Drider Office Invasion

Tags: #cw:noncon #other/f #dom:other #sub:f #oviposition #drider #brain_drain #spiderweb #venom #urban_fantasy #growth #monster_fucking

Summary:

Stretched spiderwebs, suspended cocoons. The office this morning wasn't at all like I expected. But how could I ever free everyone without ending up as prey?

Additional Content Warnings:

This story features driders (centaur-like half-woman half-spider fantasy creatures), spiderwebs, people stuck into cocoons, and oviposition (eggs being put into people). It's all very "soft", there's no death or gruesome stuff or anything like that, but if it still feels squick-y to you, you might not enjoy it very much !

Disclaimers:

All the people involved in this story are explicitly adults - the main character is 22 years old, her boss is 33, and the other characters are way older by an undefined amount. Technically, the baby spiders are like negative minutes old while still in their eggs, but I don't think they really count here.

I rushed through the rotating doors, and absentmindedly waved towards the desk. I was already late enough, and didn't really have time to stay and chat with the receptionist as...

Anne wasn't actually there. Weird. Maybe she had stepped out?

Well, it didn't matter too much with how late I was. I called the elevator, and waited nervously as the doors opened.

Pressing the 3 button, I took advantage of the elevator's slowness to quickly check myself in the mirror. I didn't put my make-up on properly, but it wasn't too horrible and it would do at a glance. My hair was a bit messy, but that wasn't too obvious. My button-up shirt wasn't too crumpled, my pencil skirt looked clean, and there were no obvious tears on my tights. Not that I had expected them to have any, but I didn't really take time to check that this morning.

Okay. I might be a bit late today, but I didn't mess up completely either. It would work out.

Soon, the elevator doors opened, and the corridor spread out in front of me, filled with the always-on artificial lights. The office I worked in was open-plan, and I just had to turn right to get to my...

Was that cobweb in the corner? Eww. There was so much of it. It looked like a spider had worked on this for months. Either that, or the spider who made it worked fast.

Anyways, I pushed the sight out of my mind - it would be cleaned soon enough - instead simply turning towards the open floor and walking in. I'd need to thoroughly apologize to my boss before worrying about cleanliness.

"Hey Jane," I threw in as I entered, "Sorry for... being..."

Something wasn't right.

The light was low, and it was quiet. The blinds were down, and every barely-visible item in the room was perfectly still, the shadowy shapes feeling more frightening than reassuring.

Was the office closed or something?

Wait. I looked more closely through the darkness, my eyes adapting themselves to the dimmed light.

The things blocking the sun weren't blinds.

Instead, most of the windows were covered with thick layers of cobweb. Patches of white wisps were covering chunks of the floor, the walls, and there were a lot of strands hanging from the ceiling.

Huge spiderwebs were stretched through the room, their spiral patterns covering entire corners of it. They seemed to be made from thick, sturdy strands, though I wasn't close enough to make sure of it.

And, in several places, big blobs of sticky white material were gathered. They weren't round, but more... Elongated. Almost... Human-shaped.

I looked at the scene in unmasked horror, frozen in place.

What should I do? Should I just... Walk out? Running away screaming seemed like a very appealing option.

But...

My coworkers. They were friends. They must be the people trapped in the cocoons I could see. I couldn't just... Leave them here, no matter how scary it all was.

Hesitantly, I walked towards the closest cocoon, careful not to step in any of the cobweb patches on the floor.

The cocoon was right in front of Jane's desk.

It was a blob of sticky spider goo, suspended from the ceiling like a chrysalid, and simply hanging there, completely still. But the shape of it - stretched out, with a small bulge at the top and a bigger one in the middle - was shaped way too much like a human body to be a coincidence.

Despite the layers looking thick, they were far from being evenly distributed. I could even see a piece of flesh, a naked shoulder, partially exposed towards the top. Or the side of a calf, towards the bottom. A hand to the side, with a few fingers not completely covered by the webbing. Yes, there definitely was somebody inside.

Apprehensively, I brought a finger up, and pressed it against the bundle.

The web's feeling was... Weird. It was a bit sticky, but not too much, like the web had had some time to harden. It was also cushy, yielding to the pressure without difficulty. And, finally, it felt sturdy despite being silky smooth.

Me pressing on the cocoon caused it to sway a bit, suspended like it was. I watched it go back and forth...

The cocoon squirmed, a small bending motion running through its length.

I stepped back in panic, repressing a yelp. It was definitely squirming a bit, and the fingers on the exposed hand were curling.

Whoever was inside must have felt me rocking their cocoon, and must be struggling to get out.

I had to help them.

"H... Hold on." I whispered, hopefully loud enough for them to hear. "I'll get you out of here."

My voice broke the silence, but instead of resonating through the empty space like I would have expected it to, it was muffled by the webs all over.

Everything just felt so suffocating...

I had to move quickly. If I wanted to cut the cocoon open, I'd need to find something sharp. I looked around, trying to find something... Ah ! Here, a pair of scissors, right on a nearby desk.

