taking Emil’s head in its grasp and tilting it up roughly before spewing its load of jelly all over his face.
Emil tried to suck up everything being dumped on him but some found its way up his nose and he coughed hard and spat out his mouthpiece.
Big mistake.
The backflow flooded his mouth and shot down his throat, leaving Emil to choke and gag as he tried to not hack up a lung. The jelly didn’t wait for him to recover, and the last coherent thought he had before he exploded in his pants was:
Wait, fuck...
Emil came completely untouched and collapsed onto the ground with the intensity of it. His eyes rolled back in his head as his dick pumped long thick chords of clear yellowish cum all over himself and anything within range.
They collectively removed his clothing (by shredding them to pieces) and stuck him to an adjacent wall with their wax. Emil watched helplessly as the strap to his bag was severed, letting the contraption fall to the ground
“Queen is dirty. Hive will clean”
Emil tried his best not to squirm as they lathed his body, ardently denying the shocks of pleasure it brought, but he did gasp when one wrapped its long thin tongue around his throbbing teats, already leaking globules of liquid. When it retracted back into its mouth, the tone of the buzzing changed and he could feel an air of excitement grow amongst the crowd.
“Queen is ready”
“Her dew is delicious”
“Will make good queen”
“Come, have taste”
All at once his chest was being caressed by the fuzzy pads of multiple bugmen, compelling his teats to swell up with pressure, and, with encouragement, shoot short squirts into the waiting crowd”
“So good!!”
“Look how she leaks for us”
Emil’s arms were pinned above him with wax so his chest was completely exposed. He couldn’t do anything but squirm as an assault of rapid fire tongues lapped up the squirting… dew from his nipples. He clenched his jaw, moaning loudly through it anyway. His dick was shamefully erect, and though no one was paying any attention to it, it felt like he was gonna bust at any second.
And then one found the leaking tip of the nipple and snaked its tapered tongue inside of him, stretching the tip open like a tight cunt.
Emil screamed as the bugmans tongue wormed its way deeper. It kept on thrusting inside him a little more each time, humming deep enough to send the vibrations straight through it and into him.
It was all over once its fuzzy mandibles met with the soft flesh of his chest and he knew it was all the way inside him.
He writhed under the bugman attached to his chest, throwing his head back and forth while its tongue poked around inside his fat tit.
He came for a solid minute and a half, and when the bugman pulled out, slowly, agonizingly, he came again. He looked down at his throbbing chest and moaned at the way his nipple had been stretched out, still leaking that amber fluid, but much more freely now.
The bugman stood up and cleaned the excess fluid off its shiny bug face.
“Incredible”
He hung there on the wall, completely limp as more bugman caressed his body, too fucked out to react when another two pierced him with their own tongues. They worked in tandem, drawing the fluid from his overflowing tits, but retracted before too long.
“Queen is tired”
“Rest?”
“No, waited too long”
“Yes, yessss, give her the energy”
More jelly was poured down his throat and Emil could barely react. Little globules kept leaking past the seal of his lips and making him buck his hips as it dissipated over his tongue.
As if in response, several bugman stepped forward, long whitish protrusions emerging from the tip of their abdomens. They slapped them against Emil’s feverish skin and he winced. Not because it hurt but because the smell coming off of their… dicks was making his asshole clench and wink. He must have been sweating a lot because he was absolutely soaked down there.
He was completely consumed with want. For what? A need. For What?
Whatever it was, it was building with every slide of their dicks, until Emil couldn’t take it anymore, uttering a single truly desperate word.
“P-please…” he murmured, angling his hips slightly forward to reveal his pulsating ass.
It was like that was what the bugmen were waiting for, because he didn’t have to wait for more than a second before a bugman shoved itself roughly in between his legs, forcing them wide apart, and thrusting into his stretchy hole.
Emil threw his head back in a screaming moan, completely unstifled. Its dick was incredibly hot inside him, and his ass had barely given any resistance despite him never putting anything up there in his life. Internal muscles he’d never felt before started to work its tapered shaft, undulating and swallowing more while Emil sobbed and moaned helplessly.
