hive slut

The Troll once a feared, brutish, and mindlessly cruel creature was already profoundly stupid. Most Trolls were mountainous heaps of knobby green flesh, defined by tits so massive they dragged on the rocky ground and minds that functioned like rotting mulch. This particular Troll was the dumbest of the lot: slow, drooling, gurgling, and utterly fixated on whatever shiny or tasty thing she could smash.

But the change that came was not something she could understand, fight, or refuse.

The Gnomes tiny, cackling, hyper masculine little vermin had chosen her. They weren't just parasites; they were colonists. These Gnomes were vicious and merry, giggling with high pitched, cruel amusement as they burrowed their way into her thick green hide. They used their disproportionately jumbo cocks hard and prickly to stitch themselves into her very biology, treating her soft insides like a luxury hive.

The entry was messy and joyful for the Gnomes. Several of them would find small nicks, stretch marks, or softer spots in the green pudge around her tits and lower abdomen, giggling as they pricked their cocks through the dermis. They would wiggle their entire small bodies into the subcutaneous fat, carving tiny tunnels, eating bits of her green flesh, and settling into the moist warmth.

Inside the tits, the Gnomes made themselves at home in the mammary glands, fucking the fatty tissue and milking the white secretions. They would jostle each other, their hard cocks punching into the tender insides, enjoying the squelch and drip of her tits. Some would climb higher, threading their thin limbs up the internal ducts, aiming for the nipple slits to poke their cocks out just enough to drip and play.

The most thorough colonization was happening in her brain the already mushy, lumpy green matter. A small squad of Gnomes had burrowed up the vertebrae, threading through the spinal column until they reached the base of her skull. They burrowed directly into the soft, semi liquid gray green brain tissue, setting up little chambers between the folds. There, they would fuck the brain constantly, their jumbo cocks punching into the dumb matter, enjoying the pleasant hum and drip of her cerebral fluids. This made her even stupider floatier, dumber, and blissfully vacant which was exactly what the Gnomes wanted.

Down in the deep, warm dark of her womb, the main colony was establishing the Hive Queen chamber. The Gnomes flooded the interior of her uterus, the sticky, viscous womb fluids providing the perfect lubricant. They would fuck the fleshy walls of her womb in tight, rapid groups, their cocks slapping against the inside of the green lining, leaving little trails and nicks. They liked to huddle together, bumping their hard cocks into each other and into the dripping womb meat, treating her reproductive system like a crowded, horny barracks. The more they fucked the lining, the more they tended to plant their tiny gnome refuse bits of gnome scat and chitin into the walls, making her truly their living, breathing hive.