The Host Family Ch 04

Becca followed the creek in the woods once again. It was just yesterday that she'd brought me here the first time, but so much had happened that it felt so long ago. I had infested two people already, one being my own wife, and if Becca hadn't already been the bug queen, I would have infested her too. Nothing would ever be the same for us again, and here I was, willingly walking back to the source of this undoing of my family. It should have bothered me, I knew it should, but all I wanted was to be packed with bugs, to let them use my body to proliferate.

The trek to the cave felt like a death march. My balls ached and itched. My cock yearned to be loaded. I hadn't been empty this long since Becca had first impregnated me, and her ass and hips swaying in front of me as she walked didn't help things. My dick strained against my sweatpants, desperate to find relief, and if we weren't on our way to insect heaven I'm certain that I would've lost the willpower to let Becca keep walking. I resolved to save myself for the cave, and mercifully, we arrived after just a few minutes more.

Becca and I stood a moment at the mouth of the cave. A slow, cool current of air washed over us from the dark opening, mixed with the echoes of the creek trickling down onto ancient stone. Now that we were here, I found that I was actually nervous. There was a pit forming in my stomach as I realized the uncertainty that lay ahead. I had no idea what I was actually getting into.

Becca lifted her shirt up over her head and dropped it onto the forest floor, exposing her bare breasts to the chilly breath of the cave. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, scooted them down to her ankles, and removed them. She shivered as she stood, her naked body covered in goosebumps, and turned to look at me expectantly.

I quickly followed her lead, tearing my shirt off and dropping my sweatpants. My stiff cock bounced up proudly in the icy breeze, leaking precum, begging to be invaded.

"Well look at you!" Becca laughed, "I guess that means you're ready, then?"

My heart beat in my chest and the head of my dick. I simply nodded in response, both too horny and too nervous to form words.

"Don't worry, we won't go too deep, Daddy," Becca grabbed my hand and smiled softly. I nodded again, and she moved toward the cave's entrance, tugging me along behind her. She took the first precarious steps down into the hole, using me for balance, before pulling me in after her. It was darker and colder inside the first passage than yesterday. The low sun cast a deep orange shaft across the far wall, leaving everything else hidden in shadow. The air was damp, heavy with moisture that clung to our bare skin.

As we moved further in, the splashing at the back of the cave grew louder, where the creek cut down into the next passage. My heart rate skyrocketed as we approached the drop, still a torturous mix of anxiety and anticipation. Becca definitely would have heard the thumping in my chest if it weren't for the water. I was here, this time for real.

Becca climbed down through the opening, soaking her skin in the cold water as she went. She disappeared into the total darkness, swallowed by the cave. Not enthusiastic about being separated from my guide, I quickly followed after her. I sat opposite of the creek on the lip of the hole and lowered my legs down first. I soon realized my dick was so big that the only option was to let it fold up against me as I descended. With a sigh, I stood up onto my arms and let my hips down next, drowning my cock in the icy waterfall. I dropped as fast as I could, and found myself surrounded by oppressive blackness. The hole I'd come through was all that I could see, a faint light in the roof of the passage.

"Becca?" I called.

Nothing.

"Becca?!" I shouted. My voice echoed deep into the gloom, but no reply came. Fuck. Where the fuck was she? Becca was definitely not above a prank, even in a scenario like this. Especially in a scenario like this, actually. Either that, or...she was already busy. Could she be with a bug so soon? My cock twitched at that thought, and I pressed on into the dark.

I squinted to see my feet as I walked, but I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I had to shuffle along, carefully feeling for drops or sharp edges. As my eyes strained, they became irritated. They welled with tears, like I was allergic to the dark, and despite blinking and rubbing them, the feeling only got worse. I squeezed my eyes shut for several seconds, trying to clear whatever was causing this pain, and underneath my eyelids, I felt myself blink... sideways.