The bugman was leaning over him, first set of arms braced on either side of him against the wall while its secondary arms ran up and down Emils quivering body. It was hard for a bug to sound breathless but Emil could feel its excitement as his ass continued to work around its cock. It leaned heavily against the wall, leaking jelly freely onto Emils face. Its wings were humming and beating along to the rhythm of its thrusts, and as they sped up, so did its wings.
Emil wailed like an alley cat when the bugmans lower arms grabbed hold of his ass, thrusting into him more aggressively. His wings were beating hard enough that he started lifting off the ground, bringing Emil with it.
He tried to protest but he couldn’t stop his feet from leaving the ground as it rose up into the air, spearing Emil on its cock. His hands were still glued to the wall, but when the bugman wrenched the wax from the wall and stuck it onto it’s own chest, Emil had no choice but to hang there while his ass was being pounded into.
Between the gravity and his own mutated asshole pulling its dick in so deep, suddenly it was hitting something inside Emil that made him convulse and black out for a second. He knew he was cumming and there was something being pumped inside of him explosively. He only regained consciousness when he was back on the ground, moaning from overstimulation as the bugman inside him spasmed in its own orgasm, flooding Emils guts with gallons of viscous fluid.
It finished while collapsing motionless to the ground. It took another solid minute or two for Emil to notice, panting and twitching at the spot where they were still joined. Eventually he was able to crawl off it, his internal walls protesting heavily, like they didn’t want to let go, but he did it. A flood of amber fluid rushed out of his loosened ring when it popped out of him and Emil moaned when he felt it empty out of him.
The crowd around him was buzzing with excitement but when Emil stood up, something felt off about it. They were all unnervingly still, all eyes directed at their motionless hivemate.
Still delirious from the jelly, Emil turned around to look, and instantly all the heat drained from his body.
The bugmans segmented limbs had curled up into its chest and it had rolled over at an unnatural angle. What was worse was the state of its penis, or, what was left of it at least.
Emil nearly hurled when he realized but had the wherewithal to hold it until he made it through the facility doors, full canvas bag clutched to his chest. After he’d emptied his guts, he grabbed a labcoat to cover himself and booked it as fast as he could away from the building, away from this madness.
He made it home but even with the lingering effects of the jelly still in his system, Emil paced his apartment, babbling madly to himself until he finally succumbed to exhaustion.
He had been anticipating the sickness when he woke up but he hadn’t been expecting how bad it was going to be. he had to cover up all the windows in his apartment as the light was too intense. He spent hours rolling on the ground writhing in pain. The cold cheap linoleum felt like sandpaper and he scratched at himself constantly. It felt like he was exploding out of his skin, too tight and too thin to contain his throbbing muscles.
His spine kept sending shoots of pain up along his back and shoulders, and had his ears not been ringing so bad, Emil could have sworn that he heard an audible squelch as it felt like his whole body was expanding.
Worst of all though was his libido.
Surprise surprise, not only did his pain get worse, but so did his horniness. When he wasn’t writhing around on the floor in agony, he was desperately cranking his dick. He felt insane watching it pulse visibly in his hands, pushing his fingertips apart as it thickened and grew way past what Emil thought was possible, but that might have just been dehydration.
It was five whole days in before Emil gained enough faculties to where he could go fill up a glass of water for himself. He stood hunched over the sink watching the cloudy water line rise in his cup, his halfhard dick poking out a solid foot in front of him. He had to angle his hips away from the cabinets so that it wouldn’t make contact with the cold surface.
The water was much needed but it didn’t help his situation in the least. It was like a plug dammed him up and all he got was painful oversensitivity. No relief.
Emil slammed his hand down on the cheap plastic counter, cracking the material and putting a dent in the surface.
WHY couldn’t he cum??
He had no problem shootin his load when those things pumped him full of jelly, why not now??
His dick never fully went flaccid. Instead it got to about halfhard and then started filling out again. This was the sick cycle he was caught in, it was driving him insane, he NEEDED to cum.
