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Mycelium
Elliott nervously scribbled on his flashcards, hoping to God that it was enough to pass the exam. Dr. Whitacre was a notoriously tough grader, and she would absolutely kick him from the Senior Expedition if he were to get anything less than a 97. Mycology was Elliott's passion, so missing the trip to the rainforests of Borneo was NOT an option. Luckily, he was fortunate his roommate Guillermo was returning from his class trip to the Amazon, so he could hopefully give some insight into what to expect, if not help him study for the exam.
The doorknob jiggled, and he could hear the insertion of the key into the lock. The door swung open and closed, Elliott completely enveloped in his flashcards.
"Hey man, I'll be with you in a second. I've got like two more here, but I have to hear about the trip!" He was met only with silence, and the loud thunk of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Heavy footsteps began to walk toward the wardrobe to the left of him. Guillermo must have gotten some heavy hiking boots, because those clunks could not have been made by his tiny feet... Guillermo was only 5'2, skinny as a pipecleaner, and pushing 40 years old.
The scribbling finally came to a close as he finished his final card: Pathogenic Fungi. Slamming his pencil against the desk, he leaned back in his chair, ready beyond words for a small respite. Only then did he feel the tingle in his nose. He took a quick sniff. It was faint, but it was sweet, salty, almost sour... and completely intoxicating. He turned toward the point of origin, only to see who was leaning against the old weathered armoire. It was Guillermo, or rather, his face was reminiscent of him. He was young, muscled, and outrageously large, standing a jaw dropping 7'1. His irises were completely black, and seemed to move as if filled with a liquid. A look of cocky intrigue graced his handsome face, one that Elliott could not break contact with.
"See something you like, roomie?" Guillermo's thick Belizean accent remained, albeit several octaves lower. Every inch of him glistened, his skin shiny and coated in a layer of shining sweat. He threw his muscular arms behind his head, the biceps seemingly pulsating as he flexed. The forests of hair in his pits dripped thick droplets of sweat, as they dropped to the floor and splattered like slime.
Before Elliott could even make a single remark, the scent intensified dramatically. What was once subtle was now immensely pungent and carried with it an almost wet weight to it. It felt humid, as if his musk was as wet and hot as the rainforest he'd just returned from. It was thick, soupy, almost slimy and it slithered through the air around him; brushing against his skin, invading his nose, even tickling his tastebuds with overwhelming umami flavor.
"It feels so good, right? Smells so ripe, you can literally taste it." Guillermo was right, he could taste it. In fact, he could feel the plasmic musk seemingly flow like liquid down his throat and into his nose. "We all have our own, El. You could sniff every one of us coming off that plane, and all of us smelled different and so fucking great." Guillermo walked slowly toward the entranced Elliott, letting the heat from his chiseled body radiate throughout the room. "Doc Whitacre found a new kind of fungus, Elliott. Once you take in it's spores, it changes you. Makes you see things you never would see before, feel things you never could. It makes you so fuckin strong, and so fuckin horny... You can hear the others in your head, almost like one mind, and once you let that amazing musk into your body... You're gonna see what it can do for you."
Guillermo was inches from Elliott's face, the heat exuding from his strong pecs was too much. Every inhibition completely obliterated, Elliott buried his face into the ripe, sticky pits, and began to lick. He drank the musk out of the tap, letting Guillermo's savory flavor cloud every thought and judgement. Smirking with his now plush, supple lips, he grabbed Elliott's chin between his two meaty fingers and brought it close to his own before letting his tongue do the rest. The two locked lips, Elliott experiencing the savory, sweet taste of Guillermo's saliva.
The spores had finally built up in Elliott's system, the sheer amount of them released out of Guillermo's pits, groin and feet would have overwhelmed a much larger person in about sixty seconds of exposure. Elliott being lean, short, and lanky meant the transformation stage would happen rapidly. As the microscopic spores in the slimy sweat transferred from Guillermo to Elliott, he could feel the viscous fungi invade his pores. Intense euphoria set in as he felt his muscles spasm and engorge with the slimy fungus flowing into them. Inflating at an alarming rate, he could sense his chest firming up, and his body temperature rising. Everything began to echo in his ears, as if the room had gotten quite a bit bigger. He could hear Guillermo's heart beat, he could hear the sound of the slimy spores slipping into him, and he certainly could hear the sloshing sounds of his arms inflating with fungal slime.
