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Captive Audience

Epilogue

"When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up." These words from John Scalzi ring in my head as I sit on the front pew, holding my grandfather's urn. Ever since my parents died when I was 6, my grandfather had taken care of me. He taught me everything I know and made sure that I have the best things in life. He made me feel that even if my parents were gone, he will stay by my side so that I'll never feel alone. Until a week ago, when his body finally succumbed to cancer. I want to cry my eyes out as his friends start saying their eulogy but it seems that my eyes are already dried up. I simply remained perfectly still, at the front row of an almost empty room.

When I started studying at the university, I was so happy that grandpa bought me a house nearby so that I don't have to live in a dorm. I moved out of his house without any knowledge that he's suffering from stage 4 stomach cancer. He even helped me move my stuff and give me a music box as his housewarming gift. I have no idea that in just a span of 1 year, he'll be greeting me with an invitation to his funeral. I thought it was just a prank at first but when I arrived at his house for the summer, reality hit me like a deer in a headlight. I held his urn tighter to my chest as this heaviness starts gripping my lungs and stomach.

When the ceremony ended, I was left in the room, holding my grandfather's urn while I stared blankly ahead. I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I simply stand up and walk out of the room to go back to my house and spend the summer alone. Just as I left the building and went inside my car, I felt someone following me. I sit on the driver seat and gently place grandpa beside me before I secure him with the seat belt. The door suddenly opens as I look up and see this huge man, standing outside my car, looking at me strangely.

"Can I help you?" I defensively ask.

He just looks at me as if he is scanning every inch of my face for like a minute or two before saying something.

"You're Tom's grandson, yeah?" He asks as his deep voice booms inside my car.

"Yes, I am. How do you know that? I didn't see you at the funeral." I ask as I try to grab my grandfather's urn beside me.

"Look kid, I was asked by your grandpa to do one last favor when he died. I'm going to fulfill it." He said before pulling my grandpa off the passenger seat and proceeded to enter the car and sit beside me. He did this without breaking his gaze into my eyes.

"Look, sir, I just had one of the worst days of my life. All I want to do is to go back to my house and spend the summer as normally as possible. Kindly step off my car before I call the cops." I annoyingly state to him as I raise the phone in my hand. He looks down and lets out a sigh before replying to me.

"The day you moved out, your grandpa left you a music box, right? Take me to it so that I can give you his last message. That was his orders before he died and if I have to force you myself, then I'll be happy obliged." He replied with a hint of irritation in his tone. He then pulls out a gun from his back and hands it to me. "Now drive, I don't want to spend the next 2 hour drive, comforting and assuring your pathetic ass. I won't repeat myself."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I ask as I point the gun at his head and cock the hammer. He thinks I don't know how to use a gun? He just let out another annoyed sigh before his body stiffens and his face becomes frozen. He stays like that for a minute before he looks at me with an expressionless face and begins speaking in a somewhat familiar tone.

"Little clown, I hope that my message can reach you even if I'm gone. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you anything about my condition. I want you to live your life as normally as you can after everything that happened to you. Now, as for my last words, I ask Gregory here to deliver this to you since I know that it's only a matter of time before I die. I know that you might doubt Gregory so here's our secret phrase, "No monster will haunt you at night, for monsters roam around the day, pretending to smile at your side." I want you to take Gregory in front of the music box and let him do what I ask him to do. He will explain everything that you need to know. Remember, grandpa will always look out for his little clown." The man, who seems to be Gregory, said those words before he snaps out of his frozen state and looks at me with a confused face.

"What just happened?" He asks as he grips his chest and heaves heavily.

It's like he just woke up from a trance. I've seen video clips of people going in and out of trance a couple of times and it seems that my grandpa planted a trigger on this man. He always knew that I've always been interested in hypnosis. I never saw him or heard him practice it though. But the way this man spoke those words, and he also said our secret phrase, there's no doubt that grandpa was the one who implanted that message into this man. I decide to start the car and drive back to my place to find out what this is all about. Gregory just calms down and starts sleeping beside me.

After 2 hours of driving, we arrived at my house so I tapped Gregory's shoulder and he woke up immediately. His huge frame dominates my driveway as he stretches his body from being scrunched inside my Civic. He lets out a yawn before he walks up to me and waits for me to let him inside my house.

"Are you going inside or not?" He annoyingly asks which kinda pisses me off.

I open the door and we walk inside the house. He immediately searches around for what I assumed is the music box so I told that it's on a cabinet in my bedroom. I point to the direction of my bedroom as he immediately walks inside my room and comes back with the music box in his hand. Gregory places the music box over the kitchen island and starts winding it up. After he winds it, he pulls out the key and places it in my hands. I never knew that the key could be pulled from the box. As soon as the melody starts, Gregory's body stiffens once again and proceeds to speak in an unusual tone.

"Little clown, if Gregory starts saying this part, that means he was able to come to your house and play the music box that I gave you. Now, as you hold the key in your hand, kindly look underneath the box. There's a small opening there where you can stick the key and open the hidden compartment. Inside, there is a glass vial; what I need you to do is to break the vial, pour its content on Gregory's dick and it will do the rest. This might seem strange so I need you to trust me. It will protect and care for you for as long as you want it to. Take care, my little clown. Grandpa wishes you to have a good life." With that, Gregory walks over to a chair and sits down before stripping himself down to his underwear. His face is still blank and I can see a string of drool falling down to his chest.

He looks at me straight into my eyes as he stretches his underwear and pulls out his huge, thick dick. I think it was about as long and thick as a baton. It's not even hard! And his balls, just like a lemon. I swallow my own spit as I stand there, looking at Gregory's emotionless face and horse-sized penis. I remember what he told me earlier so I picked up the music box and opened the secret compartment with the key on my hand. Inside is a test tube with a blue gel-like liquid inside. I pull out the cork from the test tube and this musky aroma starts filling my nose. I quickly turn my nose away from it as it really smells like a t-shirt that has been marinating in sweat for a long time. Grandpa is asking me to pour this liquid into Gregory's dick so I slowly approach him. Gregory's eyes follow mine as I inch closer and closer to him while his hand is still holding the garter of his underwear open as the other hand holds his dick.

I slowly pour out the content of the test tube on top of Gregory's dick and watch as the liquid quickly envelopes his dick and balls. Gregory's mouth opens as his drool starts spilling to his chest. I notice the liquid forms a tendril that buries itself between Gregory's ass. His body suddenly jerks as his eyes roll inside his head and he starts moaning softly. The liquid is now pulsing over his dick and balls, causing Gregory's dick to show its true form. My mouth drops as I see his dick grows into an even more enormous size. That thing can be used as a blunt object for self-defence! Gregory's breathing has become more dragged as the liquid enveloping his manhood starts pulsing faster and faster. After a few more minutes, Gregory lets out a deep grunt as I see his dick spewing his seeds inside the liquid. I blush as I notice how much cum Gregory has been producing. It took him at least 2 minutes to finish up and the liquid now looks like a balloon filled with cum. After he emptied his sperm inside the liquid, Gregory just slumped into the chair and started snoring. The liquid, however, starts compressing itself while the cum inside is getting lesser. Once there's no trace of cum inside it, the liquid plops down on the floor as it takes the shape of a small ball. Two protrusions pop up on top of it as it somehow looks like an antenna and I also see it form some kind of feet below it.

I look at the liquid and wonder if it's alive. I reach my hand and poke it using my finger as I feel it shivers. Its antenna perks up and then bends then perks up again.

"Hi!" I hear a small voice say as I look around and see no one.

"Down here, Piero." I hear the voice again and look down at the ball.

"Is that you? Are you talking?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's not actually talking though. I'm speaking directly in your mind. As you can see I don't have a mouth." The ball replies.

"What are you?"

"Good question. I'll answer that since I don't feel any fear nor doubt from you. As you can see, I am a slime. Your family has been taking care of me for centuries and now I've been passed down to you. You see, I landed here on your planet sometime ago and I was discovered by one of your ancestors. We entered a pact in which I'll always be by his side but an accident happened and I was separated from him. By the time that I found him, he had already died. So, I promised in his grave that I will serve his descendants for as long as I live." The slime states.

My head is spinning from everything he just said. I thought it was a joke but I just talked with a sentient slime who is stored inside my music box and just drained the cum from the bull of a man in front of me. And it's telepathic. And it's alien.

"Look, Piero, take it easy. I know it's a lot but I promise that I will help you. Just as what I've done for your grandfather, I will make sure that you will have the life that you wanted." The slime says, interrupting my thoughts.

What he said actually makes sense now. I guess this slime is what he says that will protect and care for me for as long as I want to. That last part is a little weird though.

"It's actually pretty simple, actually. As long as you need my help, I'll be at your service. Once you think that my services are no longer needed, then I will hibernate until the one awakens me. If I was not activated for 50 years, then I will seek your next of kin. Simple, right?" The slime says, as to answer my thoughts again.

"Thank you, but can you stop reading my thoughts, it's kinda awkward for me." I shyly said.

"Don't worry. I don't judge and I don't compare. Your thoughts are my thoughts. I am just an extension of your will." The slime confidently replies.