In his desperation he’d ordered some extra large dildos to overnight ship to him but even the biggest one shoved straight up his dripping asshole wasn’t nearly enough to touch that spot. Not even with him slamming his ass to the flared hilt in frustration. It just pissed him off and he winced at the sound of his own asscheeks clapping against it.
He stood up and hurled the dildo across the room. FUCK!!! It wasn’t enough!!
He stumbled into his kitchenette holding his head in his hands, leaning against the counter. He took a steadying deep breath and that’s when he smelled it. That saccharine sweet smell…
His bag. The one he had filled up that night… The one that contained the substance that was going to make him richer than god.
Just the thought made his heartrate spike with excitement and his chub gave an enthusiastic kick.
There was his ticket out of this shithole and into the penthouse. With bugattis, and strippers, and. And..
Before Emil could tell himself not to, he already had the hose to his lips and was sucking the jelly like a gross reverse bagpipe down his throat, groaning heavily as he swallowed it down.
He couldn’t help the excited burst he felt as he literally came alive. As the jelly settled in his stomach, its like someone flipped a switch and he was suddenly blasting all his backed up cum across every surface in his apartment. All his pain was gone, all there was was overwhelming pleasure.
And that’s how he remained for the next week. He knew he should conserve as much of the royal jelly as possible, but every time he felt the migraine coming back, it was just all too easy to get a sip from the bag and lose himself to bliss again.
It didn’t even bother him when large patches of skin started getting all crumbly all around his body, it itched but in a pleasant way thanks to the jelly. When he scratched it, it felt hard and rigid just below the skin.
“Just a little rash from all the jerkin” he told himself, nothing to lose his cool over.
And it was cool, very cool.
Until he ran out, that is.
He tried to tough it out, he really did. Even through the screaming agony, even through his tits bloating out to the size of bowling balls and leaking constantly, even when he felt several parts of his body start to bulge out unnaturally, he tied himself to his bed, determined to wear himself out.
But in the end, the ringing won. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t sleep or even distract himself, the constant ringing, this hummingbuzzingNOISE was going to Kill him! He had to silence it!!
He flung himself off of his shredded mattress and yanked the belt rope he’d tied himself to the bedpost with, snapping it like plastic and freeing himself.
"Cheap shit," he hissed.
He didn’t even bother with clothes this time, as nothing fit him now with his comically spherical tits and the 2ft monster hanging between his legs. No, he just wrapped his stained sheets around him like a toga and ripped down the fire escape.
It was hard to navigate the city at night with all its bright lights and blaring sounds, but like a magnet being drawn northward, he followed the pulsing buzz in his head until he stood right in front of the hole that he’d escaped out of that first night.
His nostrils flared. He could sense them, and more importantly, they could sense him. He could tell. They were waiting for him. He had to shut this buzzing up, he had no choice.
Anyone watching would have certainly had quite the shock watching a nearly 7ft tall figure disappear rapidly into a hole in the concrete. Anyone watching with any sense in their head would promptly forget what they saw.
Emil landed with a heavy thud, cracking the concrete. They were already down from the walls. Waiting for him.
“Strong queen” they said, almost in unison, surrounding him immediately.
Emil didn’t care if they thought he was their queen, he needed to shut this buzzing up.
He grabbed the closest bug and yanked its head right to his lips, sucking the jelly as fast as the bugman could produce it. He tried to ignore the fact the bugman seemed to be enjoying it, judging from the long tapered dick poking out from its abdomen.
“Whatever,” He scoffed, guiding it up into his slavering hole.
The image of the dead bugman flashed momentarily across his vision, but that was washed away with the tidal wave of translucent amber cum that rocketed from his dick when his worker’s dick found that spot again. He threw his head back and howled, those muscles inside him pulsing and writhing around the cock inside him.
It wasn’t enough, he’d suffered so much because of these useless bugs, he was going to have them make up for it. He didn’t even need to say anything, he just picked some bugmen out of the crowd and they scuttled to his side, cupping his overfull breasts and penetrating them without hesitation.
