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Night Time Walks are a Great Idea [Sinnamonroll,DrStrangeLove]

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Maybe taking that walk was a bad idea. The internet had seemed so supportive of the thought though. When you were upset, you went outside and then took a nice long walk. Enjoy some reasonably fresh air. She was close enough to the local park, and it was a peaceful neighborhood. There was no reason to expect anything other than a nice loop around the park and she'd be nice and calm again. Erin was a curvy, gentle girl, the wind doing its best to blow her short blonde hair right into her eyes. She kept swiping at it, paying more attention to her hair than her surroundings. Erin hadn't noticed the strange smell until her vision began to blur. It was a heavy chemical smell, that smothered everything else, drawing her down until she crumpled unconscious to the floor. She awoke to bindings and blinding lights… she really needed to stop trusting the internet.
 
Erin found herself laying on her back in a padded monstrosity that vaguely resembled a gynecological chair. Her arms were bound beneath it, behind her back, and her legs were held up in air, tilting back over her chest. She was naked, her pussy, ass and breasts all on clear display, with spotlights shining upon her. "Ah good. You're awake. We can begin, then..." Erin tilts her head back to look at the speaker, a woman in a lab coat, her glasses reflecting the bright lights in a sinister fashion. She was wearing a pair of white latex gloves, one of which held a bottle of some chemical. She walked around next to Erin, a cruel grin on her face...
 
It took a moment for her to realize that she couldn't move because she was tied down. She wanted to be dreaming, even though she knew she wasn't. It was too cold to be a dream. Erin's body began to tense in fear, her mind trying to catch up with it. She pulled against her bindings, trying to wriggle away from her captor. She shook from fear and cold, wishing for at least a pair of pants, a blanket something to hide her body from this stranger. "We can begin… what?" She didn't remember deciding to talk. Her mouth formed the words before her brain knew what they were. She shook more as she gazed at the woman's cold smile. "Where is this? Who are you?"
 
"We can begin the experiment, of course. As for where this is and who I am, those are both rather irrelevant to you, I'm afraid. You can call me Doctor, if you must. Now hold still..." She walks around next to you and begins rubbing whatever it is into your breasts, making your nipples hot and tingly...
 
"Experiment? What experiment?" The, doctor, walked to her side. Too close. "I think where I am is very relevant to me, and - wait what are you doing with that, don't touch me!" It was cold at first. But the cold quickly became warmth. The warmth quickly became heat. Her nipples went erect, and her entire face went bright red in response. Had she been kidnapped just to test some sort of, weird lube? Why would that even happen, she was certain there were at least a couple dozen women that would be super excited to test weird lube. Especially if it felt really good. Erin pinched her eyes shut, trying to will the feeling into going away.
 
The doctor observed Erin for a moment, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.S few seconds later, Erin heard the sound of some sort of mechanism coming to life in the wall above her head. Leaning her head back, she could see a metal screen lifting to reveal a polished mirror, likely some sort of one way glass. She squirmed and writhed as the heat built in her nipples and her breasts slowly expanded, not much, but noticeably. Finally, other wall then began to make it's own whirring mechanical noises, and as she looked up, she saw an opening appear. For a moment it was black and empty, and then something appeared - a large yellow and black form. It was followed by a second, and once they move closer, it became clear what they were- Wasps! They were a pair of gigantic wasps, Their bodies easily half a foot long and a couple inches thick, with foot long wings, and dangerous gleaming stingers. They flew through the air above her and landed on the walls and ceiling, looking down at her appraisingly...
 
Her breasts felt like they were almost on fire. Not in a bad way just...just… Were they, bigger? They were. They definitely were. That didn't make sense. Was this an allergic reaction? She twisted her head from side to side, trying to see what was happening. The doctor was gone. Where the hell had she gone. Erin could breathe just fine but. It still wasn't normal. She wanted to try and process what was happening, or escape, but. There was a noise. A wall moved, not a wall a door. It was so dark but. There was something in there. Please be a rescue, please be a… oh. Wasps. Giant wasps. That was not a rescue that was a nightmare. Erin's scream died in her throat, her mouth open soundlessly. What the hell was this. Wasps didn't get that big. Was that the experiment? Make giant bugs? What was she there for? She was food. There'd be no other reason for her to be bound and naked like that. But her breasts? Something to let them know that's what she was for? She closed her eyes tight. If she was going to get eaten by giant bugs, then she refused to watch herself get eaten by giant bugs.
 
