My Girlfriend Is A Bug Lover

My girlfriend is a bug lover. Her favourite animal crossing character is that gay punk lizard with a net, whatever their name is. Her room is filled with piles of books on various genera of any six- to eight-legged freak, even though she's committed what's between those pages to memory long ago. And to make it worse, the walls of our apartment are covered in lightboxes with exotic pinned butterflies and beetles with their poor little wings spread as if in permanent flight. She even has to show off the obsession on her person: always dressed up in black, with her spider earrings, her centipede necklace, and her fishnets that show off her supple curves along with her tattoos of the creepiest crawlies. Needless to say, she is profoundly autistic.

I don't really care for bugs. Before I started dating her, I honestly couldn't stand them, but I've grown kinder. I had to. She would throw a fuss over something as little as killing a spider or setting out ant traps. And I'd have to console her, or "apologise" to the bugs somehow. Now I'm just as much of a bug lover as she is, though not by choice. It's all worth it in fairness: She's so stupidly hot. An adorable little short stack, thick in all the right places, and a tight ass pussy to match. not to mention her head game is *unbelievable*. And she's so needy, too. God. She's like a dog when I come home from work, completely naked and pawing at my jeans to get at the hard-on that's always growing by the time I get to the door. Pavlov's puppy girl and all. Since she's so unemployable, she's basically my housewife, although she's not too good at keeping up with chores either. For the most part, when I'm not there she either intently watches her fire-leg tarantula barely move for hours, or she's online arguing on invert forums.

I fucking love her. I often feel like I don't deserve her, even when she acts up.

Yesterday was different, though. When I came home she wasn't at the door, she was in her bedroom. Er, we have separate bedrooms. It's an autism thing, I think? She doesn't like sleeping in the same bed as me. It's an extra 500 on the rent but whatever makes her comfortable. Her door was locked so I knocked and she came up to the door and cracked it open. She was hunched over awkwardly, sweating bullets. Her piercing hazel eyes were wide open.

"Hi.", she squeaked.

"Hi. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm busy. I'm going to shut the door ok?"

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

And like that, she squeezes the door shut.

I start making dinner for us over the next hour, just some classic fettuccine alfredo with fresh pasta etc. When I set our little table with her favourite meal and call her name, I hear her get up, hesitate, and then watch as she meekly emerges from her bedroom. Upon retrieving the wine we had set aside for tonight I see that it's already been open.

"Babe, why is the wine open already?"

"I got thirsty, sorrry."

"You know you're not supposed to drink alcohol without me, baby? You drink too much alone."

She whimpers in response, and I decide not to press the issue, but I pour her a glass of water instead of the wine, which I reserve for myself. We get to eating, and it's nice, as always. She tells me about her day, which is always about the same conversation, but it's still nice because she always sounds so pleased with herself.

I start feeling woozy after the first glass, not tipsy but outright fuzzy... the bottle...

I slur, "Baby... did you drug me?"

She avoids eye contact, instead sitting up and coming to my side. Sweetly, she whispers to me.

"You should get into bed. Let me help you."

She leads me through the dining room/kitchen through the living room and through my door to my bed. She insists I lie on my stomach so I don't get sick... I'm not in the state to complain. I get comfortable, and soon I'm asleep.

It's late. I'm awake because there's something cold going into me. I turn my head and I can barely see the shadow of my girlfriend. Oh my god she's shoving the open side of a jar into my asshole. I groan. The jar is too big, even if she did lube it up. I reach out to her, but she yelps, and then shoves harder. I yelp, and then, when I feel something with far too many legs probing the inside of me, I scream, trying to get up. My girlfriend easily holds me down though, my erratic movements making no coordinated attempt to combat her. It's crawling inside of me. I naturally tense up down there, and in response a searing pain radiates through my bowels, so much pain that it's delirious. Everything goes white.

When I wake up again, I'm a little feverish. The first thing I feel is the feeding tube down my throat. I have no idea where she got this. I'm lying on my back, and she's tied me down with some of the kink ropes we keep in the closet. Something's wrong, I think. My genitals are completely numb, and my lower abdomen is bulging outwards, and I'm sweating even though it feels like it's 50 degrees in my room. I'm so pale. It feels like... growing pains. Like during puberty, but so much worse.

