What in Fumigation?!
By The Nome King, for Diz Foley

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All was quiet and serene at the Rest-well Motel, and only the sounds of the buzzing fluorescent lights that illuminated the empty car park could be heard over the crickets in the dusty desert undergrowth near the highway. The moon hung high in the sky, and the afterglow of the sun still burned dimly in the horizon. A few moths fluttered around one of the many street lamps that drenched the highway with artificial light, until the road began to grow brighter from the nearby headlamps of a car. Yellow indicators flashed as an old looking pickup truck turned into the motel, and drove through the mostly empty car parking spaces, before coming to a stop outside one of the rooms. 

Dan cleared his throat as he jumped out his old red truck and shut the door, then turned towards what appeared to be an open booth built into the end of the rest-well motel. Yellow light poured out from within this booth, and Dan twirled a bundle of keys around his index finger as he approached the office. 

“H…hi?” Dan said inquisitively as he approached the office, only to see a large pair of black boots resting on the desk and a newspaper being held up by two hairy hands. A man lowered the newspaper paper, and looked across towards Dan, who stood at the entrance to the office with a slightly nervous smile. The motel employee wore along with his heavy black boots, a pair of scruffy jeans, dirty white shirt and a nametag that said ‘Hello, my name is Jeff’ 

“Suppose you’ll be wantin’ a room, eh?” Jeff, the motel employee remarked in quite a thick Texan accent before removing his feet from the desk, and of paper from a small pile grabbed a piece in the corner. 

“Yes please, Jeff. Just for one night” Dan replied, which promoted the motel employee to give Dan a rather irritable look, before reaching over to snatch a pen from the messy desk he sat behind. He shoved aside the beer bottle and the crisp bag, and began to write down some details on the slip, and looked up as Dan removed his wallet from a back pocket in his jeans, then started to riffle through the receipts in his wallet before pulling out some dollar bills.

“It’ll be twenty bucks, you’ll be in number seven” Jeff said as he finished writing out the slip, and reached up to take the twenty dollar bill Dan had handed forwards. 
“Here’s ya key, we need you outta the room by eight” he continued before reaching under the desk and pulled out a key with a large number tag attached to it.

“I should be up before then, I’ve got a con to get to” Dan replied as he took the key from the motel employee and slipped it into the other pocket of his jeans.

 “Con? What’s that then fella” Jeff asked as he leaned back in his chair again as he picked up the paper and placed his feet back upon the desk.

“Oh it’s, um. It’s just this thing, like a gathering of people” Dan replied nervously as he slid his black wallet back into his pocket, not wanting to reveal too much to the motel employee. 

“Fair play fella, just ‘member; you need to be out by eight sharpish, alrighty?” the man said as he reached for his beer bottle. Dan nodded and turned around and began walking towards his truck. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and stepped backwards towards the office booth.
	
“Why d’ya need me out at eight?” Dan asked, to which Jeff replied “No idea. Boss said there was some maintenance work goin’ on, or something”. Jeff man shrugged as he leant back in the seat, producing a rather loud creak before he continued “I didn’t catch all the conversation, but it seemed important we get y’all out the rooms”. 

“I’ll make sure I set my alarm” Dan replied as he nodded Jeff before turning back and walking to his truck. After opening the passenger door, he heaved out a rather large backpack which was filled up with clothes and supplies. Dan shut the door and locked his car, and approached door number seven, which happened to only be a short walk from where he’d parked. As he fiddled with his keys, he turned his head to the right and noticed that all the motel rooms seemed empty, except for one near the end. A dim light shone from the windows, and gently illuminated a small car outside the room. Dan realised he wasn’t the only one in the motel, despite how desolate and empty it seemed. 

The door felt somewhat heavy for a cheap motel room as he unlocked it and walked into the room, where he was immediately greeted with the faint odour or cigarettes and cleaning chemicals, a common scent to detect in a cheap motel room. Dan walked towards the bed and turned on the small lamp that sat next to it on a bedside table. With the room illuminated, Dan could see that the room had old style wood panelled walls, garish floral sheets on the single bed that sat centrally against the right wall of the. A large lamp sat atop an eighties style dresser near the front door, and directly in front of him was an open doorway leading into a reasonably sized bathroom. A pair of heavy curtains covered a large window sat on the wall next to the front door, and only the small lamp sitting upon the bedside table illuminated the otherwise dark room. 

Dan walked over the front door, kicked it closed and dropped his bag onto the dresser and unzipped the nylon backpack. He yawned loudly as he rummaged through his clothes and supplies, grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste before walking into the bathroom and tugged the cord that dangled from the ceiling to turn the lights on. As he began brushing his teeth, he started to think of who he’d meet at the con first. He’d had such a nice time last year, but he wasn’t sure which events he’d attend first. He smiled as he finished brushing and rinsed his mouth out. He yawned again as walked out and turned the lights off, dropping the items into his backpack and looked back at the dark bathroom. 

“Fuck it” Dan said, deciding he was tired enough to forgo the shower until tomorrow morning, when he was sure he’d be able to get one before he needed to leave the motel. He yawned again as the fatigue of his long drive began to take its toll, and decided to get some early rest before his trip tomorrow. Dan scratched his short black hair, fuzzy beard and moustache as he began to undress, dropping his pants to the floor and slid the socks off his feet. He dropped his car keys, wallet and phone on the table and wandered over to the front door with the room key. He dropped it onto the dresser after locking the motel door, and shuffled over to the bed. 

