HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 6 (23/?) (Patreon)

You grab the one thing you think is going to get you through all this: Emmett.

You hold his paw and grip tightly as he holds your head against his chest. You feel like someone is forcing two fingers into your crotch and creating an opening. You let out a panicked yelp as your hips widen; the slit growing larger and larger. The skin between your legs puffs up and oozes thick sap. You whimper as heat builds in your pelvis and you start feeling contractions. Your body seizes up from the first couple of spasms. While you try to reorient yourself, you feel a sudden head rush followed by an intense ache in your lower abdomen. What was once your stomach now shapes into a uterus and connects with your sap-soaked pussy. Tears drift off your face and hover suspended in the air as it feels like someone is ripping you open from the inside out. You feel the first spiderkit slip out of you. Then another, then another. By the fourth, your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth hangs open. The shocks of excruciating pain have transformed into blinding euphoria. You feel them press hard against the internal wall of your cervix which causes your legs to quake from an orgasm that never seems to end. You can't bear to look at Emmett; first he watched your virginity get taken, now he's watching you give birth. You cover your face as best you can from the humiliation as another spiderkit pops out of you. Your pussy is stretched wider and wider, your sticky excretion only draws out the birthing process. You try to curse under your breath at the spider vixen for having put you in this situation but you quickly squeal in intense bliss as another spiderkit wiggles its way out of you. You pant, drawing in what little air you can. You feel your stomach rumbling; it seems that all of your babies have been introduced to the world.

Though the birthing had stopped along with the contractions, you lay there stunned and dizzy. Emmett awkwardly pats your head and you look up to see him trying his best to avoid his gaze. If he had the ability to, you'd be lying against his tent right about now. You are still too deep in sub-space to be able to communicate anything other than laboured breaths of thin air. You feel your stomach push out any leftover goo before slowly shrinking down. It never returns to its original size; you are left with some hefty love handles and some rather wide hips. You reach down and thank the heavens when your fingers run over a smooth exterior. Your tears mixed with your vaginal sap and bits of goo hang in the air and you try your best not to come into contact with any of the mess you created.

The 9 or so blobs of rubbery goo skitter along the air happily. They have the ears of a fox but with an enlarged abdomen and eight stubby legs. They also sport the bumpy texture of roots underneath their exterior. While they grew inside your belly, they had taken on some of your DNA. One latches onto your still-swollen belly and happily crawls around. It isn't attempting to goop you or try to take over Emmett; rather, they seem to be minding their own business. One of them had already started making a web on one of the shelves, and another was in some heated fight with its brother. The one that had landed on you sits there joyfully, tapping its stubby little nubs against your chest. You poke it with a finger and it responds by hugging it with a few of its nubs. You look up at Emmett who is just as lost for words. You toss it into the air and it spins merrily with all its nubs waving.

You grab at your large belly, slightly disappointed to have lost your figure. Perhaps once you get out, you'll finally be back to normal... One can hope. You weakly grab a nearby pole and steady yourself. Since your spacesuit no longer fits, you tie it to your waist. You quickly tuck where your lady parts once was out of sight. You grab one of the floating syringes that you hadn't knocked away in your fit of pain and pleasure and read 'X9 STIMULANT.' You can only imagine what chemicals are in this but you're so exhausted and on the verge of passing out, you wonder if this might give you the kick you need to keep moving. The spiderkit you tossed in the air lands gently on your shoulder and nuzzles your neck. Emmett looks at it with concern.

> Use the stimulant.
> Get rid of the goobit.
> Continue looking for an exit.
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