I shook my head and opened my eyes wide in shock. My second lids blinked a few times more, and I saw a sort of pattern, like TV static, that slowly coalesced into shapes and shadows. The walls of the cave revealed themselves to me. I could see the creek running down the passage, and the offshoots that Becca had me explore the first time. It wasn't normal sight, sort of a black and white, fuzzy picture, and only of my immediate surroundings. Darkness still permeated the periphery of my view, but it was better than nothing. My skin was bright, and I was steaming, especially off my cock, while the creek was pitch black. I could see my footprints trailing behind me, glowing on the stone floor. I had developed some form of rudimentary thermal vision.

I quickly discovered a second set of footprints on the other side of the creek that split the passage in half. They had to be Becca's.

I followed her footprints, each one glowing faintly, a small flicker of warmth in the oppressive dark of the cave. My own feet stamped glowing imprints on the cold stone with every step. This new thermal sense let me see, but it made the darkness feel colder, more suffocating, like the air itself was holding its breath.

Her trail was still warm, and I had dropped through the hole so soon after her. She had to be close, right? That small hope faded quickly when I noticed something. Deeper into the cave, the trail... stopped.

I froze, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. I stared at the last glowing footprint as it slowly faded, swallowed up by the cold. She couldn't have just vanished! She'd been here, just moments ago, but her footsteps didn't continue.

Panic clawed at me. I wasn't expecting to face this cave alone, and my fear was overpowering my lust. I didn't want to be here without Becca. I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm.

I stepped forward, my feet heavy, and scanned the floor, desperate for any sign of her. But there was nothing. No new footprints. Only the dim glow of my own trail, as cold as the rest of the cave.

Then, in the corner of my vision, something flickered.

A distortion in the heat, faint but unmistakable. A shadow that wasn't mine, a wavy blur in the air. My breath caught in my throat. I jerked my head toward it, but it was gone. Nothing.

Another distortion, right in front of me this time. Firmly in my field of view, I was able to follow the movement down to the floor, where a bright white spatter had appeared, like someone had broken a glow stick. Another spatter soon materialized, then another. Something warm was dripping at my feet.

I cautiously turned my gaze up, to the roof of the cave. The passage must have opened up, because the roof was far enough away that I could only see black, except for a blaze of heat 15 or 20 feet right above me. It was unmistakably Becca's naked body, pinned up against the rocky ceiling. Her arms and legs, along with her head, were all obscured in darkness, leaving only her torso and thighs exposed. Her breasts hung down toward me, swaying rhythmically, while a thick serpentine appendage dented her toned stomach out as it stirred her guts. A liquid dripped from her pussy, some form of lubrication, her's or... its.

My relief of finding Becca lasted only seconds, before I was overwhelmed with latent horniness, no longer suppressed by fear. My cock solidified as I watched Becca take the mystery bug on the ceiling of the cave. The long, flexible member moved erratically, curling forward or backward as it drove in and out of her. I could faintly hear Becca moan now and again through whatever dark shape held her head, muffling the sound as it used her body.

While I watched, I felt the temperature suddenly drop all around me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. My gut twisted. Something was out there. I couldn't see it, not directly, but I felt it.

My pulse hammered from my chest down through my cock, which twitched in time with my own breathing. The darkness around me felt... wrong.

I scanned the cave again, and my eyes locked onto something. Not a glow, but the opposite: absolute darkness, moving deeper in the cave. My chest tightened. I couldn't look away.

The shadow advanced, and the temperature dropped even more, the cold biting into my skin. The chill in the air was suffocating now, pressing down on me. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.

The air around me shifted, cooler than anything I had ever felt. This was it. It was there. My feet moved without me thinking, driven by a primal instinct toward the umbral entity. It took hold of my arms and legs and dropped me in an instant to my knees. My arms were pulled back behind me, trapping my hands against the cave floor. The cold crawled into my bones, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

The rest of me immobilized, my cock stood hungrily out into the open air, aching to be used. My heart skipped and my breath caught in my throat as it was enveloped down to the hilt by the darkness, disappearing before me. I rolled my head back as a smooth, slick organ penetrated my cock and shoved its way down my urethra, finally soothing the empty torture I had been enduring. The probe filled every inch of me and expanded, stretching my shaft. As it did, hair-like protrusions came off the main mass and worked into the flesh of my cock. Tendrils shot down into my balls and deep into my bladder, coating the walls with more of the feelers that weaved themselves into the tissue, joining man and monster.

