When Jennifer woke the next morning, she didn't realize anything was different. She didn't even notice that her hands were no longer swollen or sore. Her alarm went off, she got up, and shuffled downstairs to get a glass of juice. Her breasts bounced as she walked but this didn't phaze her. Miraculously, she missed every reflective surface in the house.
The juice was satisfyingly sweet and she gulped it down. Jennifer looked outside in a sort of daze, at the bright sunshine, not noticing that her tongue was quickly growing out of her mouth, pointed and wet, to lick the last bits of juice from the glass. She sucked it back in without thinking, deposited her glass in the sink, and decided to go to school early. She was even still dressed from the day before, even if her shirt was straining against her new breasts (not that she noticed).
The school hallways were quiet when she arrived, but that was fine. Jennifer wandered around, oddly restless. Something was stirring in her stomach and her crotch, a need she couldn't identify. She headed for the bathroom, thinking that perhaps she could fulfill the need there. It was in the bathroom that she finally noticed her new appearance.
Jennifer stared at herself. And stared some more. "Oh my god!" she said, finally snapping out of whatever daze she had been in. "My boobs are huge and my... my hair! My skin!" As she felt everything to make sure it was real, her antennae decided to pop out of her hair and twitch. She shuddered, half in pleasure, half in fear, as she touched them.
Her antennae twitched again and suddenly she found herself sensing a source of heat, quickly approaching the washroom. The unidentified need doubled, and she squirmed a little bit uncomfortably. Jennifer found herself turning to the door as it opened, another girl coming in to check her hair or makeup, or wash her hands.
The two stared at each other for a moment; Jennifer with a strange yearning, the other girl, Heather, with surprise that was quickly turning to panic as she noticed the antennae twitching on Jennifer's head. "What the hell?" she asked.
The sound of Heather's voice seemed to trigger something in Jennifer. She found herself reaching up to fondle her large breasts, moaning softly as she did so. She wanted desperately to stop but couldn't. Something trickled from her breasts and dampened her shirt. The washroom was quickly filled with a sweet scent. Both girls, inhaling the scent, began to sweat as their arousal increased.
Still acting on unknown impulses, Jennifer reached for the other girl. Heather was in a trance, unresisting as Jennifer reached her hand down the front of her pants and panties to slip a few fingers into her dampening pussy. She stroked the girl a few times, shivering in delight as Heather moaned appreciatively. Her own crotch was beginning to get almost painfully hot.
"Take off your pants and underwear," Jennifer commanded. Heather slowly did as she was bade, standing with her lower half naked and dribbling with pussy juices. Jennifer lifted her own skirt and removed her panties. She she did so, the heat increased and her pussy let forth a huge gush of slimy juice, much different from Heather's. She could feel something inside of her, waiting to come out.
Unable to wait any longer, Jennifer pushed Heather against the nearest wall, spreading her legs. Her own began to spread as the thing inside her vagina pushed out, stretching her slit and forcing her pussy lips apart. A long, glistening black stinger poked its way out as Jennifer gasped in pleasure. A bulbous thorax was close behind, although it wasn't emerging all the way. Straining, Jennifer moved to Heather and crushed their hips together, piercing the other girl's vagina with her quivering sting. She could feel something pump into her even as her body shook from orgasm, her antennae thrashing wildly and her hands pawing at her sweet-smelling breasts. Heather, too, called out her pleasure, thrusting her hips to driver the stinger deeper and deeper. Her pussy's cum, as well as Jennifer's thicker fluids, slid down her legs, along with a small trickle of blood and something darker: whatever was being pumped into her.
As their mututal orgasms faded, the stinger sucked back into Jennifer's body with a sloppy slurp. The trickle from between Heather's thighs slowly came to a stop. Both girls, dazed, saw to getting themselves dressed again. Heather quietly left the washroom to continue on with her day, and Jennifer snapped back to awareness as she stared at her reflection, as if nothing had happened.
However, her eyes began to burn. As she reached up to rub them, one eye, then the other, exploded into red, slightly bulbous compound eyes, just like the wasp queen she was becomming. Jennifer screamed and collapsed. She had fainted.