A week

Slipping into your new place in society as heading-to-college Allison, you revel in the pleasure that you gain from the knowledge of the three bugs growing in your modified, hybrid womb. Barely even showing on your skin, the bugs take a week to grow to maturity, feeding on your nutrients as they swell and form. Most of that week is spent in your room, admiring the girly decor, with fingers and toys in your pussy for hours on end. In the meantime you text your friends, go out shopping, and decide on a couple different plans for expansion of your Brood. While it would be easy enough to get one of the many thirsty boys that want to fuck you alone, some discretion would be necessary to not end up being found out. Even though it wasn't the idea you'd probably go with, it was easy to fantasise about sitting on some hunk's face, moaning as one of your fellow Bugs squirmed out of your nether lips and burrowed into his skull. Maybe something for later perhaps, after you had a secure place where you could retreat to and be yourself. Examining your options, you made a list of possible candidates:

• The first option would be your parents, Joshua and Amy. It wouldn't be too hard to get a Bug into each of them, and their wealth would be useful in acquiring more resources for your Brood, along with making the McMillian house a safe space for Bugged hosts to stop at. The only problem was that both your parents worked, meaning you would have to find a third person to become your Breeder - though if you wanted, you could become one yourself.
• The second would be a neighbor's house, like the Valdez's, Cartwrights', or Anderson's households. Each of these had their own risks, but that would just be something you would have to overcome when the time came.
• The third would be to make one of your friends into a Bug host, and their family as well. Sally, Emma, Katie, or Trish could easily brought over and converted, then given a couple Bugs to turn their parents, but that would mean traveling to their houses each time you had to meet face-to-face.

On a hot July evening, as you watch a movie alone late at night, you made your decision as you let your first set of bugs craw out of your pussy. You admire their forms, gently clicking and chirping to them in your native language with your modified vocal cords, letting them wriggle around you as you quietly inform them about the biology of humans while you masterbate gently.