Vacation Part 1

Vacation Part 1

My uncle, a man by the name of James Sunderville, was unfairly attractive. Throughout my developmental years, I felt extreme frustration by the way he would naturally strut around the house in the barest clothing that would allow him to be called “decent.” In a way, I had to thank him, as it was due to his cockteasing ways that I eventually began to understand and accept that part of myself... but I still felt somewhat owed for all those uncomfortable years, uncle! Just kidding.

Even so, as I entered university, I still didn’t develop very many muscles or hair. I struggled to even grow a beard sometimes. I was no sticc, but I certainly wasn’t thicc. My uncle, on the other hand, looked like a great body to hop into for a vacation. I wasn’t tired of being myself, but I felt like a break was long overdue. Luckily, it was a long weekend for both of us, and I intended to use every single minute of it.

My uncle lived just a few blocks away from the apartment I rented with my roommates. A few white lies here and there about me going on a trip, not that it was entirely inaccurate, and I was set for the whole three days. I woke up early, extremely so, and began my meditation. Shutting my eyes, I allowed my body to become one with the energies of the world, submerging into the forces that ebb and flow throughout our universe. It was as though I was swimming through a serene ocean of milk that made up the galaxy.

In just a few minutes, I had arrived at my uncle’s place. As soon as I found him, I nearly gasped. Did he seriously sleep with that little on every day? He really likes to flaunting his ass for the whole world, huh? Well, now it was my turn!

Slowly and deliberately, I pushed my phantom limbs into his body. The effects were immediate. My uncle’s legs gently kicked into the air as he let out a soft, kinky, little moan that only served to egg me on with the whole thing. Grinning madly, my lust pushing towards the edge, I quickly forced more and more of my soul into his body. As I pushed in, I saw his nipples began to harden. His moans became louder and more frequent. Not just that, but his hands and knuckles clutched at the sheets that lied sprawled all around him. As the last of myself slipped into his beefy frame, my uncle finally woke up and let out a mix between a cry of horror and a gasp of ecstasy as he sat up.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD—?!” was all he managed to say before falling on the ground. Our war for his body began. He struggled on the bed, almost convulsing, as I felt my soul melt into his physical form. He had even begun to drool a little. The sensations were electrifying. “Ah...ahh god! Oh my fucking—ARRRGHH!” My uncle kept screaming and convulsing as he was completely inexperienced in matters of the soul like this. Despite how much he struggled to kick the foreign spirit inside of him, he simply couldn’t. However, that was fine with me.

The sheer feeling of taking him over was euphoric. I felt his husky body fall under my control. I curled his legs and stretched his arms as I allowed his beefy frame to engulf me whole. My uncle let out one small, weak groan of defiance before falling unconscious, his body still convulsing as it welcomed me in.

I slowly opened my eyes and ran my hands all over my hairy chest. “It fucking worked,” I said. I swung my strong legs to the side, enjoying the way his older limbs moved with such vigor, to check myself out on his mirror. As soon as I got up, I felt my new cock struggle in the confines of his tighty-whities.

Well, looks our vacation is off on the right foot, huh, uncle?” I said to myself.

Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

Falling into the Debts of Hell

Part 1

“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he looked, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”

“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”

The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.

Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.

Ah, sorry, I got too far ahead of myself again.

My name is Joseph, and I was a man with a dream. I had the wild fantasy of having a nice little mansion with plenty of cute maids; all wearing bunny ears, cat ears, the like; fighting each other for the chance to serve me.

However, I knew from the days I spent toiling my youth at arcades and casinos that money was easy for someone as fortunate as me. Though my younger brother warned me over and over again about the dangers of gambling. Naturally, a man now over 40 and savings that barely amounted to anything, I threw those childish warnings to the back of my mind and set off toward the closest casino in town. I had little to lose and a dream of debauchery to gain. Really, though, it was also about the thrill.

Sadly, even having the noblest dreams close to your heart wasn’t enough to make one a winner. Though my first time going to the casino resulted in a nice $300 profit, every other trip was a total flop. I bled cash in all other visits, and soon I could feel my shoulders being crushed by the burden of an unpayable debt. Well, I say “unpayable,” like it was unreasonable, but I don’t think anyone’s ever expected anything unreasonable out of me. With enough work and time, I would’ve been able to take care of it myself. However, at the time, I really saw myself as facing the gates of hell, and the devil of Greed awaited for my eternal soul. That was the sorta immaturity I embodied. It easy to fall into the “the world is against me,” mindset when you only look at your problems. Especially when you consider everyone’s reactions to it.

The only thing I feared more than the debt was my family finding out about the debt. My parents had already passed away, so at least I wouldn’t have to face the results of their reactions until I was long dead. However, my younger brother and his family already saw me as a child in the body of a hairy old man, so I couldn’t allow them to see my failures as both a gambler and as a human.

Then, the day arrived that my niece and nephew visited my home.

They were a pair of twins that looked and sounded nothing alike. The girl, Morgan, stood tall and proud, with her long hair shining as brightly as her future in the sun. Her twin brother Isaac, younger only by a few minutes and shorter by a mere inch, didn’t stand so much as slouch with his own brand of arrogance. His hair, as messy as his clothes, was cut short and uneven, and even dyed black to distinguish himself further. But his future arguably shined even brighter than his sister. The only thing the two seemed to have in common was their intelligent, green eyes that looked at me with concern.

