It was completely dark inside the box. The constant motion didn't bother Gloria too much, though. She found that sticking to the bottom of the box was a simple task in her new body. All of the male roaches stuck themselves in place too. She was grateful. As amazing as the bug orgy had felt, she was glad it was over. She could hardly believe that she had just mated with every single roach in this box. And now their babies were growing inside of her? She would have shuddered if it were possible for a roach to do so.
But Gloria actually had bigger things to worry about. Where was Rosa taking her? She was at the complete mercy of the maid. She could decide to crush the entire box at any moment. Gloria spent the entire trip wondering if her life was about to end.
After a length of time Gloria could not even begin to guess, the lid was removed and Gloria felt the box dropped. Every roach inside held on tight and easily survived the impact of the box hitting the ground. Gloria looked up and saw Rosa's face miles away.
"Have fun!" the giant woman cried. "You should get used to being a bug from now on. We're miles from the resort here, no one will ever know where to look for you." And with that the enormous female turned around and disappeared from Gloria's view.
"WAIT!" she screamed in her head. All six of her legs shook with rage. How could this have happened? This was supposed to be a fun vacation and now she was stuck as a bug for the rest of her life? And how long would that be? Surely her life will now be measured in weeks, not years. Gloria could hardly comprehend the unfairness of it all.
The other roaches had already fled the box and Gloria realized why. They were in the bottom of a garbage dumpster and there was food everywhere. At least, food as far as roaches were concerned. Gloria realized how disgusting she would have found this smell if she were still human. But to her tiny roach body, it all smelled amazing. She eagerly bit into the nearest pile of crumbs, totally unsure of what it was. But it didn't matter, it all tasted great to her now.
The dumpster was huge. Huge to her, anyway. It felt like living in a sports stadium. Gloria spent the next few weeks eating and exploring, but mostly just hiding from rats and other insects.
One day she began to feel a very weird sensation in her abdomen. This was new and frightening. Had she been poisoned? She felt an instinctual need to find a secluded space. She crawled inside a coffee sweetener package and began to tremble. Gloria felt a sensation that reminded her of the bug orgy. It wasn't like an orgasm; roaches didn't really feel that way; but it was a strong sense of... well, "pride" was the only word Gloria could attach to it. It was the same kind of pride she'd felt when accepting all the males' sperm.
"Oh!" thought Gloria as she figured it out. She realized what was happening at the same moment her first eggs dropped out of her. As she continued to lay several hundred more inside the sugar packet, she enjoyed the sensation of knowing that this is what she was MEANT to do. She was a female and laying these eggs was her sole purpose in life now. She never would have guessed she'd enjoy laying roach eggs in the bottom of a dumpster, but the instincts in her DNA made sure of it. Gloria was proud of her accomplishment.
And so the summer progressed in a looping cycle. Eating, breeding, laying eggs. Eating, breeding, laying eggs. And then again and again. Gloria became quite happy becoming the mother to an entire army of little roaches. She still had a memory of being human, but each day it became less and less important. Eventually she was perfidy happy being a tiny bug. She had food to eat and males to breed with her. What more could a roach want?