Once upon a time there were the Mantis Lords. Four legendary warriors of the Mantis Tribe, a tribe of exclusively female Mantises. There were two subspecies of Mantis. The dominant, and inferior. The fourth member of the Mantis Lords felt powerless and pitiful compared to them. She spoke for the inferior, more weaker Mantis females. She took a dark envious turn, she and the others began embracing a horrible infection that strengthens their bodies at the cost of their own free will and mental capacity, devoted to spreading it.

She was now stronger than her three sisters. But in the end, this rebellion was destroyed. Now dubbed the Traitor Lord, she and the others who embraced the infection were banished from the clan.

They retreated to the abandoned and expansive Queen’s Gardens. However, the Traitor Tribe, while stronger than the Mantis Tribe… began to fall…

The infection festered inside their bodies longer than average feeble bugs. The will of the Mantis kept them alive, but that was only growing the infection inside them. Their bodies grew thicker, plumper, squishier. They were very noticeably infected, their eyes now a glowing orange, and their sheer width.

You see Traitor Lord in her private room, staring at a reflection, worrying but also blushing at her swelling appearance. Her tail had grown fat, her thighs were almost as thick as her throne, her six pack turned into a pudgy and squishy belly, her breasts were now huge and secreted the orange infection.

🧡The infection seems to have made my body thicker…🧡

she rubs her jiggly and bigger body with her sharp mantis claws.

🧡Is this a good thing?🧡