3.
Yumi sighed, sitting alone in the kitchen of the fraternity house. It was the least populated area, folks only coming and going for another beer or a handful of chips and pretzels.
If nothing else, Yumi was very good at avoiding being noticed.
Her first plan to leave the party fell through nearly immediately-
Simply take Sasha’s car and go. Her phone had her red headed friend’s address in it, she had the keys, easy.
Peering out the window though a group of Frat Bros hovered by the vehicles.
Yumi had hoped they weren’t plotting anything too nefarious, but this was quickly proven wrong as a couple of girls attempted to leave, only to be bunched up by the boys.
Yumi didn’t see quite what happened in that 3 or 4 minute huddle, but when they finally started to disperse the girls were sitting in the dirt, drooling and helping each other strip.
She considered calling an Uber and maybe sneaking off down the street, but she had gotten lucky with a driver not making her into his girlfriend for the weekend once…
She didn’t really like her odds for that to happen a second time.
“Oh. You’re Sasha’s pen pal, right? Do people still say pen pal?”
Yumi sat up straight, shocked at being acknowledged.
She observed the woman in front of her;
A chubby brunette, dressed pretty blandly. Her simple clothes didn’t hide her obvious assets though; huge, natural tits with perky nipples poking through her university tee, a chunky ass that her sweats seemed to droop down on.
“I uhm. Mmhmm. I’m Yumi. Sasha is-”
The lady held up her hand. “I know. I just saw her in the living room getting DP’ed while Em sat on her face. I’m Gwen.” She offered her hand.
Yumi stared at it.
“Oh! Yeah I suppose that’s fair.” Gwen tucked her hair behind her ears real quick, showing off her clean canals for Yumi.
Yumi laughed nervously. “Sorry, I’m just trying to avoid getting Werm’ed my first night in America.”
Gwen took a seat next to her, nodding. “Oh, totally understandable. Honestly it’s not that hard if you pay attention. I’ve actually never been Werm’ed.”
Now THIS got Yumi’s attention. “Really?? How’d you manage that?”
Gwen took some sips of her beer and just shrugged with a smile. “Well my family’s kinda well off, so I never like. Did any of the usual jobs that’d get ya all Bugged Out. By the time I came out here and was on my own I already heard about all the little ways folks get Werm’ed on accident or tricks folks use… Where the real sketchy parts of town are, so on.”
“Is that normal though? At this point I figure you’d all been… Playing Host at some point by your mid 20’s.”
This caused Gwen to raise an eyebrow as she seemed lost in thought, staring at Yumi.
“Oh that’s right! Sash said you were uh. Researching, right?”
Yumi smiled, nodding. “I am, yes.”
“I actually did some of my Junior year stuff on Werm Studies here. Lemme see if I still have it…”
Gwen tugged her phone out of her sweats, tapping and scrolling for a minute.
“Riiiight here… yeah okay.”
She then handed the phone to Yumi, providing some narration for the video.
It showed a dark room, though a lamp on a nearby desk made everything visible enough.
A Latina girl was passed out on a couch.
“That’s my roomie Rose.”
Into frame crept a hand holding the pink, wriggling creature. Yumi watched as Gwen dangled it over Rose’s sleeping body, the Werm alert to the nearby orifice it was being offered.
Then Gwen dropped it.
The parasite landed dead center, barely even needing to do it’s usual maneuvering. Rose’s eyes fluttered as her mouth moved. Confusion? Protest? The sound was off so Yumi couldn’t be sure.
Rose’s body tensed up, then relaxed again as she returned to sleep.
Gwen swiped to the next video. “And this is like… 4 hours later.” She told Yumi.
The video showed the same room, only now Gwen’s camera light was on. Rose was still asleep but the camera was focused on her lower half. Her smooth, dark legs parted slightly. Her panties were wet. Incredibly so. Yumi wasn’t sure what to make of this at first, but then saw movement.
Here eyes went wide as she saw smaller Werms push out of Rose’s panties, slithering away. Two… three… four of them by the time the video ended.
“Oh my God. They breed in us?”
Gwen nodded. “Only when we’re asleep though. Most folks just wake up with wet bed sheets and don’t even know.”
