11-10-2016, 01:48 PM
Peter was like a test subject at first, though now he was a breeder, he carried more of the large black eggs now and less of the squishy grey ones. He struggled to breathe as he shifted his hips forwards and mewled beneath the glue like substance covering his mouth. It was salty and sticky, keeping him from making even the slightest word, the queen was still on top of him. She shoved egg after egg inside of him until his hips were creaking with the pressure, stomach ugly and deformed with lumps and bruises along with impossible stretch marks that looked more like scars now.
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