Insectra flipped another page of her bug and giggled briefly to herself.
"Inaccurate as it is,
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is the best." She chuckled, before looking to her arm. Her dress was woven from thin chitineous strands, so the addition of any kind of technology, even if now necessary to communicate with, was annoying her.
"In to the sectra speakin'." "It's time for phase two. Are you ready?" "Oh damn, thought you'd never ask, now as for if I'm ready.." Insectra lifted her head, looking up around her.. and smirked.
"I guess you could say that, yes. Even the most paranoid of them humans didn't or perhaps.. couldn't, possibly, take out all of mine after all." She mused, closing her eyes, to gain a new view, through the many, fragmented eyes of a buzzing fly.
The human mind with its infinite malleability was fascinating. Sure, Cassandra's futanarization bomb had.. affected people. Every male without special abilities or shelter had been.. improved. Yet, perhaps guided by the heroes, they tried to maintain an apperance of normality. They had even gathered reporters and protesters against gods hand.
That was their downfall. They put gods hand into hero/villain logic. Their heroes would protect and fix them, they were simply villainous terrorists to deal with..
Wheras Gloria and V didn't like the second stage, Insectra was a big fan of it. Propably because she played a large role in it, but also because she thought that reducing humans to a state of anarchy allowed for them to display their primal instincts. Fight or flight, scavengers, predators, collectors, those that would hide and try to tough out the situation, so many different options.. and each one of them could be optimized into a different insect type.
Insectra folded her hands. Like the first step of invading the city had started with her luring a heroine to be brainwashed, so would the second step start with her. But now, God's hand was through hiding and preparing. While the heroes headquarters had proved far more dangerous than anticipated, first it would become the only true safe haven, as the heroes were forced to spread themselfs thin or retreat.. soon it would become a sieged island.
But first!
Insectra glasped her hands together, a slimey pod growing out of the ground, engulfing her as she knelt down, the exact inverse of what happened over at the flies location, the creature gladly sacrificing itself to be an anchor to the greater cause of the swarm, a pod growing out from it, oozing and dripping as Insectra stood up, with a cheerful.
"Good afternoon! Behold your queen! It has been determined that, due to ease of conversion and quickly needed increase in numbers, I, the glorious Insectra will be officially allowed to convert any and everyone I meet outside on the streets. To that end, here is a present!" She enthused, folding her hands, a multitude of smaller pods raising around her.
"Your new best friends. now don't be afraid to share, but don't worry they reproduce quickly either way." Insectra nodded enthusiastically as the pods all began to open, each releasing a different type of insect.
"By the by, this is brought to you thanks to the sacrifice of a good old friend, allowing me to perfect my power, The Brood Queen. Priorly I had to do this all myself, but Now, you are my will and my will is obvious to you.. but speaking it out is still fun in a queen-y way. So.. TAKE THESE HUMANS! We need more bodies, for the swarm! Look at these poor creatures, thinking for themselfs, struggling, fighting, so lonely they are. Now, take their bodies and save their minds by allowing them the freedom to be dissolved into you, the hive! Fear no longer death and loneliness, in the swarm you are one and eternal. Stop being disgusting humans and allow yourself to be perfected into the insectoid form!" She smiled, and extened her arms, meanwhile, any non-hero bystanders were rushed by the swift insects. the first one to catch itself prey was an arachnid looking one:
There was a brief pain on the girls neck as the spider jumped on her, some stinger-like mandibles pushing into the back of her head. There was a dizzying sensation of pressure, as the girl felt something pump into her at a concerning angle, until a nice, relaxing emptyness spread through her mind. There was nothing she could do, so just letting the swarm do whatever it wanted to her felt good. Her eyes rolled back as the insect lined up a thick breeding appendage and with little foreplay, began pushing the slimy length into her, with a quick thrusting motion that quickly reached a thrusting frequency far exceeding human mating speed, while the girls mind was fed instructions.. be a good broodmother. Obey the swarm. Go to other parts of the city so your baby can turn others into broodmothers once it is gestated. Obey the swarm...
The next girl too, was taken by suprise by the swift, if fragile conversion insects, her clothing shredded in almost an instant, while the creature thrust a fleshy appendage at her legs.. though, this one was different, a true converter, not a breeder, as the girl quickly realized, it's stinger pushing into her nipple, first suckling and draining it of blood with a lustful buzzing, before pumping it full of transforming fluid, engorging it by a cupsize, making the inferior mammal lactate superior insect-pheromones, while it's tail placed an oblong, warm, sticky sphere to the back of her head, hidden under her hair. There was a brief prickling noise and something growing into the girls brain but that was good, she wanted to let the young hatch into her mind and merge with her, she wanted to go and feed other mammals its milk to make them easy conversion targets as well, exspecially as her other breast recieved the same treatment as the first, but more than anything, she wanted to lose her individuality to the, thanks to the inculsion of well trained superheroes earlier, overbearing might of the hive-mind...
There was some love for the dickgirls as well, of course. One of them had found herself caught on sudden, sticky-wet webbing formed by the insects, only to be undressed, positioned and teased by the insects. She gasped as she felt an insectile shaft, smooth and slender, push into her penis, oozing a corrupting fluid that made her balls swell and ache, replacing the inferior human cum with superior insect-breeding sperm. The other strange fly landed on and prodded on against her nose, its intent at first unclear, until the smooth, slithery insect-penis pushed its way all the way up into her brain.