This certainly explained a few things, Yumi thought to herself.
“Is this like. Public knowledge?”
Gwen gave a so-so hand gesture. “It’s a pretty under researched area. The first documented study was in the 90’s and these things have been here for like 60 years. Honestly they’re just understudied in general. After all the big shots in the 60’s said they weren’t harmful that was basically it.”
The two girls sat and discussed the Werms a bit longer, occasionally segwaying into their various other studies and hobbies.
Eventually the chorus of moans became too loud to ignore. “Maybe we should go to your place? If you have a way to sneak out of here.” Yumi suggested.
Gwen smiled. “Oh sure. I parked away from the front where the vultures like to camp out. Lemme go get my car and I’ll pull up the back here?”
She motioned to the door in the kitchen, leading out to the backyard.
“Sounds like a plan!” Yumi said as Gwen made her way out.
“Keep your ears clean!” She shouted to her new friend as she took off.
Yumi could sit and wait, but curiosity got the better of her.
She crept into the hallway, observing what had led to all the new moaning.
Standing in the center of the living room was Emily, the goth had Werm’ed Sasha, now nude and with a strap-on.
On the floor and draped over the couches and loveseat were folks in various stages of Fucking.
Werms writhed and crawled all over the floor.
A few folks stood round the sight, cheering as Emily was currently holding a man’s head, his body shivering.
“Chug Chug Chug Chug Chug!” The crowd chanted as the guy weakly gave a thumbs up, eyes fluttering.
Emily let go of his head as he turned and looked around. “Was that it? When does it like. Kick in?”
“Strip.” Emily said flatly.
“Oh totally. Yes Master.” The guy replied enthusiastically as the crowd Whooped.
“Let’s hear it for Em! I think that’s a new record for most folks Werm’ed by a single gal at an Alpha Sigma party!”
Emily held up her arms as everyone applauded.
“Wait… Shouldn’t that record really be held by us?” One of the bros piped up.
There were some murmurs from the crowd.
Suddenly a pair grabbed Emily’s arms and held them behind her back. “The fuck-”
Another man picked up a Werm from the floor and made his way over to her.
“Oh for fucks sakes, really? Are you pencil dicked jocks *that* insecure?” Emily decried.
Slowly the chant of Chug began to come back again.
Emily elbowed the boys holding her back, breaking free before flipping off the one coming at her.
“Here, dipshits. Because I know you’d just fuck it up somehow.” Emily reached down, picking up a Werm. Tilting her head back, she dragged the creature around her ear, cooing at the wet sensation… Before finally letting go.
“Ah… Mmph… come on you slimy bastard, get in there…”
She groaned. Her eyes twitched. “The record is still mine, assholes. Nnng… and one of you fuckers better make sure I get home tonight, I’ve go-got work in…fu…fuck yes… right there baby…just…”
Emily’s eyes glazed over. She licked her lips.
“Mm… Which one of you studs wanna spit roast my bitchy ass?”
The boys decided on her almost immediately.
Yumi wasn’t even aware her cock popping out of her panties, tenting her skirt.
She only snapped back to reality at all when a car horn went off.
In a bit of a daze she made her way to the backyard.
Gwen sat in the Driver’s seat as Yumi came in. “Ears please.”
Yumi nodded, offering clear views of her canals before they drove off.
“If your so worried about getting Werm’ed, why do you come to parties like this?” Yumi quizzed.
“Well I’m not like. Worried about it. If it happens, it happens. Doesn’t mean I gotta make it easy for them, ya know? That and these parties are hot! Don’t ya think so too?” Gwen nodded to Yumi’s erection with a sly smile.
Yumi blushed. “They are. Seeing my friend happily eat out her rival thanks to the parasites… Watching a handsome man become a sex toy for some freshman…”
The drive back was largely normal; small talk and comfort, something Yumi appreciated after the party.
She was sure she’d hear back from Sasha in the next few days and could crash here for now, something Gwen was comfortable with.
“Rose is outta town so we got couch space for you.”
“That’s reassuring. I’m sure she thought sleeping on the couch was safe too, huh?”