And that was all I knew about them. Though they came to my house often, all I knew was they shared my blood through my brother’s side and they shared their mother’s success. Aside from a few anecdotes, they were complete strangers to me. We didn’t even share appearance, either. Even so, letting them rot on my porch on a hot summer day wasn’t an option, so I let them inside.

“Thank you for having us,” said Morgan with a curt nod. It was the politeness one had with a client or a guest. Creeped me out. Girls her age shouldn’t be acting like that. “You see, there was a note on our front door when we arrived home. We didn’t tell our parents yet, but… it mentioned your being in debt.”

I didn’t say anything. Guess I figured that if I didn’t speak and just stewed in this awkward and heavy silence, eventually they’d get bored and leave.

“Everything ok? The note speak the truth?” Isaac said with a gruff grunt. “If you’re in trouble, it’s good to talk ‘bout it and shit.”

They weren’t gonna leave without any answer. Not just that, they pretty much saw through all of my nonsense and bullshit. All I could really do was be honest, despite all the shame I had. I took a deep breath and shared my story with them. Thankfully, they respectfully listened without interrupting or even batting an eye.

Once I finished, Morgan and Isaac shared meaningful glances with each other. While Isaac retained a deadpan expression, Morgan looked ready to burst into tears.

“They really took advantage of you, uncle,” she said, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands. “And, they’ll most likely be after all of our family, now. We’ll be the target of harassment for who knows how long.” She let out a couple wet sobs while facing away from me. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”

“They’ll keep harassing us,” said Isaac, “unles…”

Unless?

“We can pay off the debt,” said Isaac, as deadpan as ever despite how ridiculous his words were. Before I could even respond to tell him how terrible his lies were, Morgan pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse. She flashed me a few bills. Several hundreds, fifties, and twenties—all organized carefully; no doubt by Morgan. It was enough. No, even more than enough. These crazy kids had plenty of cash on them and were willing to bail me out! But…

I shook my head and backed away. “I can’t accept your cash,” I said.

“You’re literally reaching for it right now, ya dolt,” said Isaac to my chagrin. My body could never refuse cash from anything. “C’mon, uncle, just take the damn money,” he said, sounding exhausted by now.

Morgan nodded. “If they know where we live, they’re just going to keep harassing us like this. Our mom would have a panic attack if she found out. Better you are in our debt than in theirs.”

Funny, Morgan had even said,  “better you be in our debt than in theirs,” but I didn’t see the true purpose behind their little scheme. I could’ve asked any number of questions, like “Where did you get your hands on this money?” or “What kind of debt collectors leave a note behind?” or even “Why’re you willing to bail me out?” But all I had my eyes on was that stack of money that would grant me peace of mind.

I took it without hesitation, thanking my niece and nephew profusely. Sweet little Morgan even gave me a hug before she said goodbye through a tearful smile. Not only did I need to pay back what these kids deserved, but I also needed to do something extra for them.

That night, I made my way to the casino to hand it off to the owner. Though he accepted it, I could see a glint of disapproval in his eyes. Just from his expression, I could tell he was thinking, “A loan shark, eh? Typical.” He wasn’t entirely wrong either, I’ll admit to that.

I made a note to myself to never visit that place again as I left. Not out of fear of debt, but because I did want to see that unpleasant look anymore.

Once I arrived home, I found Morgan waiting for me. Surprisingly, her brother was nowhere to be found. Figured they were attached at the hip. “Forget something?” I asked her as she stood up from her seat on my porch.

“No, nothing like that,” said Morgan, playing with her hair as she avoided my gaze. “I just wanted to ask something of you. Do you mind if we go inside, uncle? It’s rather cold tonight,” she said, shivering.

I nodded and stepped forward to unlock the door. “It’s open—“ I began, but before I finished speaking, I felt Morgan press her hand against my back. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, and a cloudy haze spread in my mind.

“Let’s go inside, uncle,” said Morgan, and I silently followed her command. She shut the door behind her, and suddenly I feared how alone we were. “So, I’ve decided to go ahead and make you pay off your new debt right away.” Her tone remained nonchalant; completely unlike the emotional girl I saw this afternoon. “But, Isaac and I aren’t interested in money. If we were, we would have never taken on your debt.” With an innocent smile that befitted her age, she said, “That’s why you’ll pay us off with your body.”

“Wh-What are you saying? Morgan, why can’t I move?!”

“Please be quiet.” And then my mouth refused to move. The most I could do was wiggle my toes and blink. “At least, be quiet until I start to enter you.” She checked her phone, probably to text some friend, before lifting her face with a satisfied smile. However, what truly frightened me was her gaze. In Morgan’s green eyes was not the cute glint of a high school girl, but the tenacity, hunger, and ferociousness of a predator. “It’s a shame Isaac and I always have to share, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re born a twin.”

She held up her hand, as though to cast a spell, and placed it on my pectoral. Then, she began to knead it like she was some kinda baker. I couldn’t even moan at her sudden and invasive touch. Not even when her hand passed through the cloth and skin and deep inside of me. “There we go,” she said with a chuckle as her whole arm disappeared inside of me. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a little uncomfortable. Like getting a type of foreign massage.”

