Do what you do best

You pull your 'clothes' back into your body, leaving your bare, pink flesh on display. Mrs. Mattigrue, too, pulls off the gown she had worn for her feeble grandmother impersonation. The body beneath (the human part, at least, as you can't really judge the other part) is surprisingly sexy. In contrast to the lines on her face, making her look old, her belly is toned, her breasts are perky, and her skin is smooth. Although when you consider this is a monster, perhaps that youthful strength should be expected.

"Well? What do I do?" she asked, a little impatiently. Her hungry eyes were roving your nude body; her heritage as a lustful dryder was not lost during her years hiding in a city.

"I'll cast one spell; then tie me up and dominate me like I'm Queen Wulfenbane." Come to think of it, you hadn't used this ability since that first night when Mienna stumbled into your prison. It was a little exciting getting to do it again. Closing your eyes and resting a hand on Mrs. Mattigrue's iron-hard abs, you cast your skill: "Fuck me."

The dryder moans as her body undergoes a change. Opening your eyes... you don't see anything different. Well, the woman has a heated blush covering her face that tells you she's as horny as you were the week you couldn't find your eggplant. Only after a moment of searching do you locate her new genital at the back end of her spider body. You gulp when you see how big it is. If she were to measure her arm alongside it... yeah, her arm was probably smaller.

A sudden flurry of movement swallows you up. While you were distracted, Mrs. Mattigrue had attacked. With the skill of a grandmaster she strung her webs around your body, tying your arms to your back, lacing under your breasts to lift them more, passing around your crotch where it would rub every time you moved, strapping around your ass to make it puff out like a cushion--in just under three seconds you find yourself erotically tied up and hanging from her ceiling by your spread legs.

You blink in amazement. "What just happened?"

"Don't be surprised, love; even hiding in a town, I've been practicing my knots. It's one of the reasons I make lingerie for the local girls: it gives me a good reason to keep practicing my webs."

"I see. But like this, how do-" you start to ask. But she's already moving. More webs shoot out around you, creating a network the dryder can easily maneuver on. She spins herself up and over, positioning her new limb over your pussy.

"Say something, love?" she asks as she teasingly rubs the tip over your entrance.

A shudder passes over your body. You're suspended, upside down, arms strapped to your back, your entire body laced in a dryder's silk as she prepares to breed you like the monster she is. Your womb clenches in anticipation and fluid starts overflowing from inside you, running down your abs and ass in small streams. "Please be nice."

"You weren't listening to the story, were you?" she answers with a smug grin. She lunges forward (downward?) with her entire body, and any disorientation you were thinking about becomes entirely irrelevant as an entire foot of spider dick is shoved inside you. You want to cry out how good it felt--but remember Skoll is still in the house. Reasonably far away, but you keep your voice down just in case.

"That's good," Mrs. Mattigrue groans above you. "I always wondered how the males felt doing this. Feeling the inside of you, so soft and hot, yet clenching down so tightly... Oh Lolsh could I get used to this. And I'm barely halfway! Ready for the other half, love?"

You whimper. You can already feel her dick pushing its tip against your womb. "Could I get a min-" you start to ask.

Her unspoken answer is a no. She violently shoves the second half of her dick inside you, prying your cervix open and filling your womb with her glans, then pushing even further and forcing your stomach aside to make room. You throw your head back and desperately clamp your teeth together to muffle your scream as you feel your entire body being violated by her massive meatstick. After the initial shock of full penetration finally wears off, you dare to look back up at your stomach.

Right now, you can see the head of her cock making a small bulge just below your breasts, in the gap between where people normally have ribs. You've rearranged everything as quickly as possible to leave space open for that monster inside you, but even so you feel stretched unlike anything you've gone through before.

"You're still conscious? Good. I wouldn't want you to miss this."

"Wouldn't dream of it," you answer back through clenched teeth. She grins maliciously. For having been such a sweet grandmother while Skoll was here, now that she had you in bed she showed remarkable sadism. Was every dryder like this?

She pulled herself back until the bulge disappeared. Then she pushed forward again, harder this time, and it reappeared. Then back out, and in. Out, and in. It took her a few minutes to find a good rhythm, but once she had a handle on how to use her new tool, she started playing you with it like a maestro played violin. She quickly picked up on that spot just beneath your naval that was extra sensitive, so she started aiming for that spot with every thrust. Pleasure exploded behind your half-lidded eyes every time she rammed it, and it was all you could do to keep your moans muffled behind a tightly-bit lower lip.

Then she folded her human body forward and pressed her head into her chest. Her human hands wrapped around your head and began gently petting you. Then two spider arms started rubbing your chest and flicking your nipples, occasionally pulling on the bindings to make them swell up sensitively. You couldn't hold your lip anymore and let your jaw drop loose, your moans escaping you freely but muffled now by Mrs. Mattigrue's taut, perky chest.

