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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.”