Gwen flashed red a bit. “That was all kinda a misunderstanding. The gal who volunteered for it flaked on me at the last minute and I had to get the footage soon.”
Yumi was pretty satisfied with that answer.
Gwen was a bit of a perv, but she didn’t strike her as… Forward. But that’s how they’d want to seem, isn’t it?
The apartment was cozy; decent size for two.
Yumi sighed as she stood in the living room, stretching out her legs.
“I’ll probably go ahead and crash if that’s-Yumi!” Gwen started before her voice dropped into a low whisper.
The Asian froze, unsure what was happening as The brunette pointed down.
On Yumi’s shoe was a pink parasite.
She stared. It didn’t move.
It must have been from the party, she deduced. They were all crawling around so freely.
Reaching down slowly, she steadied herself…
And napped it!
Both her and Gwen sighed as the Werm lazily twisted around.
“Close call, girl. Just think if we hadn’t noticed.” Gwen offered. “I can stick it in the fridge. Cold keeps them pretty docile.”
Paranoia crept back up in Yumi’s mind.
She thought about Rose shuddering in her sleep, oblivious to her roommate.
She thought about how casually her best friend quickly became and eager slave.
Snapping back to the moment, Yumi was shocked how her body seemed to be on autopilot;
She had Gwen pinned to the wall, her hand cupping the chubby woman’s ear as the Werm writhed on the offered flesh and in Yumi’s palm while her free hand covered her friend’s mouth.
Panic struck her as she backed away. “Oh god Gwen I’m so sorry… I just…”
Gwen’s eyes watered a bit as she inhaled, the tiny tiny tendrils twisting as the parasite pushed in. “It’s ok… just pull it out real quick…”
Yumi walked over as Gwen showed her ear to her.
She could do it. The Werm wasn’t all the way in.
But seeing Gwen’s eyes, the look of betrayal… She knew their relationship had shifted.
It wasn’t something that could be undone.
Resigned, she pressed her thumb into Gwen’s ear, pushing the bulk of the Werm on in.
“Did you get it? I can’t… oh… oh fuck… Yumi it’s… did you…”
Gwen fell onto her knees, body tensing up. She drooled as Yumi recognized this as Resistance.
“Give up, Gwen. You’re mine now. I’m sorry but… You would have done the same to me.”
Gwen was panting. “N-no… I can… just not…oooooh… it’s… so warm. Yumi it… Yumi… m-m-mistress…”
She sat up, a look of contentment on her face.
Yumi decided to take advantage of her friend’s newly docile state. “How were you gonna Werm me?”
“I wasn’t. You’re my friend. Why would I need to Werm you?” Gwen replied frankly.
Yumi felt a twinge of guilt. “Sorry.”
Gwen simply shrugged. “It’s no problem. It honestly feels really great, having it slither round. I’m the Bimbo for not trying to make *you* into my slave, really!”
Both shared a giggle at that. Yumi was pleased that her friend wasn’t just a mindless toy… But felt compelled to test her.
“I’d like a drink.”
Gwen stood up. “Of course, Mistress. I’ve got some Pepsi, Water… I can run to the store if you want something else?”
“Water is fine, thank you.”
Gwen obeyed, going to the kitchen and returning with a glass of water that Yumi enjoyed.
She decided to go ahead and just… Indulge.
“How do you feel about anal?”
Gwen shook her head. “Not really for me. That’s an exit, not an entrance, ya know?”
Yumi stared into Gwen’s hazel eyes. “Of course… But you want me to fuck your fat white ass, don’t you?”
Gwen’s eyes went wide, as if someone had just told her all her Christmases were coming at once.
“Oh Mistress… Nothing would make me happier than giving you my butt cherry! Should we.. Now?”
Yumi nodded.
Gwen began peeling out of her clothes as Yumi did the same.
“Bend over and spread your cheeks. And tell me how happy you are that I put a parasite in you to make you my slut.” Yumi instructed meekly, being ‘in charge’ clearly a new thing for her.
Gwen did as instructed; face down, ass up, hands reaching back and exposing her tight, dark pucker and hairy cunt.