There's an IV around my arm... and things moving around inside of me. There are so many now. When I tighten my diaphragm I can feel chitin moving around my innards.

I focus more on the feeling in my crotch. My genitals aren't merely numb. They're tingly, but sore at the same time. Getting up a little, forcing myself against the ropes, and all I see is a mess of pink flesh throbbing and hardening. An alien sense of sick satisfaction overwhelms me, meaninglessly, but quickly it is replaced by despair. I cry out for my girlfriend, for my lover, and she quickly comes in.

She winces looking at me. It hurts her seeing me like this, probably why she isn't in the seat beside my bed.

>Oh no. You shouldn't be awake right now. The website said you could have a seizure. Hold on, baby.

I stare at her in shock or horror. She wants to keep me like this? She's doing this to me? All I can manage is a hurt gurgle.

A needle goes in, and I once again go out.

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I wake up. I feel normal. Honestly, I feel pretty damn good. The ropes are gone. I lift myself up in my bed and that's when I feel something strange, like I'm dragging two bocce balls in my scrotum. I look down and I see something horrible. It looks like I have a pot belly, and it's red and covered in stretch marks and squirming. But what's worse is what's below that. This shining black chitin fleshpiece. Ribbed interlocking pieces. It's almost as thick as a beer can and almost a foot long. It's wet and shining. And the smell... is indescribable. It's like ozone and sulphur but nastier, more organic.

I go out into the common room and I see my girlfriend naked on the couch. She's reading something. She looks up and locks her eyes onto me, and then looks... lower.

"Hii sweetie. I see you're better. Come over here."

I can't say anything. She spreads herself on the couch. She shaved her pussy and it's swollen, pulsing, red, and oh so moist. OH my god... Something's happening.

I look down and just watch and feel as my new biology grows and expands and constricts. Pieces slide into place. Thirteen inches of vile spongiform bugflesh rise up, tugging on giant pendulous testicles. I smell the musk emitted by my genitals as they're engorged with my blood for the very first time. She smells it too, and her breathing quickens.

I go over to her and kiss her, and she feels up my new anatomy, and tugs it towards her pussy. I ease it in. She's so tight it hurts, which I find so strangely arousing. I push hard now and she moans in pain. Bump bump bump as each burgeoning inch I can fit into her pops through her hole. And then I take it out: Shpop. Shpop. Shpop. The sound it makes. The feeling. She's made me a monster. I pick her up and slide her down onto my fat bug cock, before laying her on the floor. Then I begin to rut her, thrusting in and out as fast as I can, and she starts screaming. The sex smells foreign, like crushed ants, like pheromones. God, I feel like an animal. I hear my numb, swollen balls slapping into her. She's mine. She's mine. It's not much longer before she's begging for my cum, tears in her eyes, hyperventilating. Something in my brain pulses, "Join me."

I cum in her. I feel half a litre leave my balls and when I pull out this black viscous liquid pours out. She's quivering and her chest heaves. New instincts take hold.

"Are you hungry?", I ask. She nods gently, eyes red and puffy. I kneel over her head and slide my slimy cock down her throat and it simply... starts pumping. Delicious nutrients, xenoproteins, vital resources that she now needs from me. I realise just looking at her that her fate is sealed with mine now...

Over the course of the next few weeks we acclimatise to our roles in this new relationship. I'm feeding her so often she's gaining at least a couple pounds a day. We fuck constantly now, and her pussy is stretching out so well for me. Her pregnant stomach is so very big, squirming, and turgid. Her breasts are massive as well, spilling out thick modified milk. We've been living off my savings, for the most part, my rent being delivered electronically, and me eating raw meat and maybe a couple neighbours too. It all gets turned into nutrient slurry for my lovely girlfriend. She's turned out to be such a perfect broodmother~

I know soon I'm going to be the proud father of ten hundred thousand. I cannot wait for our genes to prosper over all others, and our spawn to bring the apocalypse. I do not know what has happened, but I know it was destiny. She seems so happy now. And so am I.