I grabbed it, and walked back towards the cocoon, hesitating on how to proceed.

"I'll... I'll bring you down, and then I'll free you. Okay?"

This was the easiest way to start. Just, lay the bundled person on the ground first, then find out where to safely cut the wraps open. I held onto the cocoon as best as I could despite its squirming, pressing it firmly against my shoulder, and brought the scissors above my head, trying to see where to best cut the strands that connected it to the ceiling.

With the cocoon next to my ear, I could hear the muffled sounds of whoever was inside. It sounded high, kind of feminine, and it sounded like her mouth was not just covered, but filled up with something.

I couldn't be sure of who it was, but the sound of the voice kind of reminded me of Jane.

But, while she clearly struggled, it sounded like her voice was made more of moans of arousal than grunts of struggle or fear.

Umm. I pushed that thought out of my mind, instead focusing myself on my current task, and fumbled around with my stretched hand that carried the scissors. Yes, cutting here seemed good enough, there were only a few thick strands holding everything together. I slipped the bundle between the scissors, and pressed down on the handles to start sawing through them.

As soon as the scissors' steel blades cut through the first strand, the others started to unravel. I could barely hold the rapidly increasing weight as they all started to snap, detaching the cocoon without any difficulty. Without giving me enough time to prepare for it.

The web-covered woman dropped, and I dropped with her. I let out a loud yelp.

It took me a few moments for me to understand what happened. But then, the wriggling mass on top of me quickly brought me back to my senses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to drop you !" I carefully slithered away from below the bundle, happy that the webs weren't nearly wet enough to really stick to me. "Just a second, let me help you get..."

I heard a faint series of clicks coming from somewhere behind me. The corridor?

The clicks sounded regular, like a myriad of legs tapping against the floor. But what kind of legs could possibly sound like...

Spiderwebs. Oh.

"Fuck." I whispered under my breath.

I looked around in a panic, scrambling to find a way to escape what had to be giant spiders. Where could I hide? The closest option seemed to be under Jane's desk, but that wouldn't give me nearly enough cover to...

Come on. No time to think, just move.

I threw myself under the desk, and curled into a ball while looking towards the corridor. Just in time too, as I could see eight black, pointy legs appearing through the floor's entrance.

A second series of legs followed them, and they all seemed to stop - maybe to take a look around? How did spiders see, already? Could they see me if I didn't move?

I could imagine their eight black, bulbous eyes scanning...

"Nobody's here? Weird. I'm sure I heard somebody scream."

A feminine voice, not at all what I expected, broke through the silence of the room. The tone of the voice was sensual, like the woman was observing something that piqued her interest. Like she was expecting some action. Like she was hoping for something to find and hunt down.

I wouldn't have expected a simple voice to be so expressive.

"Oh. Over here."

The clicking legs moved, advancing towards my position, tapping against the floor.

I clamped down on my panic, and had to force myself to stay still and hold my breath as I saw them coming closer.

But, thankfully, the legs stopped while still a few paces away from me. They were right in front of Jane, or rather her cocoon. The one I left on the floor behind me.

Jane seemed to be weakly struggling, judging by how the cocoon wriggled.

"Hmm. You don't suppose this one fell down on its own, do you?"

The other legs joined the first group, standing between me and the cocoon. They bent down, revealing a shiny black spherical body, but also long white hair and grey skin on top of it.

I saw a human-looking head, and tried to stay even more still than before.

Thankfully, whatever it - she? - was, she was turning her back to me, and didn't look right at my hiding spot. Instead, she seemed focused on my cocooned-up coworker.

I let out a very, very quiet breath.

I could see some details, like the hint of a shoulder behind the long hair, the arm ending with shapely fingers, and the long exposed back and spine. She definitely looked like a human woman, an extremely pretty woman but human nonetheless. Or, well, at least the top of her did seem completely human. It just suddenly ended, much like a centaur, except what was below was less equine and more... Spidery.

She touched the part of the cocoon where I cut it off the ceiling, and picked up the scissors beside it. Shit. I must have let go of them when we fell.

"No, it definitely didn't fall on its own, and it definitely wasn't the source of the talking from earlier. Somebody else cut it down." Her voice was slightly lower, but held the same tinge of sultriness as her friend's.

"Somebody? Hmm. Maybe one of the humans managed to hide when we secured this floor?"

The woman... spider... hybrid? straightened up, probably to take another look around. And, again, I was reduced to seeing her spidery, pointy legs instead of the top of her body. It was harder than I wish it was to not lean forward to see her again, but even with how attractive she looked I was way too terrified to think that would be a good idea.

Then, after a moment, both of them started moving around, leaving in different directions.

As one of the sets of black legs came closer to me, I covered my mouth and held my breath, doing my best to not make a single noise. Thankfully, this seemed like it was enough, and the click of legs got further away without even a pause.

The clicking went on for a few stressful minutes, with me trying to breathe as quietly and as scarcely as possible. It seemed like the spider-women were checking the room, probably searching for any free human like myself - or maybe just checking if there were other entrances or exits to the floor.