My only response was a huff through clenched teeth. Morgan pointedly ignored that and kept pushing more and more of herself into me. Once her entire form disappeared and I was all alone in the living room did I finally gain control of myself. But it was only for an instant. My body cringed and convulsed as I felt Morgan shift inside of me. Was she trying to get comfortable?

Eventually, the convulsions stopped, and my body began to move despite my attempts. First, I stretched my arms and cracked my neck. “Let’s see...” Then, I flex both biceps. “Not bad, uncle Joe. Dad bods are all the rage nowadays, so you should be popular with a certain demographic.” I grinned, but inside I was truly frightened. Had I really become a passenger in my own body?

Morgan in my body pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I had never seen before. “Hey Matt!” she greeted—her preppy tone so bizarre in my husky voice.

“Morgan? Babe, you really got him?” It was a boy’s voice, and he sounded excited. “No way!” he said with a laugh. “Ok, I’m on my way. Be there soon. So, uh… when I get there…?”

“I’ll be in character,” I said as I rubbed at my bulge. What the hell was Morgan planning on doing with my body?! “Don’t worry, even if it’s a little awkward the first time, we can do it again, and again, and again. My uncle owes us a debt to last years to come.”

Morgan sat down my body on the couch and began a small exploration. “I hope you won’t think too badly of me,” she said as she played around with my body. First by flexing, then my running her hands down my torso. “Mm, not bad. Bit of muscle and the fat keeps it from looking too muscly and weird. Not too round, either.” She directed my fingers to caress my thighs, and then my face. “No wonder Matt went crazy when I showed him pics of you. He’s bi, so playing around helps spice up our relationship,” she told me. Was she expecting me to respond to her or something? Maybe it was more a pleasantry than anything else.

Morgan did another pleasurable stretch, and she let out a small moan as something popped. “Aw, nice. God, uncle, I have got to sign you up for yoga. You could be really flexible if you just put some effort into it. And it’ll do some good for what we’re about to do.”

Not long after the phone call, I heard the doorbell ring. My shirt off, clad in just my underwear, I confidently strutted over to the door. On the other end was a young man who gasped and took an immediate step back. “W-Woah! Oh, sir, uh… is Morgan here?” he said with a nervous smile. His eyes kept shifting up and down.

“Hmm, dunno,” I said, leaning against the door frame and subtly bouncing my pecs. “Maybe inside? Why don’t you come in? We can go look together, young man.”

“Uh, if you say so, sir.” Together, the two of us wandered around the house, exchanging flushed and playful looks along the way, until we ended up in my room. “Huh, thought she said she’d be here. Weird, right, sir?” said Matt, making sure to face away from me to hide his boner.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” I said, stepping closer to Matt. “But, in the meantime, why don’t I keep you company?” I stepped closer to him, even as he tried to avoid my gaze as much as possible.

“Wh-What do you mean?” Finally, Matt turned to face me, our lips just a few inches apart. “S-Sir?!” I said nothing but smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my chest. “H-Hey, c’mon. I-I can’t do this to Morgan! I—“ and before he could finish, I placed a finger to his lips. Though his protests continued, they slowly fizzled out like a dying firework. The main show would begin soon.

“Relax,” I whispered to him. As he quieted down, I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Never in my life was I as romantic as that. “I can take care of you. Everything you want. I’m all yours,” I said, my hands exploring his chest, then abdomen, and finally, his bulge hidden by his jeans. “Your li’l guy’s ready. You?”

The kiss must’ve pushed Matt over the edge, cause he said, “I...I am. I sure as hell am!” before lowering his voice to a quiet, sensual whisper. “Been wanting to fuck your tight, old man ass ever since I saw you.”

With just a bit of foreplay, we ended up on my bed. Matt held my wrists down with one hand while slowly, smoothly sliding my underwear down with the other. I had never been on the receiving end of a fucking, not even when I was in college. “God, you’re aggressive,” I said, “can’t say I don’t approve.”

“You’re gonna do a helluva lot more than approve when I’m done with you,” said Matt with a lust sigh as he spread my legs. “Gonna make you cum buckets. Nah, hell nah. Gonna fuck you so hard your world’s gonna go white.” He took deep breaths, like a running about to undergo a marathon. Just how hard did his body crave something like this? Jesus Morgan, what did you do to this kid?

“Do it, lover boy,” I said as I lifted my legs into the air. “This hole’s craving hot jock boy cock.” That was all the encouragement Matt needed. With some lube he must’ve brought himself, he circled my anus with his cock head, loosening it just a bit. “Getting impatient, boy...” I said, biting my lower lip in preparation.

Really wished Morgan hadn’t said that, cause that boy had some stamina! He pounded me so hard that I thought I was gonna split in half. “OH! OH FUCK, OH!” I cried out while writhing on my bed. If Morgan hadn’t used my hands to push against the headboard, I would’ve been concussed. “OH! M-Matt, you’re—FUCK—a goddamn stallion!”

“I ain’t finished yet!” he said, cockily. “Ya think I had—nngh—ENOUGH?!” Matt punctuated that with a particularly deep thrust, hitting my g-spot just right. For a second, my vision really did go white. “C’mon, moan for me! I wanna hear those deep groans you can only get from a geezer like you.”

