A McMansion in a gated subdivision

As you climb into your car, a late model imported sedan, you decide you must head back for your parents house. Savoring the gurgling and churning of your new body's abdomen, you feel the changes begin under your fair skin. Rolling down the state highway, the pangs of hunger begin, and you know you'll need lots of sustenance to not only sustain these changes, but to gestate your first clutch of Brood spawn. Pulling into a convenience store, you fill up the gas tank and pile your arms high with carb-heavy snacks, sugary bottles of soda, and a mountain of prepackaged sweets. The clerk only gives you a moment's glance, as the $75 dollar total wont make too much of a difference to the bank account your parents have set up for you. Taking your bags of sustenance to your car, you drive down the road to a shuttered business before sending a text off to your parents that you are coming home.

Checking to make sure you aren't being watched, you direct your new hands to start opening and tearing packages of sweets, and sachets of crackers, stuffing food into your hungry maw with enthusiasm. That the food these humans taste is fairly palatable for you is a bonus, and you continue to chug and chew your way through the purchases prodigiously. Your stomach reacts happily, the changing organ absorbing the carbohydrates and calories and funneling them into the rapidly mutating parts of you. Another hour or two, and your host's reproductive organs will be ready to begin growing your inhuman spawn, so that you can further your mission. Finishing your first round of sustenance, and still hungry, you bag up the mess of bottles and cellophane and toss it into the passenger footwell, before steering your car back onto the highway. Coming into the next town, you see a line of fast food restaurants that interest you; from your host, you know that these places offer even more high-calorie contented meals, so you steer your car into the first establishment, a burger joint.

The clerk only gives you a slight eye of concern when you pay for the 5 Super Burger combos, complete with large fries and sodas, though the person at the next window helpfully gives you a carrier for the large, corn-syrupy sodas. With a burger in your hand before you even are out of the lot, its time to hit up the rest of these human eateries, regardless of cost. If everything goes well, you will have a couple offspring to convert your host's parents into your first Brood soldiers before they raised any concerns. Snarfing down a couple burgers and some of the sodas as you pull into the Taco Hut next door, you repeat the process, getting several Mega Burrito combos with sides and drinks for yourself, with the clerk again paying you little mind.

Turning on the radio as you park behind a copse of trees of the main drag across from some houses that the fast food stores separate from the highway, you feast on your second round of food, unbuttoning your shirt down to your breasts so you aren't too much of a mess by the time you get home. A thick sheen of sweat coats your warm body, the changes raising your body temperature as the human muscles and organs attempt to keep up with the alien chemical commands that you send from your spot next to Allison's now-conquered brain. With the ability to ignore some sensory inputs, its easy enough to ignore your gag reflex as you shovel food into you, nearly done with the current set of burgers and burritos. Your successful acquisition of a host body excites you, and as you finish the last of your food and pull your car out onto the road, you cant help but slide a hand down the front of your shorts, rubbing the arousal-slick flesh at the entrance to your pussy. In the setting sun, you have to make a decision for what to do next while you masterbate and drive: