A few

Katrina was tired, she had missed her flight home by mere moments. This stupid hotel would work while she planned out what the hell she's supposed to do now. She wasn't in the mood to with deal more people or problems, except hunger.

*Knock knock knock*

It must be the room service Katrina had ordered, that hadn't taken long. If it was her meal that could only mean one thing, it was going to be horrible and terribly pricy.

"Please help" a strained womans voice said muffled by the door.

Katrina looked through the peephole and saw a woman in tore up clothing. Katrinas mind began to race, no longer did she think about her flight, her meal, or how much this room was costing her. She was only thinking of how to help this woman, not even wondering why this woman would go to a random door on the top floor of this hotel.

Katrina quickly opened the door, pulled the woman in, then closed and locked the door. Katrina brought her eye back up to the peephole keeping watch for anyone that might be following.

"Thank you so much" the woman in tore clothes said, slightly less exasperated.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Katrina wasn't taking her eye away from the peephole.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Her tone becoming more relaxed. "In fact, I'm so much better now that you let me in. There are so few people on this floor."

Katrina suddenly got a bad feeling in her gut. She turned around to face the woman she let in.

"You were one of the few obstacles here."

Katrinas fight or flight was failing her. The threat was a woman who looked like she had been beaten up. The door was locked, with some aggressor out there.

"And you have such a nice body." A sultry smirk appeared on this womans face. "It'llll..." She began shaking "be niceee to see that bodyyyy-" her mild failing became more prominent, but her eyes and face remained focused on Katrina. "...get taken.

The next thing that happened was so sudden. Katrina spotted something that looked like a bug, or something briefly move under the woman's clothes. Then another and another. Katrina panicked her flight response finally kicking in. Katrina leapt for the door latch.

Rebecca found this all too easy. The slugs coming out of her lower holes were crawling their way up her body each racing to a leaping spot, each wanting a body. Rebecca jumped to the woman, grabbing on to her from behind and pulling her away from the door.

Katrina saw a slug move its way from her attacker unnaturally strong arms. She kept struggling to no avail.

"There you go it's nice and ready for you." Katrina was horrified by what this woman was saying. She was talking to slug going into her body.

The slug entered Katrinas mouth. She felt it enter and start secreting something from its body into her mouth. Her mind started to cloud, she began to feel good yet disconnected. Disconnected from her body, but she could see it flail around. She could see the other woman smile back as the slugs reentered her.

Katrina then realized what was happening around her pussy and ass. More slugs were going into her at some point her pants had been removed. Everything felt so good, no more worries no more problems, just drifting away to pleasure.

"Katrina" sat up and looked at Rebecca. She smiled enjoying the feeling of "her" new body. Such a willing host as well.

"So?" Rebecca asked, while pushing the last few slugs into both of their pussies. Rebeccas had helped most of them return to her.

"I love this body, oh. It appears I'm very sensitive, that's fun." A hand now between her legs playing with her new pussy.

"Good we are going to need you to get her ready fast. I can't keep doing transport all alone."

"Oh, you don't need me to do it that quickly."

"Why not?"

Katrina hand began furiously playing with herself as she knew their next conquest. "Room service".