After an extremely long and stressful while, the spider legs all came back into my field of view. They both stopped moving next to the cocoon. Both spider-girls seemed to be back.

"Well, everything seems to be in order after all."

"It does. Maybe whoever cut this one down simply left before we arrived. Let's just fix it up and continue with the other floors."

Four grey-skinned arms picked up the cocoon, and lifted it up above my limited field of view. Both spider-women seemed to stay there for a bit longer, surely fiddling with the cocoon as they somehow re-attached it to the ceiling.

Then, finally, they moved.

The pointy black legs turned around and walked towards the corridor. Soon, they reached the entrance.

The first one passed it, disappearing to the side. The second one stayed a bit longer, turning in place as if taking one last look around, then left as well.

The sounds of clicking started to fade in the distance.

I still didn't move, trying my best not to let out a sound from under my desk. I didn't know whether it would be a whimper of fear or a cry of relief, but it was definitely not yet the time.

The silence didn't feel reassuring at all. Everything felt terrifying, I kept imagining that I heard them coming back. I kept peeking out, trying to see if one of them was waiting in ambush.

I couldn't get caught. I didn't want to know what they would do to me.

They'd probably put me in a cocoon, suspend me from the ceiling, and then... What? What happened inside these cocoons? I heard Jane's moans earlier, but what could that mean?

I didn't know, and I wasn't eager to find out.

It took me a couple more minutes before I found the courage to crawl out of my hiding spot. By then, the sound of the last clicking leg had long faded.

And when I finally emerged, I proceeded cautiously, in slow and silent movements.

The room was just like it had been before, dark and silent. The cocoon was back to being suspended - by two strands this time, one at the top and one at the bottom, holding it - her - horizontally instead of vertically.

Other, wetter-looking strands of webbing stretched between the cocoon and the ceiling, looking a bit like fly traps. These must have been added by the spider-women earlier too.

I approached the cocoon, which was still twitching slightly, and tentatively approached my hand from the new strands.

I stopped, and immediately changed my mind. These seemed way stickier than the cocoon. I couldn't risk my hand getting stuck, that would spell doom.

That might have been their plan. Add some sticky webbing, wait until a human touched it, and come back later to catch their prey.

What could I do?

I looked around, but of course, the scissors were gone. One of the spider-women must have taken them away.

I could try poking the new strands with a pen for now? That would at least help confirm if my fears were founded. I quickly stepped to the side, picking one up from Jane's desk.

Bringing the pen close to the strands of web, I pressed it on some of the wetter-looking ones.

As expected, the gooey material stuck to it. I tugged sharply, trying to pull it off, but it stayed firmly in place. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't manage to detach the pen.

I tugged once more and the slightly elastic web tugged back, moving my hand dangerously close to the...

I dropped everything, yanking my hand away. The pen bounced around in its web, turning around and wrapping itself up more and more. Like a small, trapped fly.

Or like I could have ended up if I just held on a few more moments.

"Fuck." I let out from under my breath.

I was right to be worried.

And that was a stupid thing to try. Well. I didn't get caught, so I should stop worrying about that. But I didn't learn anything I didn't know. I still had to find a solution.

"I'm here." I whispered to the cocoon, and it started squirming again. "The spiders did... They're gone, but they pulled you back up. I'll find a way to get you out of here. Give me just a moment."

I looked, but of course, Jane's desk wouldn't have any other pair of scissors on it.

My gaze shifted towards the entrance, staring at it while mulling over my options. I could check another part of the building, or a meeting room. Or a maintenance closet to see if there was...

There were spiderwebs covering the entrance.

I just noticed it. I didn't see them before - it wasn't really anything thick, just some strands with ample space in-between them to let the corridor's artificial light through. But I had absolutely no doubt that they would stop me.

The spider women had trapped me inside the office floor. I couldn't escape.

I breathed in, then out. I did my best to refocus.

This wasn't the end. I knew how to solve problems. I was good at it, hell, that was how I got hired here in the first place.

I was going to get out. I knew how to do that - just get something sharp and cut the web. Basically the same issue I had before, just for another reason.

Really, there was nothing more for me to worry about.

I ensured that my breathing had properly slowed, and checked around me once again.

There had to be other sharp objects around here. Sure, in theory, we shouldn't have any. The fact that Jane had even a pair of scissors was technically against the office's safety rules. But that's the kind of rules that weren't followed in practice.

I carefully walked further inside the open-plan, scanning each of the desks for anything that I could use.

Aha ! To my left, another pair of scissors were placed in the middle of Andre's desk. They were identical to the ones I had found before, probably borrowed from the same place, but that only meant I knew they'd work.

I moved towards the desk and...

"Fuck !"

My left leg got caught in some strand of web floating close to the floor. I stumbled forward as my other leg got caught as well, tumbling to the side, falling face-first on the fl...