"Oh Lolsh this thing is amazing. I really can't... hold it... UUUUNNNNGH!" With a moan and a shudder, the woman crests and bursts inside you. Thick, burning streams of dryder seed plant themselves directly inside your stretched womb. The heat hitting your wall directly sends sparks off in your head. Already feeling dizzy with pleasure and all the blood resting in your head, now your body trembles in ecstasy as it swallows fertile seed. For a moment you pass out entirely; but you come to moments later as another stream crashes against your open womb, the heat bringing you back to consciousness and orgasm simultaneously.

After a minute your womb is definitely full, but she keeps going. Slowly she pulls her penis back as she continues cumming, making space for more of her cum inside you. Finally the flow slows to a trickle, then stops, and she pulls herself out. Your stomach still has a bulge, but this time its an inflated womb. And with you hanging upside down like this she's made sure none of it can leave.

"And now you'll give me a daughter?" Mrs. Mattigrue asks, pulling your head back from her breasts so you can answer.

"Yeah... Just wait a... little while... Not long..." you gasp between breaths.

"Remarkable. And how long does this spell of yours last?"

You try to think about it, but you don't know. Especially right now, fucked silly, you don't know. So you tell her that. That just brings a malicious glint to her eyes. "Well then, why don't we find out while we wait?"

You have barely a moment to question what that means before you feel her tip poking your anus. "Wait, that's nNNNNNNN!!" you tried to object. It turns into a moan as she slides into you. This is a first, but it feels oddly pleasing. The thick length rubbing your sphincter, pushing against your over-inflated womb from the back, and ultimately filling you up more than you ever have been. It's a new feeling of fullness, both having a dick inside your back and being stuffed with cum in front. A mini-climax shivers through your body

"Yes, yes, yes! It's even tighter than the front! Lolsh, I hope it never ends!" The woman resumes rutting as soon as she's entirely buried inside your ass, pumping in and out with all her considerable strength. You can only enjoy the ride as she tests out exactly how long your order to "Fuck me" can last.

Around the third time she cums in your ass, bloating you so badly you have to form a connection to your mouth so you can spit some of the cum out, you start feeling the rumbling in your belly. Your body has finally realized you aren't going to stop for it to do its thing, so it'll go ahead and do it anyway. The egg shoots out into the ocean of sperm, lodges its instantly-fertilized self on your wall, and begins swelling into a fetus.

"Wait! Wait!" you call at Mrs. Mattigrue as she's still slamming your stretched asshole. "She's coming!"

"That is fast," the dryder mutters. After a moment's thought, she grabs you in her powerful arms and releases your legs from the ceiling--though she doesn't release your ass from her dick. Carrying you beneath her, she crawls down to the bed and, with some conscientious maneuvering, sits her spider part down so your thighs can rest on the sheets despite your ass being impaled on her dick.

"Um, can't you, like, take it out? I'm about to give BIIIIIIIIRTH!" A strong wave of pleasure washes over you as the child's foot kicks the dick lodged inside your backdoor.

"It feels goooood," Mrs. Mattigrue moans. "Don't wanna stop."

"But I'm really-" Really fucked. Your cunt is finally dribbling out all that cum, and the child grew inside it and is already prepared to come out. With a long, sultry moan, you clench your muscles and push your newest child out. In a spray of dryder cum and your own juices, she slides out with hardly any resistance and falls to the bed right beneath you.

The feeling of you giving birth running along her cock sends Mrs. Mattigrue into one final climax. Her dick spurts out everything it has left, re-inflating your stomach just as you thought you'd finally emptied it. As each jet of cum shoots into you, though, you can feel her dick shrink in equal measure. As the last of her cum shoots into you, her dick vanishes and you fall the last few inches to the bed.

"Lolsh, I pray I get the chance to experience that again," Mrs. Mattigrue moans from behind you.

You don't say it aloud, but if you're in this neck of the woods again sometime... But there's something more important right now. You reach down and gather up your new daughter in your arms. You pull her to your chest and let her suck, and she greedily does so. Her small body swells as she feeds, until after a few minutes you have a young child in your arms, resting partly on your swollen belly.

She doesn't look like her sire. Rather than being a dryder, it would be more accurate to call her a spider human. She has two arms, two legs, two eyes, but very pale skin and wispy, purple hair. Her eyes look a little off, too; and after watching for as long as it takes her to feed, it finally dawns on you what was so different: her irises are black, just like her pupils. It's impossible to see where one ends and the other begins.

It might be a bit unnerving for some folk, but she should be able to pass herself off as an NHC just fine even in public. Though you also note that she has all the anatomy she'll need to spin her own silken webs. Her sire should be pleased. "What's her name?" you ask, turning back to Mrs. Mattigrue.

"Tia. Tia Mattigrue," she answers without hesitation.

"Tia. Hi, Tia. We love you."

But you really better clean up before she has enough situational awareness to notice what state you're in right now.