Queen Chrysalis Pregnancy by Evan555alpha

Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25782601/

**WEEK 1:** She knew it had happened. Everything had gone according to plan. Nine months from now, she'd be mother to practically a whole new hive. Even though this wasn't the first time she had done her part to populate the Hive, no amount of preparation would prepare her for the morning sickness that occurred during her first week.

**WEEK 2:** Over the last week, she had noticed the gradual shrinkage of her bustline. At this point, her breasts are to what they used to be, as basketballs are to beach balls. All of that stored love, shapeshifted away into a more condensed form. The severity of shrinkage is usually an indicator of the size of the pregnancy. At this rate, Chrysalis knew she was in for a *big* one.

**WEEK 3:** Her belly had started protruding out a little, now. A soft layer of pudge, to protect those lovely little eggs inside her. Her bust had also stopped shrinking, with each boob, whilst
still quite hefty, were now comparable to *actual* basketballs.

**WEEK 4:** Chrysalis monitors her growth, savouring every last little bit of love she's gained from showing off her now slightly more curvaceous body. She's gone ahead and had a specially designed kimono tailored to suit her needs, even if she may outgrow the midsection rather rapidly. A deep emerald green, with glistening golden highlights, this specially-made kimono has a few inches to spare around the chest and hips.

**WEEK 5:** It's no secret to the remaining inhabitants of Chrysalis' Hive that she has a (not so) guilty pleasure of wearing (and destroying) ill-fitting clothes when doing her duties as Queen. A suit, with some measurements that may have fit on her two weeks ago, is currently under strain
and barely holding onto itself, as it tries to hide all five of Chrysalis' onyx orbs, and rather styligh lingerie, underneath it. What few changelings that are around can't help but stare at the poor set of clothing, and some go so far as to fantasise about taking the suit's place. This just means that there's all the more background love for Chrysalis to eat, feeding the ever-growing clutch of eggs inside her.

**WEEK 6:** Chrysalis' belly now protrudes about three or four inches out from her body now. There isn't much that she can do to hide it, not that she put much effort into doing so in the first place.

**WEEK 7:** Many a belly (and whole body, really) rub have been had by the changeling queen, each one taking longer than the last. This one was different, though, as she employed the help of one of the 'lings closest to her. This ling was more than happy to oblige to the queen's orders; he was one of the guys who fantasised about taking that suit's place a few weeks back.

**WEEK 8:** It was this week that Chrysalis got a specialised set of delicate lingerie made for her. Sparkling Emerald, Peridot, and Apatite, all carefully set into the intricate patterns adorning
the edges of the dark grey fabric, and Tanzanite, Sapphire, and Garnet gems sewn into the
embroidered patterns that embellish the fabric itself. All designed with a *few* weeks into the
future, of course.

**WEEK 9:** More duties to attend to during this week, and each day it's getting just that little bit harder for her 'lings to pay attention to what she's saying, and not just stare at her
ever-expanding belly. However, putting up with that is well worth the amount of love that she's able to consume from it all. This is also the week that her special, jewel-encrusted set of lingerie is finished. Of course, this means wearing it during the first private moment she got that day. And wear it she did. That lingerie hugged her curves like nothing else.

**WEEK 10:** Eighteen inches. That's now how far her belly sticks out. If any of her normal
clothing fit her before, it doesn't now. Her chest has also started to make it's slow comeback.
However, this time, instead of being love that gives them most of their mass, it's Changeling
Milk. They've reclaimed just under two inches back to their former selves.

**WEEK 11:** She was now starting to notice the effect that this pregnancy of hers was having on her appetite. At this rate, she'd soon have to be begging her drones to spare any and all love
they can to support her growing form.

**WEEK 12:** Chrysalis, at this point, is mainly resting as much as she can to prepare for her
upcoming moulting. Tiring work, shedding your skin. Until then, one of the few other things that she could do between her duties to the Hive, and resting, was belly rubs. And lots of them.

**WEEK 13:** The time had finally arrived. Plans had been made in her schedule beforehand. It was time to moult. Only one 'ling was lucky enough to witness the entire debacle. Hours were spent, more than usual, due to the pregnancy, taking huge chunks of her tough, black (and edible, too) chitin off, exposing the soft, white, translucent, and *extremely* sensitive body underneath. Seeing Chrysalis in such an exposed, delicate (and probably somewhat terrifying) state is truly a sight to behold, and it not something that anyone other than a handful of changelings have seen. Hours more were spent waiting around for the new layer of chitin to form, taking on the more well known onyx, opaque, more solid form. During those hours, That lucky 'ling, and Chrysalis, both admired the view they got of her eggs (and innards).

