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The planet was so hot and dry now, thanks to the aliens. They had countered everything the human race had done to try to slow or prevent climate change, to form the planet into their perfect habitat. Where the aliens had come from, nobody knew, but come they had, and now they were unquestionably the rulers. They made their homes in some of earth’s harshest places, creating cave systems where there hadn’t been caves before, and exploiting them where they had previously existed.
Apart from all the devastation wrought on the planet, the humans adapted as they had done for millennia. Certain technologies ceased and life became simpler by necessity - no cars meant that people were limited to what they could grow themselves.
And generally the humans and the aliens lived fairly peacefully. Every so often, humans would go missing, though searches were hampered; the aliens had disrupted the militaries, police and government at all levels, though nobody was entirely sure how, but they had fallen to pieces long before the aliens moved in.
There was never any sign of the missing humans.
Sam had gone out to tend his garden one morning, bright and early. He didn’t know what happened next… the next thing he was aware of was coming to in the cool darkness of a cave. The second thing he was aware of was that he was naked, totally and utterly without a stitch of clothing on. The third thing was that he was not alone; there were several humans with him, of all shapes and sizes, both male and female. Nobody seemed to be older than about fifty, and there were no children - about the only thing Sam could attempt to feel grateful for.
The cave seemed to be huge; there was a little natural light filtering into where they were, but it did nothing to illuminate the size of the place. There were insect sounds coming from all over the place - chittering, whirring of wings, the chitinous sound of exoskeletons knocking each other or knocking their surroundings.
As his eyes grew used to the dimness, he saw something that chilled the blood in his veins: humans fastened to the cave walls by something that looked like spider silk around their arms and legs, and a band of the stuff across their torso. All of them were naked and the majority looked pregnant. All the men he could see appeared to have female breasts and all of them, male and female, had something reminiscent of an old-fashioned milking machine attached to those breasts.
He began to struggle, not understanding their fate, but determined to avoid it.
It was hopeless, though. Two of the worker aliens seized him and flew up to a clear spot where they efficiently spun their webs around his arms and legs, pinning him to the wall. They didn’t seem happy with the position for one of them raised a leg and sliced through the webbing around first one leg then the other, before pulling his legs open and webbing him in place. There was another band of the same stuff spun across his chest, below his pecs, and he was left in the semi-darkness to contemplate his fate.
It didn’t take long to realise that this must be some sort of breeding facility. He saw alien after alien mount a flat-stomached human, remain there for just a few minutes, and then move, leaving the human with a distended belly, while another alien, smaller than the first, came to mount the human in turn.
A full-body shudder rocked him. They were laying eggs in the bodies of his fellow humans, and the smaller alien was fertilising them.
Each of these humans was given a tube to suck on, the tip of which was fashioned into the likeness of a human penis (or seemed to be; he couldn’t tell, exactly, in the dimness of the cave). Several of the men had some sort of pump over their cocks, too, though as he watched, some had the pump removed, others had one put into place. It seemed to Sam that the aliens were allowing them to piss, though the fluid simply ran down to the floor level.
He jerked in the webbing holding him in place, to no avail - it was like trying to break a steel cable.
A nearby sound caught his attention and he turned his head to see one of the aliens perched on the rock wall beside him. It held to the vertical surface as easily as a fly on a wall back at home.
Home! The thought made him sob at the realisation he would never see it again.
He jerked as the alien reached out to touch him, his smooth skin doubtless fascinating to a creature with a chitinous exoskeleton.
“Please, let me go, please - don’t hurt me, don’t do this, just let me go,” he said, only half aware that he was babbling.
The creature went blue, the colour flowing down its shell (carapace? What was that exterior?) in lines alternating with black.
“Please let me go, I haven’t done anything,” he said and the alien looked at him, its triangular head tilted to one side as it chittered at him. He found himself growing calmer, though he could not say why.
It laid a claw on his stomach and he shrank back from the contact, back against the rough rock of the cavern wall to which he was fastened, so far above the cave floor it made him dizzy to look at.
And then… and then the creature was stepping sideways, positioning itself right over him, a parody of lovers in bed, except they were vertical with Sam glued to the wall by giant spider silk, and the other… the other was some sort of giant insect that had grasshopper legs and a bee’s or wasp’s wings.
And something, a finger or… something, touched his hole then, the most private intimate part of him, right where anyone looking could see it happen. He jerked in his bonds, trying to do something, anything, to get this to stop. Another thing touched his cock and he jerked in surprise, a full-body shiver, at the violation. It didn’t stop, though, and the alien stroked him again even as the thing touching his hole pushed inside, slowly but inexorably. It shifted deeper and deeper, making Sam blush - he’d never done anything like this to himself, never thought about doing it with anyone… and then he’s being invaded by an alien, as if they weren’t content to conquer Earth.
He was growing aroused under the alien’s ministrations to his cock - and then the thing inside him did something that made him moan and brought his cock fully erect. It happened again, and again and again and eventually he couldn’t hold back and he came, brought to the point of orgasm by an alien with a thing up his arse and a claw on his prick. The alien placed another claw on his stomach and he couldn't escape it.
He was crying, a teary mess, begging and pleading to be let go, for this not to happen, but the alien did not retreat. There was a strange scent in the air and he sniffled, growing calm for no apparent reason. He did not really want this, but what was it that he didn't want, anyway? He would be cared for, looked after, fed, and with his bodily wastes cleaned up. All he would have to do was accept… her eggs? He was strangely relaxed, he could not understand why, but it was all right, he just had to let it happen.
