Chapter Text
It had been weeks since MB1-1 was formed. Its anomalous body composition didn't allow it to stay awake as long as it would have liked. In order to mature the eggs it and its progenitor, Kermit, had produced, it needed to hibernate. The creature wasn't concerned about this; its animalistic emotions didn't extend much beyond the desire to feed and reproduce, since its surrounding environment didn't pressure it to do more.
The owner of the house where it lived, Mrs. Majors, was always producing enormous quantities of food in a failed attempt to make Kermit into something more than a scrawny little boy. Of course, MB1-1 took advantage of this; by separating a third of himself, it could walk around the house in the form of a well-endowed baby made of green gelatin. It was difficult to acquire food in this form, but the creature couldn't dispose of more of it without harming the eggs. The inhabitants of the house never left their rooms at night, so there was never a shortage of food for them.
Reproduction was a more restricted matter. Since the creature was still maturing the eggs inside itself, it wasn't something it would need to do for quite some time. When the maturation period ended, on a winter afternoon that made MB1-1 even more lethargic, it had the perfect partners for reproduction: his own progenitors. Even though he was still a little boy, Kermit had already proven himself capable of supporting one egg in his rectum; seventeen eggs wouldn't be a problem. Kermit's cousin, Evan, had also supported his share of eggs, so those that didn't fit in one could go to the other without problems. The two of them sharing Kermit's room for two weeks helped MB1-1's plan.
It was night when the creature decided to carry out its plan. The two boys were already asleep when it reformed into its humanoid form, which distinguished it from previous monster bloods. Its left arm fell to the ground and snaked towards Evan to hold him captive; it wouldn't be needed until the end. MB1-1 suddenly and dramatically uncovered Kermit, the bedclothes falling to the floor without a sound. The monster went under the boy's clothes and swallowed him whole, causing Kermit to wake up inside him. Unconcerned since the boy was already contained, it completely undressed him. This time, it noticed something was wrong; these scattered wounds were not normal for humans.
After spitting Kermit's clothes onto the same pile as the bed linens, the creature disengaged the boy, resuming its humanoid form beside him, but without its right arm, also to keep Kermit pinned to the bed. Now came the most difficult part for MB1-1 and the most terrifying for the boy. The creature stared at him for about an hour while molding small filaments and holes all over his face and neck. The creature was able to understand human speech, even if it couldn't reproduce it, until now. Kermit's tears and despair only increased during this hour of suspense where he couldn't break free. The fear only intensified when the creature finally uttered its first sounds.
“Oo hhrrt yuu?” the creature sounded with an improvised larynx. It bent over Kermit, and the goo that had been trapping the boy's mouth spurted back onto the monster. “Oo hhrrt yuu?”
The boy was in shock, unable to understand how the gelatinous monster could speak, not to mention worried about who had hurt him. Kermit mustered all his willpower to speak.
“Conan,” he groaned. “Conan Barber, h-he lives in the back house.” Kermit felt relief as the creature’s arms slowly returned to him.
The creature created a single finger at the end of its hand, approached Kermit until it was within inches, and placed the finger against its lips before making a hissing sound.
The Barber house across the garden was definitely a challenge for MB1-1. The numerous mousetraps and pizza boxes scattered around the house turned it into a disgusting maze. Luckily for the creature, it didn't possess such a well-developed sense of smell, so the putrid odor of sweaty clothes wasn't registered by it when it opened Conan's bedroom door.
Even though Conan was twelve like Evan and Andy, he didn't get the nickname "Conan the Barbarian" for nothing. He's a very tall boy with dark brown hair and tanned skin, along with muscles from playing American football and beating up younger boys, giving him a Neanderthal look that would frighten any child and some adults.
The creature wasn't interested in being as kind to Conan as it would have been to his progenitors. MB1-1 needed to reproduce and eliminate the threat the human boy posed to Evan, Andy, and Kermit. The two things could be solved together, like killing two birds with one stone.
The creature quickly pinned Conan to the bed. This time it opted to shrink itself to a smaller form rather than simply removing appendages, since Conan would certainly resist an invasion. Of course, the boy woke up immediately when the monster was tearing his clothes and turning him around in bed to create easier access. The bully had no other reaction than to try to struggle to break free. MB1-1 did nothing. They just watched as Conan struggled violently in bed, unable to escape. The muscular boy, never having been challenged like this before, struggled more and more furiously while tears of hatred streamed down his face. What enraged him most was seeing that form so similar to the children he could easily subdue with brute force, expressionless as it watched. As if it were mocking him.
"Over?" the creature whispered to him when the brute finally stopped struggling.
MB1-1 climbed onto the bed slowly, and Conan could no longer see what was happening. The first rays of light illuminated the room when the creature rested its large reproductive appendage between the barbarian's cheeks. He writhed further as the rounded tip forced its way into his tight entrance, the monster actively releasing no more lubricating fluid than strictly necessary. With a single movement, the creature entered Conan, who screamed muffled through the goo in his mouth.
More tears streamed down Conan's face as his inner walls struggled to expand with the invasion. He tried in vain to force and squeeze to expel the monster from within him, which simply remained still. What would normally be a way to give the partner's body a chance to adjust to the invasion before continuing, MB1-1 used as a show of power.
When the barbarian's body became inert again, the creature began to slide the eggs inside him. In a typical situation, MB1-1 would have had sex with their partner, not only to increase cooperation but also to extract his semen to prepare for the next batch of eggs. In this case, the creature doubted that mixing human DNA with its own would result in a good genetic mix.
The eggs inside MB1-1 stirred as they moved toward their penis. The creature let out a deep purr that resonated through its broad chest as it felt the smooth, warm spheres descend through its internal canal.
The thick member, still deeply buried inside Conan, pulsed rhythmically with the passage of each egg. Conan trembled uncontrollably, his eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down his face. He felt every strange movement within the monster and the outline of the eggs pressing against his own inner walls through the invading goo.
With a slow flow, the first egg began to force its way through. Conan arched his entire body, a muffled, gurgling cry escaping through the goo that still filled his mouth. The pain was excruciating. The egg slid inch by inch, rigid and viscous, until it fell heavily inside his colon, making his belly bulge slightly.
The creature didn't stop. A second egg followed soon after, then a third. With each one laid, the barbarian's abdomen swelled a little more, a soft, growing protrusion forming just below his navel. Conan sobbed and writhed, but the creature's slime prevented him from escaping.
MB1-1 tilted its head, observing with almost clinical attention the human's face contorted in pain. It didn't utter a word. Only that low, constant purr, almost satisfied, as it pushed the fourth, fifth, and sixth eggs into the human's body. Filling the human more and more with its eggs.
When the last egg slid to the bottom, the creature rose up, detaching from its body an enormous appendage still completely buried in Conan's anus, serving as a living stopper. The eggs settled heavily inside the already unconscious bully, pressed against his insides. His belly was now clearly distended and noticeably pregnant when observed in the daylight.
The creature, as it slid through a crack to hide from the adult humans who would soon arrive, realized that they hadn't warned Conan why they did it. The boy wasn't very bright, so the creature would probably need to come back a few times and learn to speak before the bully realized why he was being attacked.