I did just that, to my horror. My voice, that which I thought was only for the ladies, was now saying stuff like, “I’ve never been plugged by this much cock before!” while laughing hard enough to start tearing up. “Ohhhhhh, I’ve spent so many lonely nights before ya, Matt. Masturbating doesn’t come close to comparing to—NNGG, AHHH—to this!” I said, my legs writhing as the sensation began building. My abdomen began to tighten as climax approached. Words were already beyond me, and all I could do was scream as I shot my load between us.

“Get over here,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he pulled me close and started to roughly make out with me. He continued to fuck me, and I wrapped my legs around him in order to pull him close.

“Breed me. Make me your woman, kid,” I moaned, my dick erect and leaking still. I was full, and it was… nice.

Matt soon came afterward, moaning into my mouth as these crazy kids continued kissing and embracing. “Ohhh, that was so good, Mr. Joe,” he said as he rubbed his face against my furry chest.

“Roleplay is over, Matt,” I said, rolling my eyes. At least she finally stopped pretending to be me. “Next time, I’m on top, okay? With my own body.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. The two of them continued to embrace, and I started to feel like a third wheel in my own body. “You really gotta hand off your uncle’s body? For real?”

I shrugged. “Only fair. My brother gets to use him tomorrow. I got him for tonight, and we’ll keep on switching.”

“You really share everything with him, huh?”

I clicked my tongue. “Not everything,” I said. “But, most things we do. We’re twins, y’know. We share a birthday, we share tastes, we even share dreams.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A serenity spilled all over me. Was I the one feeling at peace, or was Morgan simply relaxed after that intense session? I was all sweaty, and even though Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation, I still wanted to take a shower and forget about all of this. But she didn’t let me. “Isaac,” Morgan began again, and I intently listened, “is half of my soul. And I’m half of his. That’s how twins work. We’re fine separated, but together we’re unbeatable.”

That tenacity returned, and it frightened me. Knowing what these two kids could do, I felt dread creeping over my soul. The power they could have with the ability to possess and control people from the inside was limited only by their devious imagination. Visions of money, power, and slaves under their heels flashed across my eyes. Were these the dreams that Morgan mentioned?

I learned far more than I wanted to about my niece and nephew that night. And would continue to do so for many nights to come.

Blood is Thicker than Water 2

After taking over the older man’s body, the alien found himself leaning back on his chair and enjoying just the simple pleasures of the possession. “Harold, Harry for short,” he said to himself, chuckling. “Ahhh, sorry son, but this body is just too nice to pass up on. Maybe when you’ll older you can be a nice husk for me to use and abuse.”

His son simply looked straight ahead, completely emotionless. After several days of just being a host for the alien now known as “Harold,” his mind was having a hard time awakening. A few hours later, and he’ll be back to normal, though confused on why his ass felt so stretched out. However, for the time being, he was in a state of “until further instruction.” While at first, the possessed Harold had planned to use his son for a test drive of his new assets, he reconsidered.

Perhaps the son or the experience of transferring hosts had altered something in the chemicals of the alien's brain, but he suddenly found himself searching for a partner far richer, similar to Harold himself. Eager to work, Harold searched through his host’s contact list and memory banks to find not just a suitable Saturday night encounter, but also an alternative host to take over once he was bored with Harold.

He had no purpose in life, so he decided to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. One man from Harold’s workplace stood out in particular: Peter Koche. A serious man that, on occasion, would steal glances at Harold when he believed no one saw. Unfortunately for him, Harold did notice, and now the slime creature inside of him would take the opportunity that the normal Harold would be disgusted by.

With one hand in his underwear and absentmindedly playing with his impressive new package, Harold sent Peter an email asking for a moment of his time to go out and get some drinks. Surprisingly, Peter responded soon afterward with a polite acceptance. “Yes!” Harold cried out, commanding his yet-to-be-awake son to high-five him.

Later that night, after a few rounds of drinking and playful flirting, Harold found himself in Peter’s apartment.

“It’s a decent place,” said Peter, walking around the place with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, fidgeting with the fabric. “Little lonely, though. Such a big apartment for a guy like me.” He avoided Harold’s as he spoke. Was the tint of red that colored his cheeks from the drinks or something else?

Harold simply smiled. “Y’know I have a son,” he said as he took a seat on the sofa. He gestured for Peter to do the same.

Obliging his guest’s request, Peter took a seat on the end of the couch. as far from Harold as he could be. “I know,” he said, trying to save face. “I was just saying! No need to jump to assumptions like that. Or are you looking to piss me off?”

Harold shook his head. “Looks like you’re doing well enough at that on your own.” He laughed at Peter’s sheepish huff. “We’re adults, Peter. Friends, even. If you want to tell me something, just be straight with me.” Never dropping the smile, Harold leaned in. He caressed Peter from his chest down to his stomach.

“Or, you’d rather be something else?” he whispered into Peter’s ear.

“Ha-Harold! I...”

“Yes…?”

“I never expected you to be so forward...” Peter said, his hot breath causing excited goosebumps to trail down Harold’s arms. “A-Are you sure about this? What about Casey, your son?”

