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Connie stepped out of the shower, still partially dressed and drenched from head to toe.

Only a short while ago, she'd been just a tired and outspoken college teacher, trying desperately to wrangle overcrowded classes of un-attentive students. She'd spent nights wondering how she'd ended up here, where had her passion gone?

Now, though- Now she stood as proud Slave-Host to the alien creature writhing within her most private and pleasurable of areas.

As the alien presence penetrated deeper into her being, she could feel her body shifting and changing. Her breasts lifted and became perkier; wrinkles and scars faded away and as her eyes shimmered with an alien glow, her purpose was reignited.

She needed to guide her students.

She needed to shape them.

To change them.

To bring them all into The Hive.

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