Falling face-first onto a huge web, stretched between the two nearby desks, so close to the floor that I couldn't see it before. I felt my skin and clothes getting stuck, irremediably fused with the huge construct.

"No !" I immediately struggled to push myself up and out of the web, but it didn't help. "Fuck !"

I grunted, putting as much force as possible into my arm to try snapping the web.

It didn't help either.

All I had managed was to roll myself deeper into the web, to get even more of it sticking to me, and to wrap me into the start of an airy but very sturdy layer.

Maybe I could... I tried to remove part of my clothes, maybe my shirt, but my limbs were far too stuck to allow that. If I could just free up one of my arms and lean forward, the scissors were so close...

Fuck. That must have been the trap. Some shiny bait, and a huge web to catch whoever fell for it. The spider-women must have planned it earlier.

They would be coming back, and soon. I needed to get myself out and away from here before...

I tried again to free myself from the web, pushing and pulling in different ways to find a weakness - any weakness - in its design.

None of my struggles helped with anything. It had only managed to get myself even more stuck in the web, twisting more strands around my arms and legs, and even sticking them in my hair and over my face. My movements had just gotten way, way more limited than when I started.

Something was clicking, a faraway sound that I could barely hear. Pointy legs on the floor. Probably coming from the corridor, like before, and progressively becoming louder.

My whole body wanted to panic and struggle even more. I knew that it was hopeless, but I couldn't just let it happen...

I racked my brain to come up with options. Struggling didn't seem to work, and certainly wouldn't help with how little time I had left.

Maybe, if I stopped and stilled myself perfectly, they wouldn't notice me? It was such a slim chance... But I hadn't touched the cocoon, and I was somewhat hidden between two desks, so they couldn't see me from the door. If they just took a peek inside without...

I forced myself to stay completely still. The sway of my previous struggling kept me bouncing for a few seconds, but it quickly dampened to nearly nothing.

Meanwhile, the clicks of the legs had entered the room, and were walking around the floor. I could hear them get closer and closer to me, until...

"Well. Looks like a little fly got caught in my web."

The sultry voice from earlier was right behind me. Despite how hot it sounded, the terror of the situation got to me.

"N-No..." I let out a hiccup that was more of a sob. I tried again to struggle out of the web, only managing to entangle myself even more.

"Please..."

"Aww. Don't be afraid, little fly. I'm here now." Hands, soft and warm, stroked my neck. I shivered, and struggled even harder.

"Please." I was half-crying already, my struggles too weak to really help. "Please, don't eat me."

There was a soft, melodious laugh behind me. "I'm not going to eat you, little fly." she said in a maternal, reassuring tone that did little to soothe me. "You're way too precious for that. I just want to make you feel better."

She was struggling with something below my neck, seemingly trying to push my top away. Seeing that it was stuck, just like I found out before, the spider-woman paused, and I felt her weight against my back.

"What are you... Please..."

"Shhh... I'm here." Her voice was even more soothing as she stroked my neck. "Very soon, you'll start feeling so good."

Her weight left me again. She probably had straightened herself. Then, I felt the coolness of metal near my neck, against my skin.

I froze.

The sound of tissue being cut away broke through, and the cool air of the office touched my shoulder.

"Your skin is very pretty, little fly."

Her hot breath pushed the cool away, and I felt the twin pricks of fangs as she...

Oh. The small points of pain faded immediately, and raw feelings radiated from my shoulder.

It felt like I was splashed with a liquid. One that slowly spread over me, like a shiver that slowly expanded. Everywhere it spread to, my body felt hot, so hot, but also so good. My nipples hardened, my pussy slickened. My thighs tried to press together, even stuck in the web like they were, as the venom coursed through my veins.

I let out a moan, a long, throaty moan.

I struggled to free my hands, eager to touch myself. My entire body felt so hot, so needy. The feelings were so overwhelming, I couldn't control myself anymore. I just had to rub, to try, to do something to myself.

I could barely think through the haze of it all.

"Here. Don't you feel much better now, little fly?"

"Hhh... Ppp..." My mouth didn't work, not that I could think enough to control it properly. I just continued to struggle, the web sticking to me once again, but it did not matter to me at all except in all the ways it stopped my hands from moving, frustratingly keeping me from rubbing and pinching and...

A wave of... Heaviness started to follow through. A moment before, I was so excited, struggling to move and rub. Now, I felt like I couldn't move as much as I would have wanted to. Like expending enough energy to keep struggling was becoming harder, more tiring, nearly too hard to even try. Not numbing at all, not doing anything to stop the hotness assaulting my nerves, but making my muscles so slow and lethargic.

I couldn't really do anything but feel my struggles weaken more and more as I kept moaning uncontrollably.

I felt something tug on my shirt, the shifting fabric rubbing against my skin in the most pleasing way. It was still buttoned up, though, and my body wouldn't let it just be pulled up and over.

I heard a small, sultry "hmm" behind me.

Two other ripping sounds made short work of what remained of it, and I felt my shirt slide off my body and fall to the floor. I was left only covered by my bra.

