Chapter 5

Adeline’s lactation disappeared over the next few days. Her breasts fit the larger bra quite comfortably but hadn’t shrank much for the lack of milk. Her mother donated her old bras to a thrift shop. They bought new ones in the right size from a discount clothing store.

Pamela, however, had to express a few ounces from her breasts every morning. She was amazed by how strong her orgasms remained after days of masturbation while the sectoid fed on her. She had taken to getting off twice a day, and still she felt horny at work. Except the performing women and generous men played no part in her constant arousal.

The pain in her nipples came and went, but over the days, she adjusted to their incredible sensitivity. Pamela was careful to search for signs of infection whenever her nipples hurt.

Another week of incredible sex and taking care of her wonderful, adult child, passed happily.

It was a day just before her ‘weekend’, when the sectoid failed to appear while Pamela, fully naked, masturbated upon her bed. The vibrator felt inadequate for her needs, but it was just used to get her started.

Half an hour of tepid stimulation went by, and still there was no sign of the bug. Pamela stopped to prevent chaffing, although her pussy was dripping ready for more action.

She donned her robe and sat on the side of her bed after storing her vibrator away. Had the thing escaped their house? Had one of her pitiful attempts to poison it finally caught up with the creature? She sat for a while in contemplation.

“MOMMA!” Adeline shrieked from the living room. “YOU DIDN’T!” She cried. “You promised!”

Pamela flew out of her room and found her daughter standing before large pile of something strange. The adult child was sobbing at the unmoving heap.

“Adeline!” The mother pleaded. “I didn’t do anything to the bug! I don’t know what that is.” She kelt to the floor to examine it closer. The pile of bits were the same color as the bug but much lighter in shade. They were translucent however and piled together, they looked like they had belonged to the sectoid.

Pamela dared to touched the heap. A fragment of chitin toppled from the heap. Then she understood. “Honey, our bug isn’t dead.” Probably not, she thought to herself. “It’s transformed into a new phase of its life. That’s what a butterfly does. You know about Butterflies, right?”

Her daughter’s sobs quieted slowly as the adult child contemplated the famous and wondrous lifecycle. “Really?”

“I think so, Sweetie. This is the shell that our bug left behind when it transformed. It’s just like skin that peels off after a sunburn, except the bug is suppose to shed its hard skin or it can’t grow.”

“Wow.” Adeline said softly.

The mother then gulped at the possibilities which sprang to mind. The utmost priority was to assure her daughter. “When a bug changes into a new form, it could look like anything. Don’t be scared if you see something new. It could be larger and shaped very differently.”

Pamela wasn’t happy to be suggesting to her vulnerable daughter that the sectoid’s new phase would be harmless. However if she said the creature might be dangerous, she doubted the adult child would believe her. The trust between them was still recovering from her lie weeks ago. “Now I’m going to say something important. Please, if you see it, do not touch it or let it get close to you.” Pamela added less truthfully. “We don’t want to frighten it. It may not remember us. Promise me that you’ll call me right away, so we can watch it carefully to figure what it has changed into.”

“I promise, Momma.” Adeline looked a little frighted after her tears subsided. She was glad to make that promise.

Pamela didn’t sleep easily that night, certain that the sectoid had reached a new stage in its lifecycle. She got up and turned on all the lights in her home, while checking ever nook for the third time that day.

She found it in the small utility closet, behind the filled laundry basket, which she had looked behind previously.

It was huge. How it fit in that dark corner amazed her. The thing looked like an American football on steroids, and that was just its abdomen. Its thorax and head jutted another three inches from its armored hind end. Roughly trapezoidal, it crouched in the dark, shallow gap as if afraid to explore the world.

Pamela had seen one just like it, when she first encountered the now decimated swarm. A rat nearly as big as the bug, had been devouring it rapaciously. The memory made her feel a little sorry for the otherwise intimidating creature.

Talking to it would accomplish nothing, but she told it anyway. “Don’t you even think of scaring my daughter! Or touching her.” She nodded sharply.

Backing away from the laundry basket, Pamela called behind her. “Adeline. Adeline?” She raised her voice slowly, hoping not to startle the full grown sectoid.”