“I love giving Yumi my cherries… my ear cherry… Now my butt cherry… they’re all for Mistress…”
Yumi watched and listened, one hand messaging her own breast while the other stroked her girl-cock.
She could get used to this, she thought.
Daylight was creeping in from the window.
Gwen’s ass slammed against Yumi’s pelvis as the petite Asian rammed home repeatedly, Jackhammering the brunette’s virgin asshole while Yumi’s balls smacked into her Pussy.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been fucking her friend-now-slave, but she Yumi knew she left a few orgasms in Gwen’s guts already.
She fell onto her ass, her cock pulling free of the woman’s now gaped hole with a wet POP.
“Come clean me off…I gotta test something…” Yumi instructed.
Legs wobbling, Gwen obliged, suckling on her Mistress’s sex as she spoke to her.
“We know the Werms have lingering effects. Most of you seem only interested in the instant gratification part. Do you think that someone could be given instructs that remain even after being de-Werm’ed?”
Gwen stopped her sucking, communicating her opinion while giving Yumi’s balls the occasional lick. “I think so. The brain is pretty vulnerable in this state. That and folks are clearly made more receptive to the Werms with more exposure, so clearly there’s evidence of reprogramming going on beyond just when they’re in our skulls.”
Yumi considered this.
“Alright, quit sucking slut.”
Gwen did as she was told, looking up to Yumi.
Yumi stared down at her pet and began to speak.
“You love being Werm’ed. It’s your favorite feeling in the whole world… along with getting your ass filled. You don’t even let anyone use your pussy anymore. You’re an Anal Only girl. Repeat that. Out loud. In your mind. Over and over again. After I’m done in the shower I’ll de-Werm you.”
Gwen spoke the words as Yumi headed to rinse off…
And was still doing it 20 minutes later when she returned. Sneaking up behind her, Yumi began to carefully coax the Werm from her friend’s head.
All told the process took about three minutes or so, before finally the Werm popped free.
Yumi dumped it in the freezer and plopped on the couch.
“Have fun last night?” She asked Gwen.
Gwen yawned, nodding. “Course. I got Werm’ed and had my ass pounded, what’s not to love?”
Yumi stayed on guard. “No hard feelings about me dropping a parasite in ya?”
Gwen stared vacantly for a moment. Her eye twitched as she rubbed her head. “Nah, not really. You surprised me,sure, but honestly getting Werm’ed is a big fetish for me.”
“Oh yeah?”
Gwen nodded. “Oh yeah! Didn’t I tell you that last night? I thought that’s how ya know to pop one up in me!”
They both giggled, Yumi satisfied with her experimenting.
4.
“Yumi? You there?”
Sasha stood outside Gwen’s apartment. She had received a text from Yumi and came right over…
After showering the 2 day old cum and sweat off her body.
It was now Monday and the Fraternity party and burned well into the whole weekend before the Werm in the redhead’s skull got loose or was pulled out.
She felt bad for leaving Yumi alone for so long, but breathed a sigh of relief to hear that she had gotten in touch with Gwen.
The chubby Brunette was one of the few folks at college Sasha knew Yumi would be reasonably safe with.
The door cracked open a sliver. “Oh!”
Chains rustled as Yumi opened the door. The slender Asian was sweaty, wearing a fuzzy bathrobe too big for her. “Sorry Sash, I thought you were the pizza guy. C’mon.” She motioned for her friend to enter.
As the buxom ginger started to apologize she was immediately struck with the heavy, warm smell.
Not a stink, but… No, she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Familiar, certainly. Like walking into a room your friends had just been fucking in and the scent of lust still hung heavy in the air.
Yumi let her robe hang open, and Sasha didn’t mind catching sneaking glances at her friend’s body… Small, perky breasts, that lovely tan skin glistening with sweat…
Sasha had to re-focus her attention.
She noticed that the lights had been dimmed… Only bright enough to maneuver around without tripping and such.
“I didn’t know Gwen had a dimmer. ”
“She doesn’t. I had her get different bulbs. They like to sleep where it’s warm but they prefer to move around in the dark.” Yumi explained.
“…What, the Werms? Are there Werms here?”
Yumi smiled and nodded. “Come check this out!”