“Oh don’t worry about Casey,” said Harold as he reached forward to undo the first of Peter’s buttons. “He’ll understand. I’ll make sure of it.” He licked his lips as he saw the trail from Peter’s chest down to his stomach. “Found a treasure chest,” he said, twerking Peter’s nipple with his fingers. “All to myself, too.” With those words and a sensual moan from Peter, Harold threw himself for a sweet loving.

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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OHHH!” Peter cried out as he came. The warm sensation of his own semen splattered all over his stomach only made him harder.

“A-Almost, almost—NGH! I’m cumming…!” Harold grunted. Peter moaned as he felt a torrent of cum flood his insides. He felt warm and full, like he just had a wonderful snacc. Before he could say anything, Harold let out a loud moan and collapsed on top of him, pinning Peter to the ground. “Ha-Harold—WOAH!” Peter cringed as he felt something warm surge into his body. “Harold, Harold—lemme go, aaahhh!”

He writhed on the couch, cock rubbing against Harold’s stomach as another creature invaded his body.

Not too long afterward, Peter was looking at himself in the mirror with a completely different demeanor. “Not bad,” said Peter, flexing. “Body feels adequate, and it’s nicely aged and taken care of, too. He’ll be a good host and plaything when I’m feeling bored.” He glanced back at Harold, who still sat on the couch, eyes completely blank. “Let’s have some fun, human.”

Vacation Part 3

I approached with Hugh first, putting on a needy face as I clung to my uncle’s body like a dramatic heroine from some soap drama. “Oh, James, I’ve wanted you for so long,” I said in a voice just barely above a whisper. “I’m so glad we’re here, now. Together.”

“And me too,” I chuckled with Ryota’s voice. As I laughed, I couldn’t help but admire the way his pectorals shook just the tiniest bit—my chest rising and falling. Not just that, but I loved the way that I shook Hugh’s body with that dramatic performance. It was like some kinda roleplay, but much more intimate.

“Th-This is all so sudden,” my uncle said, stammering as he looked between me and...me? “It’s a lot to process, and… my head...” Had my possession left him with some kinda headache or amnesia? It’s convenient as hell since he didn’t recall me thrusting into his body like some spiritual top, but it wasn’t as though I was forcing him to do something he didn’t wanna do. The attraction to Ryota and Hugh wasn’t just me. No, there was something else that bubbled right beneath the surface. Even now, he didn’t draw away from Hugh’s touch, even as I trailed my fingers up and down his chest.

“Did you not like what we did?” I asked with Hugh, pressing myself closer to my uncle. “It… It was my first time. y’know, doin’ it with men. Never thought I’d...” I paused, taking a deep breath as the fluttering sensation in my chest—Hugh’s chest—nearly overwhelmed me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering. Wasn’t out of fright, or anything shitty. “Never thought I’d feel so free, ‘n’ happy to fall’n love.”

Before my uncle could respond, I had Ryota say, “The young one can’t help being cheesy, huh?” with a small laugh. “But, I guess I can kinda feel that. It was romantic. The two of you are fun to spend time with, in bed or out.”

“I-I… the three of us? We really…?”

“Yep! I was surprised, too. Didn’t really expect us to go ahead and, uh, share. But, like you said,” I grinned with Ryota, “you got two holes, so you had plenty to keep us busy with. Hehehe...”

“I-Is that so…?” said my uncle James. His brow was furrowed in confusion, but I was certain that the “memories” of what I had done in this vacation would slowly flow back onto him, and they tended to do after some time. “Oh, damn, we really did, huh…?” he said as he licked his lips and reached for his bare ass. No doubt he was tasting the salty remains and feeling the dry cum. “God, doing this in a public gym sauna. We really are a buncha horn-dogs and perverts.” He let out a familiar, hearty chuckle. “Well, since we’re already here, and already filthy...”

God, even after getting spit-roasted like that, my uncle was still ready to pound and be pounded. He was already hard again and looked eager to dive right into it again.

“You serviced us pretty well last time,” I said through Ryota, “so it’s only fair I give you a nice little bj.”

“Oh, but then my hole’s gonna be all lonesome,” James said, glancing over at me from Hugh with a crooked smile.

“Then I can handle that,” I said through Hugh. “M’member’s pretty nice and curves just right, James. I’ll make ya cum buckets.”

“It’ll be like the old days when we 69’d each other,” I made Ryota say. Thinking back to his college days, I saw plenty of casual sex and some sweet pillow talks between him and my uncle. The sex wasn’t surprising, but the words exchanged during those days as well.

“We’re fully-grown men,” my uncle had told Ryota during one of those loud, sensual, and passionate nights. “We deserve to be free, we have that right. And, because of that, we have the right to be in love with whoever we want. Being in love is nothing to be ashamed of...” To say that at a point where love like that was met with stigma, and even now, was impressive. Ryota believes that for sure.

So that’s why Ryota and Hugh loved my uncle so much. Taught the two of them not just the freedom to embrace themselves, but the freedom to follow where their heart pointed to. I didn’t realize at the time, but what was most likely happening was that I was ‘picking up’ more of their thoughts due to having my own consciousness split in two.

"But this time," I had Ryota say, "I want to have a nice dinner and go on dates. Lots of cheesy, ridiculous, nice dates. None of that ‘friends with benefits’ crap. I’m tired of that.”

