The Next Morning

As your eyes flutter open, you feel the warm bodies that surround you. Mary, Francesca, Joel, Shannon and Kelly are just some of the mass of newly minted Brood Hosts that have occupied the Arnold's living room, the ground covered with pillows and mattresses. There's upwards of 40 people between the ages of eighteen and sixty-eight here, and they represent the vast majority of your neighbors on this block. Having used yours, Francesca's, and Mary's Brood Bugs to infest the neighbors one by one, you had steered the growing numbers of melded humans to this house, and by nightfall you had returned to the Nest to join in the carnal activities within. Between the moans, gasps, groans, and melodic sounds of impassioned sex, you could hear the bodies of your Brood members twisting and cracking as they changed and mutated; it was so easy to savor the pulsing underneath their skin of new organs forming and muscles twisting with newfound purpose. As you pull yourself away from the group of people around you, your gaze takes in the surprisingly large number of unbonded Brood Bugs flying around the humid, sex-musk filled room - your first Hive.

In a few days time, this group would begin to Swarm in other places. It was imperative at this point that you begin to acquire Brood Hosts in a more organized and strategic manner - rather than simply putting a Bug in any person available. Once the local law enforcement and medical services were under Brood control however, the mass conversion of the city could commence, before spreading out father beyond. Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you decide to sate the hungry feelings you have.

As you strut naked to the kitchen, you feel a churning motion inside your gut - no doubt some of the Brood embryos that had been pumped into you by the infested men had begun to mature. Putting together a smoothie from the limited remaining food, you chug it down rapidly as a lovely blonde enters the room.

Kristin had been until yesterday a financial advisor at a local credit union, however with a Bug firmly entrenched in her skull, the curvaceous blonde was rapidly beginning to transition into Breeder status. With her womb pumped full of embryos by several enthusiastic male Brood members, each step Kristin takes has her bulging belly gently pulsing and wiggling. As you two chit-chat, you decide that Kristin would make an excellent Trojan horse to get the Brood into the confines of the local hospital, or possibly somewhere else like the police station.

Discussing this idea with the enthusiastic blonde over the lovely sounds of Kristin's churning clutch of Brood Bugs, you smile when Mia comes in with a bulging stomach as well. The lithe brunette had been in your high school class, though she had been in different social circles, and you didn't know each other well. It hadn't stopped you from holding her while a Brood Bug had squirmed into her pouty lips, but now the girl looked perfectly radient as her belly gurgled and hissed. Joining in on scavenging, every few minutes the infested student pauses, moaning as her belly wobbles and grows even larger. Both women will have to birth their clutches soon, which brings you to the next question: