After finishing up the questionnaire, the man in the lab coat rubbed down her arm with a cotton ball and gave her the shot. "We're doing this already?" She asked, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. She has signed up for a drug trial for some extra holiday money, but didn't expect they would start so soon.

When she woke up, her hospital gown was up around her hips, legs placed in the stirrups. Her eyes widened as the doctor approached her with the jar. Something stirred in the viscous fluid inside. Something repulsive. She tried to turn away, but her hands had been restrained, a gag in her mouth.

"Hush, dear, this will all be over soon," the older man said. The smile she had once thought friendly now seemed cold and lifeless as he opened the jar and reached inside with the forceps. The creature writhed, curling back and struggling against its captivity. For a moment, she thought that the doctor wasn't speaking to her, but to IT.

She watched with mounting horror as he placed it between her spread thighs. It lay there a moment, pulsing, free of its confines, in a puddle of that strangely redolent slime.

"Beginning record for implantation phase, Test Subject #7," the doctor said after switching on the camera beside him. She stared wide eyed and it slithered towards her, her labia parting as it inched its way inside, a tingling warmth spreading through her nethers...