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It had been a long day. After a long seminar and now a late train, her exhaustion was just at its peak. Staring down the empty tracks she began to shuffle herself from one foot to the other. The yellow line inching farther and farther away as she felt the tightness in her bladder.
No more than 5 mins tops she thought to herself as she blew past the doors, heading for the first stall in sight. She wasn't thrilled in the slightest having to use a public bathroom, even worse this was a place more filthy than hell. If she was fast she could be in and out before the smell could burn itself behind her eyes. The door wobbled open. It was clean, but the idea of how many ungodly nightmares had happened in this one spot made her skin crawl as she fought with her belt, the clasp rattling as her tired fingers struggled with it.
Finally she freed herself from her tight jeans and forced them down around her ankles and squatted, hovering herself over the stained bowl. Holding her breath and her balance, she focused on surviving the moment. Her pale bare skin shivered in the dim green light as she stood at the precipice of release, the heat of her contents searing. Suddenly with a sigh of relief she bursts, emptying herself with one satisfying push. Her head hung as she feels the wave of alleviation in her pelvis. Her shoulders slouch as the torrent becomes a trickle, the last few drops echoing in the silent chamber.
What... the... Fu-
When she opened her eyes she felt a nauseating punch in her stomach, staring at her from between her legs there on the tiled floor was a cockroach. One just a little bigger in size than her thumb. It almost seemed to be watching her. She felt an insecure wave cross over her. How long had it been watching her, exposed to the cold air. Still crouched, unable to flee away she holds her breath for a moment. Hoping the insect would continue on its way and leave her alone.
She can see the critters antenna slowly moving, as if it were the motor making its tiny machine function. With bated breath her hand slowly inched towards her pants, wanting to escape this before it could get any worse.
Her finger meets the loop in her jeans, slipping through and hooking. Their eyes locked, the insects empty expression like a lance pressing its way behind her eyeballs. Then, without warning the cockroach darts towards her, making her shriek in fear. She loses her footing trying to back away causing her to land on the seat as the bug skitters behind the toilet. Her bag falling and spilling its contents all over the bathroom floor.
Frozen to the seat, thankfully she had not landed in the ice cold water. Her arms shaking as she braced the sides of the stall. She could feel the spots where delinquents had carved into the plastic. Her mood soured even more as her left side began to shake under her weight. Her hand is slipping in something smeared on the wall. Her stray hair was getting caught in the beads of sweat just above her brow.
Her eyes catch something big and dark twitching on the ceiling.
Her heart stops. Blood frozen in dead stasis.
Its almost as big as me.
A giant cockroach is clung to the ceiling above her, its head turned to meet her gaze. Its giant form lurking out of sight for some time. It's chirping as it cleans its complicated mouth parts. The mandibles black like slick oil as it lubricates itself with milky saliva. A thick glob drips from its mouth and lands a few centimetres from her upper lip. It has a deep musky smell that makes its way into her nose despite her not taking in any air.
Within seconds the giant insect descended upon her, giving her no time to scream. Its mouth opens and pushes past her lips, gagging her and muffling the scream she tries to muster out. Its mandibles holding her face, forcing her deeper into the animals maw. Its clawed legs pin her down, each leg occupying a limb and restraining it with ease. She wriggles in vain, attempting to loosen its grasp but its strength is far greater than hers.
With ease the hind legs pry hers open. She can feel the heat of its abdomen pressing against her thigh. She wanted to scream, to vomit, to die but she could not break from the fear she was encased in. Her guttural scream lost in the cockroaches throat. Her legs shaking as she gave everything to keep them closed. But it was no use. She couldn't see it, but she knew what she was feeling. Its hard pulsing flesh had squeezed itself out of the bugs shell and was frantically looking for entry inside her, but as she fought it was unable to find its mark, slipping between her thigh and mound. It was huge, thick and wet, squirming and throbbing with the insects heartbeat. She pictured what it must look like, feeling its segmented wriggling. It must have been 10 inches or longer. As thick as a soda can at the base.
