Spiderlings

Teysa awoke to a faint skittering sound. She came to lying in a sling of web from the wall. At some point the drider must have come along and woven her a hammock of sorts. Testing her limbs she found that she wasn't bound, but her massive mammaries pinned her into a kind of loose slouch. With difficulty she shifted her breasts out of the way and propped herself up into a sitting position. Standing seemed out of the question; just sitting up quickly made her head spin. How long have I been out?

Luminescent patches of fungus on the walls provided enough illumination to see by, and Teysa surveyed her surroundings. The cave wasn't much to look at. This seemed to be an out of the way nook. It was a cul-de-sac about ten feet across, with a twenty foot passage curving off to the right. Scattered webs stretched between the walls, ceiling and floor, though none appeared to be occupied at the moment. Looking down at herself, Teysa remembered the drider's bite. Her breasts were heaving, swollen mounds, each twenty inches across or more. Her nipples glistened in the dim light. A thin stream of clear fluid trickled from each. The sight suddenly made Teysa aware of her **** thirst. She was parched.

I can't possibly... I mean, I just can't... her thoughts trailed off. As she watched, a thick drop of the fluid formed on the tip of her nipple and plinked to the floor. Nobody is around to see. And I'm so thirsty! Teysa gently grasped her left nipple between the thumb and first two fingers of her left hand. Immediately she gasped and stiffened. Her nipples were so sensitive, even this light touch sent shivers up her back. Her breast reacted immediately. The thin flow of liquid doubled immediately, a rivulet beginning to run across the cave floor. Teysa tried to bring her right hand around and found it difficult; her right breast was pinning it against the wall. She wriggled and squirmed, each movement causing waves to ripple across her breasts, until her hand was free. Bringing it around she cupped her right palm below her breast to catch the liquid. She squeezed her left nipple with her hand and gasped in shock. The squeeze caused a wave of pleasure so intense that her knees knocked together and her eyes momentarily rolled back into her head. She couldn't see her pussy with her gigantic breasts in the way, but she felt wetness between her thighs. Her nipple spurted a jet that arced across the cave and away from her hand.

This isn't working. Teysa paused, then tried to crane her neck closer. She couldn't make it, but she managed to manipulate her breast until her nipple was roughly facing towards her. Another squeeze elicited an involuntary moan of pleasure, but more importantly it sent a jet of sticky fluid spattering across Teysa's face. Most hit her in the cheek and some went up her nose, causing her to sneeze and lose her grip. The stuff dripped down into her mouth and she licked her lips greedily. It tasted incredible, like sweet nectar. Only a single mouthful made it down her throat, but Teysa sprayed herself again and again. There seemed to be no end to the stuff, and she gulped it greedily down. Her face was soaked and dripping and her vision was blurry, but her thirst was satisfied. Her pussy was throbbing now, and she was sitting in a puddle of her own juices. She desperately tried to reach down there-- she needed to touch herself, now-- but she couldn't. Part of her brain was screaming at her. How did this happen? This isn't you, Teysa, snap out of it! But the fire in her loins was undeniable.

She sagged back against the wall, defeated. Right now getting up to walk around seemed impossible. The skittering came again. What was that? She saw movement at the end of the corridor and strained her eyes to see it.

It was a spider. Just a spider. A big one, granted-- it was about the size of a cat, with a bulbous abdomen mottled with blue and green swirls. It regarded her with what seemed to Teysa to be unspiderlike intelligence, then scuttled towards her. "Go away! Shoo!" Teysa called to it. "Leave me alone!" The spider ignored her. Of course it did; it's a spider. Instead it ran right up to her. Teysa tried to swat it with her leg, but the spider nimbly dodged. It paused when it crossed the little puddle of her breast milk on the floor, then climbed onto her.

"Urk!" Teysa yelped with revulsion and tried to brush it off. Her breasts were in the way, of course. The spider disappeared under her left breast, where she couldn't reach. It couldn't possibly know about her blind spot, it was just going for cover, but it was still frustrating. It was still somewhere down there, Teysa could feel its little legs skittering, but it wasn't visible. She held up a hand, ready to swat.

There was no sound, no sensation for a few minutes, and she lowered her arm. Maybe it had just been climbing over her to get to the wall? Teysa was about to forget the whole thing when the spider lunged over the rim of her breast. She almost swatted it, but before she could it jumped on her nipple. She felt a tiny pinch as it latched on, but that was washed away in a wave of pleasure as she felt her trickle of milk turn into a stream. It was sucking the fluid right out of her breast.

I'm breastfeeding a spider. How bizarre, thought a sane corner of Teysa's mind, but the rest was overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensation. She groped desperately for her pussy, rolling over onto her right side. The spider stayed firmly attached as she toppled, but with her breasts falling out of the way her questing fingers found what she was looking for. She parted her nether lips with two fingers and began rubbing in a circle, focusing on her clit with her other hand. She pumped away between her thighs, eyes closed, tongue lolling, a thin stream of drool collecting at the edge of her mouth. It was as though the dam had broken. Her first real orgasm washed over her, the intensity of the sensation wholly new to one who had previously lived the chaste life of a holy warrior. Moaning and grunting, Teysa didn't even notice the second spider until it latched onto her other breast.

This time the feeling was indescribably intense. Sunbursts were going off behind Teysa's eyes. She felt part of herself flowing into these spiders, nourishing them. Accompanying that sensation was a maternal warmth. She was feeding the children, she thought. Feeding the young ones so they could grow big and strong.

After the initial explosion of pleasure, it leveled off enough for Teysa to collect her thoughts. She still shivered occasionally, and her pussy still glowed with warmth, but she no longer felt the overpowering urge to touch herself. Instead she propped herself up with some difficulty and watched the spiders feed. "Go on, little ones," she said. "Drink up!" Soon a third spider clambered onto her, then a fourth. She made no move to squash them or brush them off. Why should she? Her breasts seemed to have a bottomless supply of milk, and they were hungry. The first two didn't leave, but they adjusted their posture to allow the newcomers access to Teysa's nipples. A swarm followed them, dozens of spiders jostling and brushing each other, clambering over each other to reach the streams of milk. Teysa was suddenly exhausted. Feeding this many seemed to take more out of her than she thought.

In fact, she was starting to feel a bit... drained. Light-headed, even. The spiders climbing over each other obscured her view of her breasts, but they were beginning to feel sore. "Hey, get off! Leave some for later!" she cried. She tried to brush some of them off but her arms teemed with spiders, pinning them to the ground. "Stop! Hey! Help! Someone!" She thought maybe the drider would hear her and come, but no-one appeared. The spiders continued to suckle greedily, draining her of every last drop of vitality. As she spiraled down into unconsciousness, Teysa's last thought was the irony: she gave life to so many only by giving it up herself.

Some time later, the drider happened upon a withered vessel lying at the end of the cul-de-sac. She sighed impatiently. Her spiderlings were young, but that was no excuse to waste a prime ambrosia producer. She would have to be more watchful next time.

GAME OVER