In her bedroom asleep

As you pad up the carpeted stairs, you feel the arousal from your sex leaking, slowly spreading down your thighs. This is your purpose in life now, placing Bugs in other humans, and it just feels so right to do so. The human parts of Allison would probably be horrified at your thoughts now, but the enslavement process has thoroughly twisted those parts into pliant hybrid Human/Brood flesh. With your synapses fully onboard with the downfall of humanity, and loving it, you approach Francesca's bedroom door.

Part of your enslavement that you hadn't reflected on was the erasure of certain societal opinions and personal preferences in your mind; in particular, you've been re-wired to adore practically any human being irregardless of gender, especially those who have become part of the Brood. That means the fantasies you are imagining of making love to Mary and Francesca after their enslavement have you just as excited as a cute boy would have prior to your infestation. Not that you would mind a cute boy, or two, or a whole continents worth, just so long as they were part of the collective like yourself.

For now however it's best to think small, and make sure Francesca is on the same path of Brood slavery, since there is little room for fun when your mission isn't completed for the moment. Gently turning the knob to your old friend's room, the door yields to you, and you slip into her room silently. The carpeted floor muffles your approach, and Francesca comes into view, half covered in blankets, lying on her back. Her breasts are quite a bit bigger than yours, and her caramel skin glows in the morning sun filtering through the windows; she looks quite angelic snoozing away.

Enough dwelling on your friend and target's beauty for now however, you have a mission you must complete for the Brood. The question remains however: