Sam, the Gardener

"You could always just stick that bug inside the gardener, Sam. I know he has a crush on mom, and thinks I'm pretty hot. He's not bad looking either." Francesca waggles her eyebrows at you, as you both watch Mary chug down a 2 liter of sugary soda.

It's been a couple hours since you got back from the store, and nearly dinner time, so you texted you'd be out and about to your parents. Francesca had stopped eating a while ago, with enough fuel to finish her enhancements, however Mary had kept going, chewing and gulping through more and more food. To her credit, she now sported an fairly athletic body, with a pair of almost hilariously large breasts presiding over a abdomen that was slowly swelling. Over the next few days Mary will grow more and more pregnant, until the Brood Bugs are ready to slide out of their hybrid mother.

"When is he here next? We could use a Brood Soldier." You reply, gathering up another armful of empty packaging for the trash.

"Sam normally comes in on Wednesdays, so tomorrow. If you stayed the night, we could get him nice and early when he first arrives." Francesca leers at the thought of another human joining the Brood, and you can't help but join her.

"I guess he will have to join us. In the meantime however, my pussy needs some attention 'Cesca. Mind giving me a helping hand?" At your invitation, Francesca stands and strips, and you do the same.

"I think I can help Allie, I'll even throw in some helping tongue too." You both giggle at her corny response, and then you practically pounce on each other, kissing furiously as you sink to the floor. Mary is pulled out of her feeding reverie by the lesbian tableau in front of her, and she can't help but masterbate as she watches, jealous her responsibilities to the Brood must take priority.