The foreigner led her friend to the bedroom. Sasha expected to see Gwen and let out a quiet gasp to see a stranger laying there;
A thin ebony woman, naked from the waste down, asleep. Sasha could tell from her shirt and the hat on the nightstand the woman was a delivery gal.
“…I think I have a class with her…” Sasha muttered.
“Probably. But look.” Yumi pointed between the stranger’s legs.
Sasha squatted down, observing as best she could in the low light.
The woman’s toes curled, and she let out a moan, though didn’t wake up.
Slipping out of her folds, the redhead gasped as pink Werm pushed free, slithering slowly on the bed.
Then another.
“Oh my God, Yumi!” Sasha spoke in a hushed tone.
“Neat, right? Between her and Gwen I think we’ve had two dozen births over the weekend. That I can keep track off, anyway.”
“You Werm’ed Gwen too?!”
“Well the first night. And for a little the next day. Then I needed to see if a different host would produce different results. Gwen produced more Werms but this subject gives birth a lot quicker, though with smaller litters… I’m curious to see if men who are infected also give birth, hence the new pizza guy I got coming. As near as I can tell the Werms don’t actually use the women’s reproductive system at all, so it should be possible-”
Sasha grabbed Yumi by the shoulders, giving her a light shake.
“Yumi, what the fuck are you doing?”
Yumi just blinked, staring at her friend. “Experimenting. That’s why I came here.”
“Research is why you came here!”
Yumi tugged herself from Sahsa’s grip, leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. The redhead followed, hoping to talk some sense to her friend.
Having fun little one night flings with the parasites was one thing, but Sasha had never seen anything as clinical as this. It weirded her out…
And was only made worse by the kitchen set-up.
A few empty pizza boxes sat on the sink. The table was cluttered with jars of Werms, chemicals, notepads and a laptop with equations on it.
“What is all this?”
“I told you. Experimenting. See, these little guys are actually more like Larva than worms. They can live on Earth, but the atmosphere here doesn’t actually allow them to transform to their next phase.”
Sasha looked over Yumi’s work; it was all Greek to her for the most part, but it seemed pretty thorough.
“So what’s the next phase then?”
Yumi sat in her chair, her eyes passing over her jar of critters.
“I’ve some… Promising Theories.”
Both women were snapped back to reality when they heard the door open.
“I’m home! Hope you didn’t begin any life altering experiments without m- Oh Hey! Nice to see you Sash!”
Gwen came in, sitting some grocery bags on the floor.
Sasha smiled at her friend. “Hey… Heard you two geeks have been uh… Busy.”
The brunette nodded, and began stripping out of her clothes to Sasha’s shock. “Oh totally. Mistress Yumi and I have been working on these suckers day and night… In-between keeping my ass leaking with cum, of course.”
Gwen so the look of confusion on the ginger’s face. She turned to Yumi. “Oh, so you didn’t Werm her?”
Yumi shook her head. “Didn’t really see much of a need to.”
“Gwen, you’re still Werm’ed?!” Sasha exclaimed.
Gwen rolled her eyes, showing off her ears. Clean.
“Mistress Yumi doesn’t need to Werm me. She’s so smart, she figured out that our brains are actually pretty susceptible to significant alteration while under the influence.”
Sasha glared at Yumi.
“‘Mistress’ Yumi? Really?”
This caused the Asian to blush a bit. “Corny, but hey. It’s fun.”
“This is like. Way over the line, right? You know that? Like you’ve… ruined her.”
Yumi seemed to take offense to this. “Gwen, did I ruin you?”
Gwen shrugged. “Hey, I was pretty into the experiments. I was the one who came up with Mistress, too! Course I can’t say 100% if that’s not all the reprogramming telling me I’m into it… But I did just have a pretty normal conversation with Pete and Molly at the store. They say hi by the way, Sash.”
Sasha’s head was swimming. She didn’t know what to think.
Yumi saw her friend’s distress.
“It’s really not a big deal. Honestly we’re insanely biologically convenient for them. Like we were born to be their hosts… And hey, it’s not like we don’t get anything out of it. Parasites is such a wrong view of it. It’s very symbi-”
“Stop, Yumi. I’m… I’m not mad, I don’t… You can do what you like, but I don’t really want any part of it.”
