Candy groaned in mild pain as she was strapped back into her harness by a pair of interns. She had spent the last several nights nursing her new litter of pups, and her breasts ached from trying to feed all twenty-five of them with only two tits. Two MASSIVE tits, but two still wasn’t enough for that many mouths no matter how much they had swollen with milk thanks to her brief pregnancy. Eventually the interns were going to take them away but the laboratory seemed interested in whether the drugs would cause accelerated growth in the pups and whether said growth would be provided by her milk or if it was a natural side effect of being birthed by her. Suffice to say she was exhausted, yet her mind was filled with anticipation. Despite her kidnapping, she found herself looking forward to the experiments. Or at least the part where she gets fucked into a drooling mess of cum and musk by enormous feral cocks. Her mind was flooded with the images she had been shown and she longed to feel each and every one of them inside her already dripping pussy. She may have been tired but she was more than ready for today. It was all she could think about while she took care of her pups and now that the day was here she could feel her heart racing in anxious excitement. As another intern slipped the musk mask over her muzzle, an unfamiliar face strode through the door to the test chamber’s observation room. The black furred rat that was now calibrating the test chamber was an interesting sight to behold. A pair of thick oversized spectacles rested upon her short snout, framing her face in a comedic fashion. Her ruddy brown hair stood on end in odd chunks, as if her stylist’s routine involved using a tesla coil before shaping the hair into thick spikes. Her most prominent features however were her yoga ball sized breasts and the way they sat atop the titanic phallic bulge in her skirt that stuck out more than a meter from her lab coat. Were it not for the enormous beach ball sized ass cheeks jiggling away behind her with every step, she’d likely fall flat on her face or at least fall as far as her tits and balls would let her. Excitement was replaced with confusion as Candy looked on at the rodent. Where was Dragora? The rat would turn on her heel, only now noticing Candy in her restraints. “Oh! You’re already set up. Those interns are fast! Well then, let’s not keep our test subjects waiting!” The bubbly rodent would flip a few switches on the control board, absentmindedly humming to herself. “Uh, wait, hold on, who are you?” Candy’s ear would cock to the side as the sound of the elevator behind her began to grow louder. Before she could continue her inquiry, a soft hiss from the pillory would interrupt her as a dose of 817-CH was injected directly into her neck. Her cunt twitched in anticipation, gushing arousal from the drug and soaking her thighs. Her cock already growing hard and pressing at the underside of her restraint, her mind slowly began to drift away. “Hrm? Oh! Yes, we haven’t met before so I suppose an introduction is in order. You may call me, Doctor Z. You don’t need to know what it stands for, not that I think you’ll care in a few moments. Dr. Dragora, as head of this research division, has other tasks to take care of for the company. She’ll be ‘reviewing’ the results, of course, but you likely won’t see much more of her.” Stepping forward she’d scan over her clipboard, writing down a few notes before continuing. “The company has put me in charge of testing and observations. Dragora tended to get a little too...invested to record all of the data needed so the heads needed an unbiased researcher. Though I have to say...I can understand why she’d get distracted.” The rat let out a bubbly giggle as she ran her paw over her the left side of her bulge, pushing the fabric in just enough for Candy to see the contours of her oversized testicles. Candy, in her drugged state, could only barely comprehend what she was told by the rat. Her focus was on the growing heat in her loins and on the seductive sway of the rat’s testes. She wanted nothing more than to stuff her face into the researcher’s groin and inhale; first her scent, and then her cock. Her own massive dick was already drooling pre-cum onto the ground as the drug took hold, the skunk panting into the musk mask as her body ached to be used. “Haah! Ahhh...t-taste! Want...t-taste!” She’d begin to lap at the air with her tongue, trying to get closer to the rat’s bulge to little success. “Wow, 817-CH is no joke. You’re already a panting mess and I only just injected you. Well don’t worry, you’ll be out of your ‘misery’ soon.” A loud metal thud followed by a softly warbling siren announced the elevator’s arrival to the test chamber. “Well, well! Speak of the devil...or devils in this case. I hope you’re ready for this.” The elevator hissed as the door’s hydraulics engaged, slowly opening the massive soundproof doors and unleashing a torrent of shrieking, hissing insectoids that poured from lift in a gruesome tidal wave. Each one was around the size of a feral lynx, sporting a vaguely feline head with pointed ears and four bulbous compound eyes arranged in a neat line across their faces. Their bodies were split into three segments similar to that of an ant, but sported ten legs instead of the standard of six of their own dimension. Covered in hard needle-like hairs, they were a wretched sight to behold as they wriggled their fly-like probosci and sprayed their thick drool over one another. It didn’t take long for the creatures to fill the room, the acrid scent of formic acid starting to filter through the musk mask and sting at the skunk’s nose. Their stiff hairs would prickle at