He felt happy to finally slide under the covers of a bed, and he felt rather comfortable, even if the mattress felt a little stiff. Dan yawned and reached over to turn off the bedside light, and as he settled down for the night, he realised that there was almost no noise to disturb him. Dan closed his eyes and sighed happily, and thought he should probably set his alarm on the phone after getting settled. He lay there for a few minutes, thinking about the convention he was going to and all the people he’d meet, a smile curling across his lips as he turned over into a more comfortable position. Before he knew it, he began to drift away into darkness, slowly easing into a deep sleep. Dan drifted through blackness as he started to sleep, his body and mind losing all sense of weight and time.

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Dan began to slowly ease out of his deep slumber, his senses returning as he started to feel the sheets around him and the warmth of the bed. He opened his eyes to find one leg out of the covers, his arm in a strange position and felt a cool damp stain of drool on the pillow, a clear indication he’d probably slept quite well. However as he opened his eyes, a strange light poured through the window. Bright orange and blue colours shone brightly through the curtains, yet it wasn’t quite as strong as the daylight he’d expected. 

Dan leant up in the bed, throwing off the covers and stretched before turning his attention to the window. It seemed like something was blocking out the sunlight, and stranger still was this bizarre smell that seemed to permeate the room. It was like a combination of a heavy musky odour, combined with a strange sweet chemical scent.

“Urgh, what the hell’s that stink?” Dan said as he got out of bed and walked to the window, fanning the air around his nose to try and remove the scent, but seemed to just waft more of the stench into his nasal passage.

“What the fuck is this?” he remarked after pulling back the curtains, and instead of seeing the sun hanging over the car park of the motel, he saw the light shining through some kind of thick plastic sheet. It looked like striped orange and blue plastic had been stretched over the building. It looked as if it was totally secured to the railings and ground with heavy industrial tape and weights. Dan’s confusion suddenly turned to dread as he saw an area where the plastic sheet had formed inwards into a hole, which appeared to be connected to some kind of large industrial pump outside the sheet. He could just make out the shape of the device through the light that pierced the plastic, a device he’d seen before.

“Shit! SHIT I godda get outta here!” Dan said as he quickly covered his mouth and scrambled towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel and pressed it against his face. The panic that consumed him was justified, as the realisation dawned upon him that he’d been caught in a fumigation tent. He looked at the clock on the bedside table, the time reading Seven thirty AM. 

“What the fuck, they gave me til eight!” He shouted in anger as he ran over to the bedside table near the front door with the intention of fleeing the motel room, instead he found that the key were missing!

“You’ve godda be fucking kidding me!” Dan screamed in anger as he grabbed the side of the dresser, and used all his strength to pull the heavy piece of wooden furniture away from the wall. His heartbeat began to race even faster as the keys were nowhere to be seen, they’d not dropped down beside the dresser, nor were they anywhere else; they had vanished. He turned to grab the doorknob and found it was still locked. He tried twisting, pulling and eventually began slamming his body against the door.

“The fuck is this made out of?” Dan shouted in frustration as his attempts to break the door or lock down proved entirely fruitless. He turned around and spied a chair in the corner of the room, and Dan suddenly had the idea of breaking the window to get out. 

“URgghh!” Dan cried out suddenly, his hands jerking down towards his gut as he turned towards the chair. A sudden twisting sensation had begun to burn within his belly, forcing the air from his lungs in shock. He gripped his stomach as the strange tightness became more prominent, before the muscles in his knees suddenly gave way. He felt to the floor and began to cough into the towel he’d been holding to his face.

“Arghhh! Fuck…me!” Dan screamed loudly as he continued to smell the fumes around him through the towel, and realised it was doing little to stop the fumigation chemicals from entering his body. The fumes burned his nostrils and throat as he continued to breathe in the chemicals, realising that he’d probably been breathing the stuff in for quite a while before he awoke. 

“G…godda get out” Dan spluttered as he crawled towards the cheap plastic chair, threw the towel aside, grabbed the metal legs of the chair and dragged it towards him. The twisting sensations in his stomach began to slowly fade, instead they were suddenly replaced with the sensation of burning heat that began to spread into his chest and lower abdomen. Dan grunted as he picked himself up and gripped the chair around the backrest, and dragged it towards the open window. He heaved it against the glass, hoping to smash it so he could make his escape and avoid getting choked in the fumes. Alas the glass didn’t budge and inch, and what surprised Dan; is that it didn’t even make a dent.

“What the fuck is going on!?” He screamed as he heaved the chair against the glass again, this time using every ounce of strength he could. The chair smashed against the glass and bounced away, clattering onto the bed and crashing onto the floor beside it. Again, not a single crack nor dent could be seen in the glass, and Dan resorted to bashing the seemingly unbreakable pane with his hands.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” Dan screamed as he hit his hands against the glass, once again finding that it was like trying to break through a brick wall. No motel could afford products this durable, the glass felt like it was bulletproof, leaving him trapped inside the motel room. Was Dan dreaming? Was this all just a fear induced nightmare? A loud cracking noise brought Dan’s attention across, where his gaze fell upon the tightly clenched fists that rested against the glass. All of a sudden, his fingers began to twitch uncontrollably, snapping and popping loudly. It felt like the bones and joints were popping out of place, the vibrations that shuddered through his flesh felt akin to cracking one’s knuckles. The movement felt erratic and jerky, and he had little to no control over this bizarre movement. 

“Wha…what the fuck is going on!” He screamed aloud, backing off from the glass as he watched his fingers snapping and popping, forcing his fingers into a straight position which prevented him from forming a fist. His joints seized up and it felt as if they were fusing together. His muscles strained to pull his fingers apart, but it didn’t seem to help as he was left to helplessly watch his fingers pressing together in an open palm shape. 

“I g…godda get help” he mumbled in terror and quickly turned over to the bedside table for his smartphone, and scrambled to get the device into his grip. He pressed the power button, desperately trying to get the lock screen to display. “I godda get outta here...come on you stupid thing!” Dan continued to worryingly mumble, pressing the power button again in frustration, only to see the empty battery icon display on the screen.