"It's not because I'm afraid you'll judge me, it's just that it's my thoughts and sometimes, I like to think things through without getting interrupted."

"I can definitely do that but it will hinder me from serving you. As you can see, I don't have the means to communicate with you in any other way." The slime explains.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I wish I could talk to you normally though. Can't you like, form a mouth or something? So that you can talk normally?" I ask.

"I can form a mouth since my body is amorphous but I am incapable of producing sounds since I don't have the organ for it. If you want me to talk like how you talk then kindly provide me with a vessel that I can assimilate." The slime proposes.

"Wait, a vessel you can assimilate? You mean a container, right?"

"I am capable of assimilating everything that exists here on your planet. But for me to communicate with you without the use of telepathy, I'll be needing another human to be my vessel. I'll assimilate myself inside the body and use that body to communicate with you." The slime says.

I was shocked by what I just heard. This slime can assimilate humans. Just like Venom in comics. I felt my legs weaken as I fear that this creature in front of me might be just deceiving me in order to eat human brains. I then heard a child-like laughter in my head as I looked at the slime in front of me.

"Firstly, I don't consume anything with traces of carbon. I can, but my physiology will suffer immensely since my body requires protein-based diet. That's why I find it so easy that humans can produce large quantities of it when aroused. Second, as I mentioned earlier, I don't have any thoughts of my own. I'm simply incapable. I simply respond to my master's thoughts and emotions to tell me what to do. Lastly, my last directive is to protect and care for Anthony Piero Wright Jr. I will make sure that you will live a happy life." The slime says as his last words struck me.

"So you're saying that you just need to eat cum to sustain yourself?"

"Precisely. I need to do it once a day or else my body will be forced to hibernate. Since I already had my fill with this guy over here, I'm done for the day." The slime explains as my focus turns to Gregory.

"What about him? Will he be alright? After you just drained his balls?" I ask as I tap Gregory's face while he continues to snore like a pug.

"He'll be alright. After the conditioning and modifications that he went through with Tom, his body is now basically a glorified cum fountain." The slime says as its tendrils reach Gregory's limped dick and play with it.

"You mean Grandpa made him like this?" I shockingly asks.

"Why yes! Before I went into hibernation, Gregory was my vessel. Your grandpa reprogrammed his mind and body, with the help of yours truly, to be the perfect vessel for me and a perfect servant for him." The slime replies as its tendrils now spiral around Gregory's dick, slowly awakening it to the full mast while Gregory remains asleep soundly.

"A servant? I never remembered grandpa having this man around the house. How can he do this to this man? How about Gregory's family? Does grandpa not care that this man might have a family who misses him?" I feel myself tearing up as soon as I speak. I know what it feels like to miss someone whom you'll never see again.

"Well, this guy has no existing family. Gregory was arrested by your father since he was involved in a syndicate that your dad is trying to bring down. He was convicted but managed to break out of prison. The syndicate abandoned him and he tried to look for your parents to get revenge. When he arrived at your grandpa's house, Tom told him that your parents died in a plane crash. He immediately went angry and planned to kill you and your grandpa. I managed to assimilate him before he reached your room and the rest was history. You see Piero, your grandfather taught you that a guy like Gregory can protect you if ever there's another guy who seeks revenge for your dad. So, he made sure that Gregory is in great shape and under control before sealing me inside my vial for hibernation. Though I miss using him as my vessel, Tom said that you'll be moving out soon and that I should passed on to you." The slime explains.

I stare at Gregory as I watch him sleep. I guess that my grandpa didn't have a choice when he decided to keep Gregory. I stroke his face as he instinctively rubs his cheek against my hand. He lets out a groan and rests his face on my hand. I notice his dick is now at full size again because the slime keeps playing with it using its tendrils. I start to wonder if a human can take that kind of a dick. I mean, just by looking at it, it's so massive that it looks like Gregory has an arm on his groin. I don't think any human can endure its size, entering their body.

"You can always use his asshole. Tom used to do it all the time when you were asleep." The slime interjects.

"What did I tell you about reading my thoughts? And what are you talking about? Grandpa's not gay. He's an old fashion guy with slight tendencies for homophobia but when I told him that I was gay, he tried his best to support me and not insult me." I said to the slime.

"Again, not possible without a vessel, and I didn't say that he's gay. It's just when he's horny and desperate, I offer my ass to him for quick relief. Technically, it was Gregory's ass but I'm the one in the driving seat."

"You like being fucked?"

"Yeah, but what I'm after is the cum. That's my only food, remember?"

"Right, right. So why didn't you go inside Gregory in the first place if he was your previous vessel?" I ask.

"Well, you didn't tell me to. Again, I am just an extension of your will. I don't function without your permission, now that you're my master. So I'll ask, do you want me to use Gregory as my vessel?" The slime responds.

"It's not like I want you inside him. It's kinda creepy. I just want you to stop reading my thoughts and talk to me." I reply since the concept of assimilation is still freaking me out.

"Ok." The slime replies before one of its antennae extends to Gregory's ear and slips inside.

I watch in horror as the slime burrows its antenna inside Gregory's head. Gregory's eyes suddenly open though I can only see the white of his eyes showing. His mouth forms an O while his drool starts spewing all over his chest. I take a step back as his legs start flailing around like a ragdoll. Then, the slime's antenna detaches from its main body and disappears right inside Gregory's ear. Gregory stops moving and remains still with his eyes and mouth wide open.

"What the hell? What have you done to him? I thought you wouldn't assimilate him." I scream.

"And that's what I did. I just linked myself to his senses so that I can use him as my speaker whenever I need to hear what you're saying and say something I want to. Just give me a moment since it's been a while since I did this." The slime explains.

Gregory's mouth suddenly closes and his eyes roll back to their original place. He then looks at me straight into my eyes as disgust fills his face.

"What are you looking at, weirdo? You're freaking me out." Gregory exclaims as his deep voice fills the room. He notices that he's in his underwear and proceeds to cover his dick in front of me. "What the fuck did you do to me? Why am I naked?" He asks as he inches his way to me, making me tumble and sit on the floor as his huge body towers over me.

I tried to say something but I couldn't speak. I tried to crawl away from him but my arms and legs are weak. He was about to grab me when his body suddenly looked like he had just hit an invisible wall. His eyes widened and his body shivers as I could see him struggling with an invisible force.

"Uhm, sorry about that. I forgot how powerful this man is. As you can see, I just restricted his movements since he was about to smack your pretty little face." Gregory says which made me assume that it is the slime talking through him.

"I thought he was programmed to protect me? Why does he want to hurt me?" I ask as I still struggle to get up.

"Well, being awoken almost naked tends to make people furious, don't you think?" The slime reply.

"You said that you helped grandpa control him, right? Can you do that now?" I panic as I don't know how long the slime's hold on Gregory will last.

"Yeah, but I need to assimilate him to do that. Will you allow me?" The slime asks. I felt a little conflicted about turning Gregory into a simple vessel but I have no choice. I just hope that he can still retain himself even under the influence of the slime.

"Yes, do it. Assimilate Gregory." I say with a sad sigh.

Gregory stops moving as I see his eyes roll at the back of his head again. He remains standing while I see something slithering under the skin of his neck and forehead. After a while, he returns to normal and stares at me for a second before he turns around, picks up his shorts, and dons the clothing. He looks at me with a strange face as he stands in front of me and helps me get back on my feet.

"Sorry about that. Not good with surprises. I thought you were some kind of a pervert." Gregory apologizes as he pats my back to shake off some dust from the floor.

"So you're the slime now, right?" I ask him as I pat myself as well.

"Not really, he says that he just took the part of my brain to control my body but he still had me to be able to think for myself. He states that he'll be sharing with my senses so that you and him can still communicate without reading your mind. He also said that you didn't want him to use me as a vessel so he complies. Wow kid, I almost killed you and you still want to save me. Thanks, I guess." Gregory says as he smiles at me.

"So, does that mean that you're sharing your body with the slime?" I ask him curiously.

"Yeah, he can control my body but he says that he'll only do it if you ask." Gregory rubs the back of his head.

"Thanks, slime. I just think that becoming a prisoner in your own body is a harsh punishment. Even for someone like Gregory." I say as I look into his eyes.

We stand there for a minute before we both realize how awkward it was. He looks away from me as I excuse myself in my room and ask him to make himself comfortable and eat anything in the fridge if he's hungry. I close the door and jump on my bed as I try to process every detail that the slime just told me. There is still a lot that I don't know but I'll go there when I need to. For now, I just want to close my eyes and take a rest from the long drive that we just had.

Possessing Jake

Jake was a tan, hot, and muscular 25 year old jock. He was the definition of sexy and manliness, and he knew it. Jake had chiseled 6 pack abs, huge pecs, and bulging biceps. While at the gym, Jake finished his rigorous workout and walked to the locker room confidently, proud of his day’s lift.

As Jake stripped off his drenched clothes, he lifted his sweaty skin tight shirt to his nose and took a deep whiff. “Ahh the smell of a real man” he smirked. He continued to undress at his locker.