**WEEK 14:** Twenty-three inches was the go to now, when it came to talking about the queen's largest globe. That's how far it jutted out from her ever-expanding curvaceous form. There was no effort at all by the queen done to even try to hide her belly anymore. Nothing she wore could completely cover it. After all, she loved the exposure, almost as much as her other 'lings did.

**WEEK 15:** One trimester down, two to go. Chrysalis absolutely loved how big she was getting. Large enough to pin the lucky little 'ling under her gravid form, that got to look after her
in the evenings. It was these private times that Chrysalis brought out that kimono of hers, even if
the midsection had long been outgrown.

**WEEK 16:** The changeling queen was starting to notice how much taller she was getting. Before all this, she stood at a proud 6'7", and now she stands 7'10". The added height was just one of the many things that a changeling's body does to prevent immobility during later stages. At this rate of growth, Chrysalis knew she was going to be *huge*. And she *loved* that idea.

**WEEK 17:** Another week, another relatively small growth spurt. At this point, Chrysalis looked as though she was at a pony's full term. Most ponies wouldn't ever get to know the feeling of being so huge. However, some of the ponies that she'd been keeping an eye on, Twilight and her friends, seemed to have done *something*, as they all had managed to not only get themselves pregnant at around the same time, but they were much larger than she had
anticipated.

**WEEK 18:** It's gotten to the point where Chrysalis has to pay more attention to where she's
going; Her belly, now standing out some two and a half feet in front of her, is starting to bump
into things, and other changelings. Either way, it's a sign that she's getting bigger, which is an
absolutely wonderous thought for Chryssie.

**WEEK 19:** Cravings, cravings, cravings. More love to eat is always a good thing, but to
Chrysalis, it sometimes isn't enough. Full to bursting, and still wanting more. Can't have too
much, though, otherwise she'll shorten her pregnancy by a week or two, and she wants to get
as much enjoyment out of being this big for as long as possible.

**WEEK 20:** Only halfway through, and already she's grown to the size of a comical beach ball. There's some hive entrances that she won't be able to go through soon, as she's starting to scrape the edges, no matter which way she tries to go through it. Her chest has made quite the comeback, too, to about a third of what they used to be. Her special lingerie may not be able to take much more of this; the top has already become a cup size or two too small, and the panties are starting to squeeze that extra layer of pudge around her hips.

**WEEK 21:** Even though many of the drones that remain around the Hive have seen it nearly
every day for the past twenty odd weeks, practically all of them can't help but stare at Chrysalis as she goes around on her day to day duties. The way she's modified her posture, the things that she has to be careful of, the 'lings that she has to avoid walking in to because she can't see below both her chest and her belly. All to help her maneuver her gargantuan form.

**WEEK 22:** The day finally arrived. Her special maternity lingerie just couldn't take her curvy
form any more. Even with all its stretchiness, not even that could hold back the giant milk tanks
that are Chrysalis' bosom, nor could it hold back her grandiose booty. By the end of this week, this set of lingerie lay in pieces over the floor of Chrysalis' private chambers. She got it framed, to serve as a reminder of what her voluptuous form is capable of.

**WEEK 23:** Four feet and nine inches. Fifty. Seven. Inches. There are now parts of the hive
that she can't access anymore, due to the sheer size of her belly. At this point, Chrysalis has no
hope of reaching her own belly button under her own power. It's just too big. But not big enough for her. No, Chrysalis will strive to be as big as possible, even if it means needing the aid of
several other changelings to help with her daily belly massages.

**WEEK 24:** Chrysalis noticed that she can't bend down to pick things up anymore; her belly's big enough to get in the way. At least beforehand she could bend down a little, but now, she can't bend down at all. The weather's starting to finish warming up, too. Summer's practically here.

**WEEK 25:** Another specialty outfit was asked for this week. This time, a rather revealing, acidic green bikini. Revealing on her, at least. A normal changeling wouldn't be able to wear it. The straps on the top are easily over three feet long, and the patches of fabric that made it up are easily as big as one's torso. The bottoms are large enough that two changelings could stand in one leg hole each, albeit quite close together.

