It had been weeks since poor Cecilia traveled out into the Mojave Desert in search of little adventure, little did she know her womb and fertility had too much value to go unnoticed. Raiders swiftly went in for the lone traveler and took all her supplies, as well as any clothes, and in exchange the boatflies got the most precious thing of all, her womb. The mutant insects swiftly took her away to their cavern and tied her down and immediately bombarded her with ejaculations.

The raiders and boatflies had struck a deal in which they’d work together and the raiders would get any and all supplies, and the boatflies would get food, or if a fertile female, incubators for their larvae. They we always happy to get hold of a healthy fertile human female, for they could carry many more of their kind and they could pump out colonies worth during their ideal breeding years.

After a few weeks her belly began to grow, bigger and bigger, her stomach rippled intensely as there were dozens of larvae gestating in her stomach. She had never been pregnant or given birth before in her life, and now that was all changing. If she was going to be used for breeding purposes she'd have much rather been used for in the Legion, or ideally she would have wanted to make babies for her boyfriend. But all that was too late now. Each day she was used by these boatflies, and she’d frequently squeeze one squirming maggot out after another, as if she were an assembly line.