Largely, yes. Those that see a member of the hive are simply turned into one themselves. (Latex takeover route)

(Although this chapter starts the same as the other, it deviates towards a different outcome and route)

Lori Hope wasn't an insomniac. She was simply nocturnal. Her habit of gaming until the early hours of the morning - and it wasn't an addiction, thank you very much! - also didn't mash all that much with her work as a freelance writer, so her being up at two in the morning wasn't that unusual. What was unusal was what she had seen from her kitchen window when she had gone to get something to drink, the carton of juice now dropped to the ground, forgotten and spilling all over the tiles. Lori herself was still frozen, staring out of the window with her jaw hanging slack and her eyes wide and round as saucers.

What the hell what the hell what the hell what the hell!

Maybe Lori wasn't getting enough sleep, and now she was hallucinating. How else could she explain the smooth, shiny, definitely inhuman shape that had dashed across the roofs across the street from her apartment, crawling faster than a human could sprint? It had been too fast to make out much detail, but Lori thought she remembered curves, a long tail whipping behind the thing, and a definitely alien, elongated head.

Finally waking from her stupor, Lori dashed to the window, ripping it open to lean out of it and stare into the direction the thing had disappeared in. Of course, she couldn't see anything... But she could hear a low, threatening hiss from behind her.

"Sssstupid little preyling..." Turning around slowly, Lori found herself staring into a face that was half voluptuous, sensual femininity, half featureless, blank dome, all smooth, shiny rubber - and baring metallic, glinting fangs in a feral snarl. A distant, detached part of Lori's mind wondered how the thing was holding on to the wall, humonguous rubber tits hanging sideways, the only part of the alien's physique that succumbed to gravity. The rest of Lori's mind was simply blank, unable to wrap her head around the situation. "Saw my sister... and you just had to give yourself away. Welcome to the hive, preyling."

Lori's scream was stuck in her throat as the latex being lunged for her and into the kitchen, and when it had pinned Lori to the floor and those impossibly full, impossibly smooth lips pressed against Lori's, an intoxicating, heady goop began to fill her mouth. She didn't feel like screaming anymore.

"I'm telling you, man! Some kind of fetish bitch, all latex and stuff!" Vincent's rambling excourses about what he'd seen on his way back from his weed dealer were accompanied by wild gesticulating. "She was on the roof, super fast and she had the biggest tits I've ever fucking seen, dude!"

"Rrright. Did Ned sell you anything else, this time? Something, uh, stronger?" Roland obviously didn't believe a word Vincent was saying. Then again, what he'd seen was pretty crazy... But it had been real! He didn't even smell the weed he'd bought yet! But when he told Roland as much, he only earned a raised eyebrow. "So you're either pulling my leg or you should get your head checked. Either way, not really my problem. Just promise me you'll get an appointment with a doctor and let's smoke a blunt."

"Alriiiight..." Of course Roland didn't believe him. Vincent probably wouldn't believe himself if he hadn't seen what he had seen. But he'd show him. He'd find that latex thing again. And take photos. Right after taking a hit from this blunt.

He didn't even see the hit that threw him to the ground coming. Or the black shape that began feeding him mouthful after mouthful of black goop until it was pushing him to the ground.

Yawning, Carolyn locked her car, internally grousing about the fact that she'd once again racked up overtime at the coffee shop that she would have to fight her boss over until he paid her for it. But for now, she'd get inside, throw on a show and binge until she fell asleep while--

Her train of thought was rudely interrupted when something slammed into her body and tackled her onto the street. Before Carolyn's rattled mind could even form another thought, she already felt something cool and smooth on her mouth - undeniably lips, rubbery and full and distinctly inhuman. The first taste alone was enough to make her crave more... and more she got, mouthful after mouthful.

The Queen could feel it. All over town, new sisters were being born, new members inducted to the hive. Pitch black domes consumed faces, rubbery smooth breasts ripped shirts apart, tails whipped through rents in pants and lifted skirts, and with it all, the Queen's power rose ever higher. Her body tightened, a feeling similar to when she had first changed suffusing her, and right there, in the very center of the hive, the Queen began to grow.

The small crest at the back of her elongated head began to widen, turning the entire smooth oblong dome into a triangular wedge shape that widened as the Queen grew. With every new change out in the city, with every swelling breast, the Queen's rubber nipples hardened more and more, every gasp of the new hive members was echoed by her own, full lips, and lube began to drip from between her legs. Rolling into a half-sitting position, the Queen leaned against the rubber mound she had been sitting on, positioning the pipes on her back so she could recline comfortably - and really enjoy what was happening to her.

With the room seemingly shrinking around her, the Queen ran both hands over her smooth rubber skin, luxuriating in the way it stretched and expanded. Squeezing her already enormous breasts, the Queen realized that her proportions were not, as she had half-expected, staying the same. No, even as she grew larger, her breasts and thighs most of all gained mass, outpacing the growth of the rest of her body, giving her an ever more voluptuous appearance, even as her head-crest kept widening.

One hand wandering deeper, between thickening legs and to the slick honeypot between them, the Queen kept rubbing and squeezing her expanding breasts, a strange feeling of tightness building a bit below the black, rubber orbs. As the Queen began to tease her eager slit, slowly lengthening nubs had formed where her ribcage would have ended, had the Queen and her hive still possessed bones. The Queen found she could control them just like she could control her legs and arms, soon realising that that was what they were: as the elbows and hands began to form, the Queen finally began to dip one finger into her rubber pussy.

The less and less vestigial arms began to support the Queen's left hand in caressing her swelling boobs, at first only reaching the rubber being's underboob, but soon, they were able to reach the Queen's rock-hard nipples, pinching and flicking to her heart's content. Tail flicking across the rubber floor, the Queen pushed another finger inside herself, languidly pumping in an out of her snatch, sensually biting her lower lip with metal teeth that glinted in the gloom.

She felt ever stronger as her arousal built, even though her body did not, in fact, become more muscular as it grew larger and curvier. Moaning and mewling, the Queen kept rubbing herself, slowly building speed as her juices squelched between her legs. The fact that her growth was a physical manifestation of the increasing power of the hive gave her just as much satisfaction as the the simple touch of her four arms did.

The additional pair the Queen had grown stayed far smaller than her main arms, though, barely able to reach the nipples of her enlarged breasts to play with the hardened nubs, but it was more than enough for the Queen as she writhed lustfully, squeaking as her palm ground into her slick latex clit. Mind awash with the influx of new hive members, one after the other turned out in the city, the Queen began to pant breathlessly despite not requiring air since she had turned. Her vision of a world rid of the affront of roughness and sharp edges came closer with every newly transformed sister...

"Nnnnnng~!" A climax rippled through the Queen, but even as she kept growing larger, she did not let up on either her breasts or her dripping pussy.

As the first latex aliens returned from the city or, in the case of the newly turned, reached the hive for the first time, the Queen was still languidly touching herself, now towering over even the Warrioress. The hive would need remodeling to accommodate her.