The wasps studied Erin for a moment, then softly buzzed down and landed on her. One alighted upon her stomach, standing there and watching her with it's compound eyes for a moment, while the second stood upon her leg, it's cold hard feet feeling surprisingly good upon the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Both of them felt surprisingly good, as a matter of fact, their cold touch sending a strange flush of heat through her skin...
 
Giant wasps weren't as heavy as they should be. Or maybe she just had no idea how to accurately guess the weight of terrifying monstrosities. It almost felt like someone was using some sort of strange massage technique, soothing out all of the aches from her muscles. But she could hear them. And she could feel them looking at her. It was getting harder to keep her eyes closed, the stress starting to creep further into her bones. Erin wanted to start screaming, pulling herself free. But if she did they probably would attack her. Even if they already were.
 
The wasps slowly crawled on top of Erin for a few moments, occasionally leaning down to taste her with their mandibles, until finally they came to her breasts. Their small tongues darted out to taste her nipples, and then their mouths closed upon them, their hard chitin contrasting deliciously with their soft wet insides. The suckled upon her nipples for a while, settling down so that their soft undersides pressed against her skin...
 
They kept, licking her. They were tasting her. This was it. Erin quietly said her good byes, nervously shaking as they crawled further and further up her body. She bit her lip to keep quiet when their tongues flicked against her nipples. It seemed, strange. That they- they were sucking. They were sucking and it felt, so good. Erin took a chance and let herself moan, her eyes fluttering open to the strange sight of insects suckling with dedication. She didn't know why. She couldn't figure it out. But, it felt, great.
 
The wasps continue sucking, their tongues pressing against her nipples, and beginning to slowly penetrate her breasts. They climb to their feet at this, bodies pulsating excitedly at this new development. They pressed their tongues deeper into her breasts, before withdrawing them and turning around, bringing their ovipositors into position above her aching breasts...
 
"W...wait." It took Erin a moment to realize what was happening. Their tongues were thin, and she hadn't realized they were in her breasts until they had cleared her nipples. That shouldn't be possible. But it was. It was a strange new sensation, something between pain and pleasure that was overwhelmed by confusion. She was relieved… disappointed? Both, when they pulled their tongues out. Her breasts felt… swollen? No. Empty? No. Something else. The wasps turned around, arranging themselves over her nipples. "What are you doing…"
 
The wasps ovipositors emerged suddenly from their abdomens, the pointed ends glistening with fluid. They held them there for a moment before thrusting them into her breasts, penetrating her nipples. They buzzed their wings and clacked in satisfaction, shivering with pleasure as they thrust deeper into her soft yielding flesh. They leaned forward and thrust back their abdomens, pushing deeper into her breasts...
 
Erin didn't know much about wasp anatomy. She thought they were readying their stingers, for some reason deciding that her breasts were the ideal way to kill her. The pain of the pointed stingers pushing into her nipples, stretching them more than she thought possible, was enough to continue misleading her. She cried out, her voice softening as the pain began to slowly ebb away. She didn't feel like she was dying. Perhaps there was something wrong with them? They were clacking, and shaking, moving their wings but not flying. She didn't want a pair of giant wasps to die while they were in her breasts anymore than she wanted them to eat her. Plus there was another problem. It was starting to feel good again.
 
The wasps continued to thrust their ovipositors into her breasts, slowly working them deeper as they pulsated inside her. The tips steadily leaked precum, which dribbled out of her nipples with each thrust. Unbeknownst to her, the wasps were slowly preparing her breasts to serve as incubators for their eggs - the precum was both lubrication and also an aphrodisiac. Every thrust felt better as her body adapted to the unusual penetration and the precum did it's work, until her breasts felt almost on fire with pleasure, the ovipositors moving like heavenly spears inside her...
 
Erin knew she was being watched. She knew that this probably wasn't a good thing. She knew she shouldn't be moaning. But she couldn't help it. She had no idea her breasts could feel so good. She didn't understand what the wasps were doing, but she wasn't so sure she was going to die anymore. And if she was, then it was going to be while she experienced the best pleasure of her life. Which, almost might be a little worth it. There were worse ways to go. She squirmed against her bindings, her body struggling to contain the pleasure that pulsed through her body.
 
As the wasps continued to thrust away, something about the motion changed. Their thrusts became slower and deeper, and their cocks began pulsating. Looking up, you can see numerous small bulges beginning to work their way down into you breasts. Small geysers of precum squirted out around their thrusts as they began to fill Erin's breasts with their eggs...

(Sorry for the delay and the shortness. I'm having a bit of writers block.)
 
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