Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Incubation

Perry sat on the couch, stunned by what had happened to Fat Patty. "They're hatching! Hatching! Hatching!" The triangles twisted under her skin, slowly, faster and faster.Suddenly, the spasm stopped and she rolled over, her fingers stuck in the air like a stiff paw, motionless.She was terrified, her bulging eyeballs showed panic, and she screamed out of breath.The pained expression was so unbearable that Perry could not help shuddering. He will be next. Perry felt nauseous, as if twisted hands were pinching his bowels—perverse thoughts often torture people like this.On the one hand he felt helpless, and since the ordeal had begun he had never felt worse.He watched the fat woman writhe in terror, and she screamed with all her strength but still seemed powerless.Her face was contorted, her curled body was trembling in pain, and her thick fat was trembling constantly.

Despite the agonizing signs of his death that the show of horror suggested, he felt an unattainable euphoria, a feeling that only certain beautiful things can give.He felt a bliss and ecstasy, better than any other drug, and far more than the pleasure of making love - obviously, this feeling filled him up, but it was so strong, clear, vivid and vivid. So simple that he could no longer separate it from his own emotions.At this moment, the emotions of the triangle completely occupied his brain. He wanted to kill her, slit her throat with a butcher knife to end her suffering.But he couldn't be bothered to get up and get the knife because he had to know what was going to happen next.Besides - she was dying anyway, but isn't there always joy in the presence of new life?

A new wave of pain surged through her body, making her jerk look like a victim in an electric chair.She rolled gently from side to side, but lay on her back, her bulging eyeballs fixed and fixed on some interesting detail in the stuccoed ceiling.Perry watched in amazement and disgust as she suddenly pissed on the floor. The speed of the triangles is still accelerating.They seem to pulsate when they want to break free.Their large heads protruded from her soft but taut skin, then retracted for another attempt.With each rush, Perry could see the outlines of the triangles, seeing their bodies transform into a squat pyramid.

The triangles wouldn't stop—their purpose was to burst out of her skin like a champagne cork in celebration of their new birth into the world. One by one the blisters burst, leaving a layer of yellow pus on her skin.Blood oozes out from the edges of the triangle, and every time they rush out, the blood shoots out in small columns. "They're hatching. Pretty? Let's see! They're hatching, hatching!" Perry couldn't care less about the triangle inside himself, his focus was on Fat Patty.Her triangle shot out higher and her skin began to tear.They pop out like little turkey timers at Thanksgiving, the red pop-out button telling everyone when the big bird is ready to cook.The three triangles on her belly were the worst he'd ever seen—they surged slightly, only protruding about an inch upward at first.A blister vibrated evenly on her fat stomach.Each surged upwards and outwards at slightly different rates, gradually increasing in momentum, each quick leap about 6 inches, her taut skin growing like a small triangular penis. Firm then relax, then firm again and relax.

Perry couldn't see the triangles pinned to her huge buttocks, but he could imagine them struggling, pinned down by her deeply embedded cellulose body. Disturbed noises came from time to time.There were some small cries from Fat Patty, and some faint noises.The noise gets slightly louder every few seconds, and it sounds like it's hitting the beat in unison with the outward impact of the triangle. The triangle on her hip, the one that had looked at him ferociously, savagely, was the first to break free.It ripped from her, not ripping but snapping, and slammed into the wall.If it were at his apartment right now, it would hit right where Perry hangs the cover of Sports Illustrated.The hideous creature was temporarily enmeshed in its own wriggling slime due to its weakness.

Apart from the clear head and dark eyes, it doesn't resemble the triangles inside him at all.It doesn't look like a larva lurking inside, just as a butterfly is very different from a caterpillar. He saw black tentacles snaking under her skin, about a foot long and a foot thick.They look very strong and hard.The triangular shape has now morphed into a shallow pyramid about 3 inches tall, with a black eye on each side.The eye stopped staring—it started looking out.If the thick tentacles could swim, it could see in all directions. The creature slowly squirmed off the wall and onto the carpet, where it began to struggle slowly.

Perry was alternately horrified, disgusted, and indescribably elated, like the flickering lights on the floor during a dance, leaving each alternate frozen frame of emotion in his mind.This stuff can drive people crazy.His own emotions beckoned him to stand up and kill the thing, but he remained bewildered on the couch. Newly hatched triangles try to stand up on their floppy tentacled legs.This seems rather weird since the legs have no support at all.They were nothing like the knobby legs of insects or the muscular legs of animals, but something unheard of and different.The creature shuddered, then wobbled and tried to stand up on its tentacled legs.Standing up, the apex of the pyramid is about a foot above the ground.