Little did he know, a symbiote in the form of goo was watching him intently from the shadows. The goo was in need of a body and was looking for an alpha male worthy of being its host.

The goo crept closer, its amorphous form shifting and pulsating. The goo knew it would be better to have a willing host so it can make its new host it’s permanent vessel, so it had to convince him. Once it was behind Jake, the goo started growing and forming into the shape of a towering, muscular, and chiseled man. The goo remained made up completely of goo. The goo had a broad frame and bulging muscles that were even bigger than Jake’s. Between his legs, the goo sported a 10” cock and big balls.

Jake finished removing his jock strap and turned around with eyes widened with excitement. He felt a mixture of feelings including confusion and excitement seeing the goo man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Jake asked. “I am looking for a host to contain my form, being a vessel for all my strength and power.” the Goo said, while puffing his chest and flexing his huge arms. Jake was eyeing up the goo’s impressive form, feeling small compared to him. He felt a sense of jealousy and admiration for the goo.

“Damn dude you’re huge. So you are looking to give a guy all your big muscles and strength?” he asked. “Yes, the host I bond with will get all of my body and more.” the goo told him. Jake looked at the goo man’s huge cock. Jake already had a big dick, but he was impressed by the girth and length of the goo’s.

The idea of possessing even more impressive muscles and having that cock added to his own thrilled Jake. The goo noticed Jake’s curiosity and stepped forward so he was right in front of him with the tips of their cocks touching. Jake reached out his hand and started touching the goo’s biceps, feeling the tone and definition. Jake pressed his body more against the goo’s and they both flexed together, rubbing their bodies and feeling each other’s. Jake ran his hands over the goo man's solid, glistening muscles, feeling the strength that radiated from them. Jake was getting hard at the idea and decided he wanted all the goo’s mass inside him and added to his body. He couldn’t stand the thought of the goo offering itself to another guy, he wanted it. It was as if the goo man's presence was igniting something primal in him, awakening desires he didn't even know he had.

“Give me your muscles," Jake whispered, a sense of power coursing through him. “You agree to let me bond with you?” the goo smiled. Jake took a step back and opened his arms wide and confidently declared “Take my body, it’s all yours”. The goo smirked and said “MY body”. The biggest smile formed on Jake’s face as he was bursting with anticipation for the goo’s mass to enter him. “Open wide” the goo commanded of his new vessel.

Jake opened his mouth and the goo started flowing into his body, filling out every part of him. He gasped as he sensed his muscles expanding, his body growing more powerful by the second. His legs instantly grew to thick proportions, Jake groaned as he felt the goo’s cock start sliding into his own, making it rock hard and a new huge 12”. The goo’s abs pushed against his own, turning them into a rock hard 8 pack. Next Jake’s pecs ballooned up to the biggest pecs he has ever seen. Jake looked at the mirror and saw the goo entering his body. He noticed how defined and muscular his body is growing to with the goo entering him. He couldn’t wait any longer and started gulping the goo down to help it enter its new host. His arms tripled in size as he felt the goo’s biceps sliding into his own, as if his body was being put on like a glove by an even more alpha male than himself. It made him so excited to be the vessel for such an alpha, manly mass.

The symbiote bonded with his muscular fibers, enhancing his already impressive physique. It was as if the goo was fulfilling Jake's deepest desires for strength and dominance, but also to be dominated. The goo finished entering Jake’s body and he was pushed back into his locker, with his back hitting it. He stretched his arms up and wide, feeling incredibly filled. He was captivated by the sensation of power under his fingertips, an anticipation building within him. Jake flexed his newfound muscles, admiring the raw power at his disposal. He raised his arm to his nose and took a deep whiff of his hairy armpit, relishing the stronger musky scent that emanated from his body. “Ahhh fuck yeah, I’m the ultimate alpha”. A cocky grin crossed his face as he reveled in his new, muscular form.

The goo was still adjusting in his body and was now starting to move up his neck. Jake felt pressure in his neck moving upward and he started thinking about the goo taking full control of his body. He felt a mixture of awe and submission, a thrilling surrender to the symbiote's power. “Come on man, give me all of it! Make us the strongest man there is.” Jake shouted. Jake knew he was going to lose control of his body, but he was so excited for it. Any hesitation was gone, as he wanted to be dominated and watch his sexy, muscular body be controlled by the only man more of an alpha than him.

Jake's consciousness began to blur. He could feel himself slipping into the back seat of his own mind, while the goo man took over the driver's seat. A sense of euphoria washed over him as he realized that the goo had chosen his body over all the others in the gym. He reveled in the thought that the goo recognized his unparalleled masculinity.

Jake’s head stretched upward and then lowered back to normal, with a big sexy grin forming on his face. The goo was now fully in control of Jake’s body, with Jake being aware but only able to watch and feel his body, which felt incredible. As the goo man flexed Jake's newfound muscles, an overwhelming feeling of pride surged within Jake. The goo admired his reflection in the gym mirrors, his cocky grin a testament to the combination of both Jake and the goo’s cocky personnas. Jake relished the feeling of the goo coursing through his veins, controlling every movement, every breath.

With newfound confidence, the goo man spoke through Jake's lips, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What a rush! Fuck, I am a stud inside you, Jake. Thanks for the body, bro.” he declared, his words laced with a blend of cockiness and satisfaction. Jake’s body had willingly welcomed and accepted the goo, allowing every part of their combined bodies to bond. The goo, mimicking Jake’s whiff of his manly armpit earlier, raised his new arm up and deeply inhaled his other hairy pit. It now had an even stronger and muskier smell. “It’s cause I’m the alpha now, with two of us inside together.” the goo said. The goo continued to inspect his new rock hard physical body, touching and caressing every crevice like him and Jake were doing before. He felt his huge cock and shuttered at the ecstasy, massaging it.

After admiring his reflection, the goo man's attention turned toward the showers. He strode confidently toward the tiled room, his enhanced body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The powerful water jets cascaded over him, washing away the grime of the workout. Jake's body moved with a fluid grace, every movement a testament to the symbiote's control.

In the showers, the goo man ran his hands over his new body, relishing in the sensation of every contour, every ripple of muscle. His touch was exploratory, appreciative of the masterpiece he now possessed. As steam billowed around him, the goo man reveled in the musky scent of manliness that enveloped the space.

Jake's mind lingered in the background, an observer to the sensations and experiences that the goo man was indulging in. He had become a vessel for the goo's dominance, his former self now intertwined with the confidence and swagger of the goo man's persona.

Thanks for reading! This was my first ever story I wrote, I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think!

Part 1: Intro

I was only a lowly front desk guy in this second-tier gym chain in the capitol when it all started. Fresh out of highschool and also from being kicked out from my own home by my traditional Javanese parents for my "peculiar interest", the gym became the place where not only I worked, but also my shelter as the owner was a relative that wanted to help me out and there's a whole floor available for makeshift lodging.

Life was relatively stable for the couple years after that, spent a lot of my time getting bigger in the gym until I can say that I'm quite an eye-candy myself, made some friends in this harsh and cold metropole while also trying to save my own money so I can get out and stay in a place that I called my own.

During the eve of my 21st birthday, something just "clicked" in my brain. I was in the middle of this hookup with a dude from the gym.

He's a regular and he's been giving me all this hint that he's interested with the subtle flex while glancing to me or the occassional touches he did when he interacted with me, so we slept together for like a month or so, and we expected nothing different for my birthday eve. But somehow, when I slammed my cock into his still-tight hole, something felt a bit off. As I tried to squirm my dick out, I found that our body seemingly attached to each other's! I thought I was high or delusional as we snorted a bit before this, but to my surprise, everything was real, and not only that, my legs already submerged into his. I was confused on why he didn't react at all and why he's been super silent for the last few minutes. So as I pressed my body closer to reach his and check on him, that's when I found out that he's spaced out, his mouth gaped open with drool streaming down from his mouth while his eyes were wide open yet blank with no sight of consciousness. And when I tried to pull myself away, it was my eyes turn to went wide as I realized that the entirety of my body already submerged into his, and I can feel the sheet pressing on my cock. In some twisted way, I actually merged with my hookup and all the sensation I felt at that moment belong to his body rather than mine. Seeing no way out, I completed the whole process as I trusted my guts and slammed my head to merge into his. It went smoothly and that's when I found myself having this sudden seizure before I blacked out

I remember the sensation after the blackout as clear as day. It was thrilling yet disorienting, but mostly I was excited as I could tell from the moment I opened my eyes, this is not the same vision I owned for the first 21 years of my life. As my vision darted elsewhere to check on my body, I couldn't help but smirk as the set of pecs and abs plus the floppy 5.5 inchers clearly belonged to my hookup, Pras. Then, I started to laugh out loud, my brain racing with excitement over this newfound power and a chance to escape my life and lived as someone else with me in the pilot seat of their body.

