Jon watched the woman heave in the corner and felt a slight hint of pity. The woman seemed to go in and out of consciousness and the moments when she was awake seemed terrifying to her. It was hard to imagine this little, quivering blonde secretary becoming another ruthless sex vampire like the rest of the girls. She looked very small and frightened, like a little dog drenched by a hose.
The woman cried out and slumped to her knees, a trail of green slime trickling down the insides of her thighs. She was clearly losing her battle with the parasite inside of her.
"How long has it been since she was infected?" He asked.
"About half an hour," Leah replied. "You're late, by the way."
The cold glare the girl gave Jon made him uneasy. He had survived his last encounter with Leah, but he didn't think he would be so lucky if he got on her bad side.
"I had some errands to run," Jon replied, trying his best to hide his fear. "So, it's been a half an hour? That means she probably has a couple of hours to go before she's fully turned, right?"
Leah nodded.
"It took a lot longer for me to fully change, but the others were quicker. I don't think my worm understood my body fully."
"So, let's say she has an hour left. What do we do until then? People are going to notice she's missing. They're going to look for her. What will you do when they find her like this?"
Jon pointed to the semi-conscious blonde puddle in the corner. The woman was hardly conscious, blathering about her crotch and how much it hurt.
"I guess I didn't think about that," Leah said.
"And that's why you have me around," Jon said. "I think of these things."
"So, what do we do?"
Jon thought about it for a minute. Ultimately, this was his fault. He had chosen the admin office as the first target. Sure, some of it was tactical. This would give them access to student records and other useful information. However, he'd mainly wanted to see the pretty little blonde that greeted him with a big, warm smile whenever he dropped off copies transform into a sexual goddess. Seeing her drooling on the floor like this ruined the mood.
"You hide her somewhere," Jon said. "I'll man the desk. I'm around here enough that I won't seem out of place. As soon as you get her back on her feet and situated, bring her out."
"I have to be across campus. We're going after Professor Maroney at eleven."
"What? No," Jon said. "That wasn't in the plan. Call it off."
"It was in the plan. Besides, I'm an English major. It won't be hard."
"It was in the plan for later in the week. We can't do all of this stuff at once."
This was bad. If they didn't stagger their infiltration, people would catch on. Accidents would happen. Things could quickly spiral out of control.
"Look, Jon. The girls are impatient. They are not going to follow your schedule. So, I tweaked it a little."
"You can't do that, Leah! If you bunch these things up too much, we're going to get caught."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, causing Jon's blood to run cold. How could things be falling apart before they even began?
Jon motioned for Leah to grab the woman while he crept up to the door. Leah obeyed, seeming as startled as Jon himself. She hefted the blonde onto her feet, causing the woman to let out a soft, high pitch moan. More slime spilled from the blonde's pussy.
Before anything more could happen, Leah pulled the woman into a storage closet and slammed the door. Jon heard a slight struggle and then silence.
The knocking at the door in front of him was now getting frantic and a woman's voice could be heard from the other side. Jon stepped forward and opened the door, revealing Janet Miller.
Janet was the head of student communications in the office. She was a soft, slightly heavy-set woman in her forties. Decades of motherhood had worn on her, but she still had a pretty, welcoming face. Jon wondered what a worm could do for her.
He filed the possibility away and faced the woman.
"Hey Janet, sorry about the delay. I was just putting some supplies away."
Janet looked past Jon's shoulder, a confused expression marking her face.
"Is Heather in there with you. I swore I heard her voice?"
"Heather?" Jon asked, feigning innocence. "Oh no. I have no idea where she is. I haven't seen her."
"Huh, that's odd," Janet replied. "Usually she's in here. She's nearly an hour into her shift and nowhere to be seen."
"That's really odd!" Jon said. He could feel a vein in his temple throbbing and hoped to God Janet didn't notice. "Is there any way I can help out?"
Janet looked at Jon carefully, making his blood pressure spike through the roof.
"Sure. You are the campus pencil pusher. I don't know if it's technically allowed, but I can show you a few things while I wait for Heather to come in."
"Awesome! Yeah! Show me the ropes."
Jon corralled Janet out of the room and towards the main office, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Getting through this meant putting out one fire at a time.
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"Hello my beautiful, precious Hornettes!" Megan exclaimed as she sat down at the lunch table.
The cheerleaders all looked up at her and collectively gasped in shock. A not insignificant number had their eyes trained on Megan's chest.
"Holy shit! Megan Jensen, is that you?" Emmy Belisario asked. "You look fine!"
Emmy was a lovely girl with olive skin and black hair cut in a stylish bob. She had a good body as well.
"What are you talking about?" Megan asked, playing innocent. "I'm just my normal self!"
"Yeah, sure, normal," Nina Kota said. "You look like a supermodel right now."
"You're too kind. So, what's up, ladies?"
"Actually," Nina said. "We were just talking about the whole Leah-Jessie situation."
"Oh no."
"Uh, oh. Someone knows something and doesn't want to tell!" Emmy said, poking Megan.
Yeah, I know I'm shoving a worm in your cunt the second I get the chance, my little Italian beauty.
"I really shouldn't talk about it. It's private."
"Out with it! I wanna know," Casey Mozolla snapped.
Of all the Hornettes, Casey was the only one Megan actively disliked. She was a pushy, bratty girl with zero tact. Before her transformation, Megan put up with it. Now that she could feel fresh power flowing through her veins, things were going to be different.
Still, as much as she wanted to punt Casey off a cliff, Megan had to admit the girl had her strengths. Her knockers were huge even without a worm in her pussy and her pushy attitude would surely make her a fun sister to have around.
"Well now I'm not going to tell you out of spite, Casey." Megan said, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Oh, come on," Casey said.
"Look what you've done now, Case!" Emmy said, giving her friend a shove in the arm.
"Ugh, fine. Sorry I was an asshole," Casey grumbled. "Is there anything you can tell us, Megan?"
So, this is what a little confidence gets you? Megan felt a swell of energy erupt within her. Suddenly, the world felt like her oyster.
"Okay, okay. Because you apologized, I'll give you my perspective on the whole situation. But first, what have you guys heard?"
Nina and Emmy's faces fell, and they suddenly looked somber.
"Two nights ago, Jessie stayed over at our place. She said Leah tried to kiss her. She seemed really shaken up about the whole thing," Nina said.
"Yeah, then we saw her the next day at breakfast and she was a total wreck. She told us to stay away from Leah and-" Emmy trailed off, her face practically turning green.
"And?" Megan asked. This didn't sound good.
"And you," Casey answered for Emmy. "You and your roommate."
"Oh?"
Damn, Megan thought. How much has that bitch told them?
"That's part of why we wanted to hear your perspective," Nina said. "To be honest, we've all been kinda freaked out about the whole thing."
"It hasn't helped that both Leah and Jessie dropped off the map a few days ago. We've hardly seen either one. Or you, for that matter," Emmy added.
I better get this under control quick. The last thing I need is for this bunch to start suspecting me of something.
"Alright," Megan said. "I guess I should clear some things up."