Infiltrators

Agent Foster approached an old leaning tree atop a slight rise a few dozen meters from the crater and opened her briefcase. She pulled out her small handheld transponder and began to record her transmission for HQ.

"The meteor was some sort of vessel, not a rock." She began to speak, swatting absentmindedly at her shoulder at the slight feeling of some insect flittering about. "They appear to be some sort of invading army. Each creature looks to be even smaller than a flea, but... well there's a lot of them. The zapper didn't do much to stop them."

Tiffany brushed at her backside, once again feeling the faint trace of some sort of insect briefly making its presence known. "I'll stay back for now and observe while the situation develops. Standing by for backup."

She finished her recording and hit submit, the transponder beeping once to confirm the data had been sent. She placed the device back in her briefcase and returned to watching the still smoldering crater. She scratched at her blouse once again as she watched, muttering, "Damn mosquitoes..."

"Command Station Prime is directly ahead, sir." The near microscopic creature told its commander.

The tiny aliens skittered along the fibers of the woman's tight slacks, the smooth skin of her inner thigh visible a few strands above them. The small creatures were still getting situated, but the heavy lifting was already done.

"Excellent." The commander replied with satisfaction. "With the secondary nodes all in place, we can move on to phase two."

The little alien fleas had arrived between the giant's legs, and were now making the short jump onto the vessel of their primary objective. "These humans call these outer fabric clothes, and we believe this layer is called 'underwear.' It is the protection for their most sensitive weaknesses."

"A formidable fortress." The commander stated as they crawled beneath the strands of the woman's tight black lingerie. "But it is now ours."

They arrived at a small station nestled between the strands of the inner garment, all but invisible to the naked human eye. The creatures scattered to their workstations as the commander took the helm.

"Pull up primary screens." It commanded. Holographic projections quickly snapped into focus, the main form being that of the woman's body and layers of clothing, along with readouts of the alien's other stations and troops positioned across her frame. "Excellent. Now, battle stations soldiers! We begin testing now, before phase three commences."

"Yes commander!" The other tiny creatures saluted, before assuming their position.

"Standby...Activate connectors!" The commander ordered, before inputting its commands into its primary console.

Tiffany stared at the distant crater with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. What exactly was she dealing with here?

"What the hell?" She muttered, as she felt the back of her panties suddenly wedge themselves deeper between her cheeks.

She tried to tug at them over her slacks, but she could not seem to dislodge them. She removed her hand and shifted her stance, deciding she could deal with it later. It was then that she felt her bra constrict slightly tighter around her good sized tits.

"What in the..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at her shirt to see an almost unnoticeable black speck dart behind one of the top buttons of her blouse.

"Wait a minute..." Tiffany muttered as realized some of those critters may have gotten on her.