Chronicles of the Overfiend

Volume Two
The Birthing Chamber

Prologue

The first attempt by the Overfiends to bring forth their champion had been a failure; despite the perfect impregnation of a human host by the Infiltrators' the carries of their lords DNA. Their second attempt had also been successful; until the humans interrupted the birth; destroying the Daemonite youngling in a weakened and vulnerable condition. Even more disturbing was the loss of all but one of the Infiltrators. He was now the key; the last carrier of the Daemonite seed, the one force that could change the tide of the five year war with humanity. And he was evolving; becoming the perfect breeder; for without their knowledge, the last and first infiltrator was becoming the very creature they wished to bring about; a hybrid of human and Overfiend but still, still they needed a proper host, and to find one the Overfiends would need to hunt.

The Trap

Three months had passed since the hinted rumors of a new and more deadly subtype of the dimensional invaders known as the Overfiends filtered through the world of the United Confederation of Governments. The leading researcher of this new species was a young doctor named Jaime Hammer; a brilliant scientist; the twenty two year old doctor was sometimes looked down upon by the top heads of the UCG, partially due to her youth, her unmarried status and that she was literally about to pop with young; but Jaime had the ear and approval of Head Marshal Ajax Hammer and that was more than enough to force the leaders of the world to listen.
"The  Daemonite is the perfect breeding machine. One of these creatures could easily impregnate two dozen women in one breeding; resulting in the birth of thirty-six to forty-eight Overfiend young in less than a ten hour time. Meaning if given one week; one hundred and sixty eight hours, the enemies population could jump six to eight thousand in number; all birthed by one single Daemonite.
So far two cases have been thwarted, both were successful due to the sacrifice of Lt. Commander Jelena Jensen; host of the first attempt. That pregnancy was terminated with great skill and effort from Dr. Kai Yo and...nngh...Dr. Drake Stevens."
She paused a moment and rubbed her massively fecund belly; the young doctor was now in her ninth month with big, healthy triplet girls and was in fact due any given day but she continued her research with passionate conviction. The gorgeous doctor caught her breath and gently massaged a slight sore spot where one of her girls had kicked her, it was getting considerably cramped within her massive gravidity but Jamie could care less; she loved being pregnant and everything that came with it.
Her attire was as modest as possible; a stylish black over coat that was buttoned low enough to be sexy but high enough to garner respect, despite that her bosom stretched the material greatly. It was buttoned just above the out stretching horizon of her enormous pregnancy. The upper half of her nearly four plus feet of belly was covered in a tight sea-blue lycra top that seemed nearly transparent over the vast orb; leaving the lower slope bare to view. Tight, taunt flesh, riddled with dark stretch marks, the soft honey colored skin seemed to shine she was so full with life. Her babies were huge for her petite frame and still grew even though she was close to her due date. As she paused, her companion, Dr. Kai Yo took over.
The attractive euro Asian waddled up to the podium as Jaime stepped back to sit, trying to settle her enormous baby filled gravidity. Kai was also pregnant and was now in her six month with quints; her fecundity nearly matching Jaimes' explosively swollen sphere. Her sweater was smart and comfortable, though it became impossibly tight over her obscenely enormous breast and could hardly cover her even larger, globe like belly; leaving the shiny, burgeoning sphere naked below the naval. Her black pants fit snuggly about her wide hips and thicker backside.
"The second case was stopped  during the birthing. Lt. Jensen and the members of  Teams Omega and Delta under Major Dow Yang and Col. Som Lee managed to catch the second Daemonite before it emerged from its mother; both were destroyed along with the small colony that was found... not in the militarized zone but fifty miles inland from the war area."
That brought forth a few frightened gasps and more angered curses. Dr. Yo continued.
" Basically ladies and gentlemen; if a Daemonite is born and mates only once a day these numbers will be our nightmare. But if it mates more than once a day; in a months time; we could simply be outnumbered."
There was a silence that filled the room until one of the more vocal skeptics spoke up in his typically southern voice.
"What if, what if the numbers are wrong Dr. Yo?"
It was Marshal Ajax who spoke next.
"Can we really afford to take that chance?"
Again silence. Dr. Hammer and Dr. Yo had made their point.


Military Research Outpost G788-2
Portland, Maine, Militarized Zone

They, his kind, had named him One; he was the first and last of his breed, the Infiltrator. His brothers were all dead but he, he had evolved and he was the last carrier of the Daemonite spawn. It was his time.

