Hell's Larva Hatchery: First Half (Illustrations Added 25.07.14)
※This chapter contains illustrations of female anatomy diagrams, dissections, and the like, which may cause discomfort for some readers.
"─────Guoo, guoooooh!! Kkuuuuugh!!! Oh, ohho♡" From the tentacles inserted into my torn-open breasts, eggs the size of quail eggs are being pumped in. Gloop, gloop. Gloop, gloop. My milk ducts are ripping apart as the eggs are forcibly implanted deep inside my chest.
"My♡ my...... breasts!! Hoo, hooee! Hooeeek!!" My once pretty, voluptuous breasts are now bulging out unevenly like they've swollen from the implanted eggs. The wounds make them protrude bright red, making the sight even more repulsive. This was a different kind of shock from having my limbs severed. If I didn't have regeneration, if I were an ordinary woman, this grotesque horror would have shattered my mind completely.
"My breasts, kkeek!Kkuo♡ They're, they're no longer...... ♡♡ No more, or they'll really burst......" The tentacles burrowed into my already massively swollen breasts showed no sign of stopping. I desperately wished they'd stop shoving them in, squeezing out every last bit of strength from my nursing days to resist. Truth be told, I could still chant magic. In this world, magic was omnipotent as long as you could use it. No wand needed—just chant, and it works. So if I chanted now, I could blast this thing away.
────But killing it felt like a bit of a waste. Out of such arrogance, I chose to remove the handcuffs instead of using magic. Forcibly breaking them would shatter my limb joints and bones, but I could regenerate. Just as I was about to wrench off the cuffs────
"Kkuuuuuueeeek?!" I screamed at the cold, sharp pain piercing my neck. The larva had chomped down on it. Crack, crack. I felt my neck bones splintering. A sense that something was going terribly wrong. My limbs trembled and went limp as a thick slime oozed into my shattered spine.
Then the larva opened wide and swallowed my face again, spraying out a horrific chemical gas. As if telling me not to resist pointlessly. Psssh♡ Pssshiiiiiii♡ This♡ this♡ is dangerous♡♡ So dangerous♡ Can't♡ chant magic♡ chant♡ can't, can't♡ Uuugh, uuek. I'm, I'm gonna die. I shouldn't breathe it in, but the pain in my chest forced me to gasp desperately. Each breath sucked the gas in through my nose and mouth. It felt like tiny barbs were embedded in it. My nostrils and throat burned with fiery agony. Tears streamed from my eyes as the gas invaded my nose and the liquid seeped through my spine, tampering with my brain and body.
Screeech. Screeech. Unnatural reactions were firing in my brain. Things that shouldn't happen inside my body were emerging. Everything was going wrong. My body was turning strange. Turning into something less than female—a hatchery for bugs.
It hurt. To stay conscious, I panted harder than ever. Each inhale drew more in. It hurt. The pain made me exhale sharply. That made my breathing ragged again. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts so much. Ignoring me, the larva kept pumping gas into my mouth. How much time passed? Freed from its maw at last, I pulled out my ruined face.
"────Haaaah!! Haaak!! ──Haa, ha! Hoo, ha♡ ha♡ haaaah!!───Haa! Cough! ──Ukuuuk!!" The larva's vile gas was so dense it had liquefied, dripping from my face. The pain in my eyes made me fear blindness. Blood, tears—it was impossible to tell. Blind in the darkness, my body shuddered. Unlike before, no strength came to my limbs. My senses and mind were sharp, but my body wouldn't respond.
"──Th, uuu......♡ Uuu........♡"
Pop. Whether it had dumped all its eggs or decided my breasts couldn't take more, the larva withdrew its tentacle from my chest. One breast done at last. As it tore into the second, I screamed again. Fortunately, my brain in this extreme agony was secreting narcotic substances. Dopamine, endorphins—something like that. My body seemed to think I was pregnant. My brain floated in euphoric bliss while my flesh screamed in torment.
.......This feeling.... I'm gonna get addicted♡
Through my blurry vision, I stared at my breasts, dozens of crimson, tumor-like lumps protruding. Utterly wrecked. From nipple to base, infested with the larva's eggs. Not just any eggs—ones from its repulsive, stinking reproductive organ. A perfect hatchery for the larva. Not even breeding livestock. Just a storage unit for eggs. Treated worse than an onahole. The sensation of massive wriggling bugs filling my breasts was disgusting and thrilling in itself. Squirm, squirm, pulsing, stuffing my chest full. If they started breeding...
Mentally gazing at my breasts, the larva thrust its reproductive tentacle again, as if saying there was more. This time toward my vagina.
"Still....... a long way♡ to go, huh♡"
The reproductive tentacle slid into my vagina. Rather than pistoning, it dispensed eggs one by one like fueling a tank. Plop♡ plop♡ plop♡ plooop♡ With lewd sounds, eggs filled my womb. Firm yet elastic, they weighed down my belly heavily.