“Me too!” Hugh yelled. “Don’t think you two’re gonna leave me behind like that. If you’re gettin’ into a relationship, then I want in.”

“Seriously? You two are such a bother,” said my uncle, sighing. “We’ll discuss this for sure, but later. Cause right now I got a raging hard-on that needs taking care of.”

Ryota smiled, without even my influence. “Of course,” I said, walking over to himself and taking my uncle’s hard dick in my borrowed mouth. The fact that I was returning the favor really got me feeling hot and spicy. Besides, there was plenty of time for me to fuck myself on my uncle’s thick meat.

“Get into position, James,” I had Hugh say, just barely managing to keep the laughs of relief from bubbling out. I still couldn't believe that he had agreed to go through with this, and from what I could tell from the scraps of emotions that flowed into me from Hugh, he was also shocked but relieved. “I wanna wreck that thick ass you got there. Been taunting me ever since the day we met.”

At that point, my uncle chuckled and said, “Ya sure got some guts when just a sec ago you were looking ready to cry if you got rejected.” With that said, he leaned in and gave Hugh a long and passionate kiss, playing with his tongue the whole time. “If you're serious about this, and you're serious about Hugh and me, then prove it to me. Both of you, prove it to me." Never had I seen my uncle be so serious before in my life.

Throughout my life, I had just seen uncle James as a man that enjoyed spending his weekends indulging in sex and one-night stands while being near-nude throughout the days. Whenever I stayed over with him, just to get away from my caring helicopter parents for a few days, I would occasionally catch him wandering around with just his undies on before he ducked back in his room to put on a shirt and some pants. On some rarer occasions, I would even see him bringing a guy home and kick him out come morning.

Had he been waiting for something like this? Was he excited? No longer being inside of his mind, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. However, we were still family, and I still believe that he was searching for a permanent happiness.

As Ryota, I said, “Can’t believe I’m getting two someones to grow up with.”

“You really want this to be that permanent?” said James, unable to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yes,” I said with both voices and both hearts.

We cemented our love in that sauna. Once more, the three of us had our way with my uncle in the middle of our sandwich. “F-Fuck!” My uncle cried out, pleasured from both ends by Hugh and Ryota. “God, I love the two of ya. Nngg!”

“M-Me too,” I said as Hugh while Ryota played with my uncle’s chest. “I want you to stay with me forever, too!" I couldn't help allow the feelings of my bodies to burst out like a dam. “Both of us.”

After the session, the three of us finally left the sauna before we collapsed. Any longer and I was certain we would have died. Thankfully, the cool spray of the gym’s shower was enough to reinvigorate us. Hugh happily sighed while Ryota bemoaned the colder temperature, but I was frankly sick of anything even resembling the sauna.

However, I knew that these few moments alone were all I would have. When the three of us emerged from the shower, I’d be stuck with him the whole time. This time I had in the shower, all three of them isolated, I could make my escape.

With little time to delay, I made my way out of their bodies. Hugh covered his mouth, as though he was about to vomit, as I slipped out of his chest. “Hrgh! Nngh, aahhh…!” he said, slipping down the wall, convulsing the whole way. Eventually, he let out a moan as I fully emerged from his body.

In the stall right next to him Ryota was undergoing the same thing. Unlike Hugh, he simply collapsed onto the stall’s floor as exited out of his back. What took me by surprise was how he humped the floor, even jacking his dick a few times, as I escaped his body. When I finally fully emerged, Ryota let out a low moan as I felt the traces of a climax as my two halves formed again.

I left a dizzy Hugh and a pleasured yet perplexed Ryota as they regained consciousness. It’d be better if the three of them had a heart to heart without me interfering too much. Besides, with this new trick, I had a great idea on how to end my vacation. My roommates weren’t gonna travel and now that I could mess around with two bodies at once, I had a great way to let out some small grievances I had with the those lovable but still messy guys.

Epilogue

On Christmas, I went over to my uncle’s place to stop by. “Hey, Uncle James!” I called out as I used a key to come inside.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Hugh and Ryota chatting away as they set up the table for dinner. “Oh, uh… hello?” Hugh said, looking sheepish as he saw me.

“You must be James’ nephew,” Ryota said, staying cool as always.

“Uh, hey?” I said, feigning ignorance as best I could. “Did my uncle invite you here?”

“Well, we’re having one last big dinner before we move out,” Hugh said before quickly shutting his mouth.

I raised an eyebrow. “Moving out? My uncle didn’t say anything about… wait, hold on. ‘We?’”

Ryota sighed, rolling his eyes. “Figured you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, young man. My name is Ryota.” He nodded at me and offered me his hand.

“Nathan,” I said, shaking his head. “And, this one is…?”

“Name’s Hugh, kid,” he said, grinning at me with a boyish energy. I see during the few months I hadn’t checked up on my uncle his friends remained the same. “And, um, ‘bout your uncle and us...”

Ryota let out a cough, cutting Hugh off completely. Ignoring the glare he got, he continued speaking to me in a slow, soft voice. “Listen, Nathan, your uncle James and us are in a… relationship.”

“Coulda just said we’re friends and shit,” Hugh muttered.

“I’m not lying to one of James’ family,” Ryota argued. “And, he’s right. Your uncle didn’t tell you yet because something like this isn’t seen as right by society.”

