My Lover Is Success

Jane thought: "I have my own lab on a planet with the most promising research of all time! No more are the days of using my body to advance my career. I'll become famous for my research instead of my escapades. I will be more than respectable: I will be a fabulously rich bitch." Although alone, Jane shouted "Yes, I'm a slut! All my lovers look like my darling Success!"

She had used her body to climb the corporate ladder at the interplanetary company, ExoChem. Her last lover was the Director of Alien Research. So with just six years in the company, she was the sole researcher sent to replace a department of exobiologists. She'll get sole credit for the ultimate discovery.

She realized the potential when she read the introduction of their first report:

The dominant species are large bugs that deposit their eggs into the sex organs of small primates. Since they are the size of large dogs, they initially overcome them. Then the animals do not struggle because of the aphrodisiac properties of the lubricant secreted by their ovipositors.

She reasoned at the time: "There must exist a species where the secretion would have an aphrodisiac effect upon humans. A product based on it would make her company an outrageous amount of money. Of course, the expert on the species and discover of its secretion would be an outrageous success!"

She left her lab to check her bug traps. She moved into her lab four days ago and had set many traps. The Director had the new lab built in a remote area that is known for its many bugs of many species. Yet, she had no luck so far. She thought: "Is their superior gestation causing my bad luck? Is one of the results their having an increased intelligence? Smart bugs? No, that's ridiculous. The traps are too close to the lab. I'm scaring them away."

But she hated to place them further away. The heat was awful. Her nano-cooled jumpsuit kept her comfortable. She didn't want to strain its limited battery capability by having a longer trap-checking route.

She had walked about thirty yards when she saw bushes move in front of her. She caught a glimpse of a huge bug as she started to turn to run. It was like a roach with an ovipositor. It was larger than a man.

It tackled her. Puzzled, it pulled and released the sides of her clothes several times. It repositioned. In a moment it figured out the concept of clothing. It ripped off her shoes and socks, unzipped and yanked off her jumpsuit, yanked off her panties, and snatched the tampon from her pussy. After propping her up, it couldn't solve the problem of how to get her bra off.

From her crouched position, looking over her shoulder at the roach fumbling with her bra, Jane glimpsed a humongous tarantula with an ovipositor in the distance. It was coming from the west like the roach apparently had. She thought: "This is surreal! They're impossibly big!"

Jane put her arms up, ducked her head, and slipped out of her bra. She raced naked to the lab's door. The surprised roach threw the bra down and prepared to chase her. The lock beeped out the combination's tones as she entered it; rushing in, she slammed the door. Just as she heard the roach arrive, the lock engaged. Breathing heavily, she walked away from the door screaming: "Hell! Shit! No one told her a bug can be that huge!"

The experience, although shocking, was like an erotic dream. She was wet. She thought: "What's the deal? In what hell is a vile, ugly roach sexy? Yet it's a SMART ugly roach! Lucky the door has a lock. If it can figure out a zipper, it sure as hell won't have trouble with a doorknob."

Turning towards the door because the lock started beeping tones of a combination that the roach was entering, Jane's mouth dropped in astonishment when it slammed the door open. She ran to her desk just as it tackled her again. A pair of its front legs (arms?) got her in a head lock. Struggling, she was able to loosen it. She thought: "I can pull its arm away and get to my gun that's on my desk." Another pair forced her hips up. The pair of its back legs pressed against her knees pushing them wider apart.

Since she had moved her head downwards to loosen the head lock, she could see between her widely-spread legs that the roach's ovipositor had moved down. It started to secrete a green, jelly-like goo. She thought: "Slime! Slime! It's a nightmare!... No. It's just a nightmare. This is not real because no bug can be that big or smart."

She saw four of its segments. Each segment has petals like a rose so that they grip the bottom of the next smaller segment. The last smallest segment has a tapered end with two thin tenacles protruding from the middle of the petals.

It moved to her nether region. The tenacles briefly felt around her butt and then guided the segment to her pussy. Barging in, the segment's goo made it gush. She blurted out: "Oh God! It's real!" She moaned "Uhhf" as her body thrust back by reflex since it was maddening that there wasn't enough pressure against the walls of her cooch. She fought the thrusting-back impulses.

She thought: "I can lever myself free. If I get away.... If I get the gun.... Universe, I'll donate to charity. Just some leverage on its under-developed arm...."

She shouted "Shit!" when another segment entered her. The greatest increase in pleasure was like a constant tease of a sweet massage of her G-spot. Also, the walls of her pussy finally got better pressure. She started back thrusting. She said to herself: "The jealous scientists! Ummpf! I'll get 'em fired! No. Killed! Every damn one of 'em! Ufff!... They knew! THEY KNEW! They set me up! Uhhhff!"

