The Waspinization of Emma
by The Preve
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit.
She lay on her back, on a paper bed. Her nude body dripped with sweat. Her legs were spread, her pink pussy wide, wet, and open. Her moans and gasps alternating with a gnawing of her lower lip. She looked down, not in horror, over her swollen breasts and belly, at the remarkable thing the wasps were doing to her pussy.
They worked in cycles. One inserted an egg, another fertilized her womb.
Emma would have felt horror days ago. Her body, today, was bloated with eggs in a surreal "pregnancy". Her former toned athletic shape transformed into gravid fertility.
Days ago, for Emma, sex with giant wasps was new. She'd given no thought or care for the consequences; no question whether the wasps would eat her afterwards. She was to immersed in exploring this new and unique experience. Playing host to fertilized wasp eggs didn't factor.
After that first encounter, she'd woken to the sound of wings. It was almost a musical, soothing hum. "Mmmm," she muttered, drowsily.
The platform she'd woken on was soft and dry. She was on her side, curled. Emma struggled between sleep and wake. The hum was so soothing, hypnotic.
Emma turned on her back and opened her eyes. She blinked until they adjusted and gasped. Her startled sigh was involuntary, not in fear or horror but awe.
Wasps!
Giant wasps, everywhere, lining the walls of the vaulted cave. The walls themselves were made of paper, with pentagonal niches and passageways. An opening at the top let sunlight and air into the nest.
In spite of it all, Emma wasn't terrified.
If they were going to kill or eat me they'd have done it already. And I'm just a single human, not enough to feed all of . . . these. Still, why did they bring me here?
Emma took stock of her situation. The platform was a rock formation, covered in wasp paper.
Like a bed or throne.
The "bed" was set in the exact center of the vault. The sunlight streamed directly upon it.
Emma expected a cave to be cool and uncomfortable, given her nude state, but the nest was surprisingly warm.
She noticed a few vents nearby, hissing steam, and a pool of water at the base of the formation.
A volcano, probably dormant.
Some dormant volcanoes contained vents and hot springs. She'd explored a few before.
The wasps seemed uninterested in her at the moment. Emma felt muggy and sticky,
Like I just fucked a giant wasp,
so she walked to the pool to test the water.
Some of these pools can be scalding, so I'll have to be careful.
The water was warm, not scalding, and it tingled,
Minerals.
The pool was deep. She swam, dipped, and washed, and then climbed out, clean, slick, and wet.
"I wonder what happened to Doug?" she asked, slicking back her hair. "Did the wasps catch him?"
She hoped he was okay.
No sign of him in here.
Most of the wasps clustered around a ledge near the roof.
Almost as if they're having a conference.
Emma was right in that aspect. Most questioned the wisdom of bringing this creature to the nest. The wasps who'd brought it argued its status as a female made it harmless. Moreover, she had potential as a distraction, until a new queen could be hatched. The issue, right now, was the eggs. They were unfertilized and needed an incubator.
The idea went off simultaneously. Antennas raised and all the wasps looked at the creature. It might work, the collective thought suggested. The special pollen might be required to pull it off. A collective decision was made; several wasps were sent to the nearby island to gather the pollen. The unprecedented novelty of the decision was lost on the hive. They were desperate, and wasps are absolute pragmatists.
Emma passed the time exploring the vault. She noted many tunnels but indications of an exit. "I could climb to the roof," she thought, but given her nudity, and the vigilance of the wasps, the prospect was problematic.
The warmth and humidity created a gloss of sweat on her skin so, to relieve the mugginess, she took a few more swims. A growl in her stomach revealed another problem.
Food; what is there to eat?
As if on cue, a hum filled the vault. Three wasps flew into the chamber, covered in saffron, or amber powder.
They landed on Emma's platform. She noticed, on a closer look, objects in their mandibles. The wasps' bodies vibrated, like wet dogs drying themselves.
The "powder" shook off their bodies. She found the powder was, in fact, small fibrous tufts of a mysterious substance. The other objects fell from the wasps, revealed as assorted fruits and tubers.
Bananas, papaya, breadfruit, and taro. I guess this is feeding me, huh? What's with the weird fluff balls?
The wasps flew away; the rest ignored her. Emma went to the food pile and examined the fluff. The experienced traveler knew what not to put in her mouth. On the other hand, she was an experimental woman. The fruits were mixed with the fluff so they had to be washed,
If this stuff is dangerous.
She picked some of the fluff up and examined it.
It looks familiar . . . pollen?
Emma's experience, between here biology masters and nature hikes, let her recognize pollen. She just never seen such an abundance.
This either came from thousands of flowers, or one giant one.
She might have dismissed the idea of supersized flowers earlier, but then, giant wasps were not a factor.
She pondered her next move. The fruit and tubers were covered in the stuff. The reason could be incidental contamination.
Pollen's not exactly poisonous. What flower did this come from?
She held it to her nose. The smell was sweet, cloying, subtle, like a rose or carnation flower. She'd met a few health nuts who attested to pollen's benefits. That thought explained why Emma touched her tongue to it.
It tasted mildly sweet, not overwhelming in flavor, but very subtle. Emma pondered some more.
