Even later..

Niery wakes up in a cold sweat gasping for air. There is a thick slime coating her throat and oesophagus, she hacks until ridding her airway of the thick gelatinous goop, no doubt a mix of her own saliva and whatever sludge the faux 'lung-cock' has smeared whilst abusing her airway..
Her surroundings are incredibly dark but she can see a faint glimmer of light illuminating the walls below.. wait.. she can see again! The face-hugger has fulfilled its purpose at best or grown tired at worst, regardless it's good to breathe fresh air even if her breathing is restricted. Scanning her surroundings she estimates to be a good 10m (30ft) above the ground.. give or take, far too high to land comfortably if she even had the means to do so. She's currently positioned in a corner of the chamber inside a big webbing, below her she can see stairs that lead somewhere deeper down into the dungeon no doubt. Her erection has gone into a semi-soft state, a stubborn half-boner refusing to go down, it must be whatever remains of the aphrodisiac. However, that current condition is overcome in an instant as a large mass emerges from the shade.

"Oh my~ it looks like someone's glad to see me" The broodmother chuckles. She climbs across the ceiling and descends down to see eye-to-eye, if it had been just her human half one could describe her as stunning, perhaps slightly pale but nothing frightfully, it is the far larger lower part (or in this case upper) that is monstrously frightening, a feat the fox craved more than anything..

"I hope you've had a nice nap, you'll need to be strong to carry our clutch." The queen cups her chin, pulling it up to give her an upside-down kiss as seen in the movies...
She then lowers herself further, her long spidery legs reaching for the wall to turn herself upright and up to position herself back at eyelevel, her lower body far bigger than that of the fox as just their torso's match in size.

"What is it deary, did the big bad drider steal your tongue? You've never made out with a drider before have you...~ Even better." The mistress purple lips shimmer for a brief moment until they connect to Niery's, once more 'robbing' her of air but in a much more pleasurable way. Only when she's about to black out does the queen release the kiss, only to seek out Niery's neck, planting a kiss on the spot her fangs had punctured earlier, lapping up some of the traces of blood before whispering into her ears, they twitch with each breathy word:
"Try..not..to cum~ and say aaah for your mistress.."

The fox obediently opens her maw, however, the sound she intended to make gets morphed into a moan of inspiration when a slick fist-sized tube nuzzles up against her cunt. She can feel it grinding back and forth between her netherlips, not to find an entrance per see, but to tease..
"Aa-ahnn~<3"

The drider chuckles, her ovipositor easily dwarfing the size of Niery's flared cockhead. As she nudges and pushes it up against the delicate folds clit to test her new toy's resistance and desperation. Each 'shove' earns a greedy moan, each 'retract' a **** whimper. The drider-queen continues to 'milk' foxy noises until satisfied with the slickness of her passage. At this point, a large ovular shape has nuzzled up between "Cock and Cooch" or rather Ovipositor and deposit, the queen knowingly using it to further tease her victim. Allow the two to get acquainted to one another as they'll be **** to spend quite some time together. With an occasional deposit of fresh driderlube squirting around the sides of the egg it begins frotting up some bubbles, they are large and foamy and start to pop like the ticking of a clock.

When the queen shoves her hips more insistently the egg is **** back up her faux-cock, but only momentarily. It takes some pressure and time for her vessel to stretch enough but when she does a full 6 inches (15cm) of girthy ovipositor shoves in to the brim, bottoming out against Niery's cervix. While the ovipositor itself is already a thick 2,5"inch (6,3cm) log.. the egg that is still lodged at the entrance of Niery's cunt sits with an intimidating diameter of around 3" (7,6cm) in diameter threatening to stretch her further "FFFhhhUuuck!"

"Fu-fu-fu~ Aren't you a squealer, to what do I owe the delight of such sweet music of you deary? We've only just started!" The queen only partially draws back as she spurts another healthy dose of spider-froth at the barrier before settling herself back into her mating press. The fox begins to clamp down on the massive egg tube, her body begging to receive its true payload, in mere seconds eggs begin to line up within, building up pressure against her vagina, just like the initial insertion this too takes its time for Niery to adjust, especially now that her vaginal walls started to clamp down while already nearly at their limit. The sensation is so overwhelming Niery can't even feel the fangs sinking back into her neck as her vaginal walls cave, she was never meant to take such large things unless she was in labour. Instantly the first egg surges in with relative ease now that her muscles have fully relaxed due to the queen topping her off with her venom, The first egg now resting right up against the cervix, kissing it with the promise of reverse labour..