Yumi’s eyes flickered over to Gwen. Gwen nodded behind Sasha.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Yumi started. “But you’re my friend, Sasha. And what I’m doing here… It’s wild. It’s wild to think so much of human history is about to change, and it’s starting in this little apartment’s kitchen. I know new things are scary, and that’s why I’m going to be a good friend for you. I just… I don’t want you to miss out on this. I know you’ll understand… Like. Literally. I *know*. But I had hoped you’d be more into it. It’ll be okay though. You’ll make it up to me later.”
Yumi made her speech sincerely and smiled at Sasha, who’s eyes watered and fluttered rapidly in her skull.
Gwen had grabbed her early during Yumi’s explanation, planting a Werm into Sasha’s ear.
This was, Yumi realized, her favorite part. Watching the various stages the host’s faces would go through.
Shock. Discomfort. Resistance. The first flood of pheromones. Sometimes more resistance. And finally…
Gwen felt Sasha’s body limp, and released her.
The redhead now had a glazed, pleased look in her eyes.
Yumi cupped her friend’s chin and held her gaze.
“Now, repeat what I say. Out loud. In your mind. In your heart. ‘Yumi is my best friend. I want to share everything with her. And I love the Werms. I love breeding them. I love getting fucked while Werm’ed.’ You know that’s all true, and the Werm is just there to help you accept it. Me and Gwen need to do some experiments, but you just go lay down and tell yourself the Truth.”
Sasha nodded, grinning and mumbling her command as she went and crashed on the couch while Yumi and Gwen got to work.
A few hours passed and Sasha was properly acclimated to Yumi’s new experimentations, which pleased the Asian, as well as producing a considerable sized litter of parasites as she slept.
Yumi then had the redhead Werm Gwen so that she could contribute some more for their little project.
She was also pleased to discover that her hypothesis about men being breedable proved true once the pizza boy showed up.
Being sandwiched between a naked Yumi and Sasha eroded any resistance he would have offered as ginger slipped the parasite into his waiting canal.
Then it was just a matter of some “suggestions” by Yumi and he was fast asleep.
He snored and moaned, tensing up as his cock throbbed and oozed out Werms.
“Huh. Kinda expected it would have been out the butt.” Sasha quipped as she watched.
Yumi held her camera at the spectacle, recording. “I figured it’d be the sex organs again. But these are a lot thinner than the vaginal ones. Our friends are very versatile, Sasha. They adapt to their environment…”
By midnight, everyone but Yumi was asleep. While she didn’t need to keep her subjects Werm’ed anymore, they all knew to slide one of their slippery friends in before they slumbered.
It was now for the first time since her trip began that she felt the tinge of loneliness.
Sitting at the kitchen table, she lay her head down with a sigh.
She had been staring at chemical equations, the results of their exposure to Werm physiology… She knew she was close, but something was just outside her grasp.
She watched the Werms in her jar squirm and throb, her mind drifting.
Closing her eyes, Yumi dreamed.
*Fields of orange grass beneath a shimmering sky, sleek with unknown stars glinting.
A green hand caresses the ground, the pink snakes slithering freely.
The being is so much like her. Curious, watching. It’s kind play host, but are not true host.
They slit their palm against a rock. Red creeps out, like hers.
It grabs the snake with their bloodied hand. The snake is docile, changing colors.
This is consent.
The being communes with the snake and begins the new era.
The being chooses. All Accept. All are Made to*
Yumi sat up, panting. Looking down, she saw her stomach, thighs, and the underside of the table were all slick with her cum, her penis softly throbbing.
She patted at her ears, but no sign of any visitors.
It was still night out as she caught her breath.
Never had a dream like that, Yumi thought to herself as her gaze fell to the jar.
Instantly she snapped into focus. Usually, they were a constantly moving, twitching hive.
But now they were still, save for pulsing… Pulsing in rhythm.
Had they just… Communicated with her somehow?
Already so much of the dream was fading.
But something stuck.
Consent. Meaningful engagement.
