Queen

While visions of giving birth to millions of bugs fill your head it seems the best of the two options.

“Queen” you scream

The bugs suddenly crawl all over you and you feel yourself drowning in them, you scream and you mouth if filled with bugs. The fear and shock quickly render you ****.

To your surprise you awaken. You are lying on a soft spongy surface, totally naked. Your body seems to be covered in something sticky which is giving off the sickly sweet smell of rotting vegetable matter. You open your eyes and find that you are lying on a raised surface in a room whose every surface is made of the same sickly yellow spongy material. You sit up causing the sticky fluid covering your body and every other surface to slurp disgustingly.

You look around and realize that there are no doors to this room that you can detect. You get off the ‘bed’ (the best word you can think of) and walk around, every step causing the sticky floor to slurp.

“What have I gotten myself into?” you think. Suddenly you feel a panic and look down. You are relieved to find your belly is no longer distended although you are beginning to feel very sore between your legs. You reach down to rub your sore cunt and suddenly realize that your pubic hair is gone, it is then that you realize that all your hair, apart from that on your head (which is filled with goo), is gone.

As you stand there wondering why this is so one of the walls melts away and a man walks in. He is wearing some sort of insectile armor with chitinous plates covering his whole body and multifaceted eyes and feelers on his helmet. He is holding a wicked looking spear.

He kneels down on one knee. “We await your presence in the royal chamber, O Queen” he says with just a hint of buzz in his voice.