Bughorse Changes You

Pthah! Even if Queen Chrysalis grasped power over your body in the middle of the work day, making you a helpless puppet in front of all your friends?

What devious plots could Chrysalis come up with with her little slave stuck in public? Oh, but she can't ruin you. No no. She'd put up that token effort to hide both your pervertions. Maybe a little change? Stiff chiten spreading across your torso, hardening and restricting your motion while sending alien sensations across your body?

 

Are you still on break? I thought you'd be a good little drone and work to spread the Queen's love. Maybe those clacking plates would give you away, but what would really get to you would be the slow swelling of your member, tenting your jeans ever more as your walk, and then limp, through your duties...

And remember: you have to please her at the end of the day. Don't spill a single drop more... or you might find yourself under STIFF punishment. *paddle crack* "Mmwahahahahahahaaaaa~!"

 

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"So... your Queen assumes you're alone. If you're not, well, that isn't the issue. You're much too weak and soft for me to enjoy. Even with your paltry enhancements, you can't expect me to me satisfied with JUST that. Maybe a collar of glittering chiten, hard as steel and flexable as your own neck? It would be a mark of your servitude and loyalty. Yes, that sounds quite nice. Another addition to my hive, stronger than ever yet only a foal before my magnificence and power. You're to become MINE. Are you ready for the changes, little human?"

 

D...Does it matter if I'm ready?

 

Your answer come in the form of a sharp sting in your spine, that feeling of a spreading transformation covering it in shards of dull obsidian. It's strength seeps into you, muscles becoming lean and large. As it climbs, it reaches up to your throat, encircling it with it's hot magic and sealing itself onto your skin. Your gasps rasp out through a new throat, more feral and hissing, but still distinctly like your old voice. A thought worms its way into your brain. This isn't your voice. It's your Queen's.

 

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So how was work? Any... complications with your new attributes?

 

Itchy...

 

Oh, that's just the chitin melding with the rest of your body. It should pass and leave you with the most divine feeling... And if you turn out particularly endowed, perhaps your Queen would deign to give you a position in her chambers. Her bed perhaps?

 

I would...like that...

 

Even if she were to force you down and take the body she's given you through her superior strength? Shoving your head into the silk sheets and violently massaging the strange member and heavy balls that have been molded into the ideal of Changling virility?

What if her scent were to suffuse the air, making every breath both pleasurable and difficult, bringing your arousal to greater heights? Goading you to thrust into her fanged mouth and spurt heavy streams of pearly pre?

 

I might lose myself...

Who I am...or who I was.

 

She couldn't do too much while you were at work, but now you're in the heart of her command, each word pounding into you and tearing down your inhibitions. Her low hum of approval is even more tempting, sending tingles through your body and making every muscle clench in weakening waves. The sharp bite of a fang into your thigh would bring you back to reality and away from sweet release.

Each thought is closer to her own, your instinctive struggles to remain you are abandoned, and a pressure lifts from your mind that you didn't even know was there. Why fight what's only natural? If Chrysalis, your only mistress, approves, what else is needed? The sensations that run through you as you let go of everything is nothing compared to the bliss that deep, buzzing giggle gives you as a gush of hot pre splatters in her mouth.

 

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I step into those strange chambers- now so unlike my bedroom as I remember it. Scratching that strange chitin, that itch pleasurable and execrable at the same time...

 

Your room is oddly silent, none of those sounds that would have filtered in from outside. The silence is almost oppressive in its totality, only the swish of fabric on fabric and the surprisingly soft clink of your new plates. They've been aching for a touch. Gentle and kind, rough and painful, it doesn't matter. Every fey fiber and insectoid inch is tight with a tension that you can't quite place.

From the thick air, there comes a voice. It's tone and words are controlled with an ultimate exaction, reverberating with arrogance and influence. "Hello, drone. It's time to introduce you to your new life. HehehahahahaHAHAHA!"

 

I remove my shirt and toss it aside, sighing as the cool air touches my strange plates. Again I'm at them, scratching, trying my damndest to slake that strange thirst. But my own hands cannot seem to do the trick- it is only that voice, malevolent and yet blissfully welcome, that soothes me, but only temporarily. I lean against her bed...my bed? Her bed. Yes. Her bed. I lean against it and try to collect my thoughts, for some kind of refusal, some kind of resistance. But my thoughts refuse to coalesce, the tiredness of the day and her strange aura working against any rebellion I could muster.

 

The words of your Queen signal a rush of relief and relaxation. A balm against the stress that even now courses back through your muscles. A shuddering breath slips out of your lungs as that eldritch magic of the Queen's washes over your spiderwebbed hybrid of skin and shell. Each pulse comes with a shock, letting the exoskeleton flow over your old flesh and modify it to her whims. Inwards too does it spread, systems transforming into strange hybrids intent on ascending you beyond what you were once humanly capable of. A strange mixture of strength and helplessness engulfs your senses.