“GIMMIE A FUCKING BREAK!” He screamed in anger, hurling his phone across the room where it bounced off the cheap wooden wall and felt to the floor. His frustration turned to fear as he felt his hands snapping again, this time feeling something even stranger moving across his skin. 

“Ohhh god what now!?” Dan cried out in frustrated terror, and watched as the skin around his fingers develop a certain shine. The tiny hairs that poked out from the tops of his fingers and the backs of his hands began to gradually fall away, as the flesh appeared to become taught and smooth. The sensation of tightening spread across his digits, as if somebody was stretching the skin in all directions, making it taught and without wrinkles or indentations. Accompanying this was a feeling of shuddering, which almost felt like the inconsistent vibrations of a rusty hinge. Yet this same creaking vibration began to spread across his hands, moving from the tips of his fingers to his seizing wrist. Dan could only watch, displaying an expression of terrified disbelief as the colour of his skin also began to rapidly change. The once light brown skin began to bleach and changed first, to a strangely inhuman white; then blotches of deep green pigment rapidly spread across his fingers.

“Wha…what the fuck is this!? My…oh god my fingers!” Dan exclaimed in horror as he tried to separate his digits, using all the strength within his tightly locked muscles. Yet he couldn’t seem to spread them apart, as if the flesh had been bonded together with superglue. His expression of terrified confusion turned to one of utter dread as he watched the tightening flesh rapidly starting to fuse together, the hairs on his arms followed suit with those that’d been on his hands previously, and quickly began to fall away as the discolouring flesh started to spread up his arms.

“No no! wha…ARHH!” Dan shouted before screaming in terror at the sight of his fingers slowly fusing together, seemingly into one singular lump. He started to rub his hands frantically against his naked legs, hoping to somehow ‘rub’ off whatever had begun to consume his hands. These attempts of course, proved fruitless as the changes to his flesh only seemed to spread further up his arms and produced a rather interesting shine to the surface of his flesh. What Dan found unnervingly worrying was how the transformed flesh of his fused hands felt against his naked legs. They didn’t feel soft or even squishy, they felt smooth and hard, as if his skin was changing to a similar substance that composed his fingernails. Slowly but surely, the shape of his fingers and hand slowly began to form away as his fingernails also started to fuse and merge with the hard but pliant structure. 

Like his former nails, he couldn’t seem to feel anything through the substance, and the only thing Dan could feel were the creaking vibrations of hardening skin that shuddered down his fusing hands. Mere seconds later, the shapes of his former digits vanished into the smooth green shell, leaving a long singular structure which rapidly began to grow forwards. The shuddering sensations of skin hardening became more prominent as his former hands grew longer, his former fingertips began to form into a vicious looking point. Dan’s heart raced in his chest at the sight of his hands disappearing, his expression one of shock and disbelief, his words stolen from the strangeness of the situation he found himself in. 

Both former hands began to extend into points, while the hard smooth green surface began to take on new shapes in the form of bumps all along the underside of his growing claw-like appendages. The bumps quickly sharpened into spikes that rapidly formed from the nail-like shell, folding upwards toward his arms and creating a row of randomly distributed teeth-like points. The hardening shell moved up towards his thumb where the last the digits on his hand began to rapidly transform as well. Dan’s expression remained horrified as he watched the joints of his thumbs snapping and popping loudly, the nail on his thumb fusing away into the same green shell while it began to slowly extend forwards. 

“Ahhh! AHHH! Oh…g…god” Dan whimpered in fear of the sight before him, watching helplessly as his morphing thumb began to move down his long pointed appendage, the joints snapping loudly as the hard green substance began to separate into sections. Creaking and popping echoed into the room as his thumb grew longer and longer still. The pointed spiked appendage that’d once been his fingers only grew longer, which tugged his expanding digit down away from his wrist. Two large claws slowly grew out from the tip of Dan’s extending digit, as more joints began to form which seemed to be segmented apart like that of an insect’s exoskeleton. 

“Ahhh! Oh god…no! No, what now!?” Dan cried out in confused terror as the same sensation of stiffening skin began to spread into his feet, his gaze diverting downwards to see that the same bizarre transformation had begun to occur at his toes. Just like his hands, the skin began to rapidly harden and develop a certain shine before changing colour from light brown to deep green. And very much like his fingernails, his toenails simply merged with the hardening skin which looked more like smooth plastic than flesh. Hairs began to fall out as his toes started to fuse together, his feet creaking loudly as segments began to form, and his former toes began to fuse into two distinct points, which looked almost exactly like a duo of large vicious claws. The same claws tipped Dan’s lengthening and thickening digit that grew out from his pincer-like appendages, which looked more like the legs of an insect more than his former human thumb.

“No no no! This can’t be happening!” Dan shouted in frustration, turning around to the glass and tried scraping his former hands on the glass. The hard nail-like substances felt like steel in comparison to his soft human flesh, and deep scratches formed in the glass as his spikes scraped away at the surface of the window. Dan turned his head at the sudden change in his balance, and suddenly he felt his body lean backwards. His feet creaked loudly as the bright green substance converted inch after inch of feeble human flesh into the strong green shell-like substance. He could feel the change spreading up across his lower legs, moving towards his knees as the hairs slowly fell away from his morphing skin and onto the carpet below. Further sounds of cracking joints joined the noise of Dan’s creaking skin and his cries for help, and without much warning, Dan lost his balance. His feet began to bend in strange ways, as if he’d lost all support standing up, and before he could look down he fell backwards. 

