Seed of the Son of Plague

She awoke to the sound of a thick bubbling. She couldn't help but think of her mother's potato porridge, which used to bubble on the stove every night. By habit, she tried to breathe the smell in through her nose, but found she couldn't draw any breath, as something was obstructing her nasal passage. Eyes slammed open as she panicked, trying to breath through her mouth. An oppressive atmosphere met her. She woke up in her dorm room, her single bed against the window, her desk a few feet away, and to the right and against the opposite wall stood her closet. But where they had held scattered papers and scattered writing implements, now they held a thick, green mucus. It spread across the wooden surface, pulsing rhythmically and emitting a slight glow. The mucus dripped down the sides of the table in long sheets, pooling against a similarly covered floor. It covered every surface, across the floor, into the dark closet, and to the crack of the door. She tried to scream, but found that the sound wouldn't leave her mouth, being caught in the slime which had slipped into her mouth, covering the roof and tongue in its embrace. She tried closing her mouth, struggling, doing anything to get away, but found her mouth locked wide open, trapped by the slime. Similar movements with her body helped her find out that the slime had spread to her bed, trapping her with only the most minute movements possible.

Her stomach dropped as she realized that she was trapped. She attempted to struggle over the next few hours, but nothing availed her. Hot tears streamed down her face as she thought of her mother, likely at home waiting for her weekly call. She thought of her brother, a marine overseas, only older by 2 years. The rational part of her mind continued to analyze a little. Despite not being able to breathe her lungs didn't burn, and given her vision hadn't gone black or her body felt weak, she assumed she was getting air somehow. Not that the logical part helped, as she thought about her Boyfriend Gillian, the football star and major stud in bed, who had fallen asleep with her the previous night.

"Ah ah ah. You shouldn't be thinking about your little boy any longer". Her eyes widened as she looked all around, seeking the source of the voice. It was a thick, phlegm filled voice, rasping and burbling. Some of the slime shifted, and in horror she watched as a thing came out of the pile in the center of her room. It was a thin figure, only slightly taller than her at 5' 7. It had large, netted eyes with a thousand mirrors as if it were a fly. It had no nose, and its mouth was a vertical slit, wide open with a needle like maw, a forked tongue darting out with a purple drool. Small, misshapen arms hung from a hunched back, its spine was crooked, and with every shift it made a small cracking sound came out, as if a thousand twigs were breaking at once. It writhed and wormed, from the deep recesses of its mouth came a swarm of fat, larvae heavy flies as warm, foul breath came forth from its nightmare mouth, filled with dripping, sliming words that seemed to scratch at the deep recesses of her mind. "It would be easier if you would just acceeeeeept."

Its mouth moved wrong, the geometry breaking all known Euclidean angles. She tried to scream once more, which she could only assume was due to pleasure as it spasmed, swarms emitting from behind. It moved closer, and she could see that where a human's waist would be, it had a great, pale white tail, covered in more green ooze that seemed to secrete from every surface. The white and green were intermixed with patches of yellow and brown, various infections and scars all festering with hives of maggots crawling in and out, consuming each other and splitting into more as they slowly burrowed in and out.

"You might be who I am, and why I've invited you into my esteemed presence." The voice continued to scratch at her thoughts, and she couldn't help but shiver as the words shrieked across her mind, nails on chalkboard and grating against her sanity. "I... am Beelzebub, leader of the Order of Flies. And I am here, as you have been given the honor of carrying my children into this world." Her eyes widened, and it chuckled. "I see you feel the honor. Well, since you were being so honored, I felt as though I could take most of the stress off of you. Sit back.... And relax." The thing began moving towards her, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see anymore of it. Suddenly, she felt the mucus at the back of her throat pour out, leaving her breathing passage clear, and she drew a breath in, desperate to refill her lungs.

This was a mistake, as she felt something poke her lips. She opened her eyes to see the biggest dick she had ever seen in front of her eyes, veined and pulsing. It seemed to be half the size of her, and she gasped, accidentally sucking in a fly. Couching, it was ejected as she heard it say "How DARE you reject my gift!" Suddenly it thrust inside of her.