Now that the egg has had a taste for the foxes comforting warmth it urges it's 'brothers' to push while the muscle-numbing venom starts to slacken Niery's final line of defence, she can faintly feel the egg starting slip inside, tears rolling down her eyes as her body reacts on its own. While her muscles and nerves are numbed her body knows it hurts and that this isn't a natural thing to happen. The queen graciously laps away at her salty tears as they prove just about her only source of saline in these dark damp catacombs.

The size of the egg, still gelatinous and malleable easily matches that of an ostrich egg: with a circumference of at least 18" (45cm)
[or diameter of to 6" (15cm) ] at its widest part. The entire thing must be about 18cm long as all but the tip are fully swallowed within the vaginaltract. "Jussst breathe.. it's jusst like going into labour." encourages the queen. Niery's cunt responds with a queef of dridercum bubbles and her own secretions, she briefly attempts do, do the breathing but fails to relax herself fully, if the reverse "push" wasn't hard enough already.
"Don't tell me I need to be egged unconsciously dear.. you'd miss out on the best parts, do you wish me to bring back the facehugger?"

Niery's mind on the brink of fainting gains a second wind at the thought of losing out on the best climax of her life, she redoubles her efforts and with a hoarse groan Niery finally "delivers" the first of her babies into her womb. She can immediately feel the large splurge of driderslugde that follows the heavy drider egg resting within her womb. It lays heavy at around 1,5 kg (3 pounds) of mass she's now **** to carry to term.. She has no clue on how long these incubate or how she'll birth. The thought stirs Niery and she begins to squirm and squeal at the thought of labour without these pain-numbing effects. "Nnn..nNOo! Ph.. Please..s-sto-PMMH!" Her screams are muffled by the queen's lips kissing her longingly, their thoughts becoming one until fully replaced by thought and promise full words of joy, bliss and ecstasy, ensuring her the true birthing will be the best feeling in her lifetime.

Niery doesn't get to linger much about the thought as a second egg passes into her birth canal with much more ease than the first. Her cervix in a state of shock as it pulses between half open and close but before it gets to close up the egg presses up to it's half-point as it's tripled follows right behind, they hold there for a moment while "Mistress" ends their kiss, a dimly lit trail of saliva connecting Niery's black lips to the queen's purple ones. While she holds eye contact the twin eggs **** the first to make room, shoving it into the back of the incubator while two no three litres of the queens' sticky lube pack them up inside, whatever doesn't fill the gaps backflows out in a steady stream of bubbles. The foxes' stomach and womb are stretched into a midterm pregnancy with 3 distinct oval-shaped eggs now residing within a space far too cramped but.. the drider isn't done yet.. Niery's eyes widen in shock as a fourth and final egg makes an attempt, an overwhelming pressure pushes it right up and between her now permanently stretched cervix.

The tidal wave of lube **** to drizzle down her legs and drip down onto what no doubt is a puddle somewhere far down on the stone floor. Niery begins to plea, her head attempting to shake as they seek the mistress' eyes for Pitty who simply responds by closing them as she drags out her ovipositor, a slurping sound emits from between her legs but the queen doesn't retract the tool fully.. the egg is now freed from its original host yet not secured within the 'egg chamber'. It is only when the queen opens her eyes again that Niery knows her answer..

The queen grabs Niery at the waist, her fang showing an amused grin while those of Niery show discomfort. Her womb is already beyond the weight one would consider straining her belly stretched as if she's carrying tripled in her final trimester but the Queen has plans to ad a fourth.
Gyrating her hips the drider makes attempts to nudge the obscene thing inside with the others. Some of the slime is **** to vacate the womb to allow the added volume of egg to claim space. Fortunately for the fox the queen takes her time at this, but she doubts it is for her comfort. Each trust justles the eggs around, each drawback allowing the egg to slip free once more but never enough to truly escape the snug comfort of her cervix.

Using her hips and faux-cock like a pile driver, the drider queen gradually picks up the pase. Sloppy fucking sounds start echoing through the chamber accompanied by both bliss and dreadful cries of Niery, knowing she'll be feeling the effects for the days after and will be left to rid herself of these massive things all on her own once this is all over..