Foolishly the humans had taken One in; thinking him an officer, Lt. Jake Novell, long sense dead, believing he had escaped from the hells of the Overfiend colonies, which in fact the real Jake Novell had not, rather he perished during the creation of One and his brethren. Not so foolishly they kept him under constant surveillance; but the small outpost had females; more females than males; more doctors than military and he had a way with females; it was what he was made for.
Infecting the first doctor was quite easy; he was a Spawner as well as an Infiltrator and Overfiend; he was a blend of his kind forged into the body of a human. She would not be the mother of the Daemonite but she would make a good start. His sting had come swiftly and she hardly registered the effect. Next he took the two male guards watching him; One was quiet and quick and neither noticed the sting while helping him to the infirmary. Then he waited.
The changes were soon apparent as the female doctor; her name was Lisa, had noticeably fattened up over the two day span from her original infection. She was hiding it and well. Lisa knew and the infection had taken hold completely. Both the guards had been put under sick leave due to increasingly high fevers. By the third day; they were dead and so were the two male guards watching the security cameras.
Dr. Lisa Wen, her belly round and drum tight; dotted in light stretchmarks that were as clear as day waddled slowly into the brig. She looked at least six months along in a heavy pregnancy; her breasts had swollen into nice, heavy orbs that stretched out her shirt, the nipples stiff and almost piercing the fabric. Her sweat pants hung low on her widen hips, the curve of her belly pushing them even further down. One was ready.
She opened the magnetic seal to his cell and had hardly stepped forward when he was upon her, kissing her neck savagely; groping and squeezing her tender breasts like an animal in heat. The shirt was torn open, her plump udders falling free and she was pressed against the wall as he wrapped his mouth about a stiff nipple. He let one hand slip between her thighs, his alien claws emerging to open up a nice gap in her pants; leaving him clear access to her sex. Panting breathlessly Lisa stroked and rub the bulge in his pants but then her eyes shot open as the thick bulge squirmed and the soldiers pants exploded open.
Lisa yelped as she felt the two, bulky organs spear through the unnoticed gap in her sweats and directly into her wet quim, both forcing themselves into her tight sex. One, still sucking on her fat nipple, a hand caressing the round, taunt fullness of her pregnancy reached behind her with his other hand and with a long, razor like nail cut open the back of her sweats. His third thick cock slithered free and Lisa loosed an orgasmic, pained squeal as the serpentine thing slid into her rectum. One hoisted her up by her plump buttocks, wrapping her legs about his waist, her belly pressing into his abdomen as he thrust into her hungrily; she whimpered and moaned; sweat beading up and rolling off her swollen body.
Her dark brown hair clung to her face as One pulled from her saliva soaked nipple and kissed her desperately. Then Lisa groaned as another snaking organ shot down her throat from Ones' mouth and instinctively she began sucking it off. One would have grinned if he could but his climax was close and he pumped harder and faster into the host for his Overfiends. He would have to expatiate their gestation and birth but it was a small matter.
She felt him twitch, then stiffen and then came the hot thick spurts of semen. Lisa gagged as her throat was filled and yet she tried hard to swallow every spurting drop. So caught up in the moment she hardly noticed her belly slowly filling up with alien seed, becoming fatter, rounder and heavier until the Lt. Novell placed her on the ground; all four tentacle like organs still pumping fluids into her ever expanding womb. Finally they withdrew, greenish cum dribbling from her lips and her pants were stained with it but none of that mattered as Lisa stroked her full, enormously gravid belly. She looked as if she were in her ninth month with a healthy set of twins when One had withdrawn but her fecund orb just kept growing; becoming rounder and heavier with every breath, her breasts slowly following suite until she felt the trickles of fluid seep from her engorged nipples. Her pale flesh was so dark with stretch marks as Lisa continued to grow; now whimpering as the pressure within her womb began to peak and the weight was becoming unbearable. Desperate to give her swelling girth room she spread her legs wide, the gravid sphere looking as if she held a large dozen within the tightening confines of her flesh and now she felt her young move, squirming and churning within the space that was increasingly becoming to small for their expanding forms.
Lisa could no longer feel the pain in her chest, her massive breasts now the size of her head leaking freely in almost a constant spray as her belly, marred with dark stretchmarks, thick bulging veins and mapped with smaller ones quivered before her, the flesh so taunt it shined in the eerie light from the cell; her entire body glistened wetly with sweat. Looking up she saw him; handsome, mysterious and alien. In her last moments she knew he was not Lt. Jake Novell but something far more deadly, but none of it mattered as her belly tightened and contracted painfully.
She gasped as her belly formed a secondary bulge and  from that the skin stretched terribly and then retracted and repeated the process, faster each time. Blood trickled from Lisas' lip as her body pushed free the young within. The pressure was so intense, the feeling of her flesh being pulled and stretched beyond its means, the searing heat and orgasmic release hit her in one last moment as she groaned in agonized pleasure; her belly bursting open with a sickening sound as three young Overfiends tore themselves free.
He had sped up the gestation of these Overfiends and knew in a day or so they would die for lack of development but he had that day to use them and he would. One waited as they devoured their "mother" and stood, still dripping with blood and gore from doomed Lisa.
"Kill the males. Breed with the females. I need two...one for feed and one to host our Spawn. The hosts of our Daemonite will come to us.