My chest was suddenly splattered with hot liquid, a stark contrast from the freezing grip I was in. Looking up, I found that the thick insect cock buried in Becca had gone totally stiff, and a stream of warmth flowed from her pussy down onto me. The appendage pulsed sporadically, and Becca's stomach inflated like a balloon. I briefly basked in the warm glow of my beautiful daughter's impregnation, before everything went dark as my head was swallowed to match hers.

In the darkness, another muscular tentacle forced itself between my lips and down my throat, feeding me air. It was wet with a sweet nectar that relaxed every muscle in my body. The other continued to fuse with my cock, which pulsed with an intense heat that traveled in waves down its tendrils and tiny hairs. With each pulse, the hairs worked deeper into the flesh, like roots, until they were pervasive throughout my entire dick and balls, and had covered the walls of my bladder.

What started as a tingling deep within my shaft turned quickly to a burning sensation, as if my cock was melting from the inside out. The burning spread down into my nutsack, across the length of my dick, and up into my bladder. I tried to extend my legs and stand, struggling against the pain, but the monster held me firm. It pumped more nectar down my throat in response to my thrashing, and I went limp, losing all control of my body.

I couldn't make a sound, or blink an eye... I couldn't even twitch my finger. My stomach swam and I felt drunk, utterly disabled by some paralytic agent. I had no choice or ability to fight, I simply sat there as the burning continued to tear through my midsection. A final shot of the nectar came down the shaft in my throat, and my delirium crescendoed. I passed out completely, totally at the mercy of the monster.

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I awoke what must have been hours later, unsure of how long it really had been. Looking around me, I found that all I could see was my own glowing skin. Surrounded by darkness, I went to rub my eyes, only to discover that they were still totally immobilized. My arms were trapped in some stiff bio-material that held me firmly against the cold cave walls. I was suspended off the floor, my soft cock dangling out in space, the only thing free besides my head.

There was a peculiar sensation in my dick, a crawling... but not like I was bugged. It didn't feel like I had something in me, more that my dick itself was crawling. A constant dull undulation and movement, like my shaft was coated in a throng of hairs. That creature had done something to me.

I gasped as the base of my shaft suddenly flexed and pinched. My balls rose in the sack as it flexed, drawn upward, before settling back down as I relaxed. A few seconds later it happened again, and more violently. I jolted in my restraints as my sack tightened, the pressure building at the top. Mercy came once more, allowing me to relax, but only for a split second. My cock was hardening with all this activity, which didn't help things as my body reeled again.

Up shot my balls, tugged together at the very top of my sack. They squeezed so tightly against one another than I thought they would burst, but instead, one burst into me. My testicle popped into my shaft, bulging the base of my cock. The pressure was relieved, but I was not relaxed, I was panicking. My heart raced and I breathed hard as I watched my cock work the testicle up my shaft.

The hairs in my shaft grabbed at the nut and moved it up and up and up, against my will. No amount of flexing could stop it, and soon the testicle had reached the tip. It pushed up and out, stretching my head, and simply dropped to the floor below, leaving a slick trail of fluid dripping from me. My body jolted again, and the second testicle popped into my shaft.

I watched in horror as it followed the same path and tumbled down to join the first, forced out of me by my own cock. My changing body had rejected my testicles. My breath was ragged, the human part of my physiology struggling with this transformation. The bugged side of me also felt short changed... I came here to be filled with insects and I was more empty than ever.

I hung there for quite some time in a mix of quiet disappointment and mental anguish. I was losing my humanity, literally, and I wasn't sure how far that would go. I didn't want to lose myself completely, to become some mindless thrall, used only for insectual breeding. But that wouldn't happen right? Becca was clearly still in control, still herself. That gave me a bit of confidence. I hated being here without her, I really didn't see it going this way.

A smell interrupted my thoughts. A pungent musk, almost sweet. I looked all around but saw nothing, until I finally looked straight up above me. I gasped as my gaze was met, not by two eyes but by eight, metallic and smooth. Just a few feet from my face were two massive mandibles, flanked on either side by hairy legs, thick as a wine bottle. A great spider had come, and rather than fear, I felt...anticipation.

