**The Infestation**

I never thought I’d be standing in a grimy gas station bathroom, watching the girl I’d just met an hour ago spread her legs over the filthy toilet seat. Her name was Jess—blonde, tight little body, and, as it turned out, *very* into some fucked-up shit. She’d been flirting with me at the bar, laughing too loud at my jokes, her hand sliding up my thigh. When I told her about the specimen I kept in my car—an *insect*, something I’d found in the woods, something *unnatural*—her pupils had blown wide.

“Show me,” she’d whispered, breath hot against my ear.

Now here we were. The bathroom stank of piss and bleach, but Jess didn’t seem to care. She hiked her skirt up around her waist, no panties, her pussy already glistening. “Hurry,” she panted, fingers teasing her clit, hips lifting. “I want to *feel* it.”

I pulled the jar from my pocket. Inside, the creature writhed—long, segmented, its abdomen pulsing with something thick and wet. I unscrewed the lid, and the thing *twitched*, antennae flicking toward Jess’s scent. She moaned when she saw it, thighs trembling. “Oh fuck, yes…”

I guided the insect between her legs, its many legs skittering against her inner thighs. The second its slick, chitinous body grazed her cunt, Jess *shrieked*—not in fear, but in *pleasure*. She arched off the toilet seat, fingers digging into the grout under the tiles. “Oh my *god*,” she gasped, as the thing’s tapered abdomen pressed against her entrance.

Then it *pushed* inside.

Jess’s back bowed, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as the insect’s body vanished into her pussy, inch by inch. I could see the bulge of it inside her, moving, stretching her. Her cunt was *dripping*, juices slicking the creature’s carapace as it wriggled deeper. “Yes, yes, fuck, *breed me*,” she babbled, eyes rolling back.

I didn’t have to touch her—she came instantly, her body clamping down around the intruder, her pussy *pulsing* as it worked the thing deeper. The insect’s abdomen *throbbed*, and then I saw it—the first egg, wet and glistening, slipping from its ovipositor into Jess’s twitching hole.

She *screamed*, her orgasm so violent she nearly slipped off the toilet. The eggs kept coming, each one a thick, gelatinous press inside her, filling her up. Her stomach *rounded* slightly, her cunt stretched obscenely around the creature’s pumping body.

When it finally pulled out, Jess collapsed against the stall wall, panting, her pussy gaping, leaking its unnatural load. She looked *ruined*—and she was grinning.

“*More*,” she begged.

And who was I to say no?