Day 1 of Arilia's life as an egg-dumpster

"TAKE IT WHORENET" the eldest princess groaned announcing her onset climax and those of her two sisters soon to follow. One by one their antcocks throbbed, spurting and pumping enormous quantities of their ****-up honeycum inside Arilia.

While the eldest had completely hilted herself the other two pounding her tits kept their pace as Arilia's bust started to expand from her once modest B cups to D's in a matter of seconds. Their hips impacted heavily on the jiggly mass of gelatinous tits sending a rippling effect through her equally swollen stomach that would be considered disproportioned for a hornet to the point you'd consider her a bumblebee.

Arilia was left with no time to rest, and with limited access to oxygen she had snorted in between each of the queen's trusts her head started spinning further more, and her limited vision of the room and that of Myrellis's crotch started to blur. Shadows crept in from the corners of her eyes as she approached fainting.

Shh..WHOP!

With one long pressed insistent shove Queen Myrellis's knot slid inside locking behind Arilia's teeth. _"EeE~hh EGGS! They're coming!" _The first of the clutch had descended into the ovipositor with more to follow, the knot itself was more of a hollow anchor that allowed easy access inside of the host while the rest of the tool would be **** to expand to accommodate the egg girth, each as thick as an orange if not an apple.

_"NhhH!" _Arilia moaned and whimpered as the thick ****-fed egg brushed past her tonsils and into her troat. With her supply completely cut off a small part of her brain started to panic but true fear and desperation never came as her mind had been **** into a docile blissful state. With each egg, she could feel herself slipping more and more out of consciousness. Her head seemingly got empty as her body filled.

The young princess had stopped cumming at this point but still continued to buck against her inflated form. Each of them carried her swollen features and kneaded them appreciatively.

Minutes passed with no signs of a pause or end. At some point, she had lost track of the eggs she had been **** to swallow, and she could feel herself pass out any moment..