I smile weakly, as Floret takes my arm, and walks me out of the backstage, as inconspicuously as possible. Up the left side of the auditorium's narrow steps, past the seating rows, towards the door at the top. Like a mother in late labor, my stomach churns, and my breasts bulge as she helps me up the steps. I give awkward looks, trying to reassure any suspicious onlookers with my smile; to convey: "Don't mind me, I'm just feeling nauseous from the passing stage fright I obviously had". Which wasn't exactly far from the truth, I'm not even sure if I thanked the audience after our performance or not.
As we arrive at the top of the auditorium, Gloria is leaning next to the double doors, like the fanciest bouncer ever conceived in her fine dress. At first, she looks down at the stage, where the Principal is announcing the next celebratory performance, but then notices our approach. Her eyebrows rise with suspicion and worry. "Where do you think you're going? The ceremony isn't over yet."
Floret tips the Corpse Flower on her head towards her, like a courteous greeting. Fortunately, it isn't overrun by larvae anymore, at least visually, they were probably hiding. Like the few that made their way into my clothing, I could feel them somewhere deep in the folds, trying to break through to the other side, to their comrades swarming over my privates.
Floret leans in and whispers to Gloria: "We have a bit of an... I-mergency. If you catch my drift." and gestures in my direction.
"A what-?"
"Uhh... A B-mergency? You know... like a few days ago...? Don't make me spell it out..."
Gloria recoils back in surprise, blinking her eyes a few times as she realizes what Floret meant. "I see... in that case, go, quickly now, and keep it on the down low." She ushers us to pass through the door hastily with her hands. "I'll try to keep those not privy to such sights inside until you're done."
We both thank her and quietly pass through the double doors. Outside, it's wholly barren, like the school grounds were a ghost town. Not a single soul anywhere to be seen, just the sun bright in the sky, the birds singing, and grasshoppers playing their violins.
Floret guides me to the side wall of the auditorium, and I can feel the situation getting more dire, my panties feel like they are sliding down, the pressure too much to contain it all inside. The coldness of liquid is starting to be felt on my inner thighs, and my breasts are still ravaged by the confused larvae running all over and inside of them.
At the side of the humongous red brick walls, are pillars, that jut out from the wall, a bit like in those ancient Greek structures. Floret sets me down on the grassy ground, next to the wall, in the fifth pillar's shade.
It feels so good to be sitting down, my legs are so exhausted, and my back is sore from the extra weight, as with my size, I wasn't used to back pains. "Ahh..." I gasp in relief, but due to not tensing my muscles anymore, my very womb sends a pulse all the way down to my lower lips. The pressure increases even more, and I feel liquid dribble from my crotch, permeating my panties and traveling between my ass cheeks towards my anus. I grimace and sigh from pleasure once more, and look up to the silent Floret.
She looks like she wants to say something, something that she has been wrestling with for a while, but before I can ask what it is, she explodes out: "Iris, are you insane!?"
I didn't expect this reaction at all, so I can't help but laugh. "Maybe! But, I don't think I'm any more insane than you!" The laughter shakes my stomach and my chest, and I sharply inhale air from their shifting sensation.
"Eh... I can't really argue with that." Floret's outburst quickly ends, and she rubs the back of her neck, running her hand down her shoulder. "So, are they at... both of yours?" She awkwardly points between my crotch and my chest.
"Yes... can you... help? I feel too weak to undress..." This was a half-lie, but there are many things in life I'd give to have Floret undress me.
"Right... O-okay..."
I spread my legs, oh what bliss it is to give them a bit more space, I feel my panties inching their way downwards more as they are pushed by the torrent of confined bugs stuck in my pipes for the lack of room. As the larvae rake against my inner walls, and writhe around my pussylips, my innards pulse once more. My water still hadn't fully broken, as my insect birth was somehow stuck in progress, stuck in this euphoric limbo. The muscles responsible for this act tried to tense and relax again but were blocked at each turn, by the near-solid rod of lively larvae.
Floret kneels before me, takes off her flower from her head and sets it aside, and then plucks mine from my pocket too, also setting aside our graduation papers. Good thinking, we wouldn't want to ruin either of them with what was about to happen.
She pulls down my skirt, and removes it from around my legs entirely, easily enough. My bare lower body, only covered by alluring black stockings, in response to it, I could see Floret's brow glistening with droplets of sweat. Carefully, she touches the skin of my hips and grabs the end of the pantyhose. She pulls it down to my knees, their full removal blocked by the black stilettos that adorned my dainty feet.
Her look of careful arousal, changes to surprise, as she sees the package, wrapped around my crotch. A layer of five underwear, the two topmost being large boxers I took from my father's clean laundry. The whole shebang is tied around my waist, and legs, with thin rope, fastened to make sure there would be no leakage whatsoever on stage. My legs and waist are a bit red from its chafing, even if the ropes were tied on top of the boxer's pant legs.
"Wow... you were really committed to making that show a success, huh?"
"Of course, anything for my dreams." I say, and gaze deep into Floret's eyes and my breath hitches as she looks into mine. She shyly breaks our gaze and looks a little lost as she observes my current state. I can't help but fantasize about what she will do to me and bite the edge of my lip in anticipation.
With unsure hands, Floret starts to undo a rope, the writhing inside of my panties is visible from the outside, the ropes themselves were the only thing containing them anymore. I close my eyes and bask in her touch. I feel her fingers nibbling away at the rope's edge, trying to open it. The stimulation of her touch, and those many awaiting inside is almost too much to bear, but I bite my lip harder to not shame myself entirely just yet, only letting a moan escape. "Nnnhg!"
Her fingernails tickle and prick, as she gets the first knot of the rope loose, from around my left thigh. With this seal lifted, my short layered panties cannot hold them back anymore.
"Ha-hah-aaah!" The boxer short's leg is like a chute, shooting out the sticky and thoroughly wet larvae. I push and push, the feeling of relief, the satisfaction is intoxicating. My whole body shakes from this fierce orgasm, my legs trembling and my stomach's muscles spasming from this release, my clogged-up pipe finally cleared.
A strange smell wafts in the air, delightful like pheromones, as I sit in our combined juices of woman and insect. My skin feels sticky and hot all around like the sun roasted me even in this shade. Fresh sweat builds on my forehead, my stomach, and armpits, even underneath my breasts. The sweltering wetness of my tits is soon swept away by the larvae that rule over that space, lapping it up with their tiny nibbling mouths. Even when I thought I had felt it all, their suckling kisses all around my enlarged, sensitive boobs, prove me wrong.
I open my eyes, to see Floret squatting before me, with her legs awkwardly crossed. I'm sure, she couldn't resist this -resist me- for long.
