Continuation form thisAfter pulling his small form from the spider web, you place him inside a small

Continuation form thisAfter pulling his small form from the spider web, you place him inside a small empty cage and leave him there. You can’t believe how lucky you are to find him just dangling from a web as you walk over to another cage, your back blocking his view of what it contained. He watches you with half-lidded eyes, body still limp and heavy from exhaustion, as you walk back towards him with something he can’t make out in your hands. You quickly release what you have clasped in your fingers into the cage with the boy and close the door, trapping him inside. He lays still with an arm resting on his puffy tummy for a moment. His groggy mind works slowly to try and make out what you just put in the cage with him, head lolling to the side to look at it. You see his eyes suddenly go wide with terror as his mind clicks. It’s a large blue dragonfly, with a long slender body and wide shimmering wings. As it creeps closer, wings buzzing, you watch your new plaything scramble back, dragging his body with his arms and pushing on the slippery floor with his legs. His back hits the bars of the cage and he cries out in fear as the dragonfly’s thin legs latch onto his, pulling him roughly towards it. He tries to cling onto the bars behind him, kicking and screaming as his body is dragged back towards the center of the cage. He begs you to help him, “Please, please!” he sobs, “D-don’t do this to me, I-I can’t do this again, please!” but his pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. His desperate attempts to escape the grasp of the huge insect proving to be futile as it positions his trembling body underneath its own, looming ominously above him. With one swift movement, it roughly flips him over, slamming him down hard on his belly, knocking the wind out of his lungs. As he stops his wriggling to gasp for breath, the bug takes the chance to align itself behind him, and without warning, it plunges itself deep within him. He lets out a scream of pain and surprise, stretching so far you’re surprised he didn’t tear. There’s already a bulge to his stomach, and you smile as you watch him pull and twist, trying to free himself from the dragonfly’s grip. His cries begin to pick up, becoming louder, and full of despair as he feels the fist egg begin to press inside him, pushing deeper and deeper, stretching his intestines horribly wide, until it settles heavily in his stomach. He whines, whimpers and writhes as egg after egg is pumped into his belly, eyes welling with tears while his midsection swells bigger and bigger. The skin of his belly begins to turn a pale shade of pink as it stains to contain the eggs and slime that’s being stuffed into him. Stretch marks form on the skin from the sudden growth, right beneath his belly button and along his sides like lightning bolts. Within minutes, his belly is so tightly packed that you see the dragonfly begin to struggle a bit shifting around behind the swollen boy as some of the eggs push themselves out from his body, the immense pressure of being so overfilled forcing them to slip out of his hole. The boy’s sobs quickly turn into screams as the dragonfly begins to thrust itself in painfully further, jerking forward. His bulging belly sways, rocking side to side, roughly jostling and shifting the contents of his stomach. Through his thin skin, you see the outlines of the eggs rolling through his guts, squishing against each other and pushing against his sensitive navel from underneath, making him gasp. One egg pushes particularly hard, and with a pop, he lets out a sharp cry as his belly button it forced out. Every thrust makes him throw his head back and scream, he begs for it to be over, for the pain to stop, but the insect continues to cram egg after egg into his tummy, skin creaking and groaning as it desperately attempts to hold him together. He cries for you to pull it out of him, begging to be saved, “It’s killing me!” he sobs, “My tummy, i-it-AH- I c-can’t, I-Im going to explode, it h-hurts, it HURTS!“ but you stay silent, grinning as he screams as loud as his tiny lungs would let him. After what felt like hours upon hours of a continuous flow of eggs, they slowly come to a stop, leaving the boy panting and exhausted. A tiny bit of relief shows on the boy’s face as he gasps for breath, thinking that it was over. His moment of rest is short lived,  as he feels the dragonfly shift again. Suddenly, his belly begins to rapidly swell rounder and rounder, a slimy green substance quickly filling in the pockets of air between each egg, gushing into his intestines, filling his stomach and spurting from his hole. his previously lumpy tummy is now nice and round, sloshing and gurgling. His belly is so large, you can’t believe he hasn’t burst yet. At last, the dragonfly, having decided it’s work was done, tore itself unceremoniously from his body with a gush of slime and a sickening pop. The poor boy let out one last strangled cry as he falls to his side, wrapping his now freed arms around to clutch at his tummy, not even reaching all the way around its thick girth. Desperately, he rubs hard at the overworked skin