“C’mon… Just stay riiight there…” A lady in her early twenties mumbles quietly, a camera in her hand as she focuses in on the majestic moose before her in the lush forest.
She wasn’t anything out of the ordinary - an average frame, and shoulder-length, brown hair with equally brown eyes and a B-cup chest.
But moments before she could snap the shot, the moose is spooked by something before dashing off in a hurry. It didn’t even seem like she had been the one to scare it. She pouts and sighs, lowering the camera.
“Damn it… Okay, who ruined my shot?” She turns her gaze in the opposite direction of where the moose had run...only to freeze up on the spot. Standing between the trees, facing her directly, she first thinks she stumbled upon some sort of oddly-placed movie prop. With two huge pincers and a arcing tail that ends in a sharp stinger, there’s no doubt that she’s looking at...a scorpion? The only problem is that the thing is far from the correct size. Though her doubts about its legitimacy is soon broken as its pincer strikes forward before she can even react, grabbing her in a tight grip.
“Ow! l-l-let go of me…!” She shrieked, hitting the well-armored pincer to no avail, dropping her camera in her fight to escape. The scorpion, though, doesn’t even flinch, instead it steadily lowers that stinger towards her - it’s like it was just playing with her terror, at first pointing it towards her head, before lowering the stinger to her chest.
“Please… Wh-whatever you are... “ She pleads, squirming helplessly at the verge of crying. But the scorpion shows no mercy, suddenly jabbing the stinger deep into her shoulder and making her let out a scream or excruciating pain - she could feel her shoulder pulse...pulse with what she assumes to be venom pumping into her body.
But not long after, the large scorpion pulls back its tail and drops her down into the forest floor. Curling up in pain, she put her hand onto the wound, unable to run away from the monster that had attacked her. But… The scorpion just stands there, watching her…
Her arm is getting numb… The venom kicking in, she suspects. But when she manages to open her eyes just barely and look down at her hand, her eyes go wide in shock. Her hand is shiny...and yellow. Before her eyes, she can watch as her fingers just seem to retreat into her palms, growing short, and claw-like. Heck, her entire arm seems to slim down as the black, plate-like layers appear to replace her skin.
Her fear overrides the pain, and she manages to sit up, but getting to her feet proves too difficult, as she sluggishly falls back onto her stomach. At this point, she can’t hold back the tears, which flow freely from her terrified face.
“This...this isn’t happening...it can’t be…” Is all she can mutter out, not even noticing that her bangs are being parted by two growths protruding from her forehead - a pair of antennas. Though hidden by her pants, her legs are facing the same change as her arm, her feet falling off as her feet become too small for them to fit, and her sides burn with an intense pain, as a third pair of limbs begin to sprout and tear through her clothing with their sharp claws. At this point, her other arm was being affected by the change as well.
Her shoulder blades feel strange, too - or rather, the area just right next to them… She curls up, hugging herself with both pairs of upper limbs as her clothes are torn further as see-through wings jut out of her back in an almost majestic manner. To her, though, there is nothing majestic about this.
Her torso begins to bulge, round out as her breasts seem to be shrinking away, her nipples fading out of existence, and leaving her bra to simply be hugging her gradually rounding torso. Her ass didn’t feel any better, either. It feels much worse… Her pants suddenly tears as her ass tears it apart. For a moment, it’s like her rear just grew inhumanly large… But it begins to mend itself, losing its classic features and, instead, beginning to morph into what can almost be classified as a tail… Though its width hastily increases, gaining the same, yellow color, with black rings along the length.
The lady can only stare back at herself - she couldn’t recognize her own body. Nothing about it is even human anymore…
“I’m… I look like…” Before she can even finish, she’s interrupted by her own coughing, and even then, her voice seems to gradually disappear - along with her lips. Her face juts forward, the corners of her lips growing in size until changing into mandibles and making her incapable of speech. As terrified as she is, though… The more she tries to think about it, the harder it becomes for her to pinpoint why that is. Her head feels...foggy, strange. Memories, dreams, everything… It’s like all is being wiped from her mind. But, she doesn’t feel terrified by it. In fact, she couldn’t care less… The only thing that interests her is the strong scent of humans in the distance. As her sight becomes split into the thousands, the new, huge wasp takes to the skies, intently flying towards her own hometown.
---A few hours later---
Every door and every window is shut - lights in all houses turned off. Besides special forces, almost everyone is hiding, cowering in fear, with loud, unbearable buzzing ringing through towns and cities alike. A real-life nightmare was spreading across the world.
Insects the size of monsters, flying and running in giant swarms, attack any human they come across - stinging, biting… Whatever they can to infect their victim. Before long, the poor human finds themselves as one of the growing swarm - a mindless drone, dead-set on ridding the world of humanity. The insect one becomes seems to be completely and utterly random - even if one’s bit by a spider, or stung by a wasp, they may just end up as a cricket.
No one has any clue how or why this is happening, and neither has any attempts at exterminating the plague proved useful. Instead, the forces that try only end up increasing their numbers.