“It’s fine,” I said, suppressing the smirk inside. “If my uncle’s happy, I’m not gonna be angry or anything. As long as you don’t break his heart or anything.”

My uncle arrived a while later, surprised at my sudden appearance. Though initially sheepish the whole time as he tried to explain his ‘friends’ being here, he grew more and more comfortable as the evening wore on. The three happily invited me to stay for dinner, and I happily indulged in seeing my uncle’s newfound happiness.

Eight Pleas on a Starry Night

Eight Cups a Day

Eight Memories a Minute

All that this creature knew from the moment of its "birth," was to consume. The moment it first began to understand "itself" and "the world," it absorbed whatever was in front of it. Just as babes from the womb yearn for their mother's womb, these slimes feast upon segments of their host's brains. There was no thought and no malice behind; instead, it was pure instinct. Consume and assimilate as much as the host's brain would allow until complete takeover.

The moment this creature, now male due to his host, opened his eyes, he saw the sight of another looking at him with emotion the creature couldn't quite understand just yet. However, through pure instinct and the slight connection they shared as a species, he knew that this was his brother. “Ah, hello,” he greeted with pure innocence.

“H-Hey,” his brother responded, sounding not unlike the people the creature saw in his host’s memories. How skillful was he at hiding amongst these humans? “D-Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are? What’s your name?” Now, he spoke aggressively, but alongside another set of emotions.

Not wanting to disappoint his brother, the creature said, “I do not recall,” with complete assurance. “I seem to be quite adept at assimilating my host’s memories, unfortunately. It looks as though I cannot be a unit that can infiltrate any of these people.”

His brother shut his eyes, as though he had swallowed something harsh, before saying, “You are Nolan. Your name is Nolan.”

“Nolan. Understood.”

“And I’m F-Forde. My name is Forde.” Forde took a deep breath, his hand brushing up against Nolan’s. Then, he intertwined their fingers together. “Do you really not remember me? When we looked at the stars together?"

Nolan shook his head. “Am I supposed to? I am sorry if I am not up to your standards, brother.” Squeezing Forde’s hand—was it his host’s natural response?—Nolan said, “I will do better in the future. Do not worry.”

Forde nodded as he drew his hand back to his chest. There was an emotion on Forde’s face that Nolan did not recognize, so he ignored it.

The creature inside of Alan stared up at the summer night. He had a fleeting thought of the few stars that shined despite the town's light pollution and wondered if that was where he and his kin came from. However, he quickly dismissed that line of thought. It was not important for their invasion, so it was unnecessary. He was reeling from these useless thoughts that continued to plague him ever since the day he emerged from the sea.

Most of his brothers had perished when he had managed to infect Forde. He could only convert one person and implant his sole offspring before his brothers, unable to speak to him and cry for help, dried up. All he could do now was ignore any sort of sentimentalism that burdened him and press on forward.

“I am an invader,” the invader said to himself, floating naked on the surface of the pool. “Then, why do I have these regrets?”

Regret was a sentiment that his host, Alan, was familiar with. Words left unsaid, arguments he couldn't take back, and a life that was snuffed due to a misunderstanding. The list was long but also faded. By now, the invader had engulfed most of Alan's memories, so there was very little he could recall with any clarity. All he could see was a series of faded images.

It mattered little, the invader decided. The lingering feelings didn’t matter. All that was important was to breed and infect. That was the final purpose they had.

“Alan, there’s someone at the door.”

Ah, that was unexpected. Alan swam to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out. “Do you know who it is, brother?”

He nodded. “It’s your friend—or rather, it’s your host’s friend,” said Forde. “He texted you, and I responded, and one thing left to another...” he said, nonchalantly while pointing his thumb to the front of the house. “And now he’s here. You gonna…?”

“I’ll have to infect him,” said the invader as he dried himself off. “There’s nothing else that can be done.”

“Right, well Nolan is by the door if you need any assistance.”

The invader raised an eyebrow. “Will you not help me?”

“I'm sorta tired if we're being honest. Maybe some other time?" Forde said with a shrug and a grin.

The invader narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything in response. He walked past Forde, but stopped right before crossing the doorway. “You are my offspring, and yet you are so different from your brother and myself. Why is that?” There was far too much personality, whether from the host or from the possessor itself. It was odd.

Forde’s gaze grew distant. “I wonder why myself,” he muttered. “But never mind that. Your friend’s in the front, and Nolan’s in position to help you infect him.”

“And your family? The ones who own this home?”

“Won’t be back until Monday. We’ve got plenty of time.”

The invader had suspicions rise, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. There were more pressing matters to attend to. “Please, watch over your siblings.” The invader didn’t wait for a response. He processed the information carefully and he dried off and dressed.

“Alan, hey!” Forde was right. A friend of Alan, a great deal younger—about middle-aged—stood in front of the doorway. The invader could not access much of Alan's memories, so the man was a stranger to him. However, he was knowledgeable enough to recognize the glint in the man's eyes.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Came as soon as I could,” the man said, smiling brightly as he spoke to Alan. “Said you needed my help? Say, what’s this place anyway? How come you’re here?” With narrowed eyes, the man leaned in and whispered, “Ain’t that kid a li’l too young for you? Seems kinda weird if you ask me.”