As I opened his phone with his fingerprint that now belongs to me, my cock went alive once more, the amount of people he actively hit on is insane, and I couldn't wait to explore the extend of my power through Pras and his friends

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,"

Part 3: Intermezzo

I converted Ade into my growing stash of puppet the following day after I sent Ihsan back to his work. Pras was hungry, and so did I, so I decided that maybe a day out as myself wouldn't be too bad after all. Plus, Pras could enjoy some private time too doing things his usual self would enjoy. I got some groceries that would last us weeks and bought some other stuff before heading back to the apartment. I decided to be a bit frugal, so I rode MRT instead. In hindsight, guess it was the sign from the universe that I would acquire yet another body.

I simply wanted to take a piss, so I walked into the toilet within the station. Lo and behold, a guy standing in the urinoir caught my attention.

His wide back, tight clothing that accentuate his waist and the bulging arm clearly indicated a fit guy in the making. Realizing the public setting yet the quietness of commuter in this hour, I simply jabbed my arm into his back and he quickly froze while his stream of piss continued. Aware of the possibility of getting caught in the act, I simply submerged my entire self through his back as quickly as possible, and before long, I'm the one feeling the piss streaming out from my now 6.5 incher meaty dong. I let out a chuckle, this is pretty unique, possessing someone mid-pissing, and I take mental note that I should probably do this to someone in the middle of spewing their load. I headed out from the bathroom and head to the second floor where the platform for the train is located. I took a couple video to alert Pras and Ihsan about the additional member of their "brotherhood", and how I think this guy could take it from both of them all at once, and the replies were hilarious to say the least

As I entered Pras my apartment, I simply lounged on the bed, putting on some skincare product Pras I owned and checking on the dude's phone. Awww Ade here supposedly came for his girlfriend birthday dinner, look at those worried texts and missed calls. Well, I ain't got time for that bitch because Ade here is now a thirsty whore waiting for his two "older bros" coming along after their day out and treated him like the whore he is. Getting impatient, I texted the both of them again

"It's so hydrating to use this facial cream, but I know something else that will hydrate my face better 🍆🍆💦💦💦"

As his erection grows to a delightful 7.5 incher, I guess I can hydrate myself first before they came

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Walking back to your house, in the middle of the night, after you got your heart broken, and wailing like a child is not what I had in mind when I set out for the night. I thought I was finally getting lucky, that it was the day for the bullied highschool gay kid to be loved and appreciated for being in my own skin, but no. Turns out, Patrick and his fellow football jocks made a bet on how quickly he can make me confess my love for him. Patrick asked me out on a date and my gullible ass was just over the moon that my highschool crush finally noticed me.

As I walked my sobbing mess of myself across the road, I looked up at the starry night sky and prayed. Prayed that someday, I won't be as stupid and naive as I am today. That somehow, I can change myself to be able to just say what I want in any situation I am in and be rid of all the overthinking and anxiety that I had in my head. I looked up to the stars and prayed for an out from being pathetic and simple-minded. I waited for a couple of seconds, expecting something, anything that can be considered as a response to my plea, but nothing happened. I laugh as I continue bawling my eyes out. That was the last thing I remember before I felt something struck my head and passed out.

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As I came to, I was greeted by a panicking nurse. She immediately ran out of the room as I looked around and found myself stuck in a hospital with multiple cables and hoses stuck into my body. I tried to move but I feel so weak to even lift a finger. All I can feel is this weird rumbling feeling in my stomach and the familiar sensation of a morning wood. I let out a sigh as close my eyes and try to remember what happened that led me in this hospital bed. My name is Avery, 15 years old, gay, and I was punked by a couple of football jocks. I want to cry again from remembering but I'm just too tired and my stomach is rumbling like crazy.

After a few minutes, a doctor and the nurse come into my room and proceed to check on how I feel at the moment. The nurse starts removing the life support connected to me and it feels like shit. I always wonder what deep throating feels like but not like this. As soon as she's done yanking out all the cables and tubes from my body, she hurriedly left my room, leaving the doctor standing beside me. I look up to him and he's quite handsome.

"So, Avery, again I'm Dr. Hernandez. Just to clear you out on some details, I am required to inform you about some news so I suggest you brace yourself for this." He says with a serious tone. "Can you tell me what year it is?"

"It's 2013, I'm a sophomore in Milton High." I sit up on my bed as I try to brace myself for news despite the intense rumbling in my stomach.

"Unfortunately, you were found unconscious on the road one morning and that was ten years ago. You've been asleep ever since." Dr. Hernandez explains to me as slowly as he can.

"10 years huh?" I ask as I feel my stomach rumble even more.

"Yes, Avery. I know it's a lot to take in. I already contacted your sister to pick you up. I suggest that you take this moment to rest so that we can run another check up on you this afternoon to see if we can let you go." He says as he checks his chart.

"My sister? Where's my mom? I want to talk to my mom!" I replied to Dr. Hernandez as my voice shakes.

"Your sister is your listed emergency contact here but I can try to ask for your mother as well. You should calm down and take it easy. Your body's still weak and you will need an intense rehabilitation in order to recover your strength."

"Calm down? Are you seriously telling me to calm down? 10 years! That's an awful lot of years!! Don't tell me to c-" I exclaim at Dr. Hernandez before I projectile-vomit right into his face.

I feel so embarrassed. Dr. Martinez is now covered with my greenish yellow puke. Before I could even open my mouth to apologize, I felt something throb in my head and everything started shaking. I can see Dr. Martinez in front of me and then suddenly I can see myself shaking on the bed. And then it stopped. I look up to see Dr. Martinez standing in front of me with his eyes white while his mouth is wide open. Slowly, his eyes return to normal as his mouth closes. No traces of my puke all over him.

"Look, Avery, I can never know how you feel right now but all I can say as your doctor is that you need to rest. Your body is extremely fragile after being in a coma for 10 years. It was a miracle that you even recovered and I strongly advise that you see how wonderful that is." Dr. Martinez says before he tidy up his scrub before he walks out of the room like nothing happened.

I was left alone in my room, confused and utterly speechless. What the hell was that? Am I seeing things now? Am I losing my mind? But the rumbling in my stomach is now gone, and so is my boner. But I guess hearing that you've been in a coma for 10 years can really spoil your mood, huh? I let out a sigh and gently lay down on my bed. Everything hurts just by moving around so I guess I should really rest for now. I just hope that Agnes will be here soon with Mom.

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Have you ever felt like you've been aware of what's happening around while you're asleep? As if you know you're in a lucid dream but everything just seems so realistic that you think it's not a dream at all? Well, you get the gist of it. I'm not sure how to describe it myself but that's the best way I can describe what's happening right.

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"Doc, how did he take it?" Pam asks me as she tries to show off her ass for me.

"As you expected, of course. It's really a miracle that he even woke up. To be honest, I just had a meeting with his family 2 weeks ago about pulling his plug. Mrs. Fawkes wasn't able to pay for the bill last month and I gave them options. I guess Avery is just a fighter, you know?" I answer to Pam while she's definitely batting her lashes at me the whole time.

"Yeah, it should feel so good that one of your patients is better now. Why don't you celebrate that with me in the snug room?" Pam replies as she glided her hand along my hairy arm.

"You're just looking for an excuse now, Pam." I sarcastically say, as I feel my dick getting hard from this exchange.

What the fuck? I'm gay!

I suddenly feel like something inside me just stopped. My dick slowly softens and my body calms down.

"What's the matter, Nick? It'll be quick. I won't tell your wife." Pam whispers as she tiptoes to whisper into my ear.

Fuck! This bitch is horny! I have to get away from her right now.

"Yeah, I have to say no, Pam. Maybe next time." I found myself saying to Pam as I walk away from her, leaving her confused.

I feel tightness in my chest as I go inside a vacant room. I go inside the bathroom and look at the mirror. I open the faucet and wash my face with water to calm my nerves.

"What the hell is wrong with me today? Pam is in the mood and I walked away?" I say to myself as I slam my hand on the sink. I haven't been laid for a week and now that Pam was offering, I walked away? What was I thinking?

I am seeing through his eyes and hearing through his ears. I never noticed how handsome this doctor was before. He's rugged look is kinda turning me on.

"Fuck, I look so hot right now. I bet Pam really wants to ride my dick right now." I realize as I try to say my thoughts using my deep sultry voice.

Forget about her. Women are gross. Men are better. Look at me. I'm a fucking hunk!

I have this sudden urge to evaluate myself. Am I still hot? Am I still attractive? I take off my scrub and polo as I look at my naked torso in the mirror.

"Fuck yeah, I still look hot. Must be why Pam is getting flirty earlier."

Forget about her. Forget about women. You are not horny for her or any women, you are horny for men. Men like you. You look so hot right now. There are other men who look as hot as you. That's what you want. That's what makes your dick hard.

I can feel my dick getting hard as I continue to stare at my reflection. I feel so hungry with lust and my body starts heating up.

That's right, Nick. You're fucking hot. Your cock is so hard right now. You want to look for another hot man like you. You want to plunge your rock hard cock in his ass and fuck him until you had your fill. You need a tough man who can handle all your energy and vigor.