“ARGH FUCK!” Dan screamed as the tips of his spike like appendages scraped against the glass as he fell backwards, until feeling the sudden impact of the mattress beneath his back. The wooden frame splintered as he fell down onto the bed, the cheap furniture collapsing under Dan’s weight. He gasped as the air was forced from his lungs from the impact, and it took a moment before he eased himself up and took a few deep breaths. The stench of chemicals still filled his nostrils, and worse yet; it smelt even stronger before. Using his long spiked claws and his insect-like leg that grew out from the side; Dan gripped the sheets and pulled himself up in order to observe whatever changes were ravaging his feet. 

Even though the transformation to his arms had been drastic, the changes that began to afflict his feet seemed even more terrifying. A bizarre wave of heat moved in between the clawed insect-like appendages that’d replaced his human feet. The shape of these strange bug-like feet took on a more rounded structure, with hard nail-like skin segmenting into separate sections. The sensation of heat focussed down between the two claws on his feet, and his eyes bulged open in horror as Dan realised that he had full control over his new clawed feet. They wiggled up and down at his command, and more disturbingly, the way his segmented foot began to bend and flex in horribly unnatural ways. It seemed to flex upwards and from side to side, as if there was no bone beneath the hard shell-like surface that’d consumed his skin. 

“F….fucking hell! Th…these are…” Dan stammered in fear, looking down at the long leg-like appendage that grew out from the joint in his spiked claw, the structure that’d once been his thumb looked more like his feet now. He could even feel the same movement of segmented sections in the still growing appendage, and realised what these legs reminded him of. “NO! NO it can’t be that…that’s crazy!” He cried out in terror as he twisted and flexed his newly changing feet. This sense of fear and dread which permeated Dan’s mind was brought on by a horrifying realisation, that his clawed segmented feet looked horribly similar to that of an insect. The smooth green structure that covered his changing legs, the way his skin had been hardening and even the long pointed spikes that coated the underside of his claw. It was an exoskeleton, a chitinous carapace that continued to spread up his body. 

“No! This isn’t real! This can’t be Haa…AHHH! ARRGH FUCK!” Dan stuttered as held up his long bug like claws, looking at the movement of what’d once been his thumb, instead it now functioned as an insectile tartus. His words trailed off into cries of shock as further snapping sensations shuddered up his legs, and looking down he saw his ankle forming into another segment, the chitinous exoskeleton rapidly formed chinks in the armour-like plating that covered his hands and legs. He looked down at his former hands, realising they’d changed into the tibia of a bug’s foreleg. But It wasn’t just any bug, the long spiked claws were unmistakable, and Dan didn’t want to think about it; he wanted to get out. 

“Wh…why is this happening!? This ca….ARGHH!” Dan cried out in confusion and fear before breaking off mid sentenece into a cry of shock at the bizarre sensation of twisting and burning heat within his new insect-like feet. The sound of crunching and squelching began to fill the room, terrifying noises which joined the crescendo of creaking skin as it hardened into chitin. Dan looked down, his mouth agape as he screamed at the sight of his bug-like feet splitting apart!
 
A large opening had formed in the hard insectile feet which rapidly began to separate his new clawed feet into two separate pieces. Strands of clear vicious fluid strung between the separating sections, and a cleavage furrow moved down his feet and rapidly began to split his transformed feet apart into two pieces. His arms shook and trembled as he started in horror at the sight of his feet slowly pulling apart, with the separated ends forming their own claws, and the segments rounding off into two sets of identical feet on the end of each leg. Yet the splitting didn’t stop there; it continued to rapidly spread up the parts of his leg that had already changed, somehow breaking his two insectile legs into four new ones. Dan fell back onto the bed, his body shaking as sweat dropped down his head, his mind unprepared and unable to cope with the sudden burst of new impulses. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, while the sudden rush of sensation flooded his terrified and unprepared brain. He could feel the muscles in both sets of legs, the separation of his feet into four separate sets of claws. Each set moving perfectly at his command as his mind rapidly began to adapt to the feeling of growing an extra set of limbs. His lower leg had been totally consumed by the deep green chitin which continued to rapidly split apart, and more of his skin hardened as it moved up towards his upper legs. Dan leant his head up after finally getting his head around how these four new limbs felt, and looked down towards the two new sets of insectile feet. A strange gooey discharge strung between the two sets of feet as it dripped onto the carpeted floor of the motel while his began to flex and twist them about. Despite how terrifying the sight was, Dan found the new sets of limbs rather easy to control as he flexed them around and wiggled the claws independently of each other.

“Urgh…Oh g…god, wh…what now?” Dan whimpered between loud pants of panic and fear, as his attempts to prevent himself from hyperventilating remained somewhat successful. His attention was brought further up his body, towards his groin where something had begun to swell up beneath his underpants. A feeling of dread gripped Dan’s heart again, this time he reached down, using his insectile tartus to grip his shirt, and tugged it upwards, being careful not to scratch himself with the sharp claws. His eyes remained fixated on the large swelling growth, that he hadn’t evne noticed the additional spikes that had begun to grow out from the hardening skin of his forearms. Instead his gaze remained locked upon the strange swelling that began to stretch out the back of his underpants, which was accompanied by the sensation of throbbing heat, creaking skin and a strange sensual pleasure. Dan knew that he wouldn’t like what he saw, yet curiosity got the better of him, and he reached down with his spiked Tibia and tugged up on the fabric. Sounds of tearing cloth filled the room as Dan shredded his underpants, creating a large cut in the fabric and tearing it asunder.

“Oh g…god!” The terrified Dan whimpered, looking down at the source of the swelling. His once normal sized member had begun to rapidly swell with mass and what appeared to be fat, growing at least thrice the width and length of a normal cock. Yet it seemed deformed and bulbous, and the tip of his member seemed to push out from the tip of his bulbous shaft. The base of his member also seemed to be rapidly widening, rapidly consuming the flesh of his crotch and all the while he felt the skin of his member hardening. Like the rest of his flesh it also started to change colour, and the lovely brown skin began to blotch and discolour, until his entire member took on a shimmering shade of green. 