Guillermo pulled away and knocked Elliott to the ground, kicking his dripping black socks and rank yellow trainers off his gigantic boatlike feet. A malicious smile crept onto his face as he lowered his sole onto Elliott's face, letting his slimy toes curl around the nose. Elliott breathed deeply, and lapped his elongating tongue over the slick, reeking foot. With every breath, his torso grew larger, firmer, and more muscular. His legs swelled, and his groin stirred. Thick tufts of body hair began to sprout from his pecs and abs, spreading down his firm quads and calves, down to his rapidly expanding feet.
Snatching a facecloth from the chair, Guillermo pulled down his shorts and jockstrap and began to wipe his pendulous, slimy balls and taint all over the towel. Black precum began to seep slowly from his thick, uncut cock, so why not add a bit of the salty surprise onto the damp towel for his best friend? Pulling his foot from his face, and pressing it on Elliott's throbbing groin, he tossed the towel onto his friend's face, knowing all too well that the last stage of the transformation was the facial region. Listening to the ethereal, dark voices the fungus spoke in his black, slimy brain, Guillermo slid his own filthy socks and ripe trainers onto Elliott's now size 17 feet; letting the spores seep even further into their now muscular, slimy host.
Sliding his slick, smelly foot up and down the massive shaft, Guillermo began to stroke himself as well as the virility became too much to manage. Beneath the slimy towel, Elliott began to see vibrant, dancing colors no human eye had ever seen before, hiding within every glistening spore. They sparkled like a chromatic night sky, creating seas of indescribable constellations and nebulae. Of course, his mind was finally being completely reprogrammed. The sludge had finally made it's way into the brain through the bloodstream.
Flowing through his veins was now his own black slimy spores. Coating his brain, coating his lungs, filling his balls, and most importantly, now wafting from him. Elliott began to smell his own newfound musk, so distinct from Guillermo's, and just as irresistibly potent. He grabbed Guillermo's ankle and began to thrust against his friend's slimy foot, before hearing his moans of pleasure in his mind. He could hear the sounds of Guillermo's mind on the edge of climax, feeling the sensations of mounting tension as his own. In mere seconds, the two blew their black sludge loads in tandem; pints of it. The coated eachother in the other's cum, only stopping after their balls stopped undulating. The sludge, animate, found it's way into their cocks, teasing another round of pleasure as the boys felt the other's cum flow into their balls.
The assimilation process was complete. The fungus had taken complete control of Elliott, and added him to the hive mind. Pulling the towel from his face, an entirely transformed Amazonian man rose to his feet. Elliott's irises flooded quickly with the very last of the mycelium sludge, now filled with the same rippling black liquid as Guillermo. Both boys smiled at eachother, groping and feeling eachother before intently inhaling eachother's addictive musk. They felt the same directive, the same innate need to procreate, to spread. That is, after all, the purpose of all life. The rest of the university was easy pickings for the fungus, it would likely only take a day or two at most... No need to rush. So Elliott, taking in his newfound confidence and swagger, groped Guillermo's musky sac, before falling onto the futon. Bringing his fingers, coated in Guillermo's spores to his nose, taking in every ounce of him... The two were irrisistable, even to eachother, as Guillermo laid atop his new mate for another fuck session.
Part 2: Know Myself Better
If 20-something people tend to found themselves on this headspace about the purpose of their life or trying to get to know what drives them or excites them, I find myself exploring about this newly-emerged power of mine.
For starter, this is not a one-way traffic. I can get myself out from the body I slipped myself into. But, the twist is that not only they become easier to slide back into, but they become this drone-like entity, subservient only to me and willing to do everything I asked them to. They can resume their life on autopilot, acting all normal and doing their routine like they used to despite me not controlling them from inside, but everytime I want to be in control, it's as simple as flick of the wrist. I found out about this as I slid myself in-and-out of Pras for the whole week after my takeover of his body.
I locked myself for most of the time in his room, exploring his body and basically doing the AB testing of my power through him. The first time I slid out from him, he just froze there buck-naked until he snapped out of his trance and then started to beg me to get back inside of him. A series of in-and-out later, I finally managed to calm him down when I was not inside of him as he also took the fact that I was not inside him pretty well, and that's when I moved further with my exploration.
Around my fifth days, I decided to invite one of the eager Grindr date of his to see whether I could subjugate more than one people at the same time.