My arms and my upper body were freed up, somehow. I felt my hands move, rushing as fast as they could towards the front of my body, ready to touch and rub as soon as they managed to slip under...

The spider-woman grabbed my wrists, effortlessly pulling them back and away from my pussy.

I moaned in frustration, way too weak to resist her hold.

She held them tightly in the small of my back. With my head and lower body still stuck, with my muscles feeling so weak and tired, I hadn't regained any of my movements.

My struggles were just as ineffective as before. My hands were held by a powerful grip, my lower body was stuck. My head was partly tangled in the web, and I was already barely able to move it.

Then, my wrists, firmly held by the two shapely hands, were forced above my head. No matter how much I tried again to resist the pull and bring them lower, my weakness didn't match up to her strength.

The wet feeling of the spiderweb was soon below my forearms, and they got stuck all over again. The spider-woman rolled them up slightly around the web for good measure.

She took a moment to make sure I was secured.

Then, she ran her hands on my body, gliding over my back and side.

I gasped and moaned as her fingers teasingly flowed on my skin.

She spent some time exploring my breasts, still encased in my bra. Then, she got tired of the fabric and unhooked it.

My bra dropped, fluttering down to the floor in the corner of my unfocused vision.

Breasts exposed, pointing towards the floor, the coolness of the air on my hardened nipples felt so much harder to stand. A flick of her fingers made me jerk and twist and mewl.

I tried to beg, without knowing for what. To no avail. My mouth still refused to work, the sputtering and moaning too incomprehensible even for me.

The spider-woman started humming softly as she continued her work, trying to find how to quickly free me from the rest of my clothes.

She cut my skirt away, the sound of split tissue clearly recognizable. The spider-woman slid her hand on my waist, untangling the remains of my skirt from the web and away from me.

She slid a finger against my crotch, teasing my pussy through my tights and panties. I pushed myself as far as I could into her hand, and let out a long moan.

"You're a needy little thing, aren't you?" she said teasingly into my ear, pressing herself against my back.

The shape of her own breasts dug into me as she started nibbling my ear.

Her hand moved away, and with a last kiss, she disengaged.

"Please..." I begged, finally able to move my lips in the right way. I didn't even know what I was saying... "More..."

"Soon, little fly. Very soon." She sounded just as excited as me at the prospect, her voice incredibly tempting. "You still have some clothes I want to remove first."

My tights were next, quickly torn apart by the scissors. She made short work of prying it off, letting its shredded remains fall away from my body.

Two quick snips on my hips, and my panties joined them. The wetness between my legs felt colder now, the feeling adding even more to my arousal. It would have made me moan if I had stopped. Instead, it made my moans even more needy.

I was now completely naked, completely exposed, save from my shoes. Between my hands and feet still firmly stuck and the hot, slick feeling coursing through my veins, I was getting unbearably overwhelmed by the situation. I had lost control over everything. My voice couldn't seem to decide whether to moan or beg, settling for an unintelligible mix of both once again.

The spider-woman removed my shoes, letting my feets dangle free. I felt the coolness and stickiness below them as I sunk them back into the web almost automatically.

I heard her hum in satisfaction.

She grabbed my body, rolling me to the side, ripping part of the webbing in the process.

She tangled me even more. I couldn't move. The thin strands were covering me everywhere, running alongside my legs, keeping my head firmly in place, helping my arms stick together.

But for the first time, I was able to see her directly. Even through my sex-addled brain, even through my hazy, unfocused vision, my breath caught.

She was something out of a dream. Her piercing red eyes perfectly complimented her face, drilling right into my own. Her perfect jawline revealed full red lips, which themselves barely hid the twin fangs inside. Below, two huge, shapely breasts ornamented her lithe frame. Her toned arms looked so powerful.

Ignoring my weak struggles that were more about being closer to her than about getting away, she rolled up my slightly wrapped body again, wrapping me even deeper into the web.

Through the thick fog in my head, I couldn't think about anything. I just wished she would play with me, fill me up, give me orgasms and relief, and...

"You're very pretty, little fly. So healthy, so... Shapely. So much flesh in all the right places."

She kissed my head through the webbing, getting her mouth close to my ear. She whispered.

"I'm sure you'll be a perfect place to lay my eggs in."

I moaned, imagining how good her eggs would feel inside of me. Yessss... That's what I needed.

"But of course, we have to keep you warm and protected while you're carrying them, don't we?"

Her hands came back up, wrapping even more web over my own, covering the already debilitating strands even more. and I squirmed in a mix of pleasure and anticipation. I could feel the slight coolness of the strands of spiderweb as she covered my hands completely in thick layers.

She wasn't leaving any part of me uncovered. I felt my hands warm up as the outside air was cut off from them and my own elevated body heat was confined around them. It wasn't doing anything to help with my arousal.

She let her fingers move lower, and I could feel my forearms, then my arms, progressively get stickier and lose what little movements they had left as she covered me in more and more white goo.

