A group of people barricaded inside a store

"What the hell are those things?! We haven't done anything wrong! Are we safe in here? What if they break in?!" Catherine, a plump blonde woman, screamed hysterically, crouching in a corner with her husband next to her, trying to calm her down.

"Shhh, we'll be okay, the door is blocked, they can't get in," Nathan said slowly, gradually quieting his wife's screams.

"I'll tell you, I'm not going to be alright if I have to hear that bitch's moaning for much longer," a middle-aged man named Ryan, wearing a light suit that complemented his messed brown hair, said, the other two people in the room giving him annoyed looks.

"Come on, old man, her husband's right there. I'd keep a lid on it if you don't want to take one to the jaw," Ethan said, a man a good ten years younger than the businessman. He was wearing a ratty pair of jeans and a shirt for some punk rock band, his hair dark and long, chains dangling from his pants and earrings, a punk through and through.

"Shut up, you little shit. I was talking about her," the older man said, pointing out the blocked door at the moaning woman standing outside. She was a tall black woman, her stomach bulging and face slack with pleasure as she faced the storefront, spreading her pussy lips and rubbing one of her large tits.

"What is she doing?" asked the store clerk, a young woman in her early twenties with short dyed red hair and pretty hazel eyes, a small name tag pinned to her shirt reading Carly.

"What does it matter what she's doing?! Didn't you see what those people turned into?! Oh god, I don't want to become a... a..." The blonde wife couldn't bear to finish the sentence, breaking out into tears again.

"On second thought..." the businessman said, a wry smile on his face. Nathan, a tall man with short black hair, shot him a dark look before returning to his wife. The five of them sat in the small building, some sort of teen fashion chain store, trying to ignore the moans coming from the hot woman outside.

"Okay, but what is she doing?" Ethan finally asked, peeking out the shop window to look while doing his best to not give away the fact that they were hiding inside. He couldn't help but pop a stiffie as he watched the ebony beauty throw her head back in obvious rapture. "Holy shit, what's coming out of her?" he asked, drawing Carly and Ryan to crowd beside him to watch.

Sliding out of the woman's dark nether lips was a fat white worm. It thrashed around as it slowly wriggled its way out of its host. The dark-skinned woman's moans quieted slightly as it squeezed its way out and plopped to the pavement, only to pick up again when another of the creatures began following its sibling. The heavy flesh of her enormous tits also began bulging outward, more of the slugs easing out her large nipples.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Carly said, holding a hand to her mouth and pulling away from the window to hide behind the counter. The two men continued to watch as more and more of the vile creatures poured out of the woman, until her breasts had shrunk by five sizes and her pregnant belly was completely gone. Completely empty, the woman wandered off, eyes fixed vacantly on some distant target. The worms, at least two dozen of them, squirmed in a wet pile before separating and crawling towards the door.

"Oh shit, they're coming this way. Do you think they know we're in here?" Ethan asked in a hushed tone, still watching out the window as the slugs got closer.

"Don't be stupid, even if they do, they can't get in. We're perfectly safe here," Ryan said, his voice shaking very slightly as fear began to fill his mind. Everyone else around the room, with the exception of Catherine, hurriedly agreed, none of them wanting to admit any other possibility.