"Oh♡ oooh..♡"
No pain. The breast stimulation left no room for other sensations. My aroused voice came purely from the thrill of bearing the larva's eggs.
"It's, done.....♡"
Truly the end of my humanity. A perversion many times greater than becoming the duke's breeding sow. The larva pulled out, my womb bloated with eggs. Next, where?
"The ass, of course.........♡"
This time, my asshole. Vulgarly put, my shithole. Unlike my vagina, insertion met slight resistance. An anus exists to expel waste. Not to receive. It's an exit, not an entrance.
"Nng....♡ Nngit....♡ Ugrook...! Ha! Haa♡"
Ignoring it, the larva shoved in and dispensed eggs one by one. Pop♡ pop♡ Each one entering my ass made my lower belly quiver. My sphincter twitched, stimulating the area between my womb's G-spot, rectum, and vagina.
This world's women have different anatomy from my old one. Erogenous zones aren't just pleasure spots. For men and women here, they correspond to cores that refine mana. Storage, excretion, generation, refinement—all happen there. Refined mana travels via the spine. Men generate it in penis and prostate; women in breast ducts, G-spot, and mana line. The mana line, Gloria explained, sits between womb and rectum—the strongest core. Deeper than the womb, hard to stimulate. But properly done, it yields incomparable mana and pleasure.
Does this hellish creature know instinctively? I felt my breast ducts, G-spot, and mana line cores tingling. Not overwhelmingly intense or painful, but like something deep, precious, and soul-touching was being probed.
"Th, uuk♡ oooh....ah...uuk....♡ Kku...o.....♡O.....♡"
Filled to capacity, the larva slowly withdrew. Thinking liberation at last, I sighed in relief—only to realize it wasn't over.
".....Huh?"
This time, the reproductive tentacle aimed at my face. Where? I got scared. The larva curled its body into a C-shape. Bound tight by its limbs, mine followed. The sudden shift made my breasts slosh heavily; I screamed. Seizing the moment, its reproductive organ plunged into my mouth.
"Ugggh?!─────Uubp!? Uuuubp!!"
It started shoving eggs down my throat. My uvula brushed, triggering dry heaves, but it forced them in regardless.
"Kkub! Uguuuk!! Uuuubp!! Ugru uuubp!!"
Like fellatio with its tentacle in my mouth, my vision blurred. Couldn't breathe. One or two eggs, maybe—but dozens sliding down my throat into my stomach. My belly grew heavy. The scant fluids and food inside spewed from my nose. Acidic burn made me groan in agony.
"Uupb!! Uupkubp! U!! Uuuuuk!!"
Writhing in torment, but bound and injected with mystery slime, I couldn't budge. Just watched its reproductive organ loom closer as my sight faded. Stomach heavier, then overwhelmed—nauseous, bloated. Desperate to vomit, to breathe. But mouth plugged with eggs, throat stuffed, nose leaking undigested filth. Even fainting denied by my toughened body. Like goblin starvation torture, I gaped obscenely, farting crudely from my nose. Prrroooong♡ Amid it, shame heated my face. Ignoring, the larva withdrew its egg-dumping tentacle.
"Uueeek! Uubp!! Uguueeek!! Uhek! Ahuk! Ahahaak!! Kkuk! Kkeuk! Ha! Heuk♡ Heuk♡"
I gasped the breath I'd held. Stomach bloated with eggs, breathing labored. Wanted to puke, but packed eggs wouldn't budge. Just thick saliva drooled. Throat and gut clogged, speech impossible. Jaw agape, I panted. Thought of digging them out—hands still bound. Powerless. No strength to break cuffs. Clearing the reproductive tentacle, the larva extended another toward my face. Thin and smooth, unlike the toothed one—from its anal area. Does it excrete via tentacle? Question fleeting; it shoved into my mouth. I saw its massive ass ripple.
Eggs all implanted—what more? Dread hit; I shook my head, tongue pushing futilely. Mercilessly, excrement poured from its anal tentacle.
"────────!!!!"
Shit filled my mouth with putrid stench. Rotting fish and cheese mixed with regurgitated sewer sludge, bloated. Tongue grazed its surface—sticky, hardening clumps. Pus-like, sour, thick, oddly proteinaceous. Feed. To keep me alive, turn me into a hatchery—this was the larva's excrement feed. My hatchery life began with swallowing this.
"───O───Uuk───!!!"
Maggot corpses in it? Gritty bits as sludge slop filled my mouth, congealing. Vomit rose endlessly, heart pounding to burst. Eyes rolled back, consciousness fading.
Female prostate. Located a finger's depth from the rectal/anal entrance, between the womb and rectum. Unlike the G-spot (mana generation/excretion), heart (efficient refinement), spine (circulation aid), and breast cores, it is both the most sensitive and insensitive. Reason for erogenous status and high-quality mana/life force upon stimulation: unknown. Stimulating it is harder than a male prostate; its existence only recently discovered. The Magic Tower continues research on mana line and orgasm-induced mana expulsion.