The girl smiled and drooled vacantly, her cock immediatly cumming at the pure pleasure of being converted into a hive-drone slave, her only purpose to hunt down and fertilize mates, to create more human-insect warrior for the hive, while parts of her mind melted, unneeded details like individual personality absorbed by the hive. She wasn't gone, her memories and abilities would be used by the hive, she would be used by the hive, as it best saw fit..
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found insects trying to slither and push into her sex and backdoor alike, she screamed out for help at first, gasping at the size of the soft and squishy, yet very.. insistant creatures, that was at least, until one of them succeeded, slithering into her pussy, her expression quickly changing to one of
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She had been chosen by the hive as a carrier for their young, chosen to hide the beautiful little hive-masters in her body from everyone and carry them to new destinations, while her body was slowly converted into that of an insects and her mind eroded by permanent pleasure, until she was ready.. worthy of being taken into the hive.
Insectra cooed among the masses of her released insects, just about a dozen of each type, but thanks to their fast conversion and gestation abilities, this would mean hundreds of people converted to the hive by the end of the day. She cooed, reaching out for and kissing one of the first hive-convertors, while it's insect flew on, hunting the fleeing mammals.
"Hello my sweet little one, is it a comfortable one? Don't worry about the disgusting fleshyness, I know the pretty insect that lurks inside and.. soon this hostbody will become pretty too, just give it a few days of work." She cooed.. albeit not to the human host, but her cute larvae growing into the same ones head. Both would become synonymous, sooner or later.
"How long does the host-mind think until the heroes show up? I want to show them the genesis of a new insect-warrior caste. Each with minds and bodies, completely belonging to the hive, where once there was stinking, inferior humanity." She cooed and clasped her hands together behind the girls back, standing and swaying, like an intimate lover, while several, larger bods, also grew out of the ground. Each containing a scout-insect with superhuman senses, agility and the ability to move absolutely silent, or a warrior-type insect with superhuman strength and highly enhanced durability thanks to a stonelike armorplating. Granted, the virtually indistinguishable daughters of who had once been four individual heroines powers had not been complete reproductions.. and their mothers had been weakened to distribute the strength throughout the swarm, but the swarm made up for that with far superior numbers and a superior unity of mind, each creature only allowed enough individuality to retain the memory of one particular loved one or colleague among the heroes, only to facilitate an intense desire to hunt and convert such individuals.
Individual. The converter in the arms of its queen shuddered. That word brought a sense of disgust now, the queens presence helping the little converter-larvae teach the mammal its truth far faster.. it was just a body, a part of the swarm. it was not an individual, it was part of a whole, ment to serve the will of the queen.
"Hmnn.. swarm, let's have you use the voice of what was once Quickdraw, her submission pleased me." Queen generously allowed while her lesser insects buzzed around, stinging and infecting and bonding with human minds that were quickly suckled up into a whirlwind of pleasure and encompassing, overwhelming, encouraging unity. After itself had been drained so throughoutly of a will of its own, it was rather easy for the hive to take in new minds and hungrily suckle on them.. simple humans certainly could not resist the process if heroines had fallen to it, the hivethoughts would insist, dozens of obediant hive-drone minds embracing and emptying each new individual mind of all the swarm needed.. the broodmothers and lesser human hosts were no less important than the warriors and scouts, they were all hive, they all obeyed. And, at the queens command, a handful of pods opened, all of them scout-type moths, moving calm and silently, a singular thought made to make them bow before the queen as she said, the words revibrating in swarms mind:
"I bet trouble is 'a coming sooner or later. Take a look around and alert me of coming heroes. Remember, the goal is to make these streets unsafe.. for the wicked that keep a will of their own to do evil with.
I need at least two hero-slaves with roughly complimentary skills to create a new insect-caste out of, so keep that in mind if you see a hero worth using and luring here as well. But keep in mind, you are not warrior caste. If you can sting a heroine and bless her with mind-draining nectar before they can react that's wonderful, but don't risk diminishing the swarm against any strong foes. The swarm comes first, always. YOU come first. Losses are inevitable and meaningless, the individual is meaningless, always remember this mantra, but our goal is growth." Insectra smiled a parental smile, befitting the wonderful queen of all the swarm was.
"Queen could have engineered you with kamikaze abilities to easily take down a hero at the expense of your own meaningless indivdual existance, but she did not, that is because every part of the swarm matters, even the tiniest fly. You matter more to me than any human or power or richness in the world, any palace or power. Yes, you are indivdually replaceable and expendable, but also, you are swarm, you are my power." She purred, picking up a breeder-fly that had just converted a shemale slave for the swarm, kissing its insectile mouth lovingly and lustfully, giggling as the little one tried to sting her and inject her with soothing aphrodisiac out of an inbred reflex.. of course no swarm-poison could work on its queen, releasing the little insect to find another to convert.
The swarm could feel the queens sadness and knowledge that most of these converter-insects would likely be killed by heroes.. but each that was sucessful would procreate, with a new generation of better adapted offspring and there was no shortage of host-bodies around to help enjoy the swarms glory.