Alan shook his head. “He’s a family friend. Said he needed help moving a couch. Could you help me?”

The suspicion in the man’s eyes cleared, and he eagerly nodded. “Sure! I’ll give you hand. Lead the way.”

[LINE BREAK]

Forde was panting by the time he entered the house again. What he walked into didn’t surprise him, but he still had to fight the urge to gag.

“Hello, nngg, Forde!” Nolan greeted him as he fucked Alan’s convulsing friend. “This one has almost finished his conversion. Would you like to assist me?"

“I think I’ll pass,” Forde said, grimacing. His eyes lingered on the man before turning over to the sleeping Alan on the couch. “Alan’s asleep?”

“Yes, mmm. He-fuck—s-said creating so many offspring has left him exhausted. Will probably sleep until the party tomorrow.”

The party…

Forde took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing. “Nolan, when you’re… finished, meet me in my room, all right?”

“Which—“

“The one closest to the bathroom. You can’t miss it.”

“Right."

Forde lied back on his bed, attempting to erase the image of Nolan happily plowing another man’s ass out of his head. There was no doubt that what he had seen was the truth, but it carried such wrongness to it that he couldn’t help to wind back to it. Nothing about Nolan seemed to have remained. The chipper friendliness and eagerness to please was something that would have disgusted Nolan and now it disgusted Forde. Not even the memories were there. At most, the one possessing Nolan could remember some family members, last name, and his street address.

Everything else, including that night under the stars, was gone.

“Is this my punishment?” asked Forde, unsure if God would answer the pleas of a parasite. “Is this what I deserve for killing Forde?" That sin would remain with him for the rest of his life. It didn't matter if he believed he was Forde and inherited the name, the body, and the memories, the original was gone. If Forde ever left this body, it would remain a hollow husk. The organs would function, but there would be no brain activity. It would be no different than a vegetable.

Yet, Forde could not deny his greedy nature—as a parasite and a man. I still want to be happy, he thought. God, Alan, and the world itself can shame and hate me for it, but I still want to live a happy life. He knew how shameless that desire was, but did not care. The pain and pleasure that he has known in his short time as a human only stroked the hungry flames that burned in his heart.

The door opened, and Nolan walked in, still naked. “I am here, brother,” he announced, as though it wasn’t obvious.

Forde drew the sheets back and scooted to the side of the bed. “Close the door, and lie with me.”

“Hmm? Will we be sleeping on the same bed?”

“Yeah. Keep me company for tonight, will ya?”

“I see no reason to decline.” Without any shame, Nolan lied right next Forde. Their bare shoulders were touching, but only one of them understood the implications,

“Nolan, do you remember what happened when we went camping that night?”

“I do not.”

“Yeah, I figured,” said Forde, preparing himself. His hand was trembling, and he was sweating all over. Why couldn’t he calm himself? “Could you… Could you do me a favor, br-brother…?” When Nolan said yes, Forde nearly sobbed. After a deep, uneven breath, he said, “Please, gather yourself in your host’s mouth. I have to show you something.”

Unquestionably, Nolan did so. He opened his mouth, the blue slime lying on top of his tongue. Even in that form, he looked completely innocent.

Forde ripped over the packet of salt and poured it on his own tongue, cringing from the taste. Then, he leaned over and kissed Nolan’s lips before swiftly drawing back, the aftertaste of the salt lingering in his now empty mouth. The effect was immediate.

Nolan’s body began to violently convulse. “Wh-What did you d-do?!” Nolan cried out, spitting out the salt and now bits of foam. “Br-Brother?!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head and spat out more and more foam—the remains of his desiccated body. Forde shut his eyes and covered his ears.

Just like snails and slugs, their species would dry out when their real forms were exposed to concentrated amounts of salt due to osmosis. Even though they originated from the ocean, the intense amount of salt would still kill them. It only due to Forde’s biology degree that he could figure that out. And because of that, he knew that there was a chance Alan didn’t know that, either. This was his only weapon… the only thing he had to stop the invasion.

And yet…

Forde jumped as Nolan grabbed his arm in desperation. He opened his eyes and the image burned itself into his memory. He was dying. Nolan, the slime, whatever, was dying. Because of him. Because of what Forde did. He’s just a parasite, a murderer, Forde kept thinking as the convulsing began to cease. “I had to, I had to...” he kept muttering to himself, even as tears trailed down his cheeks.

He was a murderer just like me.

Now, he was staring at Nolan’s still-breathing body. There was no life in his eyes, but his chest still rose and fell, and his mouth was still agape. The slime, his brother, was gone. And Nolan was gone too. Two more lives that Forde had snuffed out, and tomorrow he would have to do it again.

He tried to smile. “Nolan...” he said, embracing the brain-dead husk. “Nolan, Nolan… Nolan… I love you,” he said, caressing Nolan’s unmoving face. “I saved you, I did it… you’re okay now.” Forde pressed his face on Nolan’s left pectoral. His heart continued to beat despite how empty it was. “You’re free, you’re okay. I k-killed the parasite, I did it for you…! So, you’ll forgive me, right?” There was no response, no matter how much Forde pleaded. However, he continued. "Please, please tell me you'll forgive me. You and Forde will forgive me, right? Please, please, for the love of God, please help me...”

Neither God nor Nolan answered him that night.