"... is to be strong."

As the shell demons swarm towards you, you are horribly aware of your own weakness. Everything you once dreamed of you have lost because you were too weak to escape, too weak to fight, too weak to resist the temptation of the demon cum. You never want to be that weak again.

Shots of pain-turned-pleasure shoot up your legs as the first shell demons clamp on and slip their tendrils through your thinned skin to bond with your nervous system, and you throw back your head as yet another orgasm wracks you. Your female juices drench the shell demons as they skitter up your legs, clamping on and fusing with you. The tide of bugs climbs your legs and begins to plate your torso, but you are just barely aware that they are leaving your pussy uncovered. You fall to the ground, thrashing in orgasm after orgasm as the pain of the demonic bonding turns to white-hot pleasure in your warped mind. As you collapse to the ground the shellbugs swarm you, covering your arms and chest, melting into your breasts, covering even your face. Through the fires of pleasure, you feel a final shellbug clamp down over your pussy, and an explosion of pleasure consumes your mind.

When you come too, you can feel the hard stones of the courtyard against your scaled back, and the warm softness of Julia and Irene rubbing up against you. Julia is suckling on what used to be your breasts, while Irene rubs her pussy against yours. Pushing them both off, you clamber to your feet and survey your new body. The shellbugs have turned from pasty white to a marbled red and black, and almost your entire body is coated in a hard carapace like layers of scale mail. Your breasts are smooth and still soft, but the same black-and-red as the rest of you, and your hands are now tipped with carapace talons. You raise your hands to your head and feel at your hair - it seems to have grown thicker, many segmented strands rather than the countless threads of human hair.

You feel an immense surge of strength run through you. You could leap the wall from a standing start, bend iron, smash through doors, run for days without flagging. You feel a sudden eagerness to use your new strength, to strike down any who stand in your path, to leave the men bloody and dead and fill the women's wombs with your spawn. Acting on instincts you cannot place, you flex muscles deep within your core. The elytra covering your crotch split apart, and a ribbed organ extends to taste the open air - your ovipositor.

You briefly wish to test your new member, to plant shell demon eggs in Julia and Irene's wombs, but you know intuitively that the brands on their pubises mark them as already claimed. If you wish to seed a womb, you must find one unspoilt.

"Magnificent..." Irene whispers in awe. "Sabine, you are so lucky! I am jealous." She actually blushes.