Yes, with some pit stops along the way

Stopping by another couple restaurants on the way out of the little roadside retail complex, with only a couple of slight looks for the smell of arousal coming from your window and hand, you continue to eat as you head for home. An hour later, and you pull the sedan into the driveway, out of the way for your dad's fancy SUV, and mom's sportscar. As you heft your hiking pack onto your shoulders, you button up a couple buttons to help maintain the illusion of normalcy; only once your parents are part of the Brood will you be able to drop your guise of being just an average teenage girl. The house is dark, so your parents must be out, which makes stripping your clothes off and showering easy, and avoids the questions as to why your clothes are excessively filthy. Showering off the sweat and food residues, you lean gently in the shower and masturbate with the moveable head, as your body continues to churn under your skin. Where you burrowed into Allison's head, a pair of fleshy sacs slowly grow, filling with a fluid that you can spit or drool to sedate potential victims, and your body tones as the layer of winter pudge is cannibalized to help build muscle density.

Toweling off, you pause for a moment as you feel your abdomen settle finally. A smirk plays across the face that looks back at you in the mirror, as you revel in the realization that your body is beginning to gestate your first clutch of Bugs. Slipping into bed, you fall asleep with a blissful look on your face; Allison McMillian will be the herald of the fall of humanity.