My mouth hung open and I breathed short breaths as I stared at the monster. It had to be the size of a small car, parked precariously above me. The abdomen pulsed slowly, and the mandibles twitched as it inspected me. It made no sound as it began to move down the wall, walking in defiance of gravity. The spider walked straight over me until its abdomen was directly opposite my face. It then spun in place, rotating around to face me with its bum down below me.

As its head reached me, I was hit with the smell of rot and decay, wafting from its horrible mouth. Again, I felt no disgust, no fear... in fact it made my cock harden. I knew it wouldn't hurt me, I was a vessel, this is exactly what I was meant for. I was meant to serve this beast, and far worse than it. I couldn't wait to be of service.

The spider suddenly darted at me, grabbing my neck with its mandibles and pinning me hard against the cave wall. The stench of its breath enveloped me as I choked, gasping for air. I was totally powerless in this situation, utterly helpless, so I aimed to just relax, and breathe as much as I could. I was just keeping my head above water.

As it pinned me, its massive abdomen reared back and up into the air behind it. It came crashing down, and I felt a hard, sharp stab that moved from my right thigh up to my chest. The abdomen came to rest against me, sandwiching a hot, stiff rod between us. I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew I had a spider's dick directly on my body.

It reared up again and fell with more force, scraping the head of its cock along my body again, apparently having trouble finding its target. I felt its cock flex against me as it chittered and squeezed my neck harder. The spider was getting frustrated.

Neither the spider nor I could see below us, so it was down to pure luck. Another attempt stabbed at my tummy, then my thigh, then between my legs, then my tummy again. I desperately wished I could use my hands to guide things, but I'm not sure it would have helped. The conquest for my dick continued, thrust after thrust colliding with me without hitting home. I was afraid that the spider would cum just from rubbing its cock all over me like this, something I couldn't allow.

I was able to pick up on its pattern as it searched for me: high, middle, then low. It kept trying that rough rotation with slight adjustments left and right, but mostly at random. Impossible to judge right where it'd be next, but I could at least try to sync up. As the spider thrust at me, I flexed my dick and arched my back to meet it at the varying points.

High - full cock flex and back arch. Middle - just full cock flex, no arch. Low - relax cock, and try to arch the opposite way to drop as much as possible.

High, middle, low.

High, middle, low.

High, middle, low.

High, middle, low.

High, mi-- FUCK.

My cock bent suddenly under immense pressure as the spider's tip connected with mine. My dick opened up, stretching rapidly and springing forward as the monster tore into me and bottomed out before I could blink. It buried itself deep into my shaft with terrible force and held firm, letting out a guttural, creaking groan.

Holy fuck, it was inside me.

The mandibles squeezed harder now that the spider had what it wanted. My head was so full of blood that I felt it would explode any second, or at least that I would pass out, but I didn't. I stayed conscious. I needed to feel this.

I wasn't able to tell how big the spider's cock was until now, now that it was buried in me, and it was... massive. It was at least as thick as a soda can at the tip, and it flared out larger toward the base, stretching my dick's mouth wide. It had plunged all the way through me, and down into my truly empty nutsack, pushing the thin skin down between my legs. It was so... fucking... heavy. It made me feel so full, and I knew that its size meant that whatever came out of it would be huge too.

The spider's abdomen pulsed against my stomach, and it pressed as much of its cock into me as it could. After a moment, I felt my head expand to swallow a large bulge that moved down the spider's shaft. It was forced down and deposited into my sack, stretching it even further as it dropped out of the spider and into me. The second it was released, another followed, and then another, and another, each pulling my sack further down the cave wall. The time between deposits became shorter and shorter, until there was constant procession in my shaft. I was officially carrying spider's eggs, and this time, straight from the source.

I was exactly where I was always meant to be.

Every so often, the spider would release my neck and draw itself out of me just a few inches, giving me just enough time to get my air and blood flow back, before it would plunge back in and continue to load me. I don't think it did that for me, it was some form of recovery period between eggings, preparing the next round, but I appreciated it nonetheless.