I thought of potential candidates among my colleagues in the hospital. Maybe Paul from the ICU, he has tight abs. Or Jake from Emergency, rumor says he is flexible in bed. What about Sander Huston, the optometrist? Nick always envies how big Sander's bubble butt is. I feel my hand groping my dick through my pants as I let out a gutteral moan. I can't wait to fuck some ass. I need to fuck right now.

Suddenly, my head cleared up. I lost my train of thought for a moment before I realized what I was doing. My face turns red as I immediately put back my clothes and pretend that I didn't just think about fucking my friends in the ass earlier.

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I open my eyes to see Agnes and my mom arguing with each other before they notice that I'm awake. I give them a smile before they both start crying and hugging me. I feel so relieved that they're here now but I can't help but feel sad as I stare at their faces and notice that they're much older than what I remembered. Both of them are so happy to know that I woke up and started telling each other the things that I might need here while I go through the rehabilitation. I just let them do all the planning since I'm far too tired to argue anyway. I want to sleep again in order to have that wonderful dream again.

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Spring Cleaning

Spring Break had arrived for college students all over the nation, and Caleb was ready to make the most of it. He awoke that Saturday bright and early to get a headstart on cleaning the apartment he shared with his friend, William. Once he finished tidying up and dusting his room, he walked out with the intent to continue, but quickly stopped in his tracks. William, clad in just his undies, was sleeping peacefully on the couch. A half a dozen cans of beer lay scattered around the living room floor.

Though Caleb’s first instinct was to shout at William to clean up his mess, he stopped himself and reconsidered. Not only was it William’s right to indulge from time to time—god knows the two of them seriously needed to after the stress of this semester—but Caleb also didn’t feel like dealing with a hungover William as he tried to clean their living space. The third and final reason was Caleb hungrily eyeing just about every curve and crease of William’s half-naked body as he serenely snored the day away. It had been so long since William paraded around the place like this. Ever since an instance where he had taken notice of Caleb staring for just a second too long, William had always hung around with at least a shirt and shorts on; nothing less.

“Wish you’d trust me a bit more,” whispered Caleb before biting his lower lip. His shorts had already begun to tent. “But maybe you made the right call.” The seconds turned into minutes, and Caleb’s resistance was slowly waning away. Thoughts continued to race in his mind, and before he realized it, he was standing over his friend’s sleeping body. My power… he thought to himself.

One of the benefits of having an amateur father as a warlock was the various rituals that didn’t work out. During Caleb’s high school days, his father had tried a specific ritual that rebounded and struck Caleb instead. The end result was the ability to “melt” his body down into some kind slime—sadly, not of the metal or king variety—and slither into people’s bodies in order to take them over. The first of Caleb’s rides and experiments with his new abilities was his own father, but that was a story for another day.

Right now, all that he could focus on was the hunk that now lied before him. Without a second thought, Caleb stripped off his clothes and tossed them to the floor. He positioned himself on the couch so that he was right on top of William and his erect dick was close to his mouth. Thankfully, William was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t immediately wake up when Caleb thrust his dick into his open mouth. Only when slime began to slither down his throat did William finally wake up. “Too late!” grinned Caleb as he continued to melt into translucent, invading goo to his roommate’s horror.

William let out a muffled cry of terror. He tried to grasp at the goo, but couldn’t get a firm grip on the slippery, boneless form. Even calling for help didn’t work, as his mouth was still too full to make any kinda yell. All he could do was writhe and convulse on the couch as this invader continued its conquest.

Internally snickering, Caleb commanded his slime body to fill up and infect the cells and tissue in William’s body. As time went on, William’s limbs felt warm as they fell under his control. He curled and uncurled his firm fingers; flexed his new biceps; and stretched his thick, powerful legs. The warm sensation contrasted with how cold and numb William felt.

As soon as the slime finished entering William’s mouth and sliding down his throat with a wet slosh, he began to moan. “Ahhh, oohhh, get the hell ouuut!” he said with low energy. Every part of him refused to listen, and he couldn’t even feel the way his hands were touching his chest and crotch. “H-Help, someone, ahh—AHHHH!” Caleb’s slime slithered towards his brain, wrapping itself around it and forcing William into unconsciousness. “NO! NO! Get out get out AAAHHH!” William shouted as his whole body convulsed and he finally fainted.

Soon enough, his body finally grew still. When he opened his eyes, there was a new, devious glint. “Oh, thanks, Will,” said Caleb as he massaged his new pecs. “This’ll be such a nice body to do some spring cleaning with. And, a nice way to enjoy the break, too.”

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.

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.

Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.

Eight Guests a Party

Alan’s invader awoke late in the morning, just before noon. All the breeding and planning from last night, as well as converting Alan’s friend—whatever his name was—had all but exhausted him. Even so, as he awoke, he felt refreshed and re-energized. Everything had gone according to plan, even with the setback he had encountered one of Alan’s old friends. Soon, Forde’s friends would arrive and enjoy a night at the pool, where Alan’s invader left his awaiting spawn.

Although a small force, the fact that they would convert eight whole bodies in the span of just two days was a major boon for the invasion. While the four invaders gathered together to feed their hosts, Alan explained it to them all.

“Understood!” said Nolan, nodding. Ever obedient.

“Right,” said Alan’s friend. None of them quite knew what his name was exactly, and neither did Alan’s offspring.

Forde nodded, looking… sullen? That seemed to be the appropriate name for the emotion. “I understand, brother,” he said to Alan. Regardless of the emotion, he appeared to be obedient. “So your friend and you will hide upstairs while Nolan and I make sure that our friends swim in the pool?”

Nodding, Alan said, “It is absolutely vital that none of these prominent and virile hosts do not suspect anything until they are all infected. The moment one of them gets away as if able to warn the authorities, our invasion is finished.”

“Don’t worry,” said Nolan, “We don’t intent to let anything get in the way.”

Forde nodded, grimacing. “I’ll do my best, brother. I swear it.”

“Is that so? You should know nothing like that means anything to me, brother.”

Alan’s invader wasn’t sure why, but he could almost see the malice flash across Forde’s face.

Night arrived and the sounds of men filled the air. To keep themselves hidden, Alan’s invader and the invader who took over the other one hid in the room of Forde’s parents. They sat in the dark, the only light streaming was that of the moon and the lights from the pool below. Before the hour was up, they would no longer have to hide.

Alan’s invader looked through the window the various hosts talking, dancing, and merrily drinking as they unknowingly enjoyed their last night in this world. In a way, the sight was pitiful. Promising young men who have done nothing wrong will soon just become husks and the key to their species’ extinction.

“Something wrong, father?” Alan’s friend asked with a slight tilt of his head. “You seem concerned. I haven’t seen that from you.”

“Perhaps my host has affected me more than I initially believed,” said Alan’s invader. He took a seat on the king-sized bed and stared down at his hands. He thought about his fingers moving, and they did. It was a natural, instinctive movement, yet there was something truly miraculous about it. Yet, something about that bothered him. “When did I start believing these were mine?” he mused, eyes narrowing. “I think, therefore I am,” Alan’s invader muttered. He had no idea who said it, but his host considered it so important. “I am alive.”

“Of course you are,” his friend—no, his host’s friend—said with that same naivety his spawn often did. “You command us. You breathe. Of course you’re alive.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Alan’s invader said. When he looked down at that pool, there was a stirring emotion inside of his chest. Joy? No. Ecstasy? No, not that either. He thought about it for about 40 minutes until he spotted Forde’s friends jumping into the pool. “Ah, I think I understand.” The emotion he was feeling was ‘pride,’ for his offspring. The plan had worked as expected. Everything was going perfectly.

However, he couldn’t shake off a feeling of dread. Was it his host’s fear? Was it that the dawn of humanity’s destruction was upon them? Whatever it was, Alan’s invader didn’t mind. He pushed that worthless emotion to the pits of his borrowed mind left the room. His offspring followed close behind.

Alan’s invader arrived just in time to see the final moments of the conversions take place. One of Forde’s friends had made it all the way out of the pool, but it was clear in his writhing form and drool falling from his lips that he wouldn’t last long. “Hhhheeeelp,” said that man while Forde and Nolan merely looked on. Alan’s invader noted that he had never seen such a lack of emotion on Forde’s face before. It was completely blank, almost mirroring his own. There was a rush of relief but also disappointment. What set his brother Forde so far apart from all the others was gone. Though Alan’s invader couldn’t say there was true value behind that, it was a shame to see it go.

“It’s over,” said Forde, looking down at his convulsing friends as they suffered during their last moments. “It’s over, Alan.”

Alan’s invader nodded as he approached. He stood over the men as the last traces of their humanity left them. “You have done well, Forde.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“If that’s what you wish.” Forde balled his fists that at the response, but Alan’s invader didn’t pay much mind to that. He instead focused on the rising men as the first bits of awareness reached them. There were still plans to be made, but for now, everything was all right. His spawn would survive this cold and unforgiving world. No, they would do more than that. They would thrive. 

As these thoughts ran through the invader’s mind, he spotted the glint of a metal blade flash in the night.

He recognized just by the sight alone. The invader raised his hands in defense as Forde brandished a small and sharp night, easy to conceal. The sensation of dread returned, and the invader let out a cry of panic. However, before Forde could run him through, several bodies all pinned him down.