Emil growled.
That was better at least. Now that the jelly was starting to kick in, his anger broke down a little and all that was left was the pleasure. He didn’t want to admit it but he’d missed this. Looking down, watching the two bugs with their long tongues make his fat teats bob up and down as they thrust in, it turned him on to a degree he didn’t want to admit to. He was dancing way too close to the side of this cliff, and the thought of losing himself to it made his belly lurch with fear.
Or maybe it was the cum being pumped into him??
He’d been so hypnotized by his tits getting milked he’d failed to notice the rhythm of the bug up his ass getting erratic. They both screamed at the same time, the same high pitching whining timbre, and the bugman exploded inside of him. Quite literally a flood of cum was deposited inside him, making his belly visibly burst out a couple inches. Emil’s eyes shot to the back of his head at the sensation of his guts suddenly expanding, and the bugman was quickly dragged away before he could see it die. The crowd closed around it and the next bug line itself up.
Hours went like this, it could have been days. Every second of it, ecstasy. One of his drones had found its way to his mouth and now his lips were wrapped tight around its thick base while its tip wormed its way down his throat into his stomach. He didn’t know how he was breathing, he didn’t even realize he wasn’t until he had it cum and the whole long thing was pulled out of his throat and he didn’t even cough.
He felt hot. They were rearranging his guts, and not in the haha big dick way. He felt like his organs were being melted down and reformed into something foreign, something better…
He was getting bigger, he could tell. The more he stayed, the bigger his gut was getting. Each time his drones came inside him it stretched out just a little further. How had he not burst yet?? But the drones kept coming and he continued to grow, his hole leaking and winking for cock if it wasn’t filled soon enough. Not only had his belly tripled in size, but his tits had as well, now surpassing the point that they could be passed off as pecs. Not with those nipples poking out of him, which looked more like hollow tubes now really. They got so big that the bugs started using their cocks to penetrate him just to satisfy their growth. A constant stream of liquid was flowing from them and the bugmen that weren’t actively fucking him clung to his sides, delicately lapping the sugary dew from his hardening flesh.
Emil didn’t even flinch when he went to tweak his nipples one day and found his hand had reformed into a chitinous black claw. He opened and closed it in front of him, and touched the smooth surface with his other hand, and then his other hand. Wait, what?
He tried looking down at himself past his colossal tits and saw another pair of arms jutting out just beneath his original set. He flexed them dumbly for a second, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. It took him scratching a thin cut with one of his claws to really make him connect the dots.
“My queen?” A drone inquired.
A shot of adrenaline cleared out the orgasmic haze, and he suddenly tried standing up, causing all of the bugs attached to him to pull out and look up at him puzzlingly.
“WHwhAT the Ffuck are you doing to me??” He slurred, trying and failing to get to his feet, four arms flailing in every direction. His body felt heavy, like every cell in his body was urging him to sit back down, it was more comfortable that way.
“Feeding the queen,” said another.
“Like hell you are! Look at me, I’m a freak!” he screamed, grabbing his gut with his lower set of arms and shaking it. He bit back a moan.
“Please, queen is not finished yet! You must com-”
“I’m not staying here another fucking SECOND!” Emil shouted, finally succeeding in getting to his feet. His balance was heavily skewed to the front, what with his massive rack and turgid belly.
Still, they didn’t interfere as he plodded his way to the exit, waiting for him to figure it out for himself.
Emil stopped short. The exit door… it was too small??
He stood there panting. The door barely came up to his waist, how had they shrunk the door??
Or was it…
He turned around and looked at the bugmen, who now only came up to his chest. They’d been giant before... had he grown again?
Emil screamed and couldn’t take it any more. He ran for the hole in the ceiling and ripped concrete and asphalt alike to crawl his way out of there, he had to get out of there. They didn’t bother chasing him.
- * -
The streets of Night City were rarely abandoned, but Emil waited in the shadows until they had mostly cleared out to approach the Broker Kiosk.