And as it encapulates your groin, your member surges forward. Its nerves fire incessantly, clouding your mind with pleasures as it grows heavy and sensitive from the corrupted blood filling it. Thicker and longer than it had ever been, your hands twitch in that familar reflex. Arousal surges up your spine with each subtle shift in the cool air. With your weak tugging, however, you can feel her control over your body grow total as her seed sweeps through each bizarre segment of your body.

 

My body twitches and jerks spasmadically with every new change wrought over it. I am on my knees now, my voice buzzing and moaning at the same time, clawed fingers gripping and ungripping in time with each slow wave of pleasure. "Q...Queen Chrysalis...too much...please...I beg you...it's too much..." My voice a bare, buzzing whisper. My fear rises to the fore, clouding my pleasure of the moment. How can I show myself anymore? I would cause a panic...

 

Your heart surges with pangs of panic, accelerating the changes to your limbs. Even your face, twisted with a range of violent emotion, darkens and hardens into a semi-flexible mask of it's former features. Your vision sharpens to a painful clarity as your eyes cloud into a featureless grey. Gravity still holds sway, and she moves just enough to let your body collapse right onto a cushion, its satiny comfort soaked in a slick muck that covers what's left of your humanity. A grip on your thoughts asserts itself, feeling around in your mind and memories.

"Ahhhh..." Endorphins and adrenaline flood into you as her voice acts its hypnotic spell over you. "Too much? You are afraid? Do not worry yourself, drone. My hive accepts and protects, no matter what form you may choose to take after this." A mesmerizing chuckle echoes soundlessly in the air. "And if isolation is what you fear, then perhaps you may wish to help your Queen with just that matter after she's done here? So many promising individuals who would just DIE for a chance to be where you are... But for now, I'm going to have FUN." A rippling squeeze along your package punctuates her demands, and you thrust pleadingly into nothing.

 

That resting spot envelops me like a warm womb, its slick mucus-membrane making my new exoskeleton come alive with warmth. Instantly I relax against it, my re-molded mind responding to the pheromones being emitted by the soft padding underneath me. It's only when she begins to toy with me that I tense up. It's all happening so fast, so deliciously fast, that the small part of me that's still human begins to panic. Despite that wonderful pheromone, her glorious voice, and that soothing touch, I begin to try to rise, babbling to myself. "N-No... w-wrong... I-I'm human... n-not this... not this..."

 

A sense of profound disappointment seizes in your thoughts. "You gave yourself up the very moment you let yourself be tempted. And how could you not be? None but the most vile of men would deny a Queen her wishes." A vein of chiten contracts, binding your arms to your sides and wrestling you to the ground. Your cock, with its layered shell of incredibly sensitive chitin, jerks upwards. A sheen of glistening pre streams down it's length, dripping down to your pulsing charcoal-colored nuts.

With a quiet click, another cord tightens, this one across your back. Its speed snaps across it as a bolt of searing pain. Your hips buck with a deep and fierce power, spearing nothing but the humid atmosphere of her new den. "Only one lash for now. A subject must learn its place in the presence of their ruler." The burning aftershock of her discipline mingle with the reassuring superiority dripping from her every word. You can feel your frantic heartbeat thud noisily in your ears and through the stinging bruise, the pain itself slowly becoming pleasure. You wish so much to give in and let her have your body, mind, and soul... but who are you?

 

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Didn't get much sleep last night.

 

Then sleep. Good little hive guards must have their wits about them.

 

Especially if the clouds of heady musk wrench your attention away from your duties and send your enhanced production into overdrive. Blue balls an hour into a patrol can be hell.

 

Would not my fellow drones be able to help me with that? We are technically multisexual, after all.

 

Perhaps. If you were desperate enough and given the gift by your Queen, your own pheromones would overwhelm your squad mates. Their pitiable cries of lust would drive you to orgasm alone if only Chrysalis would allow you to spill your backup of boiling cum into other Changlings.

 

So enjoy squirming with a rod harder than steel and testes filled with more cum with every denied orgasm. If you beg, Queen Chrysalis might bestow mercy upon you. After reprimanding you for your loss of control.

 

No... no begging. Not yet. I'm a guard. I'm strong. She gave me that strength...

 

Then it will be days before release. How much cum would be sitting in that bloated sack by the time she'd find your squirming more sad than amusing? Maybe she would play with you, batting around your erection and letting it swing to and fro, a pendulum of pleasure pounding away at your "iron will".

 

By that time, I'd be beyond words. But my eyes. My strangely still-human-esque eyes would tell the tale. I'd be begging without words, my entire body putting out pheromones of need and love and lust...

 

Nothing but yourself and an explicit acknowledgement of your failure before your Queen will convince her to unlock your body and let that piping hot semen gush from your week of denial and building need. If you needed a little jolt to wake up the words that you must say.

"So strange for one to hold out like this. Hmhmhmhmhmmmmm... What would make one so hate their loving ruler so that they must deny her the use of their body? Even a hatchling would know better than to spite a Queen so!" With a dramatic flair, a gush of pheromones would flood the room, relaxing muscles that had been tensed for entirely too long. Her whisper drifts on the wind only as far as your ears. Even so, it's filled with command. "I do not wish to break you a second time. Tell me what I wish to hear, guard."