The hands of the spider-woman reached my head, and started to cover it as well. I felt the stickiness in my hair, but couldn't even start to worry about it. I was too busy feeling hot and good and overwhelmed to worry about anything like shampoo.

She reached over my eyes, and looked longingly into them one last time. I tried to look back, but it was so hard to keep them focused.

The layers and layers of web progressively cut off my vision. The light faded, more and more of the outside world hidden from me, until it left me in complete darkness.

With my sight now gone, everything happening to my body, the arousal and hotness and tightness, felt so much more intense. I whimpered.

She still seemed to ignore my moans, and kept wrapping my head and upper arms together, down and down over my nose.

Right before starting to cover my mouth, she stopped.

I felt her breath in front of my lips, hot and inviting.

I pursed my lips, and she kissed me. Aggressively, possessively, roughly forcing her tongue inside my own mouth. I scrambled to part my jaw and let her in.

Some sticky stuff slid in my mouth, hot and slightly liquid. It didn't flow down, but it filled my mouth, leaving it numbed and filled. The feelings inside me, of burning and arousal and haziness, were brought to even higher levels as the coating got thicker.

I moaned as hard as I could inside her own mouth, thrusting my head forward with what little movement I had. Losing myself in the feeling.

But she pulled away.

Her lips left mine, leaving my mouth filled with the sticky feeling. I kept moaning softly, the sound feeling like it was forced out of my throat, but even that felt even more muffled than when her tongue was there.

Then, her hands started to wrap me up again, sealing my lips and ensuring my mouth would stay stuffed. My whimpers were getting quieter, barely audible even to my own ears.

Her arms didn't stop, and she kept wrapping me further and further down, reaching my upper body.

I felt some strands tighten over my breasts, teasing my nipples as she covered them with webs. The soft coolness of the outside air caressed some of my uncovered skin, contrasting with the warmth of the cocoon in a delicious juxtaposition. It was getting lesser and lesser, the warmth and comfort and tightness taking over until nothing was left.

Soon, she was done wrapping her web around my chest, and had reached down to above my belly. There, she stopped wrapping me up altogether.

Instead, she took my legs and removed the web currently on them.

"Here, little fly. Let me pull you up."

Something teared around me as I was suddenly yanked forward. Strong arms were holding me, moving me up.

Then, the arms left me. But I stayed in place, feeling like I was floating. Suspended.

My legs were propped up. Hands were holding them firmly on each side of my body.

Something prodded my lower lips, and I moaned as loudly as I could through the stuffing in my mouth.

It wasn't what I expected to feel. It wasn't something I had ever experienced. Whatever she was pressing between my legs, it felt softer and narrower than a penis felt. I felt it slide inside of me, causing me to moan again in pleasure.

It reached far, far inside. It didn't feel painful, but I didn't know if I could still feel pain with how everything else felt.

"Are you ready, little fly?" her voice was breathy and excited, and I moaned what little sound of approval I could. "Here comes the first one."

The appendage inside me started to twitch. Then, a bulging thing slid between my folds, slightly stretching the tube - and me - in the process.

I moaned and shivered even more, automatically trying to close my legs, but the strong hands of the spider-woman kept them apart and spread. It felt like a small, hard ball was sliding inside of me. It kept rising further up and up until it rose further than I ever felt anything else and...

I could feel it getting stuck inside me, pushing against my own flesh, keeping me slightly stretched to make itself a bit of room.

She had laid an egg in me.

I moaned, again. That had felt so good. So fucking good.

Then, another small bump started pushing inside of me, ripping another moan out of me.

The bump was sliding faster and faster, and others started to follow. Each one was closer to the one before. I could feel them push inside, forcing the other eggs further back, making their way higher and higher, and stretching me more and more. I felt the skin on my belly starting to distend slightly.

And she was still filling me up.

"You're such a... Mmmh. Fine catch, little fly." The spider-woman's voice was breathy, panting slightly. "Your body is sooo accommodating, I'll be able to fill it with so many of my eggs."

I felt my belly being distended even further, stretching far more than I expected it to be possible. The feeling was indescriptible, and the venom inside me made sure that it felt better than the most enjoyable fucking I could ever feel.

My throat started to hurt with how hard I moaned, but I just couldn't help myself. It just felt so fucking good.

The flow of eggs slowed down. There was less and less room for them to fit in, even I could feel that. I was feeling stretched to my limit, and even though it was so comfortable and so hot and so pleasurable to be filled up like this, I knew I wouldn't hold for much longer.

Reluctantly, despite me trying ineffectively to clench around it through all the lubrication, the tube inside my body slid out.

The spider-woman lowered my legs, pressing them together, forcing them to close around my twitching pussy. I felt her hand slide against my labia, eliciting another hoarse moan from myself with how sensitive it felt. Some coolness, restraint, a sticky feeling of webbing pressed my lower lips together. It quickly became obvious why, as I kept twisting and spasming involuntarily, and I felt the eggs inside me stuck, keeping themselves in place, blocked from sliding out with their only exit closed off.