He’d jumped from rooftop to rooftop to get here and only approached when he saw it was empty. His comm had stopped working a while back and no one had seen nor heard from him in days, but now they couldn’t. He had to contact those fucking science nerds to see if they could turn him back to normal.
He poked at the screen with his claws. No reaction. He sucked his lip and tried a vocal prompt. It took a couple tries as there was a buzz in his voice now that made it hard for the AI to recognize but he was eventually able to log in to his contractor account, which, unsurprisingly, had about a billion angry texts and voicemails.
He felt the guilt wash over him but that's when an incoming call flashed across the screen. It was his contractor. Panic filled his gut and in his haste to cancel the call, he accidentally answered, and immediately his boss was shouting through the screen.
“AND WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN THE PAST MONTH?” he screamed. “You disappear into the mist and now feel like calling back into work??”
“Uh, sorry, i’ve been uh, sick…” Emil said ruefully, “I’ve caught a uh… real nasty bug..”
“WELL YOU BETTER DE-BUG YOURSELF PRONTO, FUCKER, I’VE GOT THOSE DOCTORS BLOWING UP MY LINE ASKING ABOUT THAT HARD DRIVE!!”
Oh yea, forgot about that…
“Listen Kid! If you don’t get your ass over to my office right the fuck now, I’m sending every contractor in the city after your ass to grate ur face into the concrete like parma-fucking-sean. You hear me??”
Emil said a quick yes sir and the call dropped before he could close it.
Fuck. What now…
He stole a tablecloth off a closed cafe table and slunk back into the shadows. Maybe he could convince his boss that these were cybernetics and he could get the nerds to figure out how to fix him. Either way, he was fucked either way for the time being. He could still feel the jelly in his system but who knew how long that would last. His belly was almost flat again, so it didn’t feel like he would have long.
Jay sat in his trailer chomping on his cigar. That fucker better not dare ghost him after not showing his face for so long. He waited 20 minutes, simmering silently. At the half an hour mark he was just about to pick up this phone again when he heard the trailer door open.
He stood up and put out his cigar. “About fucking time you got here!” he shouted down the hallway, making his way around his desk, “get in here!”
There was a moment of silence.
And then the entire trailer pitched to one side, throwing Jay off balance and sending him careening into his neon crystal private bar. Pictures were knocked off of frames, chips and equipment were pitched to the floor, and all the while a heavy dragging thump could be heard getting louder.
“Holy Fuck” Jay shouted, fumbling for his pistol.
And then it came around the corner.
It looked mostly humanoid had it not been for the four onyx black arms, stripes covering its whole body and the fact that it was nearly bent in half to not hit the ceiling. It was so heavy it was throwing the trailer off as it made its way over to him.
“Y-you picked the W-rong day to fuck with me, motherfucker!”
Trembling, Jay fired his pistol, missing it by a mile but the creature stopped and raised all four hands, black sickeningly sharp claws, and spoke”
“WHOA, hold up, Jay, it’s ME”
Jay loaded another shot. “I don’t know you, buddy! But say hello to my little friend here”
Emil rolled his eyes and walked over to his boss, swatting aside a bullet as Jay fired them frantically.
He grabbed the gun and crushed it like tinfoil in his hand.
“Really, boss, it’s Emil, Listen to me”
Jay squinted at the creatures face, and, yea, sure enough, take away the freaky black eyes and the uh, other eyes and the stripes, it was the rookie alright.
“Rookie?? th’fuck happened to you? You look like a ‘roided out cockroach!”
Emil backed off and looked away. He had a tablecloth or something tied around his waist but the rest of him was raw muscle and like, panels or whatever. He looked like he could smash through a tank no problem… Hmmm, this could work.
“Listen,” Emil started, “those scientists-
“Looks like they took care of ya pretty good there, son! Not bad! Never seen ‘netics like that, how much ya think you can bench, huh? 400 pounds no problem, lookit dose guns, right?
Jay was nothing if not an entrepreneur, he knew an opportunity when he saw one.
