Transport bug.

Jessica was scared, terrified even. Somewhere in this cool, dark, concrete room was a creature that was going to hug her face and suck on her breasts. The thought of it made her shudder with dread. “You're sure your not going to let anything happen to me, right dock?” she asked worry plain on her face.

“Absolutely, you have nothing to worry about. In a few weeks we will send a team into the hive to rescue you.” Came a female voice of over a crackly loud speaker. She and a group of scientists could be seen staring at her from the other side of thick reinforced plexiglass.

“What?! What do you mean, it was only supposed to be a couple of days! And what do you mean rescue?! You said-”

“You should have read the contract sweety.” interrupted the woman over the loud speaker. “You sold yours self into slavery for bigger breast. Your a big girl and you made a big decision.”

“No! You're li-” again, she was interrupted, only this time by basket ball sized insect flying through the air and hitting her square in the face. Through a combination of shock, reflexes and the bugs transferred inertia, Jessica staggered back several steps as her face was almost instantly shrouded in wet, drooly darkness. Jessica grabbed at the creature, trying to rip it off of her face but she couldn't find a good place to grab it and it held her so tight. She could feel her whole body beginning to tingle feeling pins and needles like she had pinched a nerve or something.

The woman on the other side of the glass either forgot to turn off the intercom or just didn't care if Jessica heard her or not. “The transport bug is something of a misnomer. It's really more of a hitchhiker than transportation. It's primary purpose in the hive is to transport men or women safely from point a to point b within the colony. It has a verity of other uses however. For one thing, it can induce lactation in females in less than an hour, after coupling with her face forcing her to become a milking cow for the colony. It does this by forcing a thin tube into her throat and making her swallow a fast acting hormone treatment. Many bugs in the hive can perform this feat but were the transport bug is different is that it's hormones actually maker her breast larger over time. Here we can see our latest vic... er volunteer Jessica. By now she's starting to lose muscle coordination and function as the creature takes over her body.

She's being coupled with one in an attempt at a safe alternative to cosmetic surgery. At least that's what we told her it was. She didn't even complain when we shaved her head, tattooed her with a slave bar code or implanted her with a tracking chip. Idiot. Ha'hem. I digress.”

In the small concrete room Jessica had collapsed on the floor and was squirming and writhing on the floor as her motor functions were slowly being overridden. She felt her jaw relax and her throat swallow a tube all of their own accord. The doctors in the observation room could see her weekly flailing arms and hear her muffled screams pause, in shock, as she swallowed the foreign object. She choked and gagged a little at first but the the small tube proved easy to breath around.

“There's the tube now.” the doctor continued. “She's just about surrendered all muscle control to the bug now. An other use for the bugs is that they are often loosed on small towns in the middle of the night. These little buggers sneak in undetected and by the next morning every man and woman in the town is either subdued eaten or producing milk in a hive some where. I once saw one couple to a man's head and after taking him over, the man walked right into the open mouth of a brute. He and the bug were quickly eaten. It was as if the creature sacrificed it's self to give the brute some lunch...” she paused for a moment thinking to herself.

By now Jessica's body was completely still. The tail of the creature maneuvered it's milking cup over her nipple and began sucking. A thin, lip lined sheath slid over her breast, enveloping both her boob and the milking cup. Jessica could feel its cool wet skin slide over her breast's and feel the lips squeeze her breast in it's embrace. After that was finished she felt her limbs moving very shakily and roboticly, to bring her to her feet. No mater how hard she tried, she couldn't get them to move or resist this creatures control.

“Now we will monitor her vitals and location from her tracking chip and allow her to be taken to the hive. We may try a rescue at a latter date but in truth, I think we've recorded all the data we needed from the transport bug here and at this point in time, I see no reason to retrieve her in the future. She'll give us plenty of data in the hive so we will let them have her. Besides, there's no shortage of volunteers dumb enough to sign a contract without reading fine print.”



As you can see my design is influenced heavily by H.R Giger and Sharue's own fan work there of. I think a face hugger is a very effective and efficient transport bug and because they are little more than cannon fodder to the bugs it makes meals so much easiey to swollow when they climb right in the beast's maw.

Please login to post a comment.