The alien was fascinating to look at. Her carapace was iridescent and even as he watched, it seemed to ripple with colours, blue to indigo to violet to black, running down her shell from her head to her thorax to where her abdomen curled under him, between his splayed legs.
And then the thing up his arse wriggled and stilled and he groaned as a lump the size of his fist seemed to travel down the tube thing, all the way, to be expelled in his back passage. It caught at his sphincter, where the tentacle-thing simply expanded in girth, forcing his sphincter open to let it in as it was pushed into his body. And then there was another, and another, and another, all bumping and jostling and being pushed further and further into him by each subsequent egg until they reached his stomach. He felt full with just one, but there were numerous eggs, all being pushed up to fill his stomach, distending him as though he were six months pregnant.
He tried to count them and got to twenty-five, groaning. The stretch was the worst thing he’d ever felt and he was so full, as if he’d eaten his way through a huge meal. The alien chittered at him, sounding happy - and well it might, he was pregnant with twenty-five of its damn eggs, and who knew how long the pregnancy might last! This alien shifted off him, but didn’t go very far as a smaller alien, of the same species, flew up and took the place of the first one, over Sam’s body. This one also curled its abdomen under him and probed at his rear with something long and thin which snaked its way inside him.. Seemingly content, it then began to fill him even further with some sort of fluid.
Oh god - these were eggs, and they needed to be fertilised!!
It seemed to go on forever, and Sam let his head drop to look at his distended belly - twenty-five alien eggs and several gallons of alien jizz that he wanted to squeeze out and get rid of right now. But there was still something going on at his back entrance. By the time he realised what was going on, he’d been plugged with some sort of mucus that dried into a firm plug that he could not squeeze out, no matter how much he tried.
The smaller alien flew off while the larger one continued to touch him, poking and prodding at his stomach, which now looked nine months pregnant. Another alien flew to him, holding some sort of tube. The tip was the same size and shape as a penis and he jerked his head back, hitting the wall of the cave, as it was brought to his mouth. Another scent and he found himself opening his mouth to take it in. The tube itself was long and thin, snaking up to the roof at the centre of the cave where there was some sort of machine hanging from the ceiling, with innumerable tubes coming from it, each one leading to the mouth of an impregnated human who was fastened to the wall of the cavern in the same way he was.
The phallic end of the tube was inserted into his mouth and the alien that had brought it down climbed the wall until the tip of its abdomen rested by his cheek. He tried to pull away, to spit the tube out, but it was firmly fastened to his head with the same spiders web stuff that fastened him to the wall. Liquid began to flow down the tube and into his mouth. He had to swallow because he could not spit it out, but his body was sealed so that he could not excrete and he felt so full. The liquid tasted of a milky honey and something else and he suckled, growing drowsy and content and comfortable in his discomfort. Eventually the liquid stopped, though the tube remained in place.
He had no idea how long the alien remained there, watching and studying him. Long enough for him to grow aware that he needed to piss, and yet that he could not move. A claw slipped down his rounded stomach and pressed, forcing him to piss right where he was, regardless of the fact that there were other people pinned to the wall below him. He could not see them because of the bulge of his belly, but he could still turn his head and see other aliens, smaller ones, looking something like huge green cockroaches and giant blue dung-beetles, moving around down among the captive humans.
The alien left at some point, leaving him alone in the twilight hell of the cool cavern, filled with the rustle and clicking of giant insect motion. Some of those cockroaches and dung beetles occasionally climbed the wall to his level, and he realised they were cleaning up, keeping the cavern and its contents clean and tidy.
His stomach continued to grow, and so did his breasts, which had suction cups fastened to them in order to capture the milk he was producing. Occasionally a worker stimulated his prick, too, slipping a suction tube over it just when he was on the point of coming, and would milk him until he was wrung dry, often making him come two or three times.
He did not know how long he had been there when he felt the first egg break open inside him. Instead of just staying still, there was movement deep inside his stomach, first one and then another. He could see the skin move as whatever was inside his body moved around, creatures crawling over one another in search of an exit. His sudden panicked movements caught the attention of a worker alien which flew up to him to investigate, even as the tube started to flow with more nutrient liquid, which either had sedative properties naturally or had sedative mixed in. He grew calm as he suckled, his mind fuzzy and detached as hatchling after hatchling found the exit to his intestines and began crawling along the long winding tubes. He could feel them, so many of them, moving inside him until they reached the very lowest point and his body automatically squeezed them out. A worker was there to catch the first one as it emerged - a fat white maggot with multiple legs like a caterpillar and a fat black tail, about a foot long.
Maggot after maggot forced its way out of him as he cried soundless tears that brought a cleaner beetle to move around his head, mopping them up with its proboscis.
Each maggot grazed his sweet spot as it left his body to be picked up by a worker to be taken further into the cavern and he found that he was growing hard. A pump with a collection tube was slipped over his cock so that the aliens could harvest his semen as he came.
The final maggot emerged countless hours after the first one, and was followed by a lump of solid waste - the eggshells, probably, and whatever excretions the maggots had left behind - that he had to expel himself, which the cleaner beetle removed, flying off as one of the aliens that had first impregnated him settled over him, its abdomen curling under and its ovipositor already burrowing into his hole.
This was his life now, to act as an incubator for alien eggs to hatch into fat white maggots and produce milk for the adults. He suckled the nutrient tube and let his mind float as egg after egg was deposited inside him again.