Had she been wrong to treat these things like dumb animals?
They exacted so little of their own will over the host she had assumed so.
But maybe…
Acting on the need for knowledge that had driven her this far, Yumi went to the kitchen drawer, pulling out a knife.
Biting her lip, she drew it quickly over her hand with a sharp hiss.
Then she was back to her jar, the blood dripping softly on the table, over her notes.
What the hell am I doing?
What does this even mean?
Her mind was racing, heart pounding in her chest.
Her unwounded hand opened the jar, and pulled a Werm out, lying it on her papers.
It didn’t squirm. It didn’t try to crawl away.
It simply waited.
Yumi slowly held her bleeding hand over it.
Drip.
Drip.
The red dabbled onto the pink parasite, the blood seemingly absorbed into the membrane.
“I consent.” Yumi whispered in the dark of night in this sleepy apartment.
The Werm pulsed. Slowly it’s color changed from pink to purple, growing ridges over its form.
Yumi knew what she had to do next.
Picking up the Werm, she brought it up to her ear.
“Oh god…”
She closed her eyes and released her grip.
Blackness.
Sasha woke up with a yawn the next day.
“Ugh. Good think you invested in a big ass bed, Gwen.”
She sat up, wedged between the two delivery people and with Gwen laying at the foot of the bed sideways.
Carefully she began pulling everyone’s Werms out, as was the duty of whoever woke up first.
Yumi or one of them would tug hers out later… Not that she really minded, of course.
She loved the Werms.
The redhead then made her way to the living room, eager for some coffee and perhaps riding her best friend’s face if she was feeling up to it.
Sasha’s time being shocked in this apartment wasn’t quite done however.
Standing in the living room was…
Something. Her brain told her it was Yumi, but…
“Nng… what’s…” Sasha was dizzy, nearly collapsing before she was helped to the couch.
“I know. You recognize me. I’m glad to see you too.”
Sasha tried to steady herself but her brain was just…
“What’s… happening?”
The being in front of her was shaped like Yumi.
But finally Sasha noticed the difference.
Her eyes. Where once dark brown reflections were now deep pools of purple.
“Hello Sasha. Yumi consented to us. Understood her purpose. Joined us of her own violation.”
She giggled. “And it feels great, Sash. Can’t wait to have you with us too.”
The redhead was drooling. “I’m… what…”
Yumi stroked Sasha’s cheek. “I didn’t understand at first. I thought it was environmental factors that kept them at their larval stage. But they’re so wise, friend. They simply wait until we discover the truth for ourselves. *We’re* their final form. But one must consent. And now that I have… We can all evolve.”
Sasha whimpered, strange new pleasures flowing through her, her pussy dampening the cushion beneath her.
“Right now we’re inside you, fusing with your brain. Still you, still lovely, flirty Sasha… But now a part of Us. Forever.” Yumi cooed.
“Y-y-umi… My brain is… Melting…Fuck it’s…Mmm…”
Sasha’s eyes rolled in the back of her head… And began to glow purple.
“Mm…I love this body so much. And yours is great too!” Sasha grinned, eyeing up Yumi.
Yumi giggled. “I know! And it’s the chosen one’s body too! How lucky am I?”
Gwen emerged from the bedroom. “Mistress, all the Werms are acting funny-”
Before the plump brunette could finish her thought, Yumi seductively took hold of some of Gwen’s curly brown locks, giving it a soft tug as she kissed on her neck.
“O-Oh! Mistress~” Gwen purred, her hand instinctively reaching out and starting to stroke Yumi’s member.
Yumi’s lips reached Gwen’s, sealing it with a kiss.
Sasha watched with a knowing from as the two moaned…
Then Gwen stiffened up, eyes going wide.
Yumi pulled back with a moan, a purple tendril flailing around as it surged its way into her friend’s mouth, quickly disappearing.
Coughing, Gwen cleared her throat and stared in awe at Yumi. “Did you finally figure out what we were missing, Mistress? Are they evolvi-Ughfuckfuck it’s…oh..Oh…”
Gwen’s eyes glowed.
“Third, huh? Not bad at all.” Gwen smiled. “We outta convert the others before they wake up.”