**WEEK 26:** Beach time for the Changeling Queen. Summer's here, and she's ready to go all in. Everything ready, Chrysalis, and some of her closest drones, head down to the local beach.
About half an hour alone was spent putting suncream all over the queen's body. With each breast about twice the size of her own torso, and a belly that's over twice as big as that, it's quite understandable. Even though it was specially made not even a week ago, Chrysalis' bikini was already looking a little tight around the edges, however, it held true throughout the entire ordeal. Even though the fabric pieces that made up the top were comparable to a drone, Chrysalis' areolae were starting to peek through the edges. Her nipples were quite sizeable, no longer able to fit in one's mouth. The cool ocean water felt nice over her body; it had been quite some time since the queen had been able to bathe, and submerge herself under water completely. The facilities back at the hive, even in her own chambers, simply weren't designed to house such an immense body. At this point, Chrysalis' belly stuck out a little over six and a half feet. However, Chrysalis herself stood some eight feet tall. The waves upon waves of love that she was receiving, from both other beachgoers and her own 'lings, were almost enough to sate her
stupendous appetite. So much so that she almost forgot to limit herself to how much she consumed, and possibly hastened her pregnancy by a day or three. The growth effect of the love was both immediate and prominent; Then and there, almost an inch was added to her belly's size, and her bikini top groaned underneath the increased load that it had to bear. However strained, it kept itself from snapping. For now.

**WEEK 27:** The bed in her private chambers has started to groan whenever Chrysalis is upon
it. Supporting her massive girth has proven quite the challenge for the heart shaped structure.
To Chrysalis, the very idea that her own mass was causing stress to her bed was exhilarating.
Just hearing all the little creaks it made with every movement she made was enough to send
her into a lustful frenzy, which, in turn, only made the bed louder.

**WEEK 28:** It's getting harder and harder for Chrysalis to get out of bed each morning. That
massive belly of hers, combined with the two orbs on her chest, make a once simple task not all
that simple. She's already surpassed the size she would've been, had this been a normal changeling pregnancy, however this one was unusually big. Intentionally, of course. Chrysalis knew that she was going to get *big*, however, this size might have been a tad unprecedented.

**WEEK 29:** It's amazing what one's body can do in response to change. Beforehand, Chrysalis didn't have anywhere near as much muscle as she does now. Now, though, she's got muscle plenty to spare, all topped off with a, what she claims to be 'protective', layer of pudge. Said pudge only came around due to the vast amounts of love she's been consuming.

**WEEK 30:** More and more parts of the Hive continue to become inaccessible to Chrysalis as
she continues to grow. Thankfully, most of these are unimportant to her needs; she doesn't need to waltz around, going in and out of every 'lings private chamber. However, it has caused some disruptions to Hive duties; some have needed to be moved out to a more public area of the hive, mainly so that Chrysalis has a chance to move around.

**WEEK 31:** Moulting time again. This time, with the help of about half a dozen little 'lings.
There was no way that she'd be able to shed all on her own. Not at her size. Chrysalis couldn't
even reach her own nipples, let alone her own belly button, which had by now, started to stick
out quite a bit.

**WEEK 32:** She could feel them moving around, sometimes. Just the occasional twitch here
and there, however there were periods of increased movement; a chaotic mess of vibrations caused be each egg twitching at a different time. They didn't last long, though, which Chrysalis both loved and hated. She was thankful that they didn't last all that long, as the less active ones could be quite uncomfortable after a while, but at the same time, she loved how she was sometimes brought to near orgasm because of the more active ones; the sudden cut off before getting off was quite unwelcome.

**WEEK 33:** As the weeks go by, simply moving around is starting to become cumbersome.
Her size meant that even just walking around took great effort. Thankfully, her changeling
physiology meant that muscles were developed quite fast, and were enough to allow her to move. Underneath her body's layer of pudge was quite the set of well-defined muscles. Walking was quite tiring, though. Every two dozen or so yards, she had to rest on top of her belly to catch her breath. Leaning on walls would've spelt disaster,  but she knew better than to let herself come crashing through some poor 'ling's living room wall.

**WEEK 34:** Most meetings that Chrysalis had to attend were now either held just outside her
private chambers, or within them. Otherwise, her entire schedule would be delayed, sometimes
upwards of half an hour, due to how long it could end up taking her to walk from place to place.
Flying was out of the question. There was no way that her wings would ever be able to lift her
off the ground for even a second, let alone let her actually *fly* anywhere. Even with magical
enhancements, the best she could manage was getting her feet off the ground. Both her breasts and her belly were simply too heavy for her now-meagre wings, meaning they never left the ground.

