Becca's bedroom door was wide open, the outside light pouring into the hall. I stuck my head in and found her staring out the window opposite me, her figure darkened by the backlight. She turned when she heard me enter with her hand down her pants, moving in a slow circular pattern. She seemed to have been waiting for me to finish impregnating her mother.
"That was so fucking hot, Daddy. I wished it was me on the bathroom floor..."
"I think we can arrange that," I joked, wishing I was already inside her. I couldn't wait for her to shoot more larvae into me. I needed to fill the emptiness I felt in my balls, regretting letting go of my larvae so soon.
"Oh yeah? We'll see. You know I found something very...very big last night," Becca's free hand rested on her tummy under her sweatshirt, "Well I guess it found me really."
"In the cave?" I gulped.
"Mhmmm..." she purred, watching my cock rise. It was hanging between my legs, but Becca's comments were causing it to stir again.
"A bug?" I drooled.
"Big one. The deeper down that main shaft you go, the bigger they get, and I still haven't found the end of that cave." She moaned and rubbed herself harder, as if recalling memories of being used as an incubator for various insects.
"And is it...in you, right now?" I tried to burn through her clothing with my eyes, conjuring wild visions of what she could be hiding.
"Ha!" Becca snorted, "Hell no! You really have no idea...never mind..." Her arms crossed as she pulled her hoodie up over her head, pulling her tits with it. She wiggled side to side to escape the fabric, and her breasts fell atop her very pregnant stomach. "Just what hatched in me."
I gasped. She was bulging with movement, but not like Rachel. The larvae I'd deposited into Rachel's womb were soft, and wiggled around almost at random, resulting in a chaotic sort of bubbling. Becca had something huge and stiff coiled up inside her. There were rings after nested rings stacked on top of each other, as if she were smuggling a garden hose in her uterus. It shifted and flexed, moving slowly and deliberately. Whatever was inside her was no larva.
"Come here Daddy," Becca cooed, beckoning with her hand.
I didn't argue. I walked over to her in a trance, hypnotized by her cargo. I might have drooled.
She stood at the window as I approached. My cock pointed straight at her now, swaying back and forth with each step I took. One thing I really appreciated about being infested was the almost constant arousal. I got hard so quickly, even directly following an orgasm that almost knocked me out. I'd cum in the shower, in Becca, and in Rachel in less than a day, and I was ready for more.
When I arrived, Becca pulled me in to a deep and passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth with a moan. I shuddered as our stomachs touched. Hers had absolutely no give, packed full with something that...pulsed. Her right hand found my dick and stroked it as we made out.
I groped at her naked tits, desperate to feel them again. They felt so fucking good, infested with fat, heavy, healthy, stiff-shelled bugs. Becca rested her left hand on my right, and adjusted its position such that when I squeezed, it would force the contents of her breast up toward her nipple. I mirrored the position on her left breast as she continued to stroke my dick. I could feel the insects in her tits seething against my palms, driving my own excitement. I thrust into Becca's hand, meeting her strokes with my own, and groped her harder as my aggression built. I broke off from her lips to focus on her full breasts.
"You can't hurt me," she reassured me with bated breath.
With a pit in my stomach and Becca's blessing, I placed my hands under her tits. I cupped them at the base and squeezed, methodically worked my way up, giving the insects inside her less and less space. Her nipples swelled with motion. Small bumps skittered just under the thin skin. Mesmerized, I squeezed harder.
"Mmmm..." Becca bit her lip as her nipples opened, releasing a torrent of brown, pill shaped insects from her breasts. They covered my hands as I squeezed them out of her. Within seconds, it was as if Becca hadn't removed her hoodie at all. Her torso was completely invisible, covered by the shivering swarm she'd been carrying.
Becca pumped me harder as the bugs ran down her arm and onto my cock. They covered my shaft and balls with a breathtaking bustle, thousands of tiny legs darting across the entire surface of my dick. Bunches of them fell to the ground as Becca jerked me. I'd hoped to save my orgasm for inside her, but this was too much. I came fast, and I came hard. I felt the now familiar pressure of eggs gathering in my urethra, apparently my new default setting. I knew then that I would never shoot normal semen again. This time, though, my load blasted from me, my cock's new strength plenty to handle the weight and thickness. Wet globs spewed from my crawling head and stuck like mucus to the window behind Becca. Rope after rope of egg laced cum ran down the glass like glue, casting shadows on the wall. Becca let go of my cock.
She pulled me back in for a kiss, then rested her forehead on mine. We stared into each other's eyes, both breathing hard. Becca's darted down, then back up. She wanted me to look at something. Her eyes dropped again and mine followed. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for. Her entire upper body swarmed with insects, still bursting from her breasts, obscuring her in a mass of exoskeletons and antennae.
