Giant Mantis

You are a corrupted insectile monster. Specifically, you are a praying mantis grown over five feet tall.

The magic that made you giant and man-eating has also gifted you with some measure of sentience, enough to recognize the name you are called, "Verdi", the identities of your handlers, and the meaning of the orders you are given.

You are currently lying in wait by a forest path in your master's domain, hiding in the foliage to catch unsuspecting trespassers in your snatching scythe-arms. It has been some time since your last catch, and you grow very hungry, but you remain patient, believing that fresh prey is surely around the corner.

As you stand by, you feel a curious sensation wash over you. It is unlike anything you can remember feeling before, but instinct informs you that it is magic, magic like the kind that first uplifted you from a puny, mundane existence as a plain bug. You calm down and wait to see what changes are being made to you now.

The first thing that happens is the your four hind-legs lose strength and fold up, leaving you to sink to the forest floor. You click your mandibles in distress as you see your legs fuse together, leaving you with a single pair of thick, unresponsive walking limbs.

As you attempt to will your legs to stand again, an uncomfortable lurch presses through your abdomen. The rear section of your body compresses, and a nauseating feeling comes over you as you can actual feel a few organs or parts of organs being pushed out of your smaller abdomen into your thorax, which now widens to accommodate.

As your body rearranges itself, so to do your limbs. Your fused legs give an involuntary spasm as the tops twist around and pull up into you slightly. They thicken further, gain more mass until they break off a little of your exoskeleton around the joints. You eventually manage to stand upright again and take in the sight of your new single pair of legs, something about the shape of them, especially the feet, making you uneasy.

You have little time to ponder as your upper limbs begin to change as well. This time, your arms shrink and slim down, the carapace becoming smoother, though still chipping off in places. Your claws separate from your tarsals, twisting around to face out to the sides and growing significantly. Your tarsals themselves curl up, the walking appendages undergoing some complex changes that is so radical that you throw your head back and keen from the feeling. When the pain passes, you look down to see hands on the end of your arms.

Human hands.

You don't get a chance to even begin to try to comprehend what's happening before the unbearable sensation engulfs your head. It takes all your self-control to keep from scratching your face as you feel things shift and suck in behind your shell. Sadly, your willpower quickly runs out and you start to tear at the now loose and crumbling chitin of your head.

Finally you get it all off relish the relief of the cool breeze on your exposed flesh. But something is wrong, something very fundamental.

You spot a large, clear puddle of water nearby and lean over to peer into it. What you see draws a gasp from your new lips. A human face peers back at you.

You stand there, frozen in shock, until the squirming returns, this time under your thorax. You stagger back on uncertain limbs as your new internal anatomy finishes reforming behind the plates of your armor. It only takes a few moments for things inside of you to finish clicking into place, and then you feel things pressing against the plates of your underbelly. With defeated sigh, you again peel off layers of your carapace, exposing new human flesh to the open air.

A smooth belly and chest are bared for the world, and a burgeoning pair of mammaries celebrate their new freedom by doubling in size once they stop being pressed back. Feeling no new changes forthcoming, you look back at your reflection.

The image you see on the water is a fair-skinned human female, with bright amber eyes and lank medium-length black hair. Oddly enough, you realize that on the top of your head are a pair of small antennae and compound eyes. A bit of concentration reveals to you that they even function, granting you an enhanced sense of smell and field of vision so long as you focus to work them.

Your legs are encased from foot to mid-thigh in a "boot" of green, armor-like chitin. Your arms are similarly covered, though your hands are bare. Your claws now grow at an angle from the back of your wrists, and a new instinctual magic now let's you fold them, keeping them flush to your forearms when unneeded, and making them grow and hardened when an extra edge is required.

Your new torso is still armored on the back, shoulders, and sides, but your front is bare, with breasts, stomach, and groin exposed to the elements. Looking behind you, you see that you still poses your insectile abdomen,now much small and hanging over your backend like a tail, albeit one that still houses a good chunk of your digestive tract. Below it, a shapely and unarmored ass flexes and sways as you walk around.

Now that it's over, you find the space to question why this happened. Who could have done this to you, and for what purpose? What worth is this new form and these new urges, urges like finding a human male, exposing your new anatomy for his pleasure, and receiving-

Oh.

You're not sure where that line of thought came from, but now that you have it, it won't go away. Your new hands run up and down your front, squeezing and fondling at new, sensitive flesh.

One hand gropes at you pale breasts while the other rubs needfully at the furrow between your legs. Craving rougher stimulation, you pinch your small nipples and trace a finger on the inside of your lower lips. A squeal sounds from your mouth as you accidentally catch your clitoris. You trace circle around the little bud, feeling the heavenly pleasure coiling and building in your pelvis. Finally the pressure breaks, and you cum with a shrill cry.

You lie on the ground panting for a good while after that. Eventually, you regain some energy and realize you are hungrier than ever. You hope that a man come by soon, not to eat him, but to eat with him. And maybe, if the meal goes well, he'll be happy enough to satisfy some... other needs of yours too.

With a light blush, you pick yourself up and return to your hiding spot.