He got up and brushed himself off.
“Sorry for the scare, you shoulda told me you was gettin work done, we woulda figured somethin out, now, lets you and me talk about contracts”
“Boss, wait!” Emil said, crouching down to eye level, “I need to find a way to reverse thi-”
“Reverse it?” Jay shouted, “And waste this wonderful opportunity? Why’d you get it done in the first place? Why if i was you I’d-”
Suddenly something big roiled in his guts. His stomach was completely flat again, save for the flexible plates of uh.. armor that he’d grown, but now his stomach growled heavily and he could feel something inside him… moving.
His head was beginning to pound again.
Looking at the boss, who was still yackking away, Emil decided he couldn’t wait.
He grabbed his bosses hand and looked him straight in the eyes, his two to Emil’s five.
“Listen, I gotta fix this or shits gonna get real dicey, real soon. I need the contact info for those scientists right now.”
Jay flinched backwards, pulling weakly against his iron grip. “Whoa hey hey woa woa woa! watch the silk, buddy, all in good time. We’ll give em a call, let em know what a good job they did, lets get the You situation sorted out first, huh?”
He just kept talking. Emil stood there sweating (leaking?), waiting to get a word in while the thing inside him just kept descending lower and lower, moving itself into position right behind the base of his cock. His dick started filling rapidly and Emils mouth broke out into an open pant.
“Hey, woah, kid, you alright? You’re lookin a little green you know? Heh, i mean, it’s more like a burnt umber but I flunked outta art schoo- WOA HEY!”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He would subdue this guy and find the number himself, and then fix things later after he was cured.
He pinned Jay down onto the floor with his lower arms and crawled over him to reach his computer at his desk. His 4 foot titanic cock was steadily filling up, and it felt like new pathways were opening up as it inched up and out from underneath his makeshift tablecloth covering. The lump behind his dick felt like the build up of an orgasm, right at the base and edging its way further up his shaft.
Emil groaned heavily and jerked his hips forward, right into Jays face.
“Get your fuckin ugly ass THING outta my face rookie, are you outta your goddam mind??”
His claws tapped uselessly at the holographic keyboard, he had to get that number now, he was losing it again. His boss was squirming and pushing his dick away in a way that was just exciting him more. His massive teats opened up and started leaking all over Jay, coating him in amber dew.
Spluttering, Jay tried to spit out as much of the sludge as he could. The smell was god awful, like spoiled cotton candy…
…
…..
ah, but then..
Jay didn’t know what hit him but suddenly his pants were soaked and he was cumming all over his expensive imported boxers. A tingling feeling took hold wherever the fluid landed on him, and he was rapidly losing the battle of keeping his dick soft. Every sensation felt like an orgasm and soon Jay was rubbing up against anything and everything, including the huge fuckin dick pinning him to the ground on top of him.
Jay started to open mouth and wrapped his arms around the log, humping his own hard erection against Emil’s massive one.
Emil almost collapsed on top of his boss. He did not expect this turn of events, FUCK this made it so much worse.
His body didn’t seem to care tho, because as his boss used his dick to jerk himself off, his dick started twitching and pulsing in a way it never had before. His boss clung to his shaft as it lurched up to slap against his stomach and hanging tits, causing more dew to spew from his twin nipples.
“Ahh fuck kid, didn’t know ya had it in ya, whats in this stuff?”
Emil desperately pawed at the computer but he knew he was losing it. His hips were already using his boss to jerk off his human sized dick, if he didn’t-
His boss made it up to the tip of his cock and openmouth started to make out with his slit, pressing his tongue inside and swallowing all the fluids sluicing out of his hole.
Emil broke. He slammed Jay to the floor and tore his suit off with his wickedly sharp claws. Jay openmouth moaned as his whole body was coated in dew, making him cum again and squeeze down hard onto his cock.
Emil snarled and grabbed him by the torso. He brought Jay bare bottomed to the tip of his dick, and desperately tried to shove his way inside. It bumped and rubbed while Emil whined, but couldn’t find his opening. That was because, while it was tapered, it was simply too large to fit anything but the very tip, and even that was a stretch.