her flesh as they pushed up against her, the room becoming so crowded with the insectoids that they had begun to climb the walls. One of the creatures perched itself upon her back, its proboscis slobbering over her backside. She could feel the suction cup like appendage at the end pulling at the flesh of her ass cheeks, slicking her fur down with its disgusting, disease ridden saliva. “We like to call these ugly little bastards...well we call them ‘ugly little bastards’, but the natives of their plane call them the Skomori.” Dr. Z. would lift a sheet of paper on her clipboard, furrowing her brow as she read from it. “Which...roughly translates into ‘ugly little bastards’ again. Huh...who knew that disgust was a multiplanar concept?” Shaking her head with an amused smirk, the rat would rest the clipboard at her hip as she continued. “That aside, the species is uniformly hermaphroditic. They fertilize their own eggs internally and then lay them inside of a host creature through any hole they can reach. Oh, and don’t mind their suckers. They smell by tasting and if one finds something it likes it-” The rat was cut off by a cacophony of high pitched buzzing and screeching as the skomori on Candy’s back alerted the rest of the oversized swarm. “...well, it does THAT. Looks like the show is about to start.” The rat began flicking on different cameras, recording the event as well as giving Candy a view of her impending rape via the screens on the control panel. The wretched buzzing insectoids began to surge towards the glass and, in turn, the skunk’s massive rear. Candy would let out a strained whine of pain, panting heavily as dozens of suckers were slavering over her. The hooked claws at the end of their legs scratched and tore at her backside as the insectoids scrambled over one another to get closer. She could feel their saliva beginning to coat her fur, slicking it down and making it difficult for the insectoids to get a grip on her in their rush to confirm what the other had signaled. The saliva that was now dripping off of her fur stank of rotting garbage and began to waft into her musk mask, choking her as each pleasured moan and gasp filled her lungs with the stench. She could feel them squirming all over her, their twitching probosci prodding at her overheated cunt, slobbering over her ass and sucking at her ponderous tits. One particularly large skomori roughly shouldered its way through the mass of skittering abominations, mounting the skunk and wrapping it’s long legs down her stomach and latching onto the restraining table. The hairs on its legs dug into her sides, barely bending under the pressure applied to them as the skomori clutched at her body. A long thick ovipositor would slip from the tail end of its abdomen, the fleshy tendril wriggling and writhing in the air for a moment before sliding the tip of it into the skunk’s ass. The skunk would let out a high pitched squeal as she felt it slither into her depths, her eyes going wide as it violently twisted and coiled inside of her. Its tip lashed at her insides like a whip as it pushed deep into her intestines, snaking through each curve in her digestive tract with ease until the ovipositor ran out of length. The skunk would barely have time to breathe in relief before the long strip of flesh began to writhe again as smaller tendrils began to emerge from tiny pores along its length, creating a fleshy bottlebrush inside of her. The bottlebrush ovipositor would begin to slither back and forth, thin tendrils being pushed in and out of her asshole as it stimulated itself. Every twist and writhe of the skomori’s fleshy bottlebrush would provoke a lusty moan from the skunk, her tongue hanging lazily from her mouth inside of the mask. The slimy sensation massaging at her asshole and the roiling mass of insectoids crawling over her wet flesh was making her knees quake in pleasure, every scratch and thrust amplified by the drugs pumping through her veins. Drool was beginning to pool in her mask as she stared up helplessly at the hermaphroditic rat before her. Her mind could only focus on the scent of her own arousal and the fleshy appendages that were currently battering her insides. “So far so good, I’d say. Mmph...gods, watching you getting railed like this is just...wow…” The bulge in Dr. Z.’s skirt was starting to grow, her monstrous dick lifting her skirt slightly and showing off that she had come to work commando style. A wet spot formed as on her skirt as pre-cum began dripping to the floor, slowly adding to the heady scent of sex, rot, and formic acid leaking from the mask. She found herself slipping a paw over her breasts, pulling at her own tit as another paw began to rub over the top of her shaft through her skirt. “I can see why Dr. Dragora was so incensed over being relegated to overseeing the project rather than being down here in research. This is amazing!” Suddenly catching herself, she’d clear her throat before grabbing her clipboard and scribbling down a few more notes. “Stay professional Z. You can stroke yourself off when the first few matings are over.” Despite her words, he cock was already pushing her skirt up around her hips, showing off her fat ass and allowing her half erect dick to hang in the open air. A squeal from Candy would bring the rat’s attention back to the insectoids. They had started to climb atop the first skomori and were hanging off the side of the skunk’s ample rear. They had begun shoving ovipositors in any hole they could reach, even pushing into already occupied holes and stretching the drugged skunk’s asshole and pussy far wider than they had been stretched before. At least twelve tendrils had pushed into her ass with seven