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After an exhilarating afternoon, Jake lay next to a passed out Tucker in his bed. In those fleeting hours Jake's never felt anything like this--it was as if all his dreams came true overnight. His mind drifted in and out of reverie. He was thoroughly relieved that his mother had errands to run all day, however.

I wonder now, if you're more aware of yourself...and of me. A familiar voice emanated, almost from everywhere. Jake bolted upright and jumped out of the bed, only to behold an even weirder sight than anything in the past 24 hours--he stood over bed looking over the exhausted Tucker, who was spooning with...himself. A pure out of body experience, yet Jake paid it little mind.

"I know someone's here." Jake said, with more confidence than he thought he could muster.

Quite the perceptive host you are. Not like that bumbling moron Eric. It was as if Jake's brain was electrocuted; suddenly memories of the day before replayed in vivid detail--walking home from school, Eric following him, Eric tackling him, the 4 inch worm...and Eric collapsing into a pile of dust.

"You...you're the worm that possessed Eric!? Does that mean...you're possessing me?! AM I GOING TO WITHER INTO A PILE OF DUST?" Jake's mind was racing, and he couldn't help but feel more helpless; and considering that this was all happening conceivably in his head, it brought the despair to a new low.

No my boy...Eric and I just didn't get along. I suppose I owe you an explanation...

Jake's phantom self knelt down in fetal position, feeling faint from the realization that something unnatural was in his body--something that killed Eric, and then to make matters worse--

"TUCKER!" Jake screamed. "My best friend! You infested him with one of those--one of you!" Jake began to sob.

No my poor boy, WE did. It was nothing you didn't want. And by the look of his eager face before his infestation, he didn't seem to mind either.

Jake looked up and around, trying to find a source of the voice bleeding from the walls, but no luck. The voice pulled a thread he didn't want to face yet. Part of him, deep down, was happy he turned Tucker to see his side of things. It was conceivably the best day of his life until this point. It was the same part of him that somehow knew to seduce him with his armpits, get their navels close...

"What are you?" Jake asked calmly.

A being from a lost age. The details aren't important. Your kind might label me a parasite, but I prefer to be considered a 'partner' of sorts with my hosts. You see, Eric resisted all my attempts to see the beauty in the male body, and my need to bring more into my way of thinking. He begged and pleaded and resisted my every urge to infest and populate, and alas, it literally killed him. I had to find a host that shared my ideals. I had to find...you.

Jake sat motionless, silent.

Imagine my surprise when I could feel the red, hot desires you had, echoing into my mind. You sought men, and you lusted after your closest friend. I knew that with my help, you'd understand. That's why I haven't controlled you once since I've entered.

"Bullshit!" Jake exclaimed. "How was I supposed to magically figure out that I have super armpits and the power to 'infest' people?!" He insisted.

Hah, maybe I didn't control you, but I made the options available to you, albeit subconsciously. And you forget, I have expanded into your very being. We are one, for better or for worse. And I think for the better personally, since you seem to revel in the fact that Tucker is your permanent slave, and that any man of your choosing can be your slave as well. All you have to do is lift those beautiful arms of yours and let the pits do the rest. The aroma lures them in, the sweat on their tongues turns them toward men, and my children take them into the fold--permanently. Take my advice, and take advantage of this power, Jake.

Jake stood up and looked down at the blissful tangled mess of him and Tucker in bed. "I'm not sure---

Jake opened his eyes, 2 inches from Tucker's face. Tucker opened his eyes as well, and gave Jake a smile and approached for a kiss.

"I live to serve you master." Tucker said, as Jake looked in his eyes. He quickly fed on his new slave's pits, to great satisfaction.

"Sounds good to me, Tucker." Jake said, resolutely. He looked at Tucker's new and improved body. Those insatiable pits...

"Let's meet with the football team on Monday," Jake said calmly, "I think I want them to see a new perspective on things."

to be continued.....