“N…no! Anything but tha…aahhh!” Dan cried out in confusion, as he felt a sudden rush of orgasmic heat rushing through his cock. With his trembling clawed tartus, he gently reached down and began to slowly stroke the sides of his hardening member. His voice suddenly trailed off into a surprised gasp of pleasure at the feeling of his claws scraping against the hard chitin of his member, and the pleasurable vibrations it sent shivering through its structure. Dan’s moans only got louder as he felt his cock rapidly expanding, seemingly growing larger and wider with every passing second, the growth somewhat encouraged by Dan’s excited exploration of his altered anatomy. Creaking sounded in the room, followed by a sudden burst of vibration and pleasure, as the hard chitin began to segment around the ventral and dorsal sides of his growing manhood. Dan let out a sudden gasp and moan of pleasure, as he used his insectile claws to reach further down, stroking the expanding plates and softer sections of his meat. His eyes rolled up in his head and the sensation of the chitin plates flexing, as his cock started to throb quite prminantly, which produced a slick oozing sensation that originated from the tip of his growing manhood. Another cry of shocked bliss left Dan’s mouth as his elbows popped and snapped into place, followed swiftly by his knees as they began to harden and split in two. 

“AHHHH! OH….Oh g…god!” Dan screamed with pleasure, moaning deeply as another sudden wash of bizarre alien pleasure shot into his extremities. His four sets of clawed insect feet moved down, and began to grip into the carpet, all the while he used his clawed tartus and pointed claws to rub and stroke the sides of his expanding shaft. He hated how good it felt, how numb the surface of his changing body was, but how sexually gratifying it was to feel his claws scraping against the hard chitin. His mind rebelled, trying to stop him from touching his expanding member, attempting to force the rational part of his brain that enjoying how his legs were splitting into four; was simply not natural. But Dan couldn’t see reason, his mind simply descended further into shocked and confused pleasure as he continued to scratch and stroke his hard chitinous manhood.

“M…my hands, my…Oh god my cock! It…it’s a…URrrhhhh fuck!” Dan groaned deeply in confusing alien pleasure, and found the sight of his massive growing chitinous member to be strangely arousing. He realised the width and length of his cock actually dwarfed his transforming upper legs in size. And every time he felt the throbbing bulbous cock pulsate, another wave of bizarre orgasmic bliss shot into Dan’s body. Dan’s moans became louder at the sight of long pointed spikes that’d grown out from his lower arm, and shuddered with pleasure at the sudden separation of the chitin plates at his elbows. Muscular skin seemed to stretch between the chitin at his join, giving his arms a more insectile appearance. He found the long points on the underside of his forearms pointed in complimentary direction to the ones on his tibia. There was no denying it anymore, the shape of Dan’s pincers and the colour of his chitin reminded him too much of a single type of insect; the praying mantis. He tried to say it, tried to actualise what was happening, only to lose his mind again as a rush of sensation flooded his unprepared human brain. 

His ears began to ring with the sound of creaking skin, this time from his back and neck. Yet this sensation wasn’t what paralysed Dan’s feeble and unprepared mind, it was the sudden rush of smell. Dan’s eyes rolled upwards as the sudden rush of sensation paralysed his body, and the creaking sensation became even more promintnat from around his forehead. Suddenly he began to taste the air and the smells of the room around him began to permeate his mind. He struggled to understand how to interupret the information, and this sudden changed caused his clawed tartus to shudder against his throbbing bulbous member, sending even stronger waves of pleasure through his body. The rippling orgasmic bliss only made these further changes all the more pleasurable, and Dan’s mind struggled to interpret the splitting of his legs, the transformation of his skin into chitin and the throbbing of his swelling member as anything but sensual. 

Dan started to groan at the sudden rush of scent, he could sense the heat in the air, taste the particles around him. The stench of his sweat, the scent of burned wood and tobacco seeped into the covers of the bed he rested upon and even the musky oozing of his transforming manhood flooded his brain. It was like he was tasting every inch of the room around him, his mind filled with a sudden map of the area around him, where the smells were coming from, how strong they were. This strange new sixth sense began to make more and more sense the more he ‘tasted’ the room, his attention suddenly being dragged back to reality as he began to feel some kind of strange movement on his forehead. 

Dan opened his eyes and looked around before diverting his gaze up towards the source of tension in his skin before catching sight of something moving around in his perhiperhal vision. Slowly they became clearer and he could see long brown growths wiggling around above his eyes. Dan’s expression changed from curiosity to a sudden rush of pleasure as his throbbing member suddenly send a shock of pleasure through his body, and the sudden realisation of what was growing from his head. Dan peered down the shafts of two long segmented tubes, which seemed to have a similar structure to his legs. He felt twitching within these strange growths as he began to sense their presence in his mind, and like his new pair of legs, his mind had a slight delay before he managed to understand how to control them. He moaned deeply as he twisted them down so he could see them properly, and every tiny bit of movement brought new scents and tastes into his mind. His body shivered at the sight of his long brown antennae that grew out from his forehead, and began wiggling them about in order to get a better sense of his environment. This action felt almost instinctive, like he’d been doing his entire life, and he’d been without something so essential to his being. He shuddered with blissful pleasure again as he felt his arms popping loudly, the creaking sensations spreading up his arms as his segmented limbs grew longer and changed shape. What surprised Dan the most about his new antenna; was that they felt more like limbs than mere sensory organs like his ears or eyes. He could feel them twitching at his command, and they only grew longer and thicker with every passing moment.