in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pain. From between his legs, a river of sticky slime begins to form a puddle beneath him, a couple eggs dislodging from his cramped bowls and shooting out of him, landing a few inches away. You gingerly scoop up his tiny limp body in your hands and pull him from the cage, deciding to put the dragonfly back in its own cage later. Grabbing some thread from your desk, you quickly hold his legs together as he moans in protest, and tie them tightly shut, stopping the flow of slime, and trapping the eggs within him. You smile down at his small form as he wriggles in your hands. His tiny arms are trying to reach down around his tummy, and you watch with glee as he tries and fails to untie the restraints that he juuuust can’t quite reach. Now, you think, its time to have some fun. Holding him in one hand, you take one of your fingers and rub his popped out belly button. He lets out a gasp, sharply inhaling as you give the little nub of flesh a soft flick with your finger. You grin as you watch his eyes momentarily roll back while you continue to play with his super sensitive navel. Poking and prodding his belly button is making him moan, while he clings onto your hands for support. Then, taking your thumbs, you press down on his tummy, gently at first, just enough to make him wriggle a bit under the weight. He whimpers and squirms, trying to get away from your teasing fingers. Slowly, you start to increase the pressure bit by bit, pressing down a little harder. His whimpers turn into whines, which turn into moans, and then cries. His weak arms try to pull or push your fingers away as you slowly crush the swell of his belly like a stress ball in your hands. Liquid starts to leak from between his legs onto your hands, while he begins to beg, “A-AHHH! AHH! S-STOP, STOP IT! LET ME GO, PLEASE” he screams, “NO, NO, M-MY TUMMY, PLEASE, I-IT HURTS, MY TUMMY!” Your smile grows wider as you drink in his cries of pain. Fresh tears run down his face as your fingers relentlessly dig deep into his flesh, his paper thin skin threatening to burst at any moment. Just when you think he’s going to pop, you release his belly, letting it bounce back into shape, and he yelps, belly wobbling above him. He’s panting harshly and gasping for air, chest heaving up and down with his head tipped back, resting against your hands. He’s so tired, his whole body aches, his tummy is throbbing in rhythm to his pulse and he wants nothing more than for this to be over. You watch his head roll to the side to rest on his shoulder as he closes his eyes.Unfortunately for him, your not quite done yet. You slowly position your two thumbs to either side of his bulging stomach, and then, with out warning, you squeeze it hard, squishing his tummy like a big red pimple. His eyes shoot open and his mouth opens wide like he’s about to scream in pain, but instead of hearing the ear piercing cry you were expecting, a strange wet gurgle comes out instead. From the look on his face, it seems both you and him were surprised when a gush of slime burst from his gaping jaw instead. His hands fly to his distorted belly, his body convulsing as liquid pours from both ends, panic filling his eyes as he starts to choke. You see a couple eggs plug up his throat, creating a bulge in his neck, his tiny fingers clawing desperately at the lumps, face turning pale as he fights to breathe. Frowning as you watch him suffocate, you decide to give him a hand by giving his belly an extra squeeze, and with that, the clump of eggs burst from his wide open mouth as you laugh, his screams sounding gargled and weak. At last you let him go, and he falls limp, collapsing against you, drained of all his strength. Slime dribbles down his chin, mixing in with the sloppy tears that fall from his dull, exhausted eyes. His body twitches, tiny hiccups occasionally jerking his small frame and making his tummy jiggle as he breathes shallowly. Gently, you carry him to an empty cage, untie his legs, and set him down on the cold metal surface. He watches you as you turn and walk away, leaving him immobilized by the weight of his huge belly alone. Thinking that you’re done with him, he lets his body relax as best as he can, letting out a soft moan and tenderly rubbing his swollen tummy. Not even a few seconds later, he hears your footsteps approaching, and his eyes turn in your direction. In your hands, is a huge, shiny black millipede, its hundreds of sharp little legs moving in waves. Fear makes his eyes grow wide again and he watches helplessly as it approaches his trembling form.  “N…no….” he cries, his voice just barely a whisper as its long sleek body wraps itself tightly around his body.For days on end, you would spend your time letting your insect collection fill his belly, never letting his tummy go flat again, stretching him bigger and bigger each time.((idk what it is, but something about pocket boy and bugs really brings out the writer in me. Also, here’s another version of the pic under the cut))This one’s got a lot of other stuff in the background that makes it look kinda messy so that’s why I’m putting it here instead -- source link

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