Its mouth tasted horrible. Matching the same horrid smell from its saliva, its extended fleshy throat making its way past her uvula and into her esophagus. It was pushing its saliva deeper and deeper into her throat with the goal of her getting as much as possible in her stomach. She could feel it changing her mental state, making her mind foggy, her eyes unfocused. The smell, the taste; it was overwhelmingly thick, slimy, pungent in a way that made even the loudest thoughts muffled under its unrelenting pressure. As it continued to pump its potent juices into her, it clearly began to change her brain. Repulsion making room for euphoria. All the disgusting sensations becoming warm, inviting, calming. Her legs ceased to shake, her arms relaxing as she felt the weight of the insect on top of her pushing down against the bowl.
Her mind was working against her. Every moment that passed her body relaxed against her will. Like an audience member in her own head she begged for the strength to fight, but the world grew foggier. Her cheeks and chest blushing with heat and libertine. Her fists now loose, dangling in the hooked grasp of the roach.
The hind legs of the animal attempt again to spread her open, advancing further than last. Easily it widens her fully, despite her internal protest. Its abdomen raises, retreating its shaft from where it was wedged, leaving a wet smear of something cold behind. She could feel the blood swelling below in her most sensitive place, even in this disgusting 3x5 plastic prison. Her eyes fixed in the ceiling, the only reprieve from the total sensory overload. At least that would be the case it it wasn't for what she saw, but was unable to react too.
Above her, a crack in the segmented ceiling is glittering with movement behind it. Her eyes unmoving as the giant insect forces itself deeper in her throat, and soon her body. Little glints of reflected light, the occasional leg or feeler. That's when it hits her, she is far from alone. Her body lays motionless but her mind is running wild. Slowly but surely, another cockroach pushes through the crack, this one only a few inches in length, but it's followed by another, and another. They spread out on the ceiling. Her gut rolls over as they begin making their way down the walls. Her insides churning like an industrial mixer, unromantic, autonomous sickness. There is so many she cant see the opening, and soon the ceiling anymore. The chittering of legs and mouth parts overwhelming as she stares blankly, the only part of her capable of moving is her eyebrows, which are locked in a state of feared contortion.
She glances down at her body, avoiding eye contact with the assailant bug as it pulls away from her face, letting her gasp and breath. She can feel smaller roaches climbing and working in between her toes, feeling her fingers with their antenna. The sensation, hundreds of tiny feet and cocks pressed against any crevices they can find, including their swarm-mates. She can see the tiny orgy developing around her, pairs of bugs locked together falling from the ceiling and landing with soft thuds, soon to be overwhelmed by the ocean of breathing below.
In view she can see her body. Spread wide open, slick with cold sweat and musk. Her nipples hard and angled up at the giant insects segmented body. In this moment her body betrays her, vibrating with anticipation and pleasure, sweating profusely. The smaller roaches lapping away at the beads as they leak from her smooth white skin. In her mind the fog is thick and starting to win over her thoughts, despite her clawing at herself on the inside. Her back arches without her control, her legs and arms limp for easy adjustment. She can see the giant cockroach lining itself up with her entrance. The tip of its cock is thin and pointed, pulsing out a thick liquid as its cock throbs from the base up to the tip. It's long and translucent ghostly white. Its abdomen arched down ready to probe her accessible flesh.
The creatures hind feet scoop up her limp legs and lift them up and out of her pants, leaving them in a discarded pile on the floor. It angles her, wrapping her bare legs around its hard leathery carapace. Her brain functions slowing to a halt as she feels the tip begin to probe her slick folds. It's firm and soft, it finds no resistance as it explores, making a figure eight against her labia, then finding a path toward the closest hole. With a slick stretching thrust, the roach shoves a few inches of the tip into her urethra. As it pushes further she gasps in pain as the air is forced out of her. the creature prods inside the wrong hole with no intention of slowing, its base of its huge wet cock bulging with pressure. The intrusion makes her grit her teeth, but her body doesn't shudder away, without any hesitation or direct control her hand reaches down, grabbing the squishy cock tightly, the flesh overflowing from her fingers like a fleshy water balloon. She yanks it out, it leaving a trail of precum from her gaped piss-hole to the tip of the straining cock. It keeps fucking her hand as her body guides the humping meat to the proper hole. Her brain begging her not to but her body does not respond. Almost as an act against her, she releases her grip feeling the whole length of the bug slide inside her, hilting, pushing the thin tip well past her cervix with little resistance and ends resting inside her womb.