pushing into her cunt, each one bottle brushing out and tangling with one another, creating a near solid writhing mass that pumped at the walls of her nethers in slimy bursts. The first and largest of the skomori let out a low droning buzz as it froze in place, its thrusts ceasing as it’s ovipositor began to develop small marble sized bulges that moved down the length of the tendril and into the skunk’s ass. Once inside of the squirming sex crazed skunk, the diminuitive eggs began to spill out of the smaller tentacles en masse within Candy’s intestines. Hundreds of pebble sized eggs began to push into her innards, every egg pushing another farther into her body before the other skomori began to join in with their own eggs. The skunk could feel her guts writhe with the tiny objects, the eggs shifting and rolling over each other in her stomach like a bag of marbles. Her stomach began to swell as more and more eggs spilled into her. Candy howled out in ecstasy as her insides stretched and expanded to hold all of the masses that filled her. Her pussy twitched and spasmed with orgasm, milking the ovipositors to take in more of their payload. A blast of cum would be drained from her hefty balls, splattering her thighs and coating a few curious skomori in her seed, her massive cock pulsing and spewing its contents all over the floor. It took only a few moments before the skomori had filled her gut and pussy with their spawn, the largest one giving one final shudder before falling off of Candy’s back. As the ovipositor was withdrawn, the tangled mess of tentacles was pulled free with it, sending several dozen eggs spilling to the floor as the skomori that were attached to it screeched in protest. “Fascinating...competitive orgies. They all deposit eggs in the same host but the first one inside is allowed to impregnate the host with the highest number of eggs before pulling the others out with it, increasing the chance for the strongest individual to pass on its legacy.” The scene was making the rat flush with arousal biting at her lower lip and heaving her hefty chest with each labored pant. Dr. Z. had stepped forward in her absent minded lust to get a better look into the test chamber, unknowingly smearing Candy’s cheek with her pre-cum as her now erect dick pressed against the skunk’s muzzle. “I wonder...we’ll have to keep an eye on the ones who’ve mated after this. That tangle doesn’t look like it’s coming undone anytime soon. Do they lose their ovipositors or is the tangle fatal? I don’t remember the file mentioning anything about death after mating but we can’t rule it out with insecTIODS!!!.” Suddenly the rat researcher would let out a surprised squeak as Candy’s tongue slipped out of her mask to run over the tip of the doctor’s cock, lapping up the rat’s pre-cum and breathing in its potent scent. “Ah, ah, ah...none of that! We’ll have plenty of time for that later. You still have a long day ahead of you.” The rat herm would step back, albeit a bit reluctantly, from Candy to better focus on her work. The skunk would not have time to whine in protest, letting out another cry of pleasure as she orgasmed again. The group of skomori fucking her dripping pussy had just pulled out as well, but already more were skittering up to have a go as well. Dozens filled her lewdly quivering holes at a time even as the rest crawled over one another impatiently to lay their own eggs. Each group only took a few minutes each, but the test chamber was massive and filled with hundreds more ready to ‘tag in’ at a moment's notice. Cumming again and again, soon Candy could only smell her own seed through the musk mask as her enormous balls ran empty, leaving each climax drier than the last but no less powerful. Hours would pass as almost five thousand of the hideous creatures took turns raping her ass and pussy, swelling her stomach to a ridiculous size as their slicked marble sized eggs began to overflow from her mouth into the musk mask. By the end of the test, the skomori were all stumbling about trying to untangle themselves with few successes. Bundles of used ovipositors littered the ground after being torn free from their owners by stronger skomori. Candy couldn’t feel anything below her waist from hours of constant sex and she could barely move with how many eggs had been deposited within her, the odd spasm occasionally ejecting a few dozen marbles out onto the cum soaked floor as her bloated body struggled to stay balanced atop her restraints. “Well, I’d say we’ve gotten plenty of sample data. I’ll have the interns hose you down and monitor you for the next few days.” Dr. Z. would giggle softly as she looked at the barely conscious skunk. “I think I’ll hold off on fucking your face tonight, though. I’m not sure I want to be cleaning crushed skomori eggs off my dick when I’m done. Maybe next time I can test your limits to ‘my’ satisfaction.” She’d let out a devilishly lusty trill at the thought of plowing the helpless skunk before clearing her throat and continuing. “The next group of test subjects are a little more...appetizing than the skomori. Honestly I’m a little jealous. Not enough to switch places mind you. Now get some rest...those eggs will be hatching in a few days if the math holds up, and you’ll be in for a hell of a night when that happens. That said, I’ll wish you a good night and I’ll see you in a week for your next appointment.” With a light chuckle the rat would wobble out of the room, her enormous bared ass jiggling behind her. Candy could only pant in exhaustion, the drug working its way slowly out of her system. Yet in her disheveled and bloated state, only one word played across her mind like a broken record. ‘More....’