Sasha nodded, joining Gwen as Yumi got dressed.
There was no need to verbalize much, beyond the simple pleasure of using vocal chords.
All their thoughts intermingled now, a swirling chorus of knowledge.
And already a plan was formed.
Gwen and Sasha would return to school, a rich pool of hosts to claim.
The delivery pair will go back to work. Their job provided easy access to multiple hosts… And even more once they converted all of their fellow workers.
And for Yumi?
Heading out the door, she smiled, texting for her Uber.
The driver was a pleasant young man, trying to hide his obvious interest in Yumi but his aside glances betrayed his desire.
“The airport, huh? Picking someone up or-”
“I’m leaving, actually. My vacation is all used up.”
The driver clicked his tongue. “That’s a shame. Whatcha get it up to? Hope it was fun.”
Yumi playfully pulled her skirt up, showing off more and more of her thighs.
“Oh, it was something like a working vacation, honestly. I ended up becoming a Brood Mother, Harbinger of the new Race. That was pretty cool.”
The driver’s eyes darted back at the casual exposure, though his look was also one of concern. “Brood mother? That’s uh. Kinky. Real into Werms, huh?”
Yumi giggled. “Werms. That’s so funny. I’d almost be offended if it wasn’t for the fact that you didn’t know better.”
The driver assumed that this ditzy Asian must be doing some kind of alien role play. “Sorry to offend, your majesty. You know us earthlings. So you uh. Wearing a hologram or something?”
“Why? Doesn’t this seem real?” Yumi licked her lips, lulling her skirt up and exposing her cock; stiff, leaking pre.
“Oh that seems plenty real.” He huffed.
A siren got his attention, pulling sharply with a curse as Yumi giggled. “Careful or you won’t get my tip!”
The driver laughed nervously, keeping his eyes on the road now.
“So uh. What are ya then? Brood Herald you said?”
Yumi stroked herself with a pleased sigh. “Brood Mother. I’m the first to merge with humanity. I’m Yumi.. And I’m not Yumi. She’s here, inside… Hm. It’s kinda difficult to explain. You really just have to experience it.”
“Oh, I’m all for experiencing you, if you don’t mind me saying.” He offered.
“Then pull over. My flight’s not for a few hours. Come taste the future, baby.”
The driver looked back one last time before making up his mind.
He pulled off to the first semi-discrete parking lot available, and started to crawl into the passenger seat, kissing and licking at Yumi’s thighs before his mouth latched onto her cock.
“That’s it. Good boy.” Yumi purred as she opened her mind, observing her friends;
She could experience Sasha cornering Emily the goth bully in a bathroom, forcing her into a kiss that shoved Evolution into her brain.
She felt Gwen grind her cunt on a frat boy’s face as she pushed out a fat tendril into his worshipping mouth.
And it was all pleasure.
She moaned, “cumming” in the driver’s mouth. He started to pull back, confused as Yumi kept his head between her legs.
“Swallow it~ That’s my good boy!”
After a few minutes of Squirming he finally went limp.
Releasing him, he rose up with a smile, wiping the drool and pre from his chin.
“His Mom warned him about unsafe sex. Hmm… My mom. I see what you mean, yeah. He’s me.. But I’m something else now, aren’t I?”
Yumi gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t worry about it so much, babe. But you should absolutely see if your mom practices what she preaches.”
The driver climbed into seat. “Oh totally. She’s a MILF too, so it’ll be hard to decide which of her holes to invade.”
Yumi kept her small talk up with the driver before finally reaching her destination.
She applied some sunglasses to hide her eyes, and they checked her ears for any stowaways.
She cleared, of course.
How could the TSA agents know they were looking at the Harbinger of the New Race?
She thought about cornering some folks in the airport, but decided against it.
Especially after viewing her flight schedule.
Stops in Berlin. Hong Kong. Then finally back home.
Such a long flight, too.
And hundreds of hosts on board with her.
Yumi thumbed through a magazine as she waited for her flight to begin boarding, eager to return home and share all her experiences.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t0jr1f/culture_shock_vol_2_scifi_mind_control_aliens_mm