The Gift

They came from deep in the Amazon jungle and people called what they brought the "Gift". And it was a Gift, a terrible and ecstatic Gift.

People had Gift parties, gathering to watch one of their number taking the Gift from one of the spider-like creatures, sending them into sweet rolling orgasms as their belly swelled.

The fact that taking a Gift was the last thing you'd ever do didn't stop anybody. It didn't stop us.

Three of us were aroused by this crazy idea. Tracy, Maxi and me; I'm Lycey.

We got caught up in the craze that swept the world after thousands of the pods were discovered in the Amazon forest. At first the crab-like pod creatures prefered to latch on a person's head to use their mouths to deliver the Gift down their gullets, so they called them face-huggers. But they found out they could also be crotch-huggers, clamping down on girls' pelvis and pushing their ovipositors deep inside them, for gay boys they became bum-huggers. But no matter boy or girl, they gave you a fucking like no other; the deepest most invasive fuck a person can experience with belly clemching orgasms that last the rest of their shortened life.

Tracy was the one who found Claire.

Claire was smuggling in pods so people could take the Gift. She'd become an expert at it and charged a lot of money to open a pod. Tracy was invited to a Gift party and watched a girl take her Gift, and everyone chipped in for her to do it.

Tracy said it was like a voyeur sex party, everyone sitting around watching the main girl get done deep, moaning in orgasm for hours until the birth.

Tracy had a rich family and loved to travel to exotic places and experience new things. But after that Gift party she became obsessed with it. It was all she would talk about. She offered to pay for our own Gifts if Maxi and I would come with her to Claire's and be with her as she was done.

Claire kept a cellar apartment in an old tenement building with an incinerator just for her business. She'd made up the apartment nice with firm beds for her clients. Each bed had a pee-pee sheet for the mess, and the incinerator outside the door was to get rid of the evidence.

Tracy slipped onto the bed naked, even though Claire said all she had to do was hoist her skirt. Maxi and I were stunned watching her open her tights wide as Claire guided one of the huggers to her crotch. Then aroused as she started cumming.

It only took minutes to have the Gift pushed inside her, but hours for it to grow big enough for birthing.

Watching Tracy's spectacular orgasmic birth touched something deep inside me and I wanted to feel that explosive orgasm. As brutal as it was, when it was done Tracy lay peacefully and fading, a satisfied smile on her face, her nipples still puckered, her pussy gaped and grooling.

We didn't know that just being near a Gift was irresistibly arousing. With both of us exposed to Tracy's Gift we were trapped in the irresistible craving of a Gift of our own.

Birthing a Gift isn't pretty, and despite our initial horror, Maxi and I chose to take ours laying side by side on the same bed after Claire took Tracy to the incinerator.

"Is there another way to end it?" Maxi asked Claire, "I don't want the birth."

"Of course." Claire said, "Just tell me when."

So Maxi pulled down her shorts and let the hugger latch, she was grunting and straining as she took it, and I soon discovered why when I saw the lump appear between her mound and belly button. Her hugger slumped limp and Claire pulled it out of her.

It was dead. These creatures' only purpose was to implant an egg in a host body and it had achieved that.

"Do me." I gasped, hoisting my skirt and opening my thighs as Maxi pulled up her shorts and closed hers.

Maxi was grunting and straining beside me on the bed when Claire pressed my creature against my bare crotch. I wondered why Maxi was making so much noise and I was about to find out.

The creature gripped my crotch with its spidery arms and pressed its squishy mouth against my sex. It was hot and wet and I gasped when I felt it lick me, a sudden arousal flooding my belly.

As the ovipositor licked its way inside me, grimdimg upward against my g-spot, Maxi flopped back on the bed and moaned like she was losing her soul.

"Fuck!" I jumped as I felt a firm tongue slide deeper into my pussy and tease my cervix.

"That's the ovipositor." Claire told me calmly, "It's going deeper and it's going to get wild."

"End it." Maxi gasped, arching her back and pushing her belly out. She'd had enough.

Maxi was still cumming with her Gift growing in her belly when Claire ended it for her.

Tracy and Maxi both died cumming; Maxi's was gentle and Tracy's was spectacular. Once the Gift is inside you everything is an orgasm. Even breathing is an orgasm. That's why they call it the Gift and why so many of us spread our legs for it. There's something in the huggers' chemistry that from the moment they press their squishy mouths against you the pleasure rises quickly to a rolling orgasmic bliss as they push their egg inside your belly.

Me? I decided to go through with it and let this alien nature take its course.

Feeling the hugger's ovipositor lick its slippery way into my uterus was orgasmic all on its own. It was then I found out why Maxi had been grunting; I felt the fat egg stretch my pussy then my cervix to plunk inside my baby-maker and brought maternal cravings heavy with desperate arousal.

"Oh god." I strained.

After Claire took Maxi to the incinerator, the hard lump growing in my belly kept me in bliss, my uterus cramping with small, deep orgasms.

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Claire returned and stayed with me for comfort.

"Are you going to do it?" she asked me, "Are you going to let it birth itself?"

"God, yes." I grunted.

"Good girl."

"I'm cumming." I whimpered, squirming on the bed as the egg expanded in my uterus.

"I know."

The Gift absorbs nutrients from their host's body, feeding the creature within, making it grow rapidly. As the hours passed and my belly grew heavy, I felt my body becoming weaker but my arousal grew stronger. The cramping orgasms felt better and better as this alien offspring grew inside me.

I love Claire for staying with me. For feeding me water as I sweated myself dry. The sensation of liquid sloshing in my stomach only adds to my pleasure.

I was slick with sweat and delirious by the time I felt the Gift begin to move.

"... oh my god ..." I moaned, writhing on the bed.

"Hold tight." Claire said, "It's coming. The best part is coming."

The best part ...

I feel the crack in my core.

The egg is opening.

But it isn't like a chicken egg that leaves thin shattered shell pieces behind, this feels like a pill bug opening. My Gift is uncoiling in my belly, moving, stretching and squirming making my belly undulate.

The presence of my Gift awake and moving inside me is all consuming. I squirm weakly on the bed, trembling with arousal, my belly the core of my existence now. Feeling so maternal as slow waves of orgasm wash through my weakened body as it grinds against my g-spot.

I feel it stretch and begin to lose my mind.

I feel its mouth open, knowing this is the beginning of the end.

My end.

Maxi took the easy way out, but Tracy felt what I am about to feel; the birth, the terrible orgasmic birth.

I feel its teeth and the bite as the first spray of blood splashes across my swollen belly.

"So beautiful, Lycey. So beautiful."

Then the slow stretch as my Gift prepares to birth. My belly distending higher, pressure against my bladder, stretching my pussy and uterus inside me, my stomach gurgling as it shivers like a wet dog.

"... oh ... m' gunna cum ..." I whimper, feeling the explosive orgasm building in the cradle of my pelvis.

The bursting orgasm rocks me as my belly explodes and my Gift spews from my shredded belly. I feel it leave, slithering fast through the flaps of my new opening.

Cumming hard now, the water in my bruised stomach rocketing up my gullet like a total body ejaculation. Convulsing over and over, my pussy prolapsing between my quivering thighs, my bladder releasing, my nipples so tightly puckered they ache.

Will this ever end?

I hope it doesn't.

But suddenly dreamy now, my ruined belly flaccid, my stomach empty, a serene bliss carrying me away as I moan softly; "... oh god ... ohh ... ohh ..."

This is why it's called the Gift.

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