A new segment popped into her. She cried out: "OH! Oh no. NO! NO! NO!" She punched the floor with each "NO." She held her breath for less than a minute before she started forcefully thrusting back and forth. Gleefully chirping its approval, the roach freed her from the head lock and bit by bit moved her to be perpendicular to the desk, and then braced its backside against the desk.

She was helpless. Crying, she mumbled: "If only I could stop...." Each rocking forward of the "cock" added pleasure, but very soon there was an awful aching emptiness that only a further advance of the "cock" could appease.

After a half-dozen thrusts, she dried her eyes. She thought: "This kind of 'letting go' must be the way it feels to die." With a violent back-thrust, she yelled: "DAMN YOUR COCK! My PUSSY WORSHIPS IT!" She redoubled her effort by frantic, full-body thrusts. She tried to force the ovipositor to fill her as quickly as possible. At first, multiple segments burst into her at the same time. Later, her pussy's ligaments popped from struggling with the intrusion of huge segments--each one larger than the preceding one. With each "cock" advance, new regions of her pussy became blessed/cursed by the goo. The increasing goo continuously amplified her pleasure-lust. Soon she lost herself completely.

The roach pulled her hips tightly towards itself. Its "cock" reached her cervix, hence causing it to press too much. A moment later she screamed as she felt like someone had punched her hard in the stomach. She didn't panic. She knew its "cock" had violated her uterus.

The pain allowed her mind to focus again. She remembered a section of the bug report:

For simplicity, we refer to the bug's egg-implantation process as a "sex" act. We refer to the bug's embryonic balls as "eggs" although they do not have a shell; they are "naked" eggs. We use the term "hose container" when referring to the last segment of the ovipositor. References to "segment" refer to any of the other segments since they are all structurally the same.

The hose container has a hose. Thin tentacles extend from the top of the hose to the outside of the tapered end. They feel for the cervix. Once found they enter it. They guide the hose through the cervix as the container's petals unfold. The container's base platform winds up flat against the cervix when the hose is completely inside the uterus.

Next, the tentacles search for bug eggs. If found, it senses how tightly they are attached. If the bug decides that it cannot dislodge them, it stops the sex act. Thus, it does not pump chemicals into the uterus to turn off the lust switches in her brain. For about two hours the induced lust incapacitates her. She recovers due to homeostasis and a continuous decrease in aphrodisiac exposure since the jelly lubricant liquifies over time and drains out of her.

If no eggs are found or if the bug decides it can dislodge the eggs, the sex act continues.

The hose adjusts its diameter; it stretches the cervix open as wide as possible to provide a strong seal. The base secretes a glue-like substance to hold to the cervix region; the bug keeps the base under tension as the "glue" sets.

The hose attaches to a valve in its base. Each segment has an egg sack. All the sacks connect to each other and thus connect to the valve. The valve allows a pressurized mixture to flow from below. This forces the uterus to expand. Chemicals in the fluid cause it to become more pliable and relaxed so that it can stretch better. They also neutralize the aphrodisiac effects of the ovipositor's secretions.

The ovipositor forces the contents of all its egg bags into an ever-expanding uterus. A chain reaction of mixture-deliveries occurs until every segment has emptied its egg bag.

Forceful delivery allows the ovipositor to dislodge recently implanted bug eggs. An older egg forced away from the uterus's lining will not "re-stick." Forceful delivery provided an evolutionary advantage.

Additionally, those species inserted their eggs directly into the uterus which was another important evolutionary advantage.

On top of all that, these species evolved a mechanism to force the host to give birth to the maximum number of its offsprings that it was possible for her to carry. This last advantage is due to the ovipositor leaving behind the hose container to keep the uterus sealed for at least three hours; this allows each of the vast number of eggs to find an empty place on the uterus's lining. This task becomes quite difficult as the lining becomes awash with the egg's siblings; thus, having no empty place at the end of the process requires several hours.

Also, this is plenty of time for the fluid's chemicals to optimize the uterus for pregnancy. Even if the host is on her period, it becomes spongy and thicker; also, its lining is quickly revitalized.

Each egg mimics a host's fertilized egg after it attaches itself to the uterus's lining. The host forms an umbilical cord to connect to the embryo. Throughout the pregnancy, the pseudo "fetus" releases chemicals that a host's fetus would have done--even though it instead develops into a worm-like larvae and later into its final bug form. For example, when they have finished developing, they are ready to be "born"; they release chemicals that trigger the host's normal delivery reaction.