**WEEK 35:** Beach time again for the bulbous bug queen. It took about half a dozen other drones to help her get to the beach, but to them, it was completely worth getting that close and actually getting to touch the queen's belly. With her permission, of course. It took her nearly twenty minutes, but she was finally able to don her green bikini from all those weeks ago. The poor thing was under even more pressure now; her breasts had over doubled in volume, her belly even more so, and the top's straps were just under as long as they could be last time. Now, they're as long as possible, but even now, they're under a large amount of tension. The two large tarps that made up the cups on the bikini top did barely anything to cover up her
breasts, though this is how Chrysalis preferred it; a normal bikini on a normal 'ling, (albeit, far
too large to be worn) and essentially a micro-bikini on her. They only just covered her giant
nipples, which were each now about the size of her head, leaving most of her giant areolae exposed for the world to see. Even through her top, her nipples were very defined, only serving to further show off how tight her top is. The three straps down the middle had ridges running parallel to them, showing off the workload they were under to try and keep the two soft, immense onyx orbs together. The bottom one was starting to dig in to the top of her ebony bug belly, due to the sheer weight of each mound of flesh that was at either end of it. Her bikini bottoms, though they used to cover at least half of her bubble bug butt all those weeks ago, now barely even covered an inch from the waist. They rode up as far as possible, making
themselves look more like a G-string than anything else. It was a wonder that Chrysalis was able to put them on at all; with how much they were digging in to her waist, it was a complete mystery as to how she got them over her supermassive ass, regardless of how soft and squishy her cheeks may be. The cold water was refreshing; her own buoyancy taking some of the weight off of her frame, allowing her to relax a little bit more than usual. Her hair glistened under the summer sky. Eventually, though, waves started forming. They were small at first, however, they quickly grew in size. Not too soon after, a rather large one hit Chrysalis front on. It wasn't powerful enough to knock her down, but it was enough to send her poor bikini top over the edge; the two topmost straps snapped, letting each breast sag a little more down each side of her tremendous belly. The weight of all that breast flesh was starting to take its toll on the last remaining strap; a large hole had begun to appear in the middle of it, with nary but a few threads hanging on for dear life, as they did their best to keep the bikini top from splitting apart
altogether. All the resulting movement, however, was enough to allow half of her nipple to peek out from under the still taut cloth cover. Her entire swimsuit groaned and creaked at each little
movement she made, threatening to give way at the slightest wrong movement. Her near-spherical belly glistened as water dripped down it, almost tickling Chrysalis as it did so. The cool water felt absolutely amazing all over her like that.

**WEEK 36:** There was a bit of a scare this week. A rather poorly timed contraction feeling,
which occurred when her eggs were being quite active, led to the erroneous thought that it was
time to go into labor. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. There were still another four weeks to go,
and Chrysalis wasn't about to give up being huge anytime soon. What it did prove, though, was
that the hive was practically not ready at all for Chrysalis' labor, which was going to be *huge*.

**WEEK 37:** Everyone else in the Hive was starting to run out of words to describe just how huge Chrysalis had gotten. She was *big*. There was no two ways about it. Her belly was almost as tall as she was, and with the two mounds of breast adorning the top of it, they were lucky if they could see her face through her cleavage. It stuck out even more so, making it difficult for her to turn around inside some of the narrower hallways in the hive, where she probably shouldn't be, anyways. Her belly button was a huge outie, about the size of one of her nipples. She was getting quite tall, too, standing just over eight and a half feet tall. Her day to day clothes consisted of bedsheets, simply because nothing else of hers would fit, and they
were able to be changed along with her growth.

**WEEK 38:** This week was the first week that Chrysalis needed the help of her drones to be
able to even get out of bed. Its softness just means that she ends up sinking quite a ways into it. The next two weeks or so were going to be the toughest yet. Chrysalis knew that she was going
to get big throughout all of this, but her current size, and whatever size she got to over the next
two weeks, were simply unheard of. She relished the thought of getting bigger. To celebrate, she had another fancy set of lingerie tailored to her massive body, not too dissimilar to the set she had made previously.

**WEEK 39:** Although the hive had been preparing for several weeks prior, this was the week
that Chrysalis practically commanded them to go full bore. With only a week left to her pregnancy, (or so she thought at the time) It wasn't exactly long before she'd be in labor. She had started lactating, too. Quite a lot. By the end of the week, there were already a few dozen mason jars full of milk.

**WEEK 40:** Week forty. The supposed final week. It was this week that Chrysalis decided that
she wanted to find out if she could become overdue, even if it was only a few days or so. She didn't want to give up her gargantuan form, even with all the drawbacks that came with it. She enjoyed how sensitive everything was, and how destructive her body could be to clothing that was now too small for her, and various objects. Just the thought of breaking a bra filled her with glee. This was also the week that her new set of lingerie was finished, though by now, everything had an extra inch or two on top of it. She planned on waiting another week or sobefore wearing it, though.

