(Fair Warning ~ This gender swapped, action/adventure, sci-fi hentai litRPG features elements of non-consensual sex, sex with aliens, monsters and other non-humans, tentacle stuff, seduction, coercion, dominance and submission, male/female sex -well kinda, maybe however you want to classify the gender-swapped sex....on top of the violence, fantasy elements, and plot stuff... Or it may not...every chapter’s a little different. If you’re still in...please enjoy, and thanks for reading! And a very special THANK YOU to everyone who sent encouragements and expressed their eagerness in waiting for this chapter! Sorry for the wait, I hope this is will be worth it! I also hope to get the next one out sooner, but I’m not getting quite as much writing time as I would like, just rest assured future installments are on their way! ~Karin Mac)
Stage 2-6: Maze Escape
I barely noticed that the
PREG
notification in my periphery was glowing red now.
I was completely naked, laying on the dirt floor of the maze, or labyrinth, or whatever, hugging my pregnant belly. Not far off the Pit Boss was slouched against the rough stone wall, groaning in satisfaction. He’d dropped my leash after filling me with cum, but at the moment I couldn’t even think about grabbing it or making a getaway. The submissive desires that had left my mind numb were receding slowly, not to mention I was still reeling from an explosive orgasm.
I pushed up into a seated position, looking down at my skinny, feminine arms and feeling the heavy sway of breasts on my chest. Sitting back on the padding of my full, round butt, I settled my bulging stomach between a pair of curvy hips and crossed my long, slender legs. I could feel the Zauknoid larva starting to squirm inside. It was a bit unsettling, but I couldn’t deny a growing sense of affection for the little worm. More evidence of the game flooding my mind with female hormones and emotions. I didn’t, or shouldn’t have any mothering instincts, so it couldn’t be any kind of natural reaction, mentally I was still a man...wasn’t I?
Suddenly, the Pit Boss lurched into motion. I looked up in surprise to see him jerking awkwardly and kicking his feet. As I watched, I realized it looked like his entire body was glitching the same way his face had been the past couple days. When he writhed to standing position, I forced myself to do the same. My boobs felt heavy, and my bulging stomach swayed uncomfortably, forcing me to use the wall for support.
Once on his feet, the Pit Boss seemed to freeze in place. His limbs were twisted awkwardly, sticking out in unnatural directions like there was something wrong with his animation sequences. His green oval head swiveled towards me, the expression frozen in a glitchy twist.
“It-it-it’zzzz You!” his twisted mouth flapped unnaturally. “The code...c-code prompt.”
Suddenly my mind flashed back to the end of my boss battle with Gnash One-eye. Captain Korvas had appeared on a giant screen, glitched out, and said something very similar!
“Who are you?” I asked quickly. “What is this?”
“Not much-much time!” he replied. “The virus-ware will debug me quickly...”
“Wait, what virus?”
“Pro-pro-progrrram corrupted...code prompt must reach fi-fi-final **BZZZZZT!!!**” He trailed off into a deafening buzz that seemed to come, not from his malformed mouth but all around.
“Are you calling me the ‘code prompt’?” I asked, not sure if he could still answer. “And before you, er, the Pit Boss or whoever kept saying there’s something special about me...”
**BZZZZTT!!!** Another loud buzz shook through the tunnel.
“Special-special-special...” it looped robotically. “Programs can read dev-dev-deviation in code...”
“So there is a deviation in my code,” I gasped, taking a step towards him. “Is that the corrupted file on my character profile?”
“Yezz...Co-Co-Code prompt,” he buzzed.
“What’s that mean, what code prompt?”
“Muzzt-must reach fi-fi-final stage to activate ant-ant-anti-**BZZZZRRT!!**” He stumbled back, glitching again and hit the wall with a shudder.
There was a loud clear BING and a glowing orange progress bar appeared in front of him that said REBOOTING... He seemed to force one arm to reach toward me, holding out a twitchy finger.
“Quick-quick-quick!” he blurted. “The lo-lo-lock!”
I took another step forward, somewhat unsure but having the undeniable urge that I should listen. He also took a step towards me, reaching for my neck. I hesitated, what even was this? Before I could make up my mind, he lurched forward and poked the padlock on my collar. To my astonishment I heard and felt the lock click open, then the chain-link collar fell off my neck!
I stumbled back in shock, reaching up to touch my naked throat.
“Must escape!” the glitch asserted. “Reach final sta-sta-sta- **BZZZZRRT!**”
He froze as the progress bar reached 50%. His limbs and face started flickering back into their normal shape.
Somewhat in shock, I opened my HUD. Unfortunately, everything was still the same. None of my skills had unlocked, and my status still read: BREEDER.
What was it Eyla and Crowther had said? They had to get Eyla out of the Breeding Pits before her status reset.
At least I was free of the leash, now nothing could stop me from running. I turned and started down the tunnel. Feeling a sudden lurch of my pregnant stomach, I paused clutching it. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t exactly be running.