A horny shirtless snap and several cheeky teasing lines, I have a rather fit dude on his way to my flat ready to fuck the shit out of me. Imagine my surprise when he mid-way texted that his boss suddenly called him and he's going to arrive a little bit later. My eyes wrnt wide when he then sent a video of himself
The thought of slipping inside that tight Polri clothing sent me rock hard. I pinched Pras nipple hard while making silly faces in the mirror as I spit at the otherwise clean mirror and smirk
"You are one horny slut, Pras. You are going to make me get inside that hunk and puppet his body, and here you are sporting a boner you himbo. Fuck, you really like it when I'm inside you, huh? You will like me even more when I shove his guns to your mouth while impaling your hole with his girthy cock, gonna fulfill that sick degrading fantasy of yours through him," and just like that, I spurted yet another fountain of cum to the sink and splattered some to the mirror. Pras really like word play, and I know what's going to drive him nuts after days getting used to his brain, so this is not difficult.
Mid-way of admiring the reflection in the mirror after another series of self-worship, someone knocked on the apartment door. I cannot hide my devilish smirk as I cupped Pras cock and welcomed the eager guest only in my brief. The cop, named Ihsan, cooed in excitement as he waltzed inside the apartment and take a good look of the place where he would ravaged my Pras form for the next couple of hours. He asked for some permission to hold everything down for 15 minutes as he wanted to notify HIS WIFE that he's going home very late so she might as well goes to sleep first. I boldly decided to entertain him by teasing to show my cock while dry humping my ass in the sofa across his, that eye clearly indicated lust and all the talk he gave her was sweet nothings as he started to unzip his pants while looking at me acting like a bitch in heat. When the call's finally over, he just smirked
"You seemed so excited and eager, slut. You wanted this thick cock so bad, don't you?" He said as he fished out his deliciously girthy 7 inchers out of that tight uniform pants of his. I quickly kneel to help him get rid of his boots, and not even 1 minute later, I was sucking on hus musty, sock-imprisoned toes like I didn't have food whatsoever in my system for the entire day!
The foot worship quickly escalated to worshipping his entire body and then, at last, the cock. The same with his socks, the dick smells crazy as it's been confined for more than 12 hours in that tight Polri pants of his. What he and I didn't expect is the idea that suddenly felt like unlocked in my brain, and right after he spewed his cum to paint my throat white with his creamy spunk, I also lodged the consciousness of myself through the small entrance of his piss slit. Spent, tingly yet also very much appreciative of the sensation that the bj received, he of course never predicted such entrance, heck he never even thought to get possessed ever. I found myself quickly in control of his body, my consciousness overriding his while Pras left dumb-founded with his stupid face looking pretty much fuckable. And that's what I did, facefucking him with this newly engorged cock of mine while Pras remained in that zoned-out state. After feeling pretty satisfied, I kicked him away and his body directly thudded to the floor, guess this is not the most sustainable way of possession if I want to control more than one body so I concentrated myself once more to get out from Ihsan's body. I coalesced with his saliva and grab a fistful of Pras hair. I opened Pras mouth with Ihsan's calloused fingers and then lodged out the consciousness-laden saliva to Pras, quickly resuming control of Pras form and brought it out of its zoned-out state. Then, noting that Ihsan was not yet back to his senses, I slipped myself out from Pras, this time my entire form, and quickly lunged into Ihsan's body. He failed to put up any resistance whatsoever as his body still reeled from my control, and as I tapped into his brain, I officially managed to acquire my second puppet. I cannot help but be a bit cocky, guess it's his persona rubbing off on me, so I sauntered myself to the mirror to check myself out.
Pras quickly followed suit, this time he's not zoned out like a fucking dumb zombie, and his eyes twinkled with delight as he wrapped his naked form around me
"You look so hot inside of him, Master. I wouldn't mind serving and getting fucked 24/7 by an influential police Brigadier, to be honest,"
"Ck, thanks for the loyalty, but this body can definitely gets way better hook up than you. But I'll make sure to involve you in the next few plans ahead, we haven't talked to some of your hot friends,"
"Oh, that can easily be arranged. I think you should also bring up some of your police friends over here, fuck them silly and take them over. Imagine a whole Polres or even Polda filled with brain-fucked puppet of yours, must be such a delight to watch,"
"Love that you are one sick fuck like me, because that's exactly another part of my plan. But let's see how I can do that plan much more efficiently, I believe this is not the final stretch of my power. I feel like the stronger physique I acquired, the stronger my power is,"