Now useless, the knife fell to the pavement with a sharp clatter that made the invader jump. Forde reached out for it with desperate fingers before Nolan kicked it out of reach.

“No…” breathed Forde. “Damnit, damnit!” he said, slamming his fist against the pavement as his former friends rose from their place.

Alan’s invader stepped forward. The knife hadn’t come anywhere near him, yet his skin was covered in goosebumps. Yet another new sensation. “Why did you do that?” he asked with a slight, quizzical tilt of his head.

“To stop the invasion!” screamed Forde. Something akin to desperation and pain danced in his wild eyes. “To stop you. I… look at ourselves, Alan. Look at what we are. I killed Forde, and I lead to all my friends dying.”

“So your plan was to kill me? Your brother, who chose you over all the others who died?”

“It was luck!” shouted Forde. “Y’know that more than anyone that it was only by luck that I was the one to take over Forde. Don’t pull that shit with me!” he said, trembling with rage. His cheeks were completely red and tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. “You didn’t save me. You don’t care about me,” he said, attempting to escape from his friend’s grip.

“You’re right,” nodded Alan’s invader. “I see now that I shouldn’t have cared about you at all.” Disappointment. It was an emotion that his host was intimate with. A disappointing child wasn’t anything new, and disappointment towards himself came as often as the sun rose in the morning. “You’ve always been so emotional. So much more human compared to everyone else. It is no wonder you’ve become the way you are now.”

Forde let out a few more staggered breaths before finally sighing. Head low and shoulder slumped, he asked, “Why am I alive? Why am I here? Out of all the members of our species that you could have saved, why was it me?” 

“I can’t say I know,” was the invader’s blasé response. “However, I do know this. Whatever happened, it was a mistake. I must’ve wronged you in some way, brother. That’s why you believe you’re Forde. It’s why you have these emotions.” The invader gently lifted up Forde’s chin so they were eye-to-eye, faces just inches apart. “You’re a danger to yourself and this invasion, Forde. We can’t afford you to remain alive.”

“A mistake,” echoed Forde. “Just a mistake. That’s all I am, then.” His voice, so filled with defiance and determination just minutes before, was now just a hollow whisper.

“Is this what you wanted?” demanded the invader, punching Forde’s stomach. Forde sucked in air through his teeth but didn’t scream. The invader scoffed and punched him again, but still nothing. “To die amongst your new comrades?” he continued. “Your fellow family?”

“No, I wanted you to die with me, brother,” said Forde, head low. “I want to die for the sins I’m carrying.”

“...You’re disgusting,” said Alan’s invader. “These emotions ruined your opportunity in this world. Even now, I can feel this disgusting human’s sentiments impede my thinking.” He looked up at the stars, where he was certain he belonged, and scowled. “I’m trapped in this in this filthy world, chained up by these petty sins my host refuses to let go. I’m chained to the earth and I can’t fly to the stars like we’re destined to do.” In that cloud of anger, the most visceral emotion he has ever felt, Alan’s invader wound his fist back and struck Forde’s cheek. “I won’t let your nonsense get in our way. I won’t allow you to disrupt my mission and prevent our species from taking its rightful place.”

Forde, still reeling from that blow, looked back up and glared at the invader. There was a tense moment, a brief hesitation, before he spat a glob of blood right at the invader’s face. 

Finally, the invader thought, that fire in his eyes returned. Forde lived once more. That was the last thing the invader wished to see from the brother he had saved. It was an accident, but I don’t carry any regrets, Forde. You carry a potential I wish I could understand, but I must fulfill my duty. Our people, my offspring, deserve the right to live and feel the pride I had the privilege to feel.

“Hold still, freak,” the invader growled as he held Forde’s squirming face still. “You’re wasting valuable resources. I’ll have to pry you out of that body myself.” Once more, the fear in Forde’s eyes returned, but the defiance never left. Even to the end, Forde remained steadfast and full of life. In a low whisper, one he wasn’t certain Forde would even hear, the invader said, “I’ll miss you, my brother. My friend.” The invader gathered himself up in his host’s mouth, growing lightheaded for a second. Then, he leaned in for a kiss.

“NOW!”

Surely, he would’ve seen this coming. Two of Forde’s friends grabbed his arms and pinned him down to the ground. With the surprise impact, Alan accidentally bit down on the slime and allowed the invader to spill onto the pavement. With little way to escape, the invader just lied on the ground, attempting to crawl back into its bleeding host with the speed of a snail.

Forde reached into his pocket and pulled out some kind of packet. The invader could only make out “SALT” before Forde pinned him to the ground. “DIE!” Was the last thing the invader heard from Forde as he shoved the packet into his pathetic, slimy body.

Alan’s friend fell to the ground as well, pinned down by some more of Forde’s friends. What had initially appeared to be the invader’s emotionless spawn revealed themselves to have a wide range of emotions, not unlike Forde.

Ah, a ruse, the invader thought as his body burned at the salt’s touch. How clever. So that’s why Alan’s friend arrived. A distraction to fill the pool with your own flawed, miserable, heartful spawn. He looked up at the weeping, blubbering Forde as Nolan pulled him in for an embrace. You win, brother. Humanity is saved. The burden of your own spawn and the burden of the dead now lie with you.

Why are you alive? Why are you like this? I couldn’t give you an answer, but perhaps you can find it on your own.

I wish you the best, brother.

And the invader stopped thinking.

The Cavern

Jackson had been looking forward to this camping trip with his friends for months. After a delightful night of stargazing and sharing creepy stories in the dark, Jackson woke up early and decided to go for a swim at a nearby lake. Stripping to just his swimming trunks, he cannonballed into the water. Shortly after landing, however, he noticed an odd substance dye the clear lake a sickly green. Before he could rush back to the shore and leave, he felt an odd sensation in his shorts. “Wha-OH!”

“Nrgh, urgh…!” Jackson gritted his teeth as he felt something slowly slide and invade his tight hole. His cheeks grew red both from the arousal and shame of something slithering inside of him. However, he couldn’t move; completely powerless to stop this invader. “H-Help…” he managed to wheeze out. The camp was too far for any of his friends to help. All Jackson could do was throw his head back and let out another low moan as the slimy creature reached his brain.

“Mm…oh…” The entity engulfed the entirety of Jackson’s brain, hijacking his personality and memories for espionage and impersonation. After a few more shudders and stretching, the entity cracked his new neck and opened his new eyes. “You’ve got friends here,” he said, cackling to himself. “They’ll be nice vessels for some friends of my own.” He made his way over to the shore, not bothering to hide the hard-on in his trunks, and walked to the camp.

“Guys, the water feels great!” he called out with Jackson’s good-humored nature.

Don’t Use the Shower at Night

Lionel walked through the locker room with an exaggerated swagger, his towel nearly slipping off his swaying hips. Just a step behind him was another man named Maxwell, his fluffy hair bobbing up and down as he emulated Lionel’s strut with perfect accuracy. His expression remained completely stoic despite his expression gait, and his eyes seldom blink. Soon, the pair stopped in front of the sole shower stall still being used.

Leaning against a wall, Lionel commented, “Your hair’s just too cute, Maxie. It’s so nice when it just moves like that,” he said, chuckling as Maxwell simply nodded. “I’m glad we met in this gym, Maxie, but… don’t you think there’s someone else who should join this li’l group of ours? No reason it can’t be more than two.”

A flicker of light appeared in Maxwell’s dull eyes. His lips curled up into a smirk mirroring that of Lionel’s. “Sure thing, boss,” he said, his gruff voice sounding faint from disuse. He stepped forward, towel falling onto the floor. He drew the shower curtain back with a swift flick of the wrist.

“Woah, man, what the fuck?!” said the younger man, whipping around to face Maxwell. “H-Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you? Go away!” Despite the desperation in the young man’s voice, Maxwell just stepped forward, ignoring the stream of hot water on his skin. “Hey, you there, help me out here!” The young man looked to Lionel in desperation. However, Lionel just grinned as the outline of his hardening dick became clear through the thin towel. “Just relax,” he told the young man as Maxwell pinned him to the wall. “This can be fun of all of us. Stop. Struggling. And relax.”

“B-Bro, please…!” was all the young man was able to do as Maxwell forcibly brought their lips together beneath the hot, steamy water. Their tongues wrestled and fought for dominance as the young man screamed into Maxwell’s mouth until something surged forth. “HRGH! HHHMMMMFFF!”

Lionel let out a pleasured moan as the slimy substance that composed his soul traveled down the young man's throat and began to spread throughout his trembling body. The odd substance began to invade and rewire each of the man's cells. Every time without fail, Lionel enjoyed the sensation of his consciousness flooding another's.

“Good job, li’l Maxie,” Lionel said to his first convert. Fully aware that there was not a shred of the old Maxwell to respond to his praise, Lionel still enjoyed the little replay that came with controlling multiple bodies. The rippling of Maxwell's biceps as he pinned the young man to the wall as well as the hair that adorned his head all confirmed to Lionel one thing: he had made the right choice conquering this one.