**WEEK 41:** One week overdue. It was a slight uphill battle, but Chrysalis' resolve was strong
enough that she pushed through it. Fighting the contractions, nature's instinct, and that niggling
little voice in the back of her head chanting "Lay. Lay. Lay." was starting to take its toll on her.
By the end of the week, she decided to wear her lingerie each day; she wanted to be wearing it
before she went into labor. The lingerie was tight, digging in deeply into the soft flesh that made up her belly and bosom. The translucent material that draped itself over her like a nightie, did barely anything to cover her up. When she went to bed on the last day, there was a rather loud crash that came from her chambers. That was the night that her bed, even though it was a tough one, finally gave way to the gravid bug queen. It just couldn't hold up against the vast weight of the pregnant changeling. There was no point in repairing the bed properly until her pregnancy was over, so she resigned to having the damaged bed frame removed, and slept on the mattress laid out on the floor instead.

**WEEK 42:** For the first four days, things had been like the previous week: Fighting instinct,
and restricting movement to only necessary things. By the fifth, it was an uphill battle. She may
be a powerful, strong willed changeling leader, but not even she could ignore the call of nature
forever. The preparations for the nursery parts of the Hive had been completed two weeks earlier, and since then, they had been playing the waiting game. It was on the seventh day that everything happened. It was that morning that she found herself practically immobile. When she got around to sitting up, it was then that her lingerie burst down the middle. Each giant bra cup now lay to either side of her. She did her best to remove the bottoms, managing to wiggle them off, and threw them to the side. She called two of her drones to come and act as a makeshift bra; each drone kneeling under a breast, doing their best to hold it up so that its weight didn't put any strain on Chrysalis. Not too soon after, she started lactating. A lot. Milk was practically gushing out of her, dripping down the sides of her breasts, and down the faces of the drones supporting them. They did their best to lap up as much as possible, to make sure none of it went to waste. Although there were no real benefits to drinking changeling milk as an adult, it was both delicious and filling. As each hour passed, the contractions grew stronger and stronger. Chrysalis was amazed that she had managed to last this long. Even this far in, her growth never faltered. The size difference of her between this morning and now was enough to make her
completely immobile. With the contractions, she could see the outside of her belly become rigid
and tense. Some, she could even feel her belly raise a few inches off the ground, even if it was
just for a short moment. That voice in her head was constantly growing louder, little by little. As
much as she resisted, she couldn't hold back the urge to start laying forever. She was sweating
profusely. Two small puddles of milk were on either side of her, soaking the ruined lingerie. About an hour later, it happened. One final, giant contraction happened. Her ebony bug belly was raised a few inches off of the floor. Her boobs surged a little, too, spurting out a spray of
milk everywhere. Her milk production had gone into overdrive. A loud ***SPLOOOSH*** was heard as Chrysalis released a wave of protective biotic fluid. She was filled to the brim with ecstasy, and was brought to orgasm near instantaneously. She squealed with delight, and continued to moan as her body started the long process of releasing every single egg. The Hive's inhabitants took her squeal as the signal to make a mad dash for her chambers, so that the eggs could be put into the nursery as they were laid. Chrysalis was now reduced to a
blubbering, drooling mess of bliss and incoherent noises. Her body was on full autopilot, and her
mind elsewhere, consumed by the pleasure that laying was giving her. Egg after egg came out,
each one handled with the utmost care from the changeling handling it. For the first hour or so,
Chrysalis couldn't string a complete sentence together to save her life; all that came out of her
mouth were an odd series of squeals and moans, with the odd coherent word scattered throughout. She was like this for the first couple of hours. However, as the pleasure began to wear off, her mind became less and less clouded, and her judgement made its return. By this time, she was over half way done with the laying, and her innate shapeshifting abilities kept her from looking horrifying. There was nothing conscious about her laying; once it had started, there was no stopping it. Throughout the past few hours, those helpful 'lings were also milking Chrysalis for all she had, only slightly out-pacing the rate at which her body produced it.
Chrysalis was completely exhausted by the end of the entire ordeal, and in the end, let herself
sleep on the very same bed that she was immobile on only some hours before. All of the eggs were in their nursery, properly looked after, waiting to hatch in a week or two. No feeling could match being the proud mother of another whole generation of changelings.