After recovering, Jane found solace that she'd experienced the worst of it. The fullness was awesome. At first, she tensed her pelvic muscles to try to savor the "cock" even better. However, the aching emptiness moved to her uterus and continuously increased. Soon she was starving for the "ejaculation" to happen although the thought made her skin crawl: "A pressurized, insect-egg soup will blow up my belly like a balloon! Later, a mass of maggot-like creatures will overstuff me! Then, jam-packed even more, creepy roaches will try to crawl around inside me!" While shaking from disgust, she gently stroked her belly. She thought: "The pleasure prevents me from being sick at my stomach and throwing up."

She screamed: "FINISH FUCKING ME, DAMN YOU!" The wait was worse than the earlier pain. She hated yet was desperate for what was to come.

Suddenly, accompanying a loud bang, the roach's cock fiercely vibrated while gushing. The intense vibrations radiated throughout her body from her pussy. A gigantic load of eggs flooded into her. She arched her back, curled her toes, and hollered "FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. A little later, with another bang and vibration, the "cock" had an even greater gushing. She couldn't breathe and couldn't see anymore; she gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails into her hands. Then all hell broke loose: Bang-vibration-gushing-bang-vibration-gushing-bang-vibration-gushing-

etc

. Her teeth chattered. Each tsunami wave of eggs (and its accompanying earthquake) added its shock to all earlier shocks. Her uterus explosively inflated by being forced to capture every drop. Until she passed out, she swung her head frantically back and forth, rolled her eyes back in her head, and screamed hysterically.

After awakening she felt euphoric. But best of all: sexually blissful. Her throat hurt. Her tortured stomach's skin was stretched way too much. Her insides were throbbing and trembling. Turning over on her side, the alien's heavy "ejaculate" sloshed around deeply inside her and made her insides throb and tremble even more. Every single one of the innumerable eggs from the roach's now-empty ovipositor was active inside her and going all out to merge with her. She looked like she was at least seven months pregnant.

The roach was lying dead next to her. She stared at it for a long time. Then she smiled, lovingly rubbed her stomach, and touched the goo on its ovipositor. Jane said: "You've given me the magical secretion and your children. My study of your children will make me an expert on your species." Jane laughed and said: "Success is my lover. Sweetie Pie, I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Because of you, I will be famous and extremely wealthy." She blew the bug a kiss and started laughing again.

She stopped laughing when the roach changed to a more handsome Director of Alien Research; he turned to her and winked; then the body changed back. Suddenly Jane remembered statements in a preliminary report about a certain monkey-like primate:

Such an affected animal adds vast numbers to the bug population.

Such a "monkey" desperately pursues a target bug that needs a host for its fertilized or its soon-to-be fertilized eggs; the desperation becomes panic soon before her delivery of each bug horde. The target bug is any bug that is the same species as the bug that last impregnated her.

If she is not pregnant, the target bug will impregnate her. Normally she is pregnant: If she is to give birth soon, it will impregnate her afterwards; if her pregnancy is new, the bug will replace the implanted eggs with its own if possible or, if not possible, will dismount and leave at once; otherwise, the bug will ignore her.

In the early stage of her pregnancy, she routinely experiences a dismount by her target bugs. Of course, a dismount will cause her to suffer an incapacitating lust withdrawal. If left alone, she can recover in about two hours. However, she cannot avoid bugs during this time. All bugs that have sex with her during this period will also dismount. If enough bugs have sex with her, they deposit a large amount of the aphrodisiac lubricant. The jelly takes longer to liquify and drain out of her than for just one encounter. Since an outsized dose of the aphrodisiac gets into her brain and the dose continues longer, it incapacitates her for a longer period. This enables more bugs to have sex with her. This extends the time that she needs to recover just like before. The cycle continues until all the bugs with fertilized eggs in the surrounding area has had sex with her and no new such bugs have wandered into the area. The suffering can escalate from hours to days, although there are a couple minutes of pleasure within each sex act.

Such an animal chooses to live in hell! Her life consists of constant morning sickness, of giving birth to hordes of bugs, of longing for and searching for target bugs, and of a disabling sadness whenever her targeted bug ignores her.

If these animals were human, we would think that their first bug experience was so traumatic that it made them psychotic.

Jane thought: "Psychotic! Like me! The embryos were drugging them and now me! It's getting worse as I become pregnant with hundreds more every minute." She panicked and hyperventilated for what seemed like an eternity. Recovering, she realized what she must do. Naked, she sprinted out of her lab. She thought: "The Director! I've got to find the Director quickly! He'll be hard to find, but I have a hunch that he's west of here. He'll know what to do to protect me and his unborn child from these monsters." Besides, she knew that she urgently needed to be with her mate tonight and always.