Her body is buzzing with electricity and excitement. Her mound stretched tight around the invading cock, she can feel the rigid segments inside her as it begins to grind itself against her. The tip making itself at home deep inside her body. Its presence inside her was thick and hot, like a burning nail driven into her over and over as the beast begins to thrust. Her body shaking, taking every inch with a wet slopping noise. A mix of her own juices and the great insects mingling and gushing out, she can hear the thick mixture splashing into the water below her. She can feel her urethra lazily pushing out whatever fluids were left behind by the forced entry, all of it rejoining the symphony of wetness just below.
All she could think about was the overwhelming pleasure, the aphrodisiac that had made her body work against her, like it was being controlled by the desires of the insect. She was angry, she was scared, but more than anything she was horny, and she needed release. She could feel the need blooming in the fog. Her eyes glazed with tears and arousal. It was no comparison to the cold eyes of the bug, its twitching mouth. Its unresponsiveness as it plows into her willing cunt. Her walls tighten around the thick shaft as it pushed another inch into her raw straining cervix. The insect has to adjust its rhythm around her tightness. Slowing, pushing harder than before with renewed strength. She watches in shock as the insect crams itself into her, watching the base of its cock bulge and squish itself inside, completely unbothered by the change in tightness. Her mouth agape, panting and moaning as her body edges on the creature. Her mind falling blank to the overload, anything left to be thought was leaking out of her and was being discarded with zero care into the toilet bowl.
Underneath her the smaller mass of cockroaches are beginning to pool around the ceramic. Some climbing up and venturing onto her with tint patting feet. One roughly the size of her hand had made its way up her shirt, across her rib cage and toward her armpit, stopping a little below her hanging breast. Its antenna dancing across her bare skin, slowly drinking up the ample musky nectar. A few smaller roaches follow behind and bury themselves in her furry armpit where the sweat was more bitter and abundant.
The palm sized one continues exploring, slowly nipping its way up her bust until it reaches her nipple. It hovers just above the skin, cleaning itself with its mandibles. Her chest rising and falling in rhythmic waves like a signal for advancement. Its head lowers, closer to her steaming supple flesh, its mouth extending out and latching onto her bud, engulfing it, pulling it into the insects throat. The suction sending a rippling, burning sensation through her breast, spreading out through her chest causing her to gasp and choke, moaning at the intense pleasure caused by the squeezing warmth. Her nipple, following the path of least resistance finds itself stretched taught and squished tight in the insects mouth, far more than any partner had ever tried with her before. It felt like a vice, clamped down and rubbing her engorged nipple like it was an extension of her clit.
It was so disgusting the smell, the taste the whole situation came crawling from hell. In this moment she didn't care, her clit engorged, throbbing, begging for release. The mind numbing slime produced by the predator had rewrote her entire mind, changing its patterns and the chemicals sent through her. She could only beg. More. More.
The insect was happy to deliver, pistoning harder and harder, her pelvis feeling like it's going to snap in half at the force the roach gave. The pain in her bladder spreading through her lower half. Despite the pain, she widened her legs, taking her hands and cupping them behind her knees, using the position to spread herself more. Luckily it eased the pain, but gave the insect even more room to deepen its thrust. Surprisingly its cock was still growing thicker. Its girth opening her even more as she could feel the rush of entry. each segment of the roaches dick bulging like a knot, growing in size as it would force the base into her. The head of its cock now resting against the back wall of her cervix, coiling up inside and leaking like a faucet.
She dare think about that, if this thing could make her pregnant; well, it definitely would happen now. She could feel the fullness in her womb, like a garden hose constantly watering her flower garden. The idea of tiny roaches growing in her belly, all the legs to kick her from inside. Her stomach tighter than elastic bands. This thing is going to cum insider her, she knew it for sure and the frantic shaking pumps told her it was close to finishing itself off. She was relieved knowing it was going to be over soon. Her body quivering at the pleasure, its own mind wanting all of these depraved things. Even asking if maybe she would cum too, if the great bug would allow her. But her body knew its purpose. To be fucked, bred, and abandoned. Her body felt an emptying as she wished it would take her with it. Even now as it forced itself deeper and deeper. She wraps her arms legs tightly around it, pulling it closer and deeper into her. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out inviting the creature back into her. It accepts latching itself back onto her face.