Looking down the tunnel, which was only dimly lit by the iridescent moss clinging to the walls, a nervous twinge crawled up my spine. I remembered the skittering in the shadows and the confusing twists and turns we’d come through. I had no idea how to get back! No idea what those skittering monsters would do to my slow moving pregnant self. And speaking of; no idea what would happen when I had to give birth. A wave of insecurity washed over me, and I felt tears brimming...man, I hated being such a crier in this body.
Glancing at the Pit Boss and seeing his reboot percentage reaching the 90’s, an idea popped into my mind. I hurried forward, scooping up the leash and collar. He looked back to normal but hadn’t unfrozen yet. I reached out tentatively, made sure I could still touch him, then quickly wrapped the collar around what passed for his neck and clicked the lock into place!
Holding the end of the leash, I then stepped back as far as I could, and waited.
The progress bar reached 100% then flashed and flickered out. The Pit Boss glanced around, looking slightly confused before fixing those grey oval eyes on me.
“What happened, BREEDER?” he took a step towards me, then noticed the swing of the leash. “What is the meaning of this?” He grabbed at the collar around his neck.
“Hands off!” I snapped with a slight tug.
The Pit Boss’s hands dropped to his sides immediately. I couldn’t repress a grin as anger flared across his inhuman face and he looked at me.
“What happened? How are you doing this?”
“Nevermind all that,” I replied quickly. “You know the way out of here don’t you?”
“We are in the Labyrinth...?” It was part question and part statement. He looked around as if acclimating himself.
“Yes! Where you brought us,” I said. “Do you remember that?” He’d been glitchy for a few days, I couldn’t be sure if the program had rebooted him back to before any of that had happened?
“Yes,” his angry glare flashed back at me. “Mostly...the past few days seem a bit...”
“Choppy?” I offered when he trailed off.
He nodded.
“Yeah, I know the feeling,” I sighed and then gave the leash a little tug. “Get dressed, now you are going to lead us out of here!”
He grimaced, sort of gritting his pointed teeth and glared down at the leash. I think he was trying to resist, but then he bent down and started pulling on his coveralls.
“This way...” he hissed, turning to start down the tunnel.
I could see and knew what he was going through, that desire to resist being overwhelmed by the forced obedience of the collar and leash. I took silent enjoyment in that small revenge. I followed cautiously, keeping the leash basically at full length between us.
“How did you get that leash off, BREEDER?” he asked a short time later.
“Doesn’t matter, just keep moving.”
He grumbled but kept stomping along ahead of me. We hadn’t gone far when a sudden wave of agony spiraled through my stomach, then down into my hips (PN: 1). I groaned in surprise and pain, doubling over and clutching my bulging stomach. Inside I felt the larval ZAUK lurch, then a warm rush of liquid spilled down my inner thighs.
“Shit!” I gasped as the pain passed. In my periphery the PREG notification was starting to pulse brighter.
The Pit Boss stopped, turning back towards me. “Ah ha! It is time!”
“Time for what?” I grunted...although I knew the answer.
“Time for you to become a mother of ZAUKS!” he declared, that needle-toothed grin spreading across his face. “Remove this collar so I can-”
“Not fucken likely,” I groaned. “I can walk, keep us moving.” I lashed the leash like reigns on a horse. He snarled at me but turned and kept moving.
I followed after, my body now feeling tense and heavy. We made it several yards before another wave of pain coiled around my stomach (PN: 2). I had to pause again.
The Pit Boss turned back to me. “We should stop until-”
“No, we shouldn’t,” I spit through grit teeth. “I need you to get me out of this maze!”
He scowled but turned and led on. We didn’t get far before I had to stop for another contraction (PN: 3). This one was so intense, it left me gasping for breath afterwards. I pushed us on a little further, when the next one gripped me. This time I couldn’t keep from crying out (PN: 4). The pain felt as if I was going to explode, or implode, or possibly just tear right in half.
I’ve always been told women had a higher tolerance for pain than men, but apparently that perk didn’t come with my female body. This was nearly unbearable!
We kept moving a bit further, but when the next contraction came, I knew we would have to stop. I stumbled, having to lean against the wall and whimpering in pain as a crushing pressure constricted around my hips and stomach (PN:5). They were coming quicker and getting more painful. I could see the writing on the wall.
“Alright, shit,” I groaned. “What do you know about this whole birthing process?”
The Pit Boss grinned. “Remove the leash and...”
“Oh fuck ooohhhhFF-” my voice pealed out into a screech as I was seized by another contraction (PN: 6).
I slumped against the wall, then sank to the floor. I was gasping for breath. It felt like everything had shifted downward. My stomach was churning. My hips were aching. I could feel the larva wiggling around inside, it seemed to be moving more deliberately now.
I tried desperately to remember any conversation I’d ever had with the women I knew IRL about giving birth. Then any scenes from movies I could think of. I knew Lamaze was some kind of breathing method but not much more than that.
“We should probably get moving,” the Pit Boss said. “I’ve got to lead you out-”