Another wave of pleasure shot into his body, and Dan became increasingly aware of how hard it’d become to focus on anything. His mind began to strain under the sheer volume of information it was being presented with, all thanks to his growing number of insectile additions. His strong and rather terrifying mantid claws continued to stroke the sides of his swelling member, which had now become so large; it could’ve been classed as just another part of his torso.

“Whaaa…aahh! AHHhhh god! This feels so…ffffffuck!” Dan cried out in paralysing pleasure at the feeling of his massive swollen manhood growing even larger, and the sudden change in its orientation. He drooled uncontrollably while the sensations of snapping segmented limbs and growing chitin shuddered up his body, and his eyes rolled up with pleasure at the sensation of his hips becoming wider, which dragged his changing upper legs apart. With his still growing antennae wiggling around, Dan looked up to see his legs slowly moving apart, pushing his massive chitin covered manhood between his legs and watched with both terror and glee as it started to merge and become continuous with his torso. 

Dan was certain whatever was growing between his legs no longer functioned as his manhood, it was something else; something very alien. His legs snapped and popped, separating even further down towards the joint. Creaking sounds shuddered through his lower body as the bones slowly dissolved within his changing chitin covered limbs. The realisation Dan had was that his skeleton was externalising, becoming a hard insect exoskeleton to protect him. This horrifying realisation should have shocked and terrified him, but instead he could only gasp and groan at the sheer bliss that his changing body forced upon him. Dan’s second set of legs suddenly snapped backwards, the middle of both sets of upper legs snapped in half, forming another set of joints. His back set of legs cracked towards the tip of his bulging cock, while the other set pulled towards his body and began to take a more comfortable bend. The result was four long green insect legs, which seemed massively long and thick, but he realised they’d have to support the weight of new body. He groaned deeply with a smile curling across his lips at the sensation of changing skin spreading around his shoulder blades. He could feel the creaking skin changing to chitin as it spread across his upper back, the moved down towards his lower body.
 
“Urgh, this f…feels so g...goooood!” Dan moaned as the tip of his swelling bulbous member continued to ooze fluid, all the while new plates of chitin began to develop at the end of his swelling growth. He could even feel limb-like growths extending from beneath the chitin, the two sensory cerci that tipped the end of an insect’s abdomen. Dan’s eyes opened up wide, as he realised what this bulbous growth was, and why it began to move even further up, the flesh and chitin slowly absorbing his buttocks and anus, fusing the directive tract together. It was his growing insect abdomen! In the back of his mind, Dan realised this a while ago, but he didn’t want to say it, nor think it. He’d been so preoccupied with how amazing it all felt, how paralysing the pleasure had been. The rational part of his mind caught up when he began to think about where this transformation would stop, and what would happen when it reached his head.

“Ohhhh god…I can’t s…stop it! I g…godda get outta h..heeeere!” Dan cried out in fear of what was to come, with a slight inflection of uncontrollable pleasure echoing in the tone of his voice. Another wave of orgamisc throbbing pounded his pulsating abdomen, as he felt the tip of his large sagging insectile addition twisting and changing. He knew these were his reproductive organs, repositioning to the tip of his abdomen, along with his anus and digestive tract. But Dan couldn’t stay, and began to think of the outside. Maybe if he escaped the fumes and gas he could return to normal, and it’d all be over. He looked up and tried to heave himself forwards, but the sight of his four insect legs flexing around at his command only seemed to make the pleasurable aching worse. Dan’s mind rebelled, he couldn’t understand why everything felt so overwhelmingly sensual, and why the orgasmic throbbing from within his changing abdomen made him want to accept this fate, to allow these changes to wash over him. 

He needed to escape, maybe it wasn’t too late to free himself, and he couldn’t stay here. Dan grunted deeply as he twisted his pair of left legs to his right, and hooked his claws around the side of the collapsed bed frame. To Dan’s surprise, he didn’t need to use any effort at all to twist himself around, and quickly pulled his other set of legs around before instinctively standing up on his four new legs. Dan wobbled around before falling down and pressed down using the tartus that tipped his claws; then realised he was now holding himself up on six legs.

“AHh Oh…ok I can d…do this. I can get outta ha…AHHH! Oh n…no! NOooo mooore!” Dan said as he picked himself up, standing upon his mantid-like legs, balancing carefully as he felt his swelling abdomen growing even larger, the tip oozing clear fluid on the ground beneath him. He let out a groan of frustrated pleasure at the feeling of the changes spreading to the back of his head from beneath his shirt, the chitinous exoskeleton converting the flesh around his neck as the transformation began to spread upwards. The same strange creaking sensation shuddered up his neck as the vertebrae beneath his flesh began to slowly disappear. Lumps of his hair began to fall away before his very eyes, dropping to the floor as his upper body began to slowly shrink and become thinner.

“ARhhhhh g…god what…what is th…thiirss?! OHhrgggh ggurrff…yurrsss!” Dan groaned deeply, and the sudden sensation of tightness around his mouth and lips. A surge of adrenaline flooded his body at the relaition of what this meant, and although Dan wanted to be horrified; he could only shudder with pleasure, moaning his last human words as his jaw and lips seized up. His neck began to tighten as the skin rapidly changed to chitin, his teeth rapidly began to pull upwards while his lips and jaw started creak as the flesh transformed into the same hard green chitin that’d consumed his lower body. Dan’s abdomen only pulsated harder, the tip of swelling insect body oozed his sticky pre-cum and made the changes all the more sensual. Dan’s eyes rolled upwards in terrified bliss as he felt his tongue changing too, splitting and hardening within his maw as it started to develop movable sensory pads. 