Feeling its mouth expand around her tongue and work its way deeper inside her mouth is the final ticket she needs, feeling the hard nodes around the exposed cock bashing and grinding against her raw clit pushes her over the edge. Tightness overwhelms her as her body convulses and shakes. She pulls from its mouth to scream in pleasure, thanking the unresponsive animal for allowing her to finish impaled on its fuck stick. As she moans and grovels at the ancient desire, the roach bends down latching into the free nipple, which influences her orgasm. Making it stronger, more powerful, rippling through her body like a hot ocean. The seemingly endless waves overflowing. Pulse after pulse as the insect has to manage around her swollen red cunt gripping it tight and sucking its fat cock deeper. Rhythmic like a machine as it tries to milk the sweet nectar from the animal. Her body was designed specifically for this. Her orgasm encouraging insemination by pulling everything deeper inside. The mating instinct.
Like a big flashing sign to the cockroach, seeing her accepting it deeper and tighter than before, it pulls almost fully out, her slopping gash twitching and gushing out a huge glop of precum before the roach rams itself to the hilt back inside her. She can feel it assault and stretch her cervix wider than before. It's humping deep and erratic, like a frenzied dog. Her gut and pelvis swollen and turning a deep bruised red as it makes itself deeper and deeper. If she had feeling, she would know the very tip had found its way up her tube, only a few centimetres, but it was still fucking her deeper than any man could.
The warmth of being filled, forced to take its waves of hot seed as it forces one last desperate hump into her. It erupts like a boiling volcano inside her, she can feel the swell of her well filled womb as its seed works its way to her ovaries. The roach stays hilted, twitching and pulsing as it sucks her breast, the suction almost unbearable as her nipple begs for its own tortured release. Once the insect denies as it pops the nub free, its bodies twitching coming to a slow. She can feel its length softening inside her, unmoving aside from the occasional flex, pushing more of its potent yellowy seed inside her. Only for it to gush out past the entrance and find itself on the seat and bowl. The water below a mix of white, yellow and red. With a half-assed motion its cock slides out, letting her body reset, though her vagina would never fully recover from the immense size and pressure. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk properly when she, dreadingly had to leave the stall.
Gasping, sputtering she closes her eyes, feeling the legs of the creature release its hooked grip. Her limp rubber legs crashing back down to the tile floor, her hands loose and dangling. Her head resting on the back of the toilet, her hair soaked with sweat and vile spit. She could feel the ocean of insects leaving her, each one climbing off and disappearing without a sound. Just as quickly as the creatures came, they too went. She didn't feel the giant roach disembark, she had hoped it wouldn't, or maybe it would take her with them, off to be some breeding meat for its colony. But when her eyes opened, there was no trace of the infestation. Only the visible ones left behind between her legs. Her soaking close and raw, leaking clunge. The full toilet bowl of mixed fluids.
It takes her a moment to sit up, her sore arms and legs barely able to hold her weight. She can feel her body emptying the mass of fluids inside her. She watches as the blood and chunky cum drain from her like a well used faucet. Just as the last trickle comes to a halt, the motion sensor sees her moving, taking it as she was leaving, the last remnants of the encounter flushed away never to be seen again. She wipes a few times, feeling how stretched and sore she is. Collecting her discarded pants and bag, trying to calm herself as the fog in her mind dissipates, her mind and body returned to her, discarded by the insects, left for her to claim once again.
She takes several minutes to herself, trying to clean, mentally overcome.
When she steps out of the stall she refuses to look at herself, using the sink to wash away whatever was left behind when she missed with her first wiping.
Opening the doors stepping out onto the platform. The clock on the wall informing her she was only gone for...
No more than 5 minutes.
Her mind rushes through the events, startled at the screeching of the train as it slows and pulls into the platform just on time. She collects herself, wipes down her still soaked shirt, and keeps her head down as she steps on, finding a corner seat and closing her eyes. Luckily it was empty in this car, except for a couple too busy sucking face to notice the sweat drenched woman with bags under her eyes.
She was right about the length of her bathroom break, but maybe not what she needed it for.
When she stepped into her house after a long silent train ride and walk from the station, she dropped everything and crawled into the shower and spent a good long while there before she felt clean again. The next stop was under the covers, where she had to hide from the world.
There's a knock on the door, her roommate pokes in.
"Hey just to let you know I found a cockroach in the kitchen, just make sure to keep an eye out I don't want an infestation"
End.