Antoinette loses consciousness...

The worm woman smashed the glass and slithered into the hallway, abandoning her first victim to its fate. Antoinette felt a pulsation inside her belly, a squirming, like the seed was taking hold of her already. Her heart began to slow, breathing became difficult, and at last she passed out on the cold floor.

When she awoke, she was on a medical table. The room was full of other patients; doctors, soldiers, and technicians that she recognized. It was as she expected. They had no idea how bad it was going to get for them.

Her strength was gone, but her body was throbbing. Her belly seemed to be oscillating, pulsing in need. Something coiled inside of her, slithering in the depths of her flesh, consuming it. She was still naked, but a sequence of electrodes sat gently on her abdomen, monitoring the beast within. If they knew what was going on, they would have simply put a bullet in her, or flooded the room with poison. All was going as she imagined.

She propped herself up on her elbows. Her legs were wet, and her pussy slick, like she was on the verge of powerful sex with a lusted after lover. She knew that the alien flesh was growing within her, and would soon be in control.

The other victims had varied problems. The creature was designed to be a creative one. It manufactured new fates for every victim it came across, new creatures to consume them. It read their minds, duplicated them, collected them, and passed judgment. They all would have their own endings.

One young black-haired woman, a new doctor, she thought, seemed to have a hundred snakes coiling inside her belly and chest. She couldn't rest. They seemed to be consuming her aggressively. The outline of them was not limited to her belly, but that was the center of it. It must have been hit first. They were also in her chest, and her breasts; they were in her thighs, and buttocks; they squirmed about her neck.

There was a man that was losing his skin to it. It was becoming rigid, scaly, otherworldly. He seemed to be in his early forties, and the creature he was consumed by easily overpowered him. His penis was rigid, perhaps a foot long, and throbbing. The worm woman had had her way with him. He was handcuffed down, but she would have thought of that. Why they hadn't killed him could only be for the sake of research, which was fitting, the more she thought about it.

Lastly, there was a thirty year old woman with inhuman breasts. They were impossibly large, debilitating. They lactated by the moment, and a machine had been hooked up to give her relief. One of them was easily larger than her torso. The worm woman got smarter with every victim, and she was quite certain that she would not exclusively target the breasts of a woman without some complicated greater plan. The blond nurse heaved, her face red, eyes streaked with tears, as the machines worked hard to evacuate her swollen flesh. What devilry awaited them here?

The medical doctor was a redhead, twenty six years of age, with an uncanny confidence to her. It wasn't a benefit when she was hired, in Antoinette's book. Her name was Dr. Emma Robins, and she was as distant as a medical doctor could be, maybe more so. Were they paying off her education? Was that why she took this cursed position in this place? Or was it for a more sinister reason?

"You're awake. Dr. Antoinette Hazel? The administration wants to speak with you about the accident. It's spreading quickly. We've locked down the facility." She walked to the bedside and investigated a sequence of ultrasounds, pictures of the alien within.

In a rush, Antoinette was suddenly brutally aroused. "Oh!" Her hips bucked, and the stirring in her belly picked up the pace. It was harsh now, the monster within her flesh groping for the remainder of her flesh.

Robins turned to assess her patient, professionally concerned for her well being, but didn't react quickly enough. Though Antoinette's hips bucked, the threat came from her mouth. A long tendril shot out of it and into the air, throwing Emma against a wall in the process. It dove down on the stunned blond doctor with a lust like Antoinette had never felt, plunging into her throat.

Antoinette could...feel it...

She felt some strange fluid shoot out of the phallic tentacle erupting from the depths of her belly, and into the depths of Emma's. Emma grappled with it, trying to get it out, and coughed hard before slumping to the ground. The movements in Antoinette's body got stronger and faster, and her strength slowly returned as her mind slipped away...