Suddenly he felt a similar sensation of splitting shudder through his chitinous jawline, and without much warning his jaw slowly pulled apart into two separate sections. Drool oozed from Dan’s changing mouth while the two halves of his previous jaw began to rapidly reshape, gaining razor sharp edges as they transformed into powerful mandibles. His upper lip fused and began to reshape, turning towards and flattening into a plate, while new strange appendages, similar to the ones that tipped his abdomen, began to slowly grow out from the sides of his new mandibles. Dan tried to moan, he tried to call out for help, but all he could do was drool on the floor as he felt his throat and vocal cords changing as well.

Dan wanted to panic, he wanted to flee from this place and every single ounce of his human self was screaming to run, to break down the door and flee. But he couldn’t move, he was stuck; paralysed with strange and bizarre alien pleasure. Dan closed his eyes as he began to move the changing mouthparts, feeling the new Maxilla moving to his command, using them to stroke the hard labium, mandibles and even the hard plated Labrum that had once been his upper lip. Something even stranger began to flood Dan’s mind next however, the sensation of light and shape. 

His eyes were closed yet he could still somehow see the shapes and lights next to his head, and even behind him. Dark shadows of green and dim yellow entered his mind, and opening his eyes he found there was a strange blurry sense of vision surrounding his head. It felt as if he was sensing everything around him without looking directly at it. Unbeknownst to the pleasure-paralysed half human mantis, newly forming compound eyes had begun to ground around the sides of his rapidly changing head. The remnants of his skull slowly began to dissolve away as the rest of his head began to change to suit, slowly expanding and becoming wider, while his ears started to shrink into the sides of his hardening skin. He’d expected to lose his hearing sooner, so he was unsurprised when he felt his ears closing up, and the sounds around him suddenly fading away. Dan clicked his mandibles together in an attempt to say something to test the absence of his hearing, but failed to produce any words, and instead only succeeded in drool saliva from the multiple mouthparts that’d replaced his jaw, lips and tongue. The very sensation of using his maxilla to stoke and clean his mandibles felt oddly satisfying, a strange pleasure that only seemed to get stronger the more he changed, and his abdomen didn’t seem to cease its endless pleasurable throbbing.

His nose began to harden and pull inwards, the nostrils closed up and a flat plate replaced whatever human features had been there before and instead; a shimmering green exoskeleton would replace it. His compound eyes grew ever larger, new oculi developing around the back of his head, forming the general shape of two massive compound eyes. It was Dan felt the strain of his old human eyes attempting to close up, that he realised he could no longer breathe. His human eyes opened up as wide as they could in shock, reaching up and opening his mandibles, scraping his clawed tartus forelegs around the complex collection of mouthparts in panic at the horror of being unable to breathe. His body shook in fear, his abdomen pulsated furiously as the plates stretched apart and compressed. Dan suddenly shook with yet another bizarre feeling. His upper torso suddenly compressed, his lungs and heart seemed to stop compressing and beating. The skin rapidly hardened into the same green chitin, moving down to his belly which rapidly followed suit. Amidst the terror, waves of orgasmic pleasure shot through his body as his abdomen pulsated furiously; which only made Dan even more frantic. His torso grew longer, thinner and harder as his abdomen began to swell and grow. His head shook with terror and confusion at the sensation of his vital organs slowly moving down within their correct orientation; within the fat throbbing abdomen that hung beneath his four strong mantis legs. Suddenly Dan felt air rushing into his abdomen, through what felt like holes in the side between the tergites and sternite plates of his abdomen.

His entire form shivered with the delight of being able to breathe once again, though this time through his still swelling abdomen, which only seemed to produce even more powerful rushes of pleasure now his panic had subsided. The light that entered the many oculi which composed Dan’s growing compound eye only grew stronger as more and more light entered the newly developing lenses. As his new green lenses spread around his head, developing and growing into his new insect eyes; his old human lids only began to feel heavier, and became increasingly difficult to keep open. Dan tried to resist the urge to close his eyes, to succumb to the changes and the pleasure that flooded his brain. He didn’t ask for whatever was happening to him, he didn’t even think something like this could happen. He tried for a moment to resist the urge, but his mind simply unable to handle the influx of raw sensation; finally succumbed to the overload of information and finally he closed his eyes. 

Dan’s mandibles clicked happily as he felt his eyelid seal up, new lenses rapidly formed over the changing flesh, and chitin spread up his forehead and covered the remaining human skin, converting into smooth insectile carapace. His head creaked as it widened, his huge compound eyes grew even larger as tiny hairs pricked out between the smooth resilient lenses, which seemed to shimmer and shine unlike normal insect eyes. It was almost as if there were hard but transparent layer covering each lenses, and slowly but surely; Dan began to interpret the information that was presented to him. He began to see the room through his new huge eyes, the shapes and colours surrounding him, even though it felt somewhat blurry and unrefined. Dan shivered and clicked his mandibles together with pleasure, his abdomen shaking as he felt new plates developing on his back. He stretched his expanding body forwards, enjoying how strong and flexible the new exoskeleton felt as he realised what was growing from the join between his thorax and abdomen. He could feel strong muscles developing there, something wide and flat spreading out, and using his huge compound eyes, he saw with his limited vision; the shape of growing wings extending from the lower part of his thorax. He scraped his clawed Tartus gently over his compound eyes, across his short neck and across the t-shirt and bandana he was still wearing. Unlike when he was human, it sat on his frame baggily, and looked as if it was two sizes too large for him. In reality it was simply a lack of organs, which had moved down to his abdomen, his thorax containing only strong and flexible muscles for movement.