He could feel the lump enter his shaft. It was making its way down and to the tip. He could feel it. He needed.. he needed to.. something, bury it in Something, needed to find a… hnng
His mouth opened and a long tubelike tongue slid out of his mouth.
Need to f fin d Holee …
to LAY.
He jerked his hips especially strong, seating the head of his cock into Jay’s ass just in time for a large white cylindrical something to pop from the tip of his dick and bury itself inside his bosses guts, followed by the strongest orgasm Emil had yet experienced.
He snarled and writhed as his dick unloaded gallons upon gallons of amber semen out from his dick. The pressure was too great for Jay’s ass and the pressure itself caused Emils cock to pop out and start to hose down everything in sight in his waxy emissions.
The both were writhing on the floor for several minutes, riding out the tidal wave of endorphins.
Emil especially felt strange. Good but strange. It was like a gate had opened inside him and he was already filling back up from flaccid. He had no thoughts, his head could only focus on how his belly had started to swell again. It was just a little ridge at this point but as he caressed it, he could feel more lumps.
More Eggs.
More were coming. Need to rejoin hive.
“I-I need to go..” was all he said before crawling his way back out the door, leaving his boss convulsing in pleasure, rubbing his bloated belly and panting.
Emil didn’t even try to hide himself as he made his way back to the hive. The closer he got, the louder the buzzing in his ears, and, the heavier his gut grew. He could feel them, shuffling around, lining up, one after the other, waiting to be laid. He went straight for the huge hole in the ground he’d made, and dropped soundlessly down into the dark.
- * -
His drones attended to him immediately, guiding him back to the server room, where the once unbearable heat now felt like a warm blanket around his shivering skin. On his walk over, his lower back had started hurting, but now in the comfort of his own hive, he reached back to examine it.
“New queen” a drone said reverently, massaging a huge and sensitive mass bulging out from the base of his spine. Emil couldn’t see it but it throbbed and expanded against their claws.
He couldn’t take it anymore, please, anybody…
His hive, attentive as ever, attended to their queen. They coated his body in blankets of jelly, thrusting it into his bountiful tits and his twitching cock. He whined and hummed deep in his throat, which was rapidly morphing as it was fed an endless river of royal jelly.
That night, Emil laid 10 more infertile eggs. They were carried away.
He remained.
They continued to fuck into him down there, and with every passing day, the growth on his back grew larger and more robust.
At some point he was able to swivel his neck far enough to see it for what it was; a large black and yellow thorax, not dissimilar to his workers, but far fatter and longer. A long tubular organ started to emerge from its tip every time Emil came which he found out later to be an ovipositor.
He would feel it twitch and squirm with each trophic batch he pumped out of his dick, and one day out of desperation he had two drones cum down the thin tube, uncaring as they crumpled to the ground after filling up his throbbing abdomen.
The next batch of eggs were different. He could feel them swelling his abdomen as they grew, tripling its girth as the amount of eggs soared. It felt right. These would lead to the strong workers his growing hive needed.
He could no longer move, his abdomen grew several times larger than he was, and it started pumping out daily batches of 20-30 eggs.
As time went on, he started laying two batches a day, having two drones fill each hole, but then that wasn’t enough. He was insatiable. He started fitting four into his stretched out asshole and abdomen, all gleefully pumping him full of the cum he needed.
Three times a day. The amount of eggs jumped up to in the 50’s.
Then he started laying every two hours. The eggs had to start being moved to other parts of the hive.
The queen was little more than an egg factory with a body attached to it. He started to lay at least one egg every twenty minutes or so.
He’d formed a little platform to lay on out of his own wax so he wasn’t just hanging from his enormous abdomen, and there it was that everything that came before was finally discarded.
He was finally where he’d tried to be, without want, living in endless bliss. The hive was thriving, and he imagined it growing and expanding out into the streets. The satisfaction was felt in ripples throughout the hive.
Long live the queen.