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After an exhilarating afternoon, Jake lay next to a passed out Tucker in his bed. In those fleeting hours Jake's never felt anything like this--it was as if all his dreams came true overnight. His mind drifted in and out of reverie. He was thoroughly relieved that his mother had errands to run all day, however.

I wonder now, if you're more aware of yourself...and of me. A familiar voice emanated, almost from everywhere. Jake bolted upright and jumped out of the bed, only to behold an even weirder sight than anything in the past 24 hours--he stood over bed looking over the exhausted Tucker, who was spooning with...himself. A pure out of body experience, yet Jake paid it little mind.

"I know someone's here." Jake said, with more confidence than he thought he could muster.

Quite the perceptive host you are. Not like that bumbling moron Eric. It was as if Jake's brain was electrocuted; suddenly memories of the day before replayed in vivid detail--walking home from school, Eric following him, Eric tackling him, the 4 inch worm...and Eric collapsing into a pile of dust.

"You...you're the worm that possessed Eric!? Does that mean...you're possessing me?! AM I GOING TO WITHER INTO A PILE OF DUST?" Jake's mind was racing, and he couldn't help but feel more helpless; and considering that this was all happening conceivably in his head, it brought the despair to a new low.

No my boy...Eric and I just didn't get along. I suppose I owe you an explanation...

Jake's phantom self knelt down in fetal position, feeling faint from the realization that something unnatural was in his body--something that killed Eric, and then to make matters worse--

"TUCKER!" Jake screamed. "My best friend! You infested him with one of those--one of you!" Jake began to sob.

No my poor boy, WE did. It was nothing you didn't want. And by the look of his eager face before his infestation, he didn't seem to mind either.

Jake looked up and around, trying to find a source of the voice bleeding from the walls, but no luck. The voice pulled a thread he didn't want to face yet. Part of him, deep down, was happy he turned Tucker to see his side of things. It was conceivably the best day of his life until this point. It was the same part of him that somehow knew to seduce him with his armpits, get their navels close...

"What are you?" Jake asked calmly.

A being from a lost age. The details aren't important. Your kind might label me a parasite, but I prefer to be considered a 'partner' of sorts with my hosts. You see, Eric resisted all my attempts to see the beauty in the male body, and my need to bring more into my way of thinking. He begged and pleaded and resisted my every urge to infest and populate, and alas, it literally killed him. I had to find a host that shared my ideals. I had to find...you.

Jake sat motionless, silent.

Imagine my surprise when I could feel the red, hot desires you had, echoing into my mind. You sought men, and you lusted after your closest friend. I knew that with my help, you'd understand. That's why I haven't controlled you once since I've entered.

"Bullshit!" Jake exclaimed. "How was I supposed to magically figure out that I have super armpits and the power to 'infest' people?!" He insisted.

Hah, maybe I didn't control you, but I made the options available to you, albeit subconsciously. And you forget, I have expanded into your very being. We are one, for better or for worse. And I think for the better personally, since you seem to revel in the fact that Tucker is your permanent slave, and that any man of your choosing can be your slave as well. All you have to do is lift those beautiful arms of yours and let the pits do the rest. The aroma lures them in, the sweat on their tongues turns them toward men, and my children take them into the fold--permanently. Take my advice, and take advantage of this power, Jake.

Jake stood up and looked down at the blissful tangled mess of him and Tucker in bed. "I'm not sure---

Jake opened his eyes, 2 inches from Tucker's face. Tucker opened his eyes as well, and gave Jake a smile and approached for a kiss.

"I live to serve you master." Tucker said, as Jake looked in his eyes. He quickly fed on his new slave's pits, to great satisfaction.

"Sounds good to me, Tucker." Jake said, resolutely. He looked at Tucker's new and improved body. Those insatiable pits...

"Let's meet with the football team on Monday," Jake said calmly, "I think I want them to see a new perspective on things."

to be continued.....