Three Overfiends against a dozen soldiers is hardly fair, especially if the attack is expected. Three Overfiends against a small host of soldiers and scientist, all unsuspecting is a slaughter. Within two hours the outpost was theirs. He let them send the distress call before cutting communications and the brig made a perfect breeding chamber. The four remaining males were dead; leaving eight females. One female he quickly turned into a Feeder as the humans had deemed them; her body swollen until it was a grotesquely round sphere of liquid fat which the remaining seven would feed off of; fattening as he and his lower brothers impregnated the lot. One was going to enjoy himself.

It had all happened so fast. No alarm, no warning. She could still see Tyce getting his head torn from his shoulders and Bean get gutted; the Overfiend came from nowhere. Before she could even get armed she had been slammed face first on a table, her pants torn open and then Prvt. Tisha Combs was raped, the hot alien cum splashing her insides almost instantly. Then all went black.
She awoke groggily and in pain. Tisha was sore between her legs, her chest and belly ached and throbbed and she couldn't move. Her legs and arms were bend awkwardly and held fast by something stronger than steel. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness she could see the nightmare before her. Looking down, beyond the immense wealth of cleavage formed by her entombed breasts, she could see her own gravid belly jutting forward and hanging heavy and painfully low as if her young were entering the final days of birth. In her mind she guessed herself nine months heavy with triplets, her bronzed flesh was littered in stretchmarks and worse, she could feel it growing, the creatures within her growing as well. It wouldn't be long before they came out and Tisha whimpered at the thought.  In what used to be their brig, the remaining females were imprisoned; all of them sporting nice, big bellies of various size; all of them cocooned to the walls expect Sylvia and Janice; the two officers at the outpost.
Poor Sylvia was on the ground, arched across a hard mound of webbing, her legs bend back and encased tightly; as well as her arms and her breasts; now monstrous balloons were held aloft, the nipples stiff and leaking but her belly, her belly was frightening. It was a big fat ball of smooth flesh; stretchmarks wrapping about the globular mountain to emphasize the shear mass of her gravidity which rested a good five feet before her. What was terrifying was the huge sphere was still growing because Sylvia was sucking hungrily on a writhing tentacle of flesh which Tisha traced back to...to Janice who was a mockery of her former lithe body. She was a globe of fat; literally a fleshy ball of meat with only a head and little points that may have been hands. A Feeder, that is what her briefing had mentioned before, what the Overfiends used to fatten their hosts and now; now she was feeding all of them except Tisha but then looking more closely the blonde Prvt. cried out as the last tentacle shot forward from the undulating sphere of meat and slithered down her throat. A meaty substance pour down her gut and Tisha whimpered as she felt herself begin to plump up.
Reflexively gulping down the meaty stew Tisha looked around. Though she was big, or at least felt that way, the others were enormous. Private Mona Fischer, a pale Irish girl with short cut black hair hung opposite Sylvia, her distended mound dark with stretching and bulging veins, the hugely gravid sphere hanging painfully low as she gulped voraciously at Janices' meaty feed. Dr. Mika Tan, plump to begin with was gargantuan. The beefy Asian was low to the ground, her belly a monstrous mountain of flesh, the taunt golden skin rippling with movement as her young rapidly matured, her dark eyes mere slits as she unconsciously fed, her girth slowly inching bigger and bigger. Tisha knew who would birth first.
Bethany Young, M.D. Bethanys' mocha colored flesh was sweaty and glistened in the light. Her huge breasts were squeezed tightly together and her belly looked like a balloon ready to pop. The light brown stretchmarks focused on where her naval once was but now was a dark, bruised area and Tisha could see the quiver and pulsing of movement. Poor Bethany was close to bursting as well. Still her head bobbed up and down on the tentacle as she was fed and fattened.
Professor Gabrielle James, half African American and half Asian was directly across Tisha. She was sleeping but being force fed and was as fat as possible. Her face was now round and everything was thicker but her chest was filled to the brim, so much so she leaked in small steams. Her belly was as massive and round as Mikas', the flesh quivering with the need to burst and still it grew. Oh Tisha couldn't imagine the pressure but feeling how heavy she was becoming she knew she would. She whimpered as something in her belly squirmed and pushed against her too taunt sides.
Diane looked different from the others and immediately Tisha knew. When all the girls gave birth, Diane was to be their first full meal. Her legs and arms spread akimbo auburn haired Diane was all belly. The massive sphere quivered with fullness, the fat jiggling with every growing breath as the poor girl fed savagely; her soft brown eyes catching the blue orbs of Tisha and each shed a single tear.
Hours passed and the seven grazed like cattle. Tisha had now grown to the size of Mika and Gabrielle, both whom had no more room to swell and just got fatter, plumper as their bellies drew closer to the inevitable. Her breasts now spilled over the cocooning strands, her enormous gravidity nearly brushed the metal, organic strewn floor, the creatures within far more active now, causing poor Tisha to gasp between swallows.
Janice had shrunk very little meaning that they all were going to get extremely big. Though it was hard to think, Tisha remember a three to twelve day incubation period. She'd burst far before then but as time passed her own fecundity began to surpass all in the room. Then he came; the mysterious Lt. Novell. As he passed each of the females; stroking their explosive gravidity with loving care he made his way before Tisha.
"I want you too know that within grow three generals of my kind", and Tisha squirmed slightly but was far to heavy to move much, "your friend will feed them", as he glanced to Diane, "you will be last to deliver and yet the largest of them all. But they need help and I will give it to them...I hope you are ready."
She was too big see what he was doing but as soon as the three snaking organs penetrated her distended, engorge womb Tisha cried; even as her hyper-sensitive sex exploded in an orgasmic wave. He stroked her gorgeous sweat covered fecundity as his cocks easily squirmed in and out of her causing Tishas' mind to reel with pleasure; horrible and unwanted but there none the less. Her mouth full with a tentacle only her muffled orgasmic moans escaped as he easily brought her to climax. Almost as soon as it began it ended as One shuddered slightly then Tisha felt the hot spunk exploded within her and immediately began to grow. All of it was so overwhelming the Prvt. fell unconscious  seconds later. she should have been thankful.

