We need a proper nutrient source

“… and how exactly do I fit in that equation?”, she slowly asked. “Like… helping you guys unload some sort of food or something?”

You inform her she’s nearly on the mark. The waiver she signed included her written consent to participate in the feeding process, somewhat similar to giving blood.

“No way! Absolutely not, I’m not letting you guys give me crabs!”

You remind her she can leave anytime, without pay of course. At this she bites her lip, thinking about how much the money could really help her out. Plus it’s only for a few hours a week. She slowly mutters “Ok… so what would I have to do?”.

It’s a simple process, you tell her. She’ll be made to wear a special latex underwear with the insects inside, and keep it on for a few hours while you monitor her progress.

She winced thinking of the tight panties filled with crabs, but steeled herself.

“Alright then. Let’s do it.”

You hand her the underwear and leave her to change in the examination room. As she comes out, she looks anxious but otherwise physically fine.