On the third call of her daughter’s name. Adeline responded. “Momma?”

“In the kitchen, Honey. I found it. You can see it if you want.”

Adeline found her mom standing int the utility nooks’ slatted doorway. “Where, Momma? Where?”

Her mother pointed to the basket. “It’s behind that. Move slowly, Honey, if you want a look. We don’t want to startle it.” Pamela imagined, if the huge thing took flight, what a terrible fright that might be for her daughter.

Adeline eased into the space, peeking around the laundry. She gasped but not loudly, “Momma! She’s-” Then abruptly, the young woman backed away, slipped past her mother, turned, and ran to her room. “Bright eyes.” She worried aloud.

That was the name of her stuffed opossum. Pamela blinked. Confused, she retreated from the nook. Adeline returned with her toy in hand. She looked relieved. “I brought it a friend.”

The mentally challenged young woman never ceased to surprise and delight her mother. Pamela wished that the stuffed animal could be appreciated by the transformed insect. She almost cried, her own appreciation for her daughter’s gift, welling warmly in her heart. She hugged her dearest strongly. Adeline returned the hug tenuously.

They parted. “You can certainly try.” The mother got out of her daughter’s path to the nook. “But be very gentle.”

Adeline went to the nook and crouched. She set her fake pet on the tile floor and slowly scooted it to the open side of the laundry basket. “Come out and play, you nice big bug. This friend wants to say hello.”

The bug remained tucked as tightly as it could behind the tall, wicker basket.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. You did your best. Remember that it’s looking at the world as if it was just born. Maybe it’ll come out in a day or two.” Pamela actually thought it might leave its hiding spot within an hour of being left alone, but she didn’t want her daughter to get her hopes up.

“Won’t she get hungry?”

“I’ll leave a bowl of milk for it before we go to bed.”

“Okay!” Pamela stood and backed away, leaving her toy in the nook.

“Don’t you want Bright Eyes?”

“Yes.” Adeline sounded a little confused by the question. Without another word, she walked rather quickly towards her room.

“Why do you think it’s a female?” Her mother thought to ask.

“I know, Momma.” She disappeared into her room and shut the door.

Pamela promised to think about that along her bus ride. It was time for her to go to work. She was grateful that her daughter hadn’t freaked out at ‘their’ bug’s incredible new size.

Work that night was as dull as butter or would have been if the mother hadn’t constantly worried if her daughter was in danger or became frightened from the bug. She should have called in sick. As a result, her results at work suffered. Mr. Sykes called her into his office.

“You haven’t been selling the booze as much as you used to, Pamela. Is something the matter?”

“I’m just worried about my daughter. We’re dealing with a very strange situation at the moment.”

“Huh, well, I suppose I can care a little about that, but you better do better starting tomorrow, or I’ll have a more serious talk with you, and I will care a lot less.”

“Of course, Mr. Sykes. She thought it best to speak formally. I’m sure I’ll turn things around soon.”

Dale Sykes shook his head with disappointment. “Go on home now and deal with whatever it is.”

“Yes, Sir.” Pamela was able to catch the bus home an hour earlier than usual.

She entered the apartment and was met by total darkness. She switched on the entry light and called her daughter’s name. There was no reply. The rest of their home was filled with gloom. She went to Adeline’s room, switching on the hall light along the way. “Adeline?” She called and knocked.

A loud gasp answered. “Momma! Aaahh! I’m-”

Pamela’s face flushed red hot. “I’m sorry, Honey. Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“IT’s Uuunngh! Okay!”

The mother crept away from the door, embarrassment prodding her. She felt a little envious too, that her daughter was so free to enjoy her body’s natural urges. Pamela took pride in her daughter’s freedom from shame, and she began to forgive herself. She went into the main room. She was about to switch on the light when a scurrying sound screeched across the floor where it was darkest.

The woman paused. It had to be the sectoid. It sure was loud on its feet. She guessed that it was sensitive to bright lights. Returning to her room, she took an ever-ready flashlight from he dresser and covered the lens with a thin cloth. Perhaps it wouldn’t fear a dim light as much.

