Chronicles of the Overfiend 2

Diane whimpered softly. Her belly; so incredibly full of fat throbbed and quivered as she reached her own bursting point. The flesh of her explosive swell was littered with dark stretchmarks and painful bruises. Her fat breasts rested heavily on either side of the tremendous mountain of meat distended before her. She had shed her tears as Mika, Mona and Bethany birthed their young and now she awaited the finale. Tisha was growing still, her fecundity bulged with veins and throbbed as it slowly stretched and swelled; the young blonde panting desperately as the creatures within her reached maturity. Diane knew it would not be long and more tears flowed down her plump cheeks.

Tisha could hardly breathe against the pressure building within her monstrous womb. The generals were getting bigger and in the few moments that passed before the next birth she had swelled even further. For a moment, when the growing ceased, Tisha sighed with relief only to groan as she felt the deadly push against the inside of her tremendous gravidity as her belly tightened. The contractions were getting closer.
Gabrielle began to whimper and beg for someone, anyone to kill but then it came. She loosed a sickening retching sound followed by and desperate cry as her belly throbbed and tightened; pulsating  like a living entity as the apex of the titanic orb bulged and released, bulged and released; over and over until it finally began to stretch and tear. Whipping her head back and forth, blood trickling from her lips Gabrielle released one last gasp as her massively swollen womb was torn open, bursting in a wet, terrible splash as four huge Overfiends fell to the gore covered floor. Immediately they began to feed.
Beyond the grotesque crunch of bone and tearing of flesh Tisha heard it, the garbled moan of Sylvia. With her body stretched in such an awkward position the poor female could hardly breathe but now, with the pain of birth and the exertion straining her physically she was suffocating as her lungs and throat filled with blood. Tisha could not see her friends face, only the immense sphere of taunt flesh which bulged and quivered as the offspring drew closer and closer to birth. For moments it seemed as the bumps forming over the too tight flesh would rip open but nothing happened and Tisha noticed that the gurgling had ceased; the host, Sylvia was dead. What happened next was fearfully amazing as the newborn from Gabrielle swarmed the bulbous, bloated frame of Sylvia and tore her open; literally punching through her distended flesh to rip free their brothers. Once free of the dead females womb the offspring turned on their host and ate their first meal.
Tisha was the last as One had promised. The Prvt. wished she could have informed someone of what she had just learned but the sharp stabbing pain in her belly told her it was time. She was so hot and the wave of nausea swept over her as the pressure of her gravidity intensified beyond words. Desperately Tisha tried to recite a prayer but pain; terrible and unyielding crashed over her. Everything ached, her flesh burned and she could feel the apex of her belly swell and pull forward as if someone were pulling away at the skin. Clenching her teeth Tisha instinctively pushed with the contraction as her monstrous swell tightened and released almost as swiftly as her heart was beating. All she could hear was the horrible stretching of her own flesh, feeling her belly prepare to be rent open in a violent birth. Tisha gasped and tasted her own blood, there was a horrendous heat, she heard someone scream in the distance and the world went white...
Tisha never heard herself scream as her massive belly was ripped open with such fury her body was actually torn in two. The generals were huge, looking just like their Overfiend cousins but stood a foot taller with large spike like fins running down their spines, six powerfully build arms and thick bulges were their sex was; later to be discovered that three phallic tentacles released from the bulbous sack when they impregnated a host or hosts.
Diane was shivering as the generals tore free of Tisha, tossing her remains away like unwanted trash. Dripping with the remains of their mother the three slowly stalked in on their meal. So fat and full they would feast well. They surrounded her and Diane pleaded weakly as they stroked the fat flesh of her belly. One lifted and thick boob and clamped down on the nipple, its teeth cutting into her flesh and Diane gasped wide eyed only to cry out in agony as another clawed into her belly, burying its face into her plump, meaty insides. Blood trickled down her lip and face as shock set in but it only allowed her to see the rows of teeth before death.
The third general took her head from her shoulders.

From the security room One watched. He was having fun.



Chapter One

UCG Command Headquarters,  Washington D.C.
Operations Room

The call came in over the SAT-comm; S.O.S. from outpost G788-2, a research facility on the edges of the militarized zone. From the looks of things Overfiends had penetrated the facility and it was being over run. It happened often , very often but this time, this time was different.

"A Lt. Jake Novell is working witzzzz...only three but they have already impregnatzzz....guards and will be tzzz...need help!"

Repeat that corporal, Marshal Ajax spoke as the message replayed again and then again. Behind him stood a voluptuous auburn haired female with the rank of Lt. Major. Her name was Jelena Jenson and she was the first and only survivor of a Daemonite impregnation. She was very attractive but the cold, hard look in her blue eyes made as menacing as well.
"What to do think Lt. Major?"
"Only one of the infiltrators survived sir. I've checked out Lt. Jacob Novell. He was M.I.A. over six months ago; only to end up K.I.A. three months ago when I he was found in the blown out ruins of the hive that I was imprisoned in. I believe their Lt. Novell was and is an Infiltrator and if so...they are all dead."
The Marshal regarded her words thoughtfully.
"Suggestions?"
"Team Delta to scout out the area and wipe the place out. If possible, capture the Infiltrator and if not, kill it."
It was very an open hostility in the Lt. Majors voice and Marshal Ajax was not even going to pretend he understood what she had to face. But her idea held merit and though it was not without risk.
"First an air strike, clean sweep the area before dropping in Team Delta. Have Major Yang and Team Omega on standby. If we need immediate evac I want her and her crew ready. Inform Dr. Hammer to have the Watchguard prep the nearest base for any and everything."
"Sir yes sir!"
Yet before Jelena could even turn around she felt his strong grip on her shoulder.
"You stay here Lt. Major. I know you're close to both Major Yang and Col. Lee but if this does not work out well...I know they are clones but...you've lost too many friends, no need to watch this one if you don't have too."
"Sir, yes sir", though her words weren't nearly as strong as before