The hopeless involuntary clenching, the feeling of tightness and inevitability and powerlessness and impossibility to rid myself of the eggs, it was all cashing down on me. Even as I tried to stop my muscles from moving, to keep myself from pushing the eggs out, my body tried on its own. But it didn't matter, it couldn't matter, and all I could do was to stay stuck and enjoy myself.

I heard the spider woman's own heavy breathing continue for a few moments. Then, slowly, she let out a small ecstatic laugh.

"Wow, you can't imagine how good that felt, little fly. I had been keeping them for so long. Being able to empty myself inside of you was so..." She let out another chuckle.

I moaned, half involuntarily and half in an attempt to express our shared content. I didn't understand how good putting eggs in others could feel, but I knew that receiving them, becoming so filled and stretched, felt amazing.

Either she ignored my reply, or couldn't understand it. Starting to hum again, she continued wrapping me up. She worked her way down from where she left, her hands slowly gliding below my ribcage.

She started by covering my belly, which now felt larger than I would have ever expected it to become. I didn't know how I looked - couldn't hope to see how I looked - but I felt so full and stretched in the most amazing way possible, it didn't surprise me that her hands had so much work to do.

The web over my belly, holding the eggs firmly inside, provided a comforting pressure. It was tight, enough to really let me feel how stuffed I was. I knew that being compressed from inside and from outside should have been uncomfortable, but instead it felt safe and secure.

The spider-woman's hands moved down, continuing wrapping me up over my pussy and my ass. Her hands kept gliding over my already sealed lips, soft fingers teasing it even over the webs, and bringing more stimulation to my already oversensitive pussy.

With how little control I had, I couldn't even lean forward into her hand.

Finally, she worked on my legs, fusing them into a single sleeve of webbing. The little remnants of freedom I had left disappeared, leaving me barely able to wiggle inside my cocoon and definitely removing all chances I had of ever trying to walk away. Not that I would ever want to.

She went down and down my legs, soon reaching my feet and wrapping them up. She finished with what felt like a flourish and a bow, sealing me tight inside the cocoon.

She was done.

Somehow, the finality of it all hit me harder than I expected. Now, even if I wanted to escape, I wouldn't be able to. I was forced to be stuck there, wrapped inside my cocoon, until the eggs grew enough that I would be...

I didn't know what to expect, but was too hot and aroused and fuzzy to really worry about it.

A few moments passed, during which I could hear her humming coming from the outside. She was probably admiring her handywork, and I was more than happy to twist around for her, to show how safe and secure she made me.

Then, she gave me a slight push, and I felt myself starting to sway left to right. I struggled, the cocoon tightening and releasing in sync with the sway. The alternating pressure felt amazing.

I moaned from below the layers of web, feeling so full and aroused and good.

"You're looking so good like this. Such a good little egg sack."

Her hand rubbed over my belly. Yesss. Such a good egg sack.

"Well, little fly, as much fun as this was, it's time for me to go. And it's time for you to just stay there and help my eggs grow." I heard and felt a kiss on my belly. "Enjoy yourself, little fly. I'll see you in a few months !"

Before leaving, she gave me another push, making me sway again.

The clicks of her legs walking away were fading, and it soon disappeared from the room entirely.

Time passed, maybe minutes, and the swaying stopped. But the arousal kept coursing through me, the pleasure stayed, and the feeling of fullness, of being stretched, kept being at the forefront of my mind. I didn't need to struggle to feel it more, I could just float there and live in it.

Struggling still felt good, though, so I wiggled some more, and the cocoon started squeezing me again.

The minutes mixed together as I spent longer and longer into my cocoon. Sometimes, I wiggled. Sometimes, I didn't.

The feelings of being stretched by the eggs inside my belly didn't fade. I didn't get used to them being here. Even as I already felt like it had been forever and a half, even as I already struggled to recall anything from before the cocoon, it just kept feeling better, like they were pushing on me from the inside.

Except that there was a new feeling added on top of the raw pleasure and the orgasmic bliss.

A feeling of... Airheadedness. Of emptiness.

The kind of feeling where you knew you had something in mind, but somehow you don't have it anymore. Small thoughts, small ideas, small ways I was myself, seemed to be away. Not lost, not missing, just away.

And every place where something was away, there was pleasure instead. Keeping me company, keeping me warm and aroused, keeping me safe and satisfied and comfortable even while I wasn't all there.

I struggled some more, wiggling inside the cocoon, just to feel it squeeze me again in its warm embrace. To feel it squeeze tighter against me even when there was less of me to squeeze around.

The eggs felt even better than they did before. Everything felt tighter, more pleasurable, both inside me and around me.

Did something change? Did the eggs grow? When did they find the time to grow? Did I just forget how big they always were?

The airheadedness feeling was even greater now, even harder to push through in order to think. But it was also different. I still felt like I wasn't myself, like some important part of me was gone, I still didn't feel like it was lost. But now, I just felt like it was... Not me. Like it was there, but someone else.

