Eight Cups A Day

Eight Cups a Day

Alan emerged from the water with a deep and relaxed sigh. The gentle ocean tide early in the morning always felt so nice on his aging body. Buying this brand new beach house after his retirement was the best decision he ever made.

Every day, he went out for an early swim and today was no exception. However, this time he did arrive at the beach a bit later due to staying up later than usual to watch the meteor shower last night. Thankfully, the beach was still decently empty at this time of the day, so he was perfectly at peace with nothing but the crashing waves for company.

However, as Alan made his way back to the shore to dry up, he felt something slip through his swimsuit. “Hmm?” There was a slimy sensation near his butt, and it nearly made him jump. Had some algae decided to hitch a ride with him? “What the—OH!” Now he jumped, as the slimy creature began sliding into his ass crack. “Oh, I-I-OH SHIT!” Alan dropped to his knees and began awkwardly convulsing as this strange, slimy sensation spread throughout his body. It felt cold and then warm, then some kind of alien mix of the two. “Wh-What on earth?!” he said as he collapsed onto the sand, smiling as a euphoric sensation spread throughout his body as the creature spread. He felt full; like someone was pounding full of nice cock. The more the creature spread, the more each one of his cells burst into fireworks of pleasure.

“F-FUCK!” Before Alan realized it, he was sporting a throbbing erection. He slid his swimsuit down to his knees and spread his legs, as if trying to fuck himself on the slimy invader. “Yes, yes, YES! AW FUCK!” He erupted into an explosive orgasm, spilling his seed all over the sand before collapsing into a convulsing mess of limbs. Then, as his body grew still, Alan slowly stood up. “Mmm...I see,” he said in a low, uncharacteristic tone.

Pulling his swimsuit back on, Alan made his way over to the ocean. “Come, my brothers,” he said as the waves crashed over him, “let us enjoy this new planet.”

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“I gotta say, hot stud, didn’t expect for ya to get so excited to come over,” said Forde with a smile. He had gotten a quick match to help fix how horny he’s been getting for a while now. The guy actually came within like 20 minutes of the match! Seemed he was excited as soon as he learned Forde had a pool. “And, underwater sex? Sure as hell didn’t expect that. But I’m willing to try new things!”

“Always been a fan of the water,” said Alan, grinning back. “It’s like I was meant to be in it, or something. So, shall we get started?”

A mere ten minutes later, Alan held down a struggling Forde underwater as one of his slimy brethren invaded his body. With the pool acting as a catalyst in these invasions, the two would continue taking over hosts and flourish in this new rock.

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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.

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.”

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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.

FEStival Fiasco

Prologue

Jonathan Matthews snapped a quick picture in his bathroom figure, making sure to inspect every last inch of himself. Even after all his years in his rather sedimentary lifestyle as an office worker for an insurance company, he managed to remain rather toned and fit for his age. However, the one thing time took away from him was his curly and unruly hair. Gone were the days of him just splashing water on it and letting it style itself.

“Maybe baldness is in this year,” Jon muttered to himself as he ran a few fingers across his plain dome. With the Culture Fest coming up the following morning, he wanted to look his best for the cute college girls and their mothers that would stop by the stalls and attractions. “This is your year, Jon,” he said, punctuating each word with a poke at his reflection. “No lonely Saturday night for this strapping bachelor!”

Jon was so focused on this bold and bald speech that he failed to notice the insect-like creature hanging on the ceiling just above him. Only when the creature made its move did Jon become aware of his fate. Before he could even let out a scream, the creature dropped on his face and immediately crawled towards Jon’s wide-open mouth. “MMF! MMMM!” All Jon could do was let out muffled cries as the creature suddenly filled his mouth and then sliding down his throat.

Jon fell on his back, his body convulsing as he felt a foreign invader make its way through his body and into his head. He arched his back, letting out a long and agonized moan, before falling flat on the ground, eyes closed. After a spasm or two, Jon finally opened his eyes, glancing around the room as if to take in all the sights. Slowly, he got back on his feet but nearly lost his balance a few times. It was as if he was learning—or relearning—how to walk on only two legs.

Clearing his throat, Jon said, “Okay, class. I hope that demonstration was good enough for a warm-up.” At his words, half a dozen other creatures, looking to be of the same species but smaller and of different coloration, crawled out of cover and blind spots throughout the bathroom. Some even crawled on his body, as if to appreciate Jon’s body now under the control of another being.

“Hehe, you younglings feel nice in a body such as this,” the creature inside of Jon said with a small, vain flex. It took the creature a few moments before snapping back to attention. “N-Never mind that! You all understand the rules, I hope? During this human festival, you will be tested in all the various traits that our societies’ greatest soldiers, Dreadfighters, must embody: stealth, infiltration, fearlessness, and versatility. And though you do not need to be the leader of the pack to pass your exam, the highest-scoring member of our class will earn an invitation to our Emperor’s coronation. This is your best way to earn our liege's graces and truly stand out as a potential soldier for our species. Are you ready?”

The class all chirped and clicked to show their understanding. “Well, get to it!” The creature barked. “The pipes, the windows, the various entrances that have been scouted out—use them all to their advantage. Go, cadets, and good luck. And, Zathina? I’m expecting great things from you.” Though there was no response, Jon’s body smirked as the star pupil was clear in the lead as the class set off.

However, one of the creatures was already scheming ways for his talents to shine. Get ready, Zathina, the being named Centaurus thought to himself. This is the day you’re dethroned.