Jen looked down at her swollen stomach, her skin occasionally moving out with the movement of the roaches. She rubbed her stomach and felt the vibrations of their movements.
'Ooohh that felt so fricken good' she thought, drool dripping from her now open, panting mouth. Before, the fullness had felt uncomfortable, almost like she had just eaten a full meal. Now it felt....amazing, like she was complete. She needed more, more of this full feeling. More of the feeling of their antennae rubbing up against her pussy lips as they crawled in and out.
Jen began to wander the house more, looking for other potential cockroach nests. As she moved, she could see her stomach move up and down, swaying as she walked. The roaches that were squirming in her panties were now pushing past her pussy lips, trying to find sanctuary deep in her heat with the other roaches. She had to stop a few times as her legs quivered as each roach marched in, their legs stimulating her and their large bodies opening her wide. She reached the second floor of the abandoned house and could hear the scuttling of roaches on the floor, trying to reach her. The room happened to be a bedroom, so she lay down in the bed, mindful of her early pregnany-looking stomach that housed her new friends.
She pulled down her pants and spread her legs, looking down slightly so she could watch as each roach swarmed in. These roaches were significatly larger than the last group, with a few having visible eggs with them. 'Good,' she thought, 'I'll have a nearly endless supply of roaches, I need them inside of me, more, more!'
And more she did get. By the end, her stomach was the size of a beach ball. She felt tired, and felt herself drift off to sleep, stroking her stomach and loving every minute of the roaches pushing up against her hand, like she was their queen. As she drifted off, she thought to herself...