I felt more things leave me. I couldn't know how much time had passed. I couldn't remember if I slept. Maybe I had slept. I might have slept dozens of times too, and my memories of all these nights were simply gone. I didn't know, didn't remember.

More pleasure was coursing through me, more incredible than ever, making it impossible to focus. I couldn't remember if I had been dreaming of this overwhelming, intense pleasure, or just awake enough to really be feeling it. I couldn't remember if there was a difference.

Maybe there wasn't. Maybe I was at the point where it didn't matter if I was dreaming or not, because whatever pleasure I could dream of would soon feel weaker than what I actually felt.

Maybe the spider woman left me here moments ago, and it wasn't even noon in an outside world that had lost its importance. Maybe I had been here for months, stuck in a spider cocoon and in a haze of arousal, with most of the time locked away in a place that didn't matter enough for me to try and find it. I had no way to know, minutes, hours and days mixing together in a single, intently arousing memory that couldn't even compare to the overwhelming pleasure of the now.

The eggs inside of me started to twitch, and everything started feeling even better than before. Each little movement they made brought a spasm out of me, and there were so many of them that it soon never stopped. I couldn't help but keep shaking over and over as they forced me to feel... Things.

They made me feel pleasure. They made me feel thoughts. They made me feel lesser than I was before, and more important than we were before, and proud of what they were becoming, and dreams, and ideas, and wants, and needs.

Some memories were but fleeting moments, gone as soon as they left. I didn't, couldn't hold on to them, no more than I could remember what sleeping was, or than I could remember how everything felt before the eggs started twitching.

And all these things that I could never have again, I knew that they would all experience soon.

There was a clicking sound. Legs, spider legs. Coming closer to me, so loud compared to all the other sounds. I was yearning for it, and the other parts of me that weren't quite me anymore were yearning as well.

I felt something pressing on my belly, the soft pressure of a caretaker.

I felt strong arms encircling me, hugging my wrapped body. The increased tightness made me moan again, my voice already having forgotten how else to be used, and I wiggled in the comforting embrace that surrounded me.

"It's time, little fly. Time to let them all out." The voice, so hot, so sensual, so arousing, broke through my haze. It soothed my brain, bringing forward some almost-forgotten memories of teasing and pleasure. I squirmed to get closer to it, but couldn't manage anything inside of my cocoon.

Still, the voice didn't care.

The webs below my hips were removed to free my legs and pussy. Cool air tickled my lower lips, and I spasmed as the new feelings mixed with my long overwhelmed arousal.

My legs got pulled up, forced apart, suspended on each side of me. I was being spread open, a feeling I wasn't used to anymore but which felt so natural to have.

I waited in anticipation of what would come next.

Something pressed against my belly.

"Come on, little fly. Push all these eggs out and let them live their lives."

The voice. I loved the voice. I wanted to be useful. I remembered which muscles to use, and pushed down inside of me, helped along by the hand's small, circling movements.

Something came out of between my legs, hard and large and so slick with everything else. I could feel it drop, and I could feel part of myself slide away with it, lost forever, simply replaced with inescapable pleasure.

The feeling of it all sliding away caused me to orgasm on the spot.

But it didn't stop. Another egg followed, then two, then a lot. It just kept going, eggs cascading out of me, thoughts sliding out of my pussy, stealing my brains and sealing my fate, and I kept cumming over and over, riding wave after wave of intense, orgasmic pleasure.

Between the pressure of the hand on my belly, and my own body following the voice's whispered encouragements, I expelled all the eggs inside of me, one after the other.

Then, the moment happened where there was nothing left inside of me, nothing left for me to do but to shake, spasm and moan in the aftershock.

Strong arms hugged my still mostly cocooned form.

"Very good, little fly. You managed to feed all of them, and not leave a single one behind. I'm so proud of you. You must have been so smart."

Something else pressed against my lower lips, parting them from the outside this time.

"Now, don't worry, you won't have to stay empty for long. Let me fill you up again, and again, and again, until you have nothing else for them to drain. You can't wait, don't you? My pretty little incubator."

The feeling of squishy hardness came back to fill me up. I let myself feel the soft member spasming, and the first egg sliding in. I melted into the blissful pleasure of being filled with eggs all over again.

I could be that. I could be her pretty little incubator, again, and again, and again. I could carry her eggs, giving them all of my thoughts and be rewarded with even more pleasure.

Another egg slid in, and I moaned once again.

Everything was right.

Afterword:

The world needs more drider stuff. And more oviposition stuff. And more mind-control and stuff. Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed reading this!

Inspirations for this are actually fairly different from when it ended up. The main one is Tabico's amazing Adaptation, which while it's more on the insect part than this is some pretty amazing stuff in general (do mind the CWs tho, it is way less soft than this story). For the drider part specifically... Well, a lot of Bobbydando's work would fit as reference, but the Grim Mini 20 comic: Drider Tube would probably fit the best with this story (again, same rules about the CWs, this comic specifically does end up in death).