She's going to check them out. Thoroughly.

Darla swiftly drags the pair to the rear of the vehicle and begins to pat them down. "Umm, what, what is this...?" protests the father.

"I'm just doing my duty, Mr..." drawls Darla groping the pairs' crotches.

"Robbins," says the father. "Peter Robbins."

"Mmmmm, that's nice, Peter," she coos, rubbing her breasts against him. "Call me Darla..."

Anthony groans. "This... this can't be what you're supposed to do..."

Darla pulls back from the pair, and grins. "Mmmmmmm. Seems like you're askin' questions you shouldn't Anthony. Now how do I stop that?" She feigns thinking about this, and then laughs. "Oh, I know!" She lifts up her illusionary shirt, revealing her massive tits, and pulls the Robbins men to her breasts. Within seconds the pair are guzzling down her tainted milk, the Strain infecting them. "That's it, babies.... That's it..."

The mother and daughter are straining their heads, trying to see what's going on. "Peter!" comes the wife's voice. "Peter, are you almost finished back there? What is taking so long?"

Darla releases the pair from her breasts. The two men groan in displeasure. Darla nods back at the SUV. "I think I need to question them as well. Why don't you... go get them for me?" Peter and Anthony look back at the van. Peter is on the same side as the daughter, and Anthony on the same side as the mother, so the pair begin to shift. Darla shakes her head. "Now, boys," she coos, "why do you want to complicate things when it can be so simple..." The two men catch her meaning, and smile in degenerate thought. The Strain is already destroying their minds, making what should be unthinkable seem like a decadent delight.

The pair lope back to the SUV, the tents in their pants painfully obvious, and open the doors. "Come on, momma," groans Anthony, tugging his mother out of her seat.

"The officer wants to see you, Paige," mumbles Peter, as he pulls the young woman.

"Daddy...!" she cries as her father drags her along. "Daddy, you're hurting me!"

"Anthony, what has gotten into you?" asks the mother, as her son pulls her from her seat and cops a feel of her breasts as he does so.

"Anthony's just doing what Officer Darla says, Ellen," replies Peter, even as he gropes Paige's ass. The women both scream in bewilderment when they see Darla standing there, her huge breasts out and dripping with black milk. But the screams don't last long when Darla shoves their faces to her nipples with the male Robbins' help. Soon the two women are suckling down her tainted fluids just as the men did earlier. Darla nods and Peter begins to tear off his daughter's clothes, even as Anthony does the same for his mother.