Pamela returned to the gloomy living room and switched on her torch. It cast just enough illumination to prevent bumping into things or tripping. She crept to the kitchen and shined her light. The huge insect turned around and looked up from the tile floor. Behind it, a saucer of milk had been placed in the nook’s entrance. Bright Eyes the opossum was sitting on its haunches next to the bowl, as if sharing her meal. The sectoid’s eyes were tiny considering its new size, but they shined like reflectors along highways.

“Hello.” She felt silly saying it, but it allowed her to allay lingering fear. The creature stood its ground. If its antennae hadn’t been waving, she wouldn’t have seen them. They swayed side to side, back to front, and even round and round. Was it sensing for danger?

“Honestly, I don’t know what we can do about you. You’re so big!” She talked to make herself more comfortable in its intimidating presence.

Her mood turned awkward. “Well, good night.” Pamela retreated to her room and went to bed. She flipped on all the lights therein before tucking herself in. It took an hour to fall asleep.

The woman woke with a start. “Adeline!” In a dream, the huge sectoid had appeared abruptly and started chewing through her daughter’s shirt!

“What time is it?” The brightly lit room gave no indication. Her phone read 8:37. Six hours of sleep wasn’t terrible, but before Pamela could try to sleep longer, she had to pee. She tread slowly into the lit hallway. The bathroom’s door was open but it wasn’t lit within. She peeked and was greeted by the huge sectiod’s waving antennae. The creature attempted to hide behind the sink’s cabinet and the tub, but its head and thorax stuck out.

So far the bug hadn’t made any movement towards her. Pamela considered switching on the light, but that might have startled it, and the last thing she wanted was a huge flying creature rushing out. Her bladder didn’t care about the horror. She stepped in slowly and pried up the toilet lid. She took off her robe but used it like a matador’s cape between her and the bug. Settling on the seat, she managed to cover her legs and waist while pulling down her panties.

Warm pee sizzled into the pot. She breathed a little easier. The bug hadn’t budged. Its antennae halted their waving when the sound of pee hitting water issued, but that was its only reaction.

They held a staring contest, its eyes as reflective as ever. Neither cracked a smile nor grimace.

The footlong stalks wriggled slightly when the sound ended and Pamela wiped herself. She continued to stare at it, keeping the tissue pressed to the top of her slit. A new level of disgust filled her gut. She then realized what a mistake it had been to use the previous incarnation’s grotesque form as a catalyst for orgasms.

Her fingers let go of the damp tissue and began to rub her clitoris. A slight moan sang around the room. The sectoid’s antennae trembled while the woman slowly masturbated. It took slow steps out of its ineffective hiding space.

Pamela rammed two fingers into her cunt. They were instantly soaked with lubrication, and she fucked them quickly in an out while her thumb strummed the bulging clit. “Don’t get any closer.” She warned, half groaning from surprisingly strong arousal.

Each step the creature took, spurred Pamela to greater horniness. She finger fucked frantically when its antenna reached out and tapped her robe where it covered her knees.

“This is crazy!” She leaped up, shucked her panties, and darted through the door! Entering her room, she dived on her brightly lit bed, landing face down.

However Pamela took no pride from escaping the creature’s shining eyes. She was too close to cumming! Unable to deny herself, she rolled onto her back and resumed masturbating - but less stridently. She kept her eyes on the open doorway to her room while fingering her greedy puss.

Her climax nearly erupted when the sectoid’s angular head peered around the doorway. Apparently it could traverse brightly lit areas when it needed to. Pamela could only imagine what the new phase of bug needed from her.

The previous one had wanted milk. Even having accepted being aroused by the bug’s not-yet-established-danger, Pamela recoiled at the thought of letting the huge figure straddle her body and drink from her now barely lactating breasts. “Stay out there.” She hissed and began pinching her nipples. Her body arched upward. Bolts of lightning stabbed through her nerves and fried her brain. “AAAAAAA!! UUUHHHHH!!!” She howled! Her torso slammed upon the bed and shuddered from a prolonged orgasm. “OOoooohhh!!!”