Dan’s vision suddenly began to change, his sensitive compound eyes peered outwards as he began to see things in front of him; detail, depth and something even stranger he couldn’t describe with mere words. Three new perfectly round simple eyes slowly opened up from around the hard exoskeleton, just above his antenna. Unlike his human eyes, they were more like domes, shining in the light of the bblue and orange filtered sunlight from the window, arranged with two at the top and one at the bottom. Dan’s new set of eyes peered forwards as he leaned his head around, finding that he could twist his neck much further than before, and spied the motel room he’d been trapped inside, the one he’d been unable to escape. The combination of trinocular vision and an overall awareness of light and movement around his whole body; gave Dan an unparalleled sense of place within the room. Along with his antennae, he could see the room in a hundred different ways, and to be without such acute senses would feel like a downgrade at this point. 

Dan’s body shivered with delight as a shivering sensation of heat and orgasmic pleasure shuddered through his abdomen, suddenly feeling a swelling he felt a swelling behind the tip of his abdomen. He turned his head around to see his newly developing wings stretching out, which appeared quite damp at first, but rapidly began to dry in the head that poured through the window. Using the new muscles in his back, he began to shake and buzz his wings, producing a horrifyingly loud buzzing sound that he heard not through his earless head, but between his legs. He could somehow hear the sounds as vibrations, rather than objective noise between his four strong legs that held up his swelling abdomen, thin thorax and strong pincers.

He chattered with his mouthparts, scraping his pincers and forelegs against his antennae while buzzing his wings happily, seemingly happy with his form. It felt strange to be content with such a body, yet Dan didn’t feel any less of himself than before he remembered everything, what happened, how it happened, what he was before, and what he’d become; he simply didn’t care. 

Instead he felt a new urge, a need…more powerful than hunger or thirst. Using his four strong mantis legs, he crawled over to the bathroom door, and found the light switch dangling from the ceiling. Using his pincers, he grabbed the cord and tugged on it, turning the bathroom light on and illuminating the toilet, sink and shower.

Dan somehow knew what he needed to do, and the clear sticky secretion from his abdomen began to ooze even more prominently. The claws tipping his legs dug into the wall surrounding the open shower, his forearms dug into the weak tiled surface as he straddled the wall, holding himself up on the side and eased the tip of his throbbing abdomen into the shower. He shuddered with blissful release as a wave of relaxation washed over him, as more of the sticky liquid started squirting from his insectile collateral glands on the underside of his abdomen, and slowly but surely he began to build something. He shivered with delight, as each squirt from the glands seemed to send a wave of climactically sensual pleasure through his abdomen, making the act of building a pleasurable one. While he worked away with his abdomen, he twisted his antennae around into his mouthparts, tasting his own spit as he cleaned them, scraping away any residue and cleaning them. After cleaning his antenna he remembered that his shirt and bandana had remained hanging from his thin thorax all this time, and decided to remove all but one piece of his human clothing. Without hesitation, he reached up with his tartus and grabbed the fabric of his shirt and tore it apart. After shredding his t-shirt, he pulled the remains off his thorax and threw it aside, leaving his red bandana hanging from his neck as he slowly resumed his task of construction. He stayed there for what felt like an hour or two, until he turned his head around, using his compound eye to spy what he’d built.

A huge light brown egg casing stood before him, adhered to the walls and floor of the shower. He realised that it was probably about the size of an adult human lying against the wall. He felt the wall of the oothecal with the underside of his abdomen, shaping it and readying the interior for whatever came next. Dan realised he hadn’t a clue what he was doing, he followed whatever urge felt strongest, and the urge that came next felt more powerful and pleasurable than anything that’d come before.

Dan clicked his mandibles together with excitement, and moved the tip of his abdomen into place, pushing it against the open end of the egg sack. He knew what it meant now, what this was for and what he’d become. He felt the plates of chitin opening up around the tip of his abdomen, and a slick wet ovipositor slid out and swelled up. His abdomen shuddered with bliss as it began to throb and pulsate, each sudden jolt of pleasure brought with it a small transparent egg. Were Dan able to speak, he’d be screaming in pleasure, but unable to do so; he could only wiggle his mouthparts and click his mandibles together with ecstasy. The sheer orgasmic bliss of the act was enough to make him forget about everything before, he felt like he had a purpose. But Dan wasn’t male anymore, he’d become a powerful female mantis, with a need to produce a strong clutch of eggs. She didn’t know if she was truly female or simply asexual? She’d not copulated with a male, but was certainly quite able to lay eggs. Were those eggs infertile, or would she need to find a mate? These questions ran through her mind, yet the only thing which really mattered was laying and protecting her new clutch.

Wave after wave of pleasure pounded Dan’s abdomen, her throbbing plates stretched apart again and again to allow passage of the numerous eggs that left her ovipositor. The act was so instinctive, she didn’t even need to see what she was doing to know it was the right course of action. Her mind awash with sensual joy, continued to lay over and over again. Dan even tried counting them, but she lost count after a hundred and twenty two. Finally the last egg slid from the tip of her abdomen, and the pleasure slowly died down. The plates tipping her abdomen closed up as she pulled her ovipositor out from the sack. Using her collateral glands once more; she slowly began to close up the nest. Each squirt from the glands felt like a small jolt of pleasure, yet she knew it was just the muscles squeezing the glands to produce the fluid that made up her next. Regardless, it brought her great pleasure to not only build her next, but to take pride in the final product.

Finally she dismounted the wall, turning around and using her claws to slowly crawl back onto the floor, and turned her head to see a huge bulging egg sack secured to the wall. She felt a certain motherly pride in her clutch, and she was determined to keep them safe until they hatched…if they hatched.

Dan began searching the room, and wiggling her antennae she found that the stench of chemicals had begun to dissipate. She didn’t know what would happen next, how she would feel about leaving her young alone. As she pondered her next action, her collateral glands began to throb again, and her abdomen began to pulsate once more. Dan started to wonder if she would really need to lay eggs again so soon. She chittered happily to herself as she mounted the wall again and began to build yet another nest, seeing absolutely no harm in building another few just in case she needed to keep more of her future offspring safe.