Speaking of conquering, Lionel leaned his head back and let out a moan, toes curling and eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as a stream of information reached his consciousness. The sensation of filling another always gave him such a rush of pleasure, like he was breeding someone’s hole. “Mm, so your name’s Jacob? Not a bad name, and not a bad looker, either,” said Lionel, grinning.

Maxwell leaned back, licking a stray film of orange good from his lips while his victim convulsed against the wall. The process always took a few seconds at least, but Lionel was slowly becoming faster. Soon he’d be able to convert others in no time at all. However, “It’s just not as much fun,” he said out loud, sticking his tongue out as he savored the last remains of resistance from Jacob finally fade. “So, Jacob my friend, how do you feel about joining li’l ol’ Maxie and me? We’re cruising around and thinking of picking up a few more buddies. You in?”

"Uh, ohhh… urgh…" Jacob still moaned as he went through the last of the shakes. He cracked his neck, shuddering before opening his eyes, giving Lionel yet another set he could see through. For a moment, there was the tiniest hint of an orange dye in Jacob’s irises, but it soon vanished. “Sounds like a bitchin’ time, boss,” said Lionel’s newest husk, adopting Jacob’s personality. “But why don’t you let me finish up my shower? Actually, do you mind joining me? Need someone to wash the small of my back.”

“Do you mind, Maxie?” said Lionel, knowing the answer already but still enjoying the little show he was putting on for himself. Maxwell shook his head, hair bobbing the whole time. “Well then, let’s get acquainted.”

The Lake

“H-Hey man, thanks for the rescue,” the young man said as he climbed onto the larger boat. His hands wouldn’t stop shivering, and his movements were frenetic as he oriented himself. “M-My name’s Greg. Oh man, oh god. Th-Theere’s some freaky shit in the water! Something that took over or possessed my friends or some shit! They tried to force me under.” He let out a few choked sobs as he spoke, unable to relax his breathing. “Please help me.”

The older man, the owner of the boat, handed Greg one a glass of water. “Hmph, quite the tale yer telling me,” he said, remaining calm. “Have a drink and calm down. Yer safe now.”

Nodding, the younger man took a swing before throwing the glass onto the river. He reacted too late. A film of blue slime already slid past his lips. The younger man collapsed onto the floor of the boat while the owner threw off his shorts and began to jerk it at the sight of a new convert. “Sorry, Greg,” the owner said, grin unnaturally wide. “Can’t letcha and yer shit friends get away without getting my own li’l payback. Yer li’l prank didn’t kill me, and now yer allllll my li’l playthings.”

Greg didn’t respond, body convulsing as his body was taken over by his former victim.

Photoshoot Possession

“Ya sure this’ll get me a date?” Andres asked his friend as he posed. The breeze felt weird and cold on his bare ass. Though it wasn’t the first time he had wore a jockstrap, it was certainly the first time he wore them in such a pose and outdoors.

Michael nodded, grinning to himself as he saw his little friend approach the unsuspecting Andres. “‘f course, man!” Michael assured Andres so as to keep him staring at the camera. “Ever since those man whores’ pictures? Posing near nude isn’t just artistic, it gets the thristy thots running.” He snapped a few pictures as Andres awkwardly posed.

So unfashionable, thought Michael, but it’ll be fine once he’s no longer himself.

“ARGH! Mierda, what the fuck--URGH!” Andres cried out as a mysterious invader suddenly struck his bare ass. “Yo man, what the fuck is--AH!” Losing his balance, Andres struck the wall behind him and began convulsing as the slimy creature slipped into his crack with a slosh. “M-Michael...!” he begged as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Heeeelp...”

Michael took a few more pictures, shorts tenting as his friend struggled, beads of sweat covering his face and nipples hardening as the slime spread throughout his body. There was a bit of precum leaking, and soon shots of cum came barreling out of Andres’ ruined jockstrap.

Eventually, Andres struggling subsided. He opened his eyes and cracked his neck a few times. “Hmm...” He looked down at his hairy arms and then ran a hand down his chest and towards his happy trail. “And you’ll find me more bodies like this if I cooperate with you, Michael?”

“Please, call me Mike. Or maybe ‘Master’ is better.”

Eight Cups a Day Finale

A Star-Studded Future

“Nrgh, mm! Oh god, oh FUCK!” said Danny as Eddy slammed harder into him. “God, fuck me harder, daddy. Make me screaaaam.”

At that Eddy just chuckled. “God, what was in Forde that made you into such a needy slut?”

“Dunno, whatever it was that made ya lust for man-ass,” Danny quipped back as Eddy relentlessly pounded him. Before Danny could continue his trash talking, he gasped as his back arched in a perfect C. “Woah! I’m fucking close, I’m gonna…!” Danny let out a small whine as Eddy wrapped his arms around him. Leaving behind little kisses up Danny’s neck, Eddy eventually began to make out with Danny—silencing his screams as the two came. Ropes of cum landed all over the freshly-washed sheets. Shame for Forde’s detergent supplies, but that wasn’t Eddy’s problem.

“Mmm, so fucking nice,” said Eddy. He ran his finger down the sheets and scooped up some of the cum. It tasted much sweeter than he expected. Was that an effect of being a species like himself or did Danny-boy just have a nice, pineapple-filled diet? “Goddamn, that was good. Really needed that to start the morning.” He lightly slapped Danny’s ass while the cum dribbled out.

“Whatever, homo,” said Danny, eyes rolling. After a few seconds of disentangling from each other, he rolled off the bed and made his way over to the backroom, not caring how much he was leaking or the mess he was leaving behind. “Clean up the sheets and shit. I gotta take a shower,” he said in an uncaring tone.

“What, no cuddling?”

“Cuddle with yourself. I reek after you rubbed your torso and shot your loads all over me last night.” With that, Danny slammed the door behind him.

Eddy shrugged and put on some of his clothes. His host hadn’t brought another change of clothes and he wasn’t Forde’s size, so he had to settle for the shirt that reeked of sweat and the shorts with cum stains. “Not like I care too much,” he said, shrugging. Speaking out loud was beginning to be a habit of his—despite the lack of memory of him doing that. “Must’ve been a Forde thing,” he reasoned. Despite all that happened and how much he wished it hadn’t, he had to accept the reality.

Eddy wasn’t Eddy, but he was close to it. The small parts of him that wasn’t Eddy were that of Forde and his memory of who Eddy was. Would that be enough to fully play the role? Eddy wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t sure of who he was, only who he was supposed to be. How were they expected to play this role for? It was difficult for them to even achieve this sort of bond with their hosts. Now they had to play pretend for the rest of their hosts’ natural lifespan? They would be impostors for the rest of their lives, carefully calculating their behavior to fit their host as best as possible.

And yet, just the thought of that made Eddy’s shoulders slump. It wasn’t just a burden, but a limit on his life. He knew Eddy’s plans for the future, but the picture-perfect life tilted just the tiniest bit. He was Eddy, but enough of him wasn’t Eddy that he felt like something completely new. It was a dysphoria he couldn’t quite shake off. Did he deserve the right to uproot the wishes of the original Eddy? Or the wishes of his friends and loved ones?

Where did Eddy end, and where did this not-Eddy begin?

“Wonder how long we can keep it up…”

“Keep what up?” Eddy turned around and saw Makoto walking around with just a jockstrap on. “’fraid our folks are gonna find out ‘bout us? I wouldn’t worry.”

At the very least, both Eddy and not-Eddy disliked Makoto just as much. He wouldn’t have to pretend that part. “Just because Forde liked being just as much a slob as you are doesn’t mean you’re gonna blend in perfectly.”

“Oh c’mon, li’l Ed,” said Makoto, grinning at him. “Don’t be such a pessimist. We’ve done the impossible already. Stopped an alien invasion and got some sweet bodies outta it.” As he spoke, he gyrated his hips and even thrust into the air a few times.

Eddy stared, but he wasn’t amused. “Like Nolan said, Makoto, we killed these guys and took their place. We’re like those freaky bodysnatchers in the movies.”

“God, now I know you’re gonna do well as Eddy,” said Makoto, dropping his grin. “Just as much of a killjoy as the original. Go blow a few more loads into Danny-boy so you can actually crack a smile.” Smirking, Makoto added, “Or else it’ll be me coating his walls.” Before Eddy could reply, Makoto spun on his heel and walked away.

“Piece of shit,” was all Eddy said before sauntering towards the living room, hands in his pockets and slouching.

It was still rather early—only about 7 am—but most of the hosts were already milling around in the living room. Because of the dilemma that occurred last night, most of them hadn’t gotten much of a chance to really get to know and explore their new forms. “It’s hard to figure out who or what we’re supposed to be.” It was one of Forde’s older friends, a man by the name of Oscar. “We’re not really these creatures, not really Forde, but not really any of our hosts.”

He was a more thoughtful individual than Eddy was, so he figured he might as well just speak to him about it.

“You thinking about it as well?” asked Eddy as he slid over to an open seat next to Alan.

