Sara stares in morbid fascination as the body of the woman she had lusted after was transformed into an abhorrent wriggling sack of eggs.Her MIss Fallow had become a host breeder for the captive Grey Stalker. They’d learned about those in class. Miss Fallow had told them how horrible it would to be taken by a Stalker., how they didn’t kill their breeders, instead keeping them alive, insane, and in torment for the rest of their natural lives. The teacher had insisted that any girl caught by one of these demon insects should kill themselves as quickly as possible, in order to avoid such a nasty fate. Now, here she was, bruising all over as she ballooned in size, pissing and crapping herself as she rocked worthlessly on the spot. He Grey Stalker continued to secrete eggs down her mouth and into her bloated tummy. Her legs and arms waved uselessly in the air, having become unable to move under her newly gained weight. A sharp crack in the air was all that could be heard as her sternum broke and her tits flopped her sides, making room for even more eggs to fill her grotesque host-body.
The kind, caring beautiful woman that the class had come to admire was now just a screaming broodmother.to the village executioner’s pet monster.
“Too good for the likes of that Traitorous bitch, if you ask me. Should have fed her to the Giant Firesnakes that the village elder just captured. Would have been a better show.” spoke the guard from behind the weeping girls.
“Well, now, you’ve all seen what a Grey Stalker can do to a girl.. I can tell you, that if anyone here wants to live desperately enough, we can always accommodate you by chucking you in there with her. Otherwise, I have the good fortune to announce that due to Miss Fallow’s defective teaching regiment, the school board has decided that your education has been insufficient. They’ve ordered that you all be terminated immediately, as its just too much effort to retrain you.”
“Please no” came a series of wails from the bereaved class. “We’re too young to die.” “Gods No.” “This can’t be happening to me.”
“Now, now, you’re all to sacrifice yourselves to the farm’s Gourdplants. Your waste of flesh will be recycled into fruit for the whole village to eat. For the rest of this crop cycle. Isn’t that wonderful… you can all have good honourable deaths despite your failure to become productive members of our society”
Sara wept openly as the realisation dawned on her that she was going to die a virgin.