A low groan awakened her and slowly Tisha opened her eyes. Still foggy the impregnated soldier tried hard to focus but was dismayed when everything became clear. First her belly was beyond words; a fat, gravid egg sack was what it looked like and it dwarfed everyone in the chamber. The flesh as tight and taunt as she could imagine; the pressure made her nauseas, the stretchmarks had darkened it beyond comprehension and she could feel them within her, slowly eating through her fat to tear free and it hurt incredibly. Despite the pain Tisha fought through the haze and could see Janice was dead, eaten to a dried out husk. Diane was crying and her eyes were transfixed on Tishas' throbbing belly. Trying not to think on what was soon to happen, even as she herself grimaced as her pregnancy contracted Tisha turned to see Mika in the last stages of birth.
Her belly was tremendous, the apex was bruised and red, pulsating violently as she groaned through the moment. A massive bugle emerged from her too big gravidity and Mika gasped, blood splattering her lips as the bulge surged forward suddenly and the huge sphere burst open in a grotesque spray of fluid and gore but from it all emerged a monstrous quartet of Overfiends; each turning on their host and hungrily fed. Mona vomited on herself and then gasped in terror. Her head lurched backward as her own monstrous, pink and red belly surged forth, contracting as the Overfiends prepared to birth. Bethany cried out as well; her belly throbbing expectantly. They writhed and groaned, gritting in pain as the creatures within slowly began to emerge. With a last deep plea for help Bethany burst open; five monsters spilling free. Moments later Mona screamed in agonized terror as her brood exploded from her inhuman womb.
Only Tisha, Sylvia and Gabrielle remained. Sweat was pouring down Tisha for she could feel her generals getting closer to the surface, her nine feet of belly pulsating with expectancy. It would be soon.