The poor man was looking around, eyes eagerly taking in every sight like a newborn. Since there was very little of the old man’s mind left by the time Forde’s offspring took over, he was in an “awkward situation,” as Nolan put it. Eddy preferred the term “horrifying,” but he kept it to himself. No need to bring the mood down even further. Turning back to face Oscar, Eddy continued. “I feel like Eddy, but not really at the same time. Like I’m playing a role.”

Oscar nodded. “One way to see it is that we’re the offspring of Forde and our host. In that way, our existence is a lot more humanitarian. We’re just children that have to play pretend in to keep the order.” He took a deep breath and crossed his legs together, as if meditating. It was a habit of Oscar whenever too mcuh stress took ahold of him. Eddy could at least see that.

“So you’re fine with this,” said Eddy.

“No, but I’m not un-fine with it, either.” Was that what peace looked like? Oscar didn’t seem satisfied or dissatisfied. He simply accepted it and moved on. Perhaps Eddy should try the same, but that niggling feeling in the back of his head wouldn’t disappear. “You won’t be fine with it until you’re fine with who you are, Eddy,” said Oscar.

Eddy rose from where he had fallen on the ground. “Always were good at scaring the crap outta me,” he said, rubbing his head. “Get out of my head, Oscar.”

“You told me what was bothering you. I’m just trying to help.”

“Still on it, Ed-boy?” Eddy groaned as Makoto walked into the living room once more. At the very least, he was far more modest. Not only that, but Makoto was also carrying a duffel bag. “Figured it’s about time we parted ways,” he said when everyone’s eyes went over to his bag. “There’s no point in staying here while everyone messing up my vibes.” Swiping a pair of discarded sunglasses from the table, Makoto put them on and flashed a peace sign. He looked like such a douchebag. “Got a life to lead, y’know? Y’all should do the same. ‘s all we can do for our hosts and our species or whatever. No need to grieve when we can party.”

What did that even mean? Even before the invasion, Eddy and Makoto were simply incompatible. Just sharing their thoughts or perspectives out loud led to arguments and fighting, as if they couldn’t tolerate the existence of such feelings. They were oil and water. Or rather, water and Rubidium, as a certain fictional con-artist once put it as. Despite the gravity of the situation, this was just another case of the two of them being unable to agree. Despite the familiarity, Eddye still felt sick as he stared Makoto down. “Doesn’t it even matter to you, ya prick?” said Eddy. Before the two of them could start fighting, Oscar cleared his throat.

“Say goodbye to Forde and Nolan first,” said Oscar, a relaxed yet enigmatic smile on his face. “It’s rude to leave the nest without properly thanking your parents first.”

“...They’re still having a chat...” said Makoto, gaze growing distant. The duffel bag slipped from his grasp as he was lost in thought. “They haven’t stopped talking since last night. I don’t know how Forde’s doing, or if he’s even gonna get any better.”

An uncomfortable silence spread over the room. Forde hadn’t been able to see any of them eye-to-eye since the previous night. They had won, and yet the look of pure despair on Forde’s face sapped any joy any of his offspring could have felt in that instance. Without a leader, they were stuck in that awkward point where none of them could figure out what to do or who they even were.

Children imitate their parents, thought Eddy, but are we supposed to imitate Forde when parts of us are already Forde? Oscar said we were like Forde and our hosts’ kids, but… why do I feel sick just being alive? Is that part of childhood as well?

There were no answers to that. The invaders, now much more docile and depressed, simply conversed on ideas of what they could do. Even what they considered themselves as was no longer accurate. Though Forde had won them their freedom, they were left in the uncomfortable position of defining what their freedom now was.

It was impossible to see the stars in town. To do so, Nolan would have to organize another trip, and he doubted Forde was in any state, physical or emotional, to do so. “Sun’s been up for a while,” he told Forde, who remained huddled in a cocoon of blankets. “You don’t want to get up? At the very least, stretch your legs?”

No response, as usual. Nolan sighed and peeled the curtains to allow the sunlight in. Forde wasn’t a morning person, from what Nolan could recall, but Forde had been catatonic for the past few hours. “I’m not leaving this room without you,” he said. He paused and focused on the memories he could access, he remembered a certain device tucked away Forde’s closet. It was a gift from Nolan from their childhood that Forde refused to throw away despite how much dust it had collected.

A gift from an unrequited love.

Nolan—the creature inside of Nolan—wondered what exactly the real Nolan would think of this. Would he be touched or disgusted? Did he appreciate like this new Nolan did? Or was this some kind of twisted victory for Forde?

Nolan shook his head. There would be time for such thoughts later. For now, Forde needed him.  He walked towards the center of the room and turned on the projector.

It wasn’t quite the planetarium, but it would do. The sky wasn’t the same as that night, but it was close enough. Just as these creatures weren’t quite their hosts, they would have to do. “We’re trying so hard to be human, to be normal,” Nolan muttered out loud, another habit from Forde, “doesn’t that give us value as well?” He stared up at the false stars spinning on the ceiling and wondered where had they come from? Or had they always been dwellers of the sea?

They were liars and fakes. Most people would think they had little value. Had Forde ordered them to, most of them would’ve swallowed the salt with little hesitation without any of the memories of personality of their original hosts fully absorbed. Now it was far too late. Forde had given them the gift of life—of awareness. Their lives were their own to decide. Wasn’t that in itself beautiful? Worthy of being alive?

Nolan wasn’t sure. In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly how much of himself was Nolan, Forde, and his very own self. Yet the feeling ballooning in his chest had so much weight and shined just as bright as any star that he refused to believe they had any less value.

Authentic or not, original or stolen, their lives were their own.

“Thank you, Forde,” said Nolan in a louder voice as he slipped under the sheets and embraced Forde’s still body. “What you did wasn’t a mistake. We’re alive because of you. And we get to see sights like these because of you.” His hands searched until he found Forde’s own. Their finger intertwined, without any resistance from Forde. “Let’s go camping again, just like that night. But, let’s make it our own. Not our parents, but our very own memory.” Tears had begun to spill onto the bed. Nolan wasn’t sure if they were his own or not. “Wouldn’t that be something, right?”

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…

…

“… I wanna see those stars again...” Forde squeezed Nolan’s hand back.

It was an awkward step forward, but it was a large leap for them all nonetheless.

Boys Locker Rooms be like

“Hey, what the hell’s this?”

The men gathered around the odd, squirming slime near a corner of the locker room. Nothing connected the men together other than the odd satisfaction they got from leering at the phenomenon before them. There was a distinct excitement and confusion in the room as they gathered around.

“Someone gonna touch it?”

“Hell no. Thing looks like it’d give me cancer or super AIDS if I did,” argued one of them while his buddy next to him chuckled.

“Well, someone’s gotta do something about it. Aw, fuck it, lemme go get the staff and OOMPH!” Before the man could even move, a tendril of the green slime shot into his open mouth to the shock of the other men. Slime traveled down the man’s throat as his body shook and convulsed.

As multiple screams filled the locker room, the slime continued to invade the man through whatever orifice was available. For some, it was their anus being invaded. Their legs buckled and they collapsed onto the locker room floor as a bloby sensation filled a tight, sacred place for them. Despite their resistance, a few even grew hard and leaked pre-cum at the penetrating sensation tickling their prostates. One man even ejaculated as the slime infested each and every one of his cells.

For others, it was their dickholes that the slime invaded them through. The held their junk in a vain effort to protect themselves, but were unable to struggle much. They fell back onto the ground, hips moving on their own as they were abused by the strange invader in such a painful, pleasurable way.

In every man’s head was the question, “Why?” until their only thoughts were, “Give me more!”

Once the last of the slime entered their bodies with a whip-like slosh, the men convulsed as their nervous systems were invaded. Legs trembled as sensual grunts filled the locker-room air. As the last of their consciousness cried out in a ecstasy-fueled moan, the men smiled and spread out on the floor. Their limbs relaxed as they were no longer under their control. Nerves fired away as a barrage of blissful pleasure welcomed them to oblivion.

A few minutes later, the men rose from the floor and continued changing as though nothing happened. However, there was a link between them. Their minds were no longer their own as the slimy substance sloshed around in their skulls, engulfing their brains in the green goo.

A glint appeared in their eyes as a another man, fresh from a workout and covered in a coat of sweat, walked in. He gave a few curt nods to the men he recognized nice, and they mirrored the action. Though the slime puppeting the men wasn’t sure exactly what or why it was doing these things, it simply was right. There was nothing but instinct guiding it. To spread, to breed, to grow was its sole directive.

“Hey, what the fuck, man!” He shouted as two bodies drew the shower curtain back.

“Get the fuck out, I’m--ORRRGH!” The suds-covered man was unable to fight back as one man tackled him to the ground while another kissed him. A torrent of green goo slithered up one’s throat and down to the other.

Meanwhile, the slime continued to spread. Its hosts shivered with glee as it discovered just how effective the city’s pipes were in its conquest.

“Hey, what’s this fucking--ARGH!”

“Don’t get much time to relax in the bath. Can finally--woah! H-Hey, something’s crawling up my, W-WOAH, AAAHHH!”