"They'll grow they'll grow." The tail that had been anchored inside Fat Patty now dripped blood and pale mucus from the very center of the triangle, looking weak.It hung down to the floor, and the last inch or two lay motionless on the carpet.The clattering noise became more pronounced as the newly hatched creature braced itself on its weak legs. The woman let out a small scream as the three triangles on her stomach came off almost simultaneously.They jumped out like evil devils from the box, and when they landed, blood and pus splattered all over the room. One flew through the air and just happened to land on the couch to Perry's left, as if it had stopped to watch a Lions game on a frosty autumn afternoon.This allowed Perry to see it better.Its pus-covered skin was no longer blue, but pitted and translucent black.He could also see some strange internal organs, some bulging for sure the heart, and some other colored muscles, he didn't bother to guess their functions.The end of the tail rested right over his leg—it moved slowly, leaving slime on Perry's jeans.The end of the tail was tearing irregularly, slowly oozing purple blood.That's why the triangles were desperately trying to get out of her body - they had to be separated from the tail.Most of the tails are still in Fat Patty's body. It was the umbilical cord and safety line between the triangle and the host. Now that they have separated from the hatched host, they no longer need these tails.

Triangle struggled to stand up, but a tentacle leg got stuck between two sofa cushions, and Perry looked down nervously, with an instinctive urge to smash it, but at the same time, he Feeling compelled to gently pick up this new life from the couch, put it on the ground with the proud smile of a new father, let it walk for the first time. "Turn her over, turn her over." The voice interrupted his intense inner struggle, "What did you say?" "Turn her over. They're hatching." They wanted him to turn Patty over so the triangle on her ass could hatch.He looked at Patty's shaking body, covered in blood, pus, vomit, and purple mucus of indeterminate substance.

She was motionless, her bulging eyeballs were fixed there, her eyebrows were raised high, and there was a mocking and fearful expression on her face.She appeared to be dying, dying weakly like a caterpillar.All hosts die - which makes more sense than the earlier statement that hosts kill weak hatchlings.What exactly ended her life?Some kind of toxin?Or too much screaming? This kind of thinking makes Perry's heart entangled with two opposing emotions. He hates the triangles, but the triangles are full of ecstasy for the hatching process.He puts away the joy and pleasure - that's not what he thinks, and he doesn't want to think about it.

"Turn her over, turn her over now." The scream in his head brought his attention back to Fat Patty's half-dead body, and suddenly he realized what had killed her.He recognized the look on her face and the sob she made, realized why she was just lying there when the triangle came out of her, why she didn't fight back.She was paralyzed by a deafening scream. They killed her with a loud, high-pitched cry. Perry jumped off the couch and knelt beside her, his knees touching a thin layer of blood and pus on the carpet.He moved quickly, not wanting to hear another scream.A scream so bad it'd probably send his brains out of his ears like a McDonald's gray milkshake. "Turn her over, they're hatching. They're hatching!" Perry put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a hard push, so she slid on the mess and didn't turn over at all.Dead and heavy, Perry thought. The entire room was filled with repeated clicking sounds.Some are fast and some are slow, with different pitches and volumes.The triangle inside him was growing impatient, and he could feel another scream coming soon as his master punished his disobedient minion.He was forced to try again. He put his injured knee on her left shoulder, straddled her motionless body, and grabbed her right arm high.Putting his full weight on her left shoulder, Perry pushed her arms back and slowly rolled her body.There was a thump and she fell face down on the floor, her tits gurgling like half-filled pipes. The triangle on her ass springs into action as soon as it's free from oppression.After only a few flushes, they left their host's body with a large pool of blood.One popped out and hit the kitchen table just before it hit the floor.The other arcs upwards and flies towards the lampshade, just like NBA Cavaliers small forward LeBron James leaping in the air before he dunks vigorously. The triangle passes through the round hole at the top of the lampshade and lands on the light bulb. superior.There was a sudden hiss, then a loud crack—the little body exploded.The black viscous substance splashed on the inner surface of the lampshade, and the warm bodily fluids slowly dripped onto the floor. Thank goodness for solving a big problem for me, Perry thought. A surge of rage and disappointment from the triangle grew within him, pitted against his own unholy satisfaction at the triangle's untimely death. "What happened? Where did it go? Why didn't it answer?" He knew his triangle couldn't be seen because he was wearing clothes.They just feel the disappearance of the new creature.And then Perry felt the rage they had bred flowing through him—he had to be careful with his words. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt and raised his arms toward the bulb. "It just hatched on a light bulb. It was an accident." He heard himself submissive. "It burned right there." The triangles said nothing, apparently satisfied with his answer.The constant clicking sound slowly died down.The triangular larvae also stopped moving.Crouching on their tentacled legs, their pyramid-shaped bodies leaned against the carpet, their eyes closed, motionless—appearing to be asleep.Only their bodies occasionally click. The burning triangle of dead flesh gave off a strange smell of rotting Perry's shoulder, of vomit, and of new life wafting through the quiet apartment.He felt the triangles inside him fall asleep too—their constant hum slowly quieted down, like turning off a loud car radio. He stared at the fat whore dead with his face on the floor.He knew he didn't have much time left.In addition to the three triangles inside him, he has five hatchlings to contend with.How long will they sleep?What do they do when they are awake?He has no idea. Despite these questions running through his mind, Perry was sure of one thing—he wasn't going to die lying sick on the living room floor like a weakling with a hole the size of a fist in his body.If he had to die, he wouldn't feel like a victim waiting for three cobblers to tear his rotting body apart. If he was going to die, he would be standing and fighting strong - like any of the Darcys.His shoulders ached, his back itched, and his mind was anxiously thinking of ways to kill the triangles.