It quickly filled her mouth, and as it entered, the mucus dissolved, leaving her mouth to close around it. It tasted sweet, like warm honey, and she felt an urge to eat more. It obliged, and it began moving in. Slowly, it slid back, until she felt it hit the back of her throat, and it pulsed. The pulsing brought to mind where it was and her throat closed as she began to choke. It filled her mouth, her cheeks billowed as she tried and failed to open her mouth enough to get air. A fluid began pouring from the end of it, opening her throat and she felt her lungs stop burning and her mind calm. Her heart slowed as her jaws slightly widened, and she heard it speak again. This time, it was the voice of her boyfriend, reassuring her as she gave her virginity to him and he guided her, reassuring her and calming her nerves. He placed his hands on her head, softly patting it as she slowly slid her mouth down, taking it all.

She opened her eyes. It was sliding down her throat, and she could see its face as it looked down. Though it wasn't human, she could tell it was smiling. "You've accepted the honor? Good". Its voice was the sound of the oceans waves on the beach of her home, the rustle of trees in the night, the whisper of her mother as she read her a story, the sound of her boyfriend, comforting her over bitter tears. It was his voice, and she loved him. He reached down one of his malformed limbs, the hands a three fingered, misaligned thing, and stroked her blond hair. "Good... Now let me give you my gift."

He grunted, a buzzsaw sound, and she felt the appendage, having reached her stomach, begin to pulsate. It began to pulse up and down, and she felt it depositing into her stomach. She looked down, and around the meaty appendage, she saw her stomach swelling. It started out only slightly swollen, and she put her hands on it as it slowly expanded. Over the next few minutes, it widened, and she felt nothing but pleasure as millions of eggs were placed inside of her. Her belly first started to reach the edge of her tits, then beyond, until it began to fill up so much it began to push her back, forcing her onto her back as it slowly grew. He stayed still, the appendage merely following her movements. She moaned as the mass grew, until it seemed ready to burst, as if she were at 9 months pregnant with multiple children. Finally, it withdrew, and she let out a longing whine as it did.

The thing stroked her hair. "It's alright. You'll get the honor again. But first, you must sleep. Sleep, and let our children come forth, and you and I shall be coupled once more..." He began to buzz, the flies creating a rhythm as the countless maggots crawled inside of her, and her stomach heaved and spasmed with life. She felt warm as she felt her children grow, and knew that life would never be the same...

She woke up hours later. The warmth that had filled her was gone. The Seed Bearer had disappeared, and the strange slime had vanished. She was left laying on her back, cold and naked. Gingerly, she reached a hand down, and felt her belly, now even bigger, and she began to cry again as the enormity of what she was hit her. She was now pregnant with some monster's seed, and she hadn't rejected it. She had begged for it, and the shame was killing her.

As was the pain. She bent over double as she felt something writhing within her. Tissue tore and muscles ripped as something began crawling out, and she screamed, her voice echoing and tinged with something inhuman. It reverberated off the walls, reaching back and taunting her, circling her head as a flock of predatory vultures. She saw vast citadels, gleaming marble and dark, polished onyx. Floors of silver greeted her, and all around her she saw great hordes, legions of shining, blinding things, with millions of limbs, eyes crawling up their forms.

From above she heard the booming of something vast as a great leviathan seemed to move closer, a mountain of shining rays, with great forks of lightning stemming from it. The clouds were dark and murky, and at the forefront she saw a great figure, a shining visage. She could see no details, but her eyes could not be torn away. It looked at her, and all she was laid bare before its piercing gaze: She was kicking the dog, desperate to hear the laughter of her friends as they hurled insults, trying not to break down:

Thrusting against the older man, knowing he was drunk and would take the bait: Stealing the credit card out of her mother's purse: Stealing the Christian Girl's Rosary. She cried as all her sins were laid bare, and it looked down at her. She prayed that it would look in pity, or anger, and even disgust. But it looked at her with none of those feelings. It looked at her, and all she heard was the screams of a damned chorus as an icy chill rose from the depths below her...

Her vision returned, and she was still in her room. The walls and window were covered in ice, and the pain in her stomach had grown worse. She began to heave, trying to empty her stomach, and she felt her bowels loosen. With a final heave, she threw up, but what came up was a swarm of fat maggots. Her eyes widened, but the swarm never stopped. It kept pouring out and out, and as it did she slowly felt herself deflate, until she reached her original size. Still, it kept pouring out, and she felt more and more of herself leaving. The maggots were stained red. She collapsed for a final time onto the bed, feeling them crawling out, gnawing through the roof of her mouth, feeling the emptiness inside of her.

As she faded, the last thing she would ever see was the rise of a shadowy thing in the corner. She was at the Gates, and the Morningstar was before her. From behind came the baying of her child, and she felt the cold grip of death as He entered her once more...