Adeline's lactation disappeared over the next few days. Her breasts fit the larger bra quite comfortably but hadn't shrank much for the lack of milk. Her mother donated her old bras to a thrift shop. They bought new ones in the right size from a discount clothing store.
Pamela, however, had to express a few ounces from her breasts every morning. She was amazed by how strong her orgasms remained after days of masturbation while the sectoid fed on her. She had taken to getting off twice a day, and still she felt horny at work. Except the performing women and generous men played no part in her constant arousal.
The pain in her nipples came and went, but over the days, she adjusted to their incredible sensitivity. Pamela was careful to search for signs of infection whenever her nipples hurt.
Another week of incredible sex and taking care of her wonderful, adult child, passed happily.
It was a day just before her 'weekend', when the sectoid failed to appear while Pamela, fully naked, masturbated upon her bed. The vibrator felt inadequate for her needs, but it was just used to get her started.
Half an hour of tepid stimulation went by, and still there was no sign of the bug. Pamela stopped to prevent chaffing, although her pussy was dripping ready for more action.
She donned her robe and sat on the side of her bed after storing her vibrator away. Had the thing escaped their house? Had one of her pitiful attempts to poison it finally caught up with the creature? She sat for a while in contemplation.
"MOMMA!" Adeline shrieked from the living room. "YOU DIDN'T!" She cried. "You promised!"
Pamela flew out of her room and found her daughter standing before large pile of something strange. The adult child was sobbing at the unmoving heap.
"Adeline!" The mother pleaded. "I didn't do anything to the bug! I don't know what that is." She kelt to the floor to examine it closer. The pile of bits were the same color as the bug but much lighter in shade. They were translucent however and piled together, they looked like they had belonged to the sectoid.
Pamela dared to touched the heap. A fragment of chitin toppled from the heap. Then she understood. "Honey, our bug isn't dead." Probably not, she thought to herself. "It's transformed into a new phase of its life. That's what a butterfly does. You know about Butterflies, right?"
Her daughter's sobs quieted slowly as the adult child contemplated the famous and wondrous lifecycle. "Really?"
"I think so, Sweetie. This is the shell that our bug left behind when it transformed. It's just like skin that peels off after a sunburn, except the bug is suppose to shed its hard skin or it can't grow."
"Wow." Adeline said softly.
The mother then gulped at the possibilities which sprang to mind. The utmost priority was to assure her daughter. "When a bug changes into a new form, it could look like anything. Don't be scared if you see something new. It could be larger and shaped very differently."
Pamela wasn't happy to be suggesting to her vulnerable daughter that the sectoid's new phase would be harmless. However if she said the creature might be dangerous, she doubted the adult child would believe her. The trust between them was still recovering from her lie weeks ago. "Now I'm going to say something important. Please, if you see it, do not touch it or let it get close to you." Pamela added less truthfully. "We don't want to frighten it. It may not remember us. Promise me that you'll call me right away, so we can watch it carefully to figure what it has changed into."
"I promise, Momma." Adeline looked a little frighted after her tears subsided. She was glad to make that promise.
Pamela didn't sleep easily that night, certain that the sectoid had reached a new stage in its lifecycle. She got up and turned on all the lights in her home, while checking ever nook for the third time that day.
She found it in the small utility closet, behind the filled laundry basket, which she had looked behind previously.
It was huge. How it fit in that dark corner amazed her. The thing looked like an American football on steroids, and that was just its abdomen. Its thorax and head jutted another three inches from its armored hind end. Roughly trapezoidal, it crouched in the dark, shallow gap as if afraid to explore the world.
Pamela had seen one just like it, when she first encountered the now decimated swarm. A rat nearly as big as the bug, had been devouring it rapaciously. The memory made her feel a little sorry for the otherwise intimidating creature.
Talking to it would accomplish nothing, but she told it anyway. "Don't you even think of scaring my daughter! Or touching her." She nodded sharply.
Backing away from the laundry basket, Pamela called behind her. "Adeline. Adeline?" She raised her voice slowly, hoping not to startle the full grown sectoid."
On the third call of her daughter's name. Adeline responded. "Momma?"
"In the kitchen, Honey. I found it. You can see it if you want."
Adeline found her mom standing int the utility nooks' slatted doorway. "Where, Momma? Where?"
Her mother pointed to the basket. "It's behind that. Move slowly, Honey, if you want a look. We don't want to startle it." Pamela imagined, if the huge thing took flight, what a terrible fright that might be for her daughter.
Adeline eased into the space, peeking around the laundry. She gasped but not loudly, "Momma! She's-" Then abruptly, the young woman backed away, slipped past her mother, turned, and ran to her room. "Bright eyes." She worried aloud.
That was the name of her stuffed opossum. Pamela blinked. Confused, she retreated from the nook. Adeline returned with her toy in hand. She looked relieved. "I brought it a friend."
The mentally challenged young woman never ceased to surprise and delight her mother. Pamela wished that the stuffed animal could be appreciated by the transformed insect. She almost cried, her own appreciation for her daughter's gift, welling warmly in her heart. She hugged her dearest strongly. Adeline returned the hug tenuously.
They parted. "You can certainly try." The mother got out of her daughter's path to the nook. "But be very gentle."
Adeline went to the nook and crouched. She set her fake pet on the tile floor and slowly scooted it to the open side of the laundry basket. "Come out and play, you nice big bug. This friend wants to say hello."
The bug remained tucked as tightly as it could behind the tall, wicker basket.
"It's okay, Sweetheart. You did your best. Remember that it's looking at the world as if it was just born. Maybe it'll come out in a day or two." Pamela actually thought it might leave its hiding spot within an hour of being left alone, but she didn't want her daughter to get her hopes up.
"Won't she get hungry?"
