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When you wake again the male is still gripping you tightly, and still inside your womb. You twist your head and find that the creature is inseparably attached to your backside. Its spindly legs dig into your flesh between your growing chitin. Your stomach feels absolutely stuffed with the monster's cock and the copious amounts of cum it must have pumped into you. You should feel panic, but you are overcome with satisfaction as you rub your hand over your cum inflated belly.

Over the next week you are attended by infected drones, fucked repeatedly by the male, and elated as your belly grows. Your hunger grows tremendously now that you are eating for a countless brood, and drones bring you all kinds of gathered goods. After a few days the male stuffs a soft digit into your asshole feeding from your growing body. A formation of eggs begins to slowly form in your growing belly and you squeal with delight when you feel them shift inside you.

Your are fascinated as you bulge swells and begins to droop over your pelvis. It's becoming impossible to walk, and you are barely able to drag yourself across the floor, but you don't need to. You realize now, looking back on your life, that that adventuring was a childish attempt to fulfill a need in yourself, and you don't need it anymore. You are sated, sustained by the constant barrage of great orgasms, worshiping devotees, and your forthcoming motherhood. The eggs grow large, each one the size of a tennis ball. Your transformation continues as the weight forces your pelvis to split, painlessly; making your womb an assembly line ready to spawn a steady stream of young. It stretches behind you, ever impaled on the male's probe, and gradually glowing the same iridescent blue.

You come hard when the birthing starts, each orb bumping against your tender insides, but the satisfaction is what really sends you over the edge. New eggs pop out of your tight hole every few minutes, only to be carefully gathered up by your infected drones. You don't really know where they are going, but you don't care, you slip into orgasmic bliss. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cum each time you lay an egg, and judging by the rate you're going and the size of your belly, I think you are going to be here a long time. Changed but unbroken.