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Rick sprinted as fast as he could across campus, unable to fully comprehend what had happened over the last day and a half. He turned a corner near an academic building, shirtless and sweaty, and slumped against the wall to catch his breath. He couldn't help but cry as he had control over his body again after being taunted by the thing...inside him...that he'd never be free again.

Inside...

It was still inside him. He had hit his head in the effort to infest those other two guys. Since then, the worm's taunts faded, until Rick could finally wrest control from it. As much as he didn't want to deny it, he was on borrowed time. It was still inside...and it was going to wake up eventually. The world had to be warned. Rick had to find help. Now with a steel resolve, the jock got up and made way for his dorm. A simple social media blast would be enough, especially if he sent emails to everyone he know. Someone would notice, someone would investigate. The conspiracy surrounding the Phoenix Sweat Gym, its infested benefactor, and the leader of the mass invasion.

As Rick made his way, he noticed two friends at the basketball court--Shane and Glen. The sheer relief Rick experienced relief, until--

AGHHH. UGHHHH.

The pain was unfathomable. Rick could FEEL the worm inside, writhing in pain, stirring from its incapacitation. Both his brain and dick felt the most pain...as well as his navel--where the coach had forced his enslavement. Rick cradled his head, falling to the ground, using all his will not to scream. He didn't know who to trust, and he was running out of time. He wasn't even sure if Glen and Shane were...themselves. He forced himself up and onward toward them, suspicious of everything.

He couldn't help but pause to examine the scene to be sure, and he was grateful he did. Shane had just read a text from his phone, his face almost blank. Like a drone, he took his shirt off as Glen had his back to him. Like lightning, Shane tackled Glen, ripping his shirt off in the process. Shane easily pinned Glen down, resting his bellow on Shane's. He kept his hands pinned down above him with one hand, and his mouth muffled with the other. While Rick couldn't see it, he know all too well that a worm was wriggling it's way from Shane's body into Glen's. Rick knew had it'd be too late if he intervened; knowing his time was limited, he turned and made way for his dorm. He could hear Glen's faint screams trying to resist, as he knew Shane was forcing him into enslavement, just like he himself was. The worst part of this all was how hard it had made him. He couldn't help but salivate at the visual...but why!? Was he going to be like this forever?!

After finally making it to his room, Rick got on his computer, his head throbbing more intensely than before. He had begun to craft an e-mail to every single friend, faculty, and family member he knew. It read:

I'm not sure if I'll be myself or if I can ever be freed permanently, but this is a warning...there is an...I don't know...an alien invasion swarming across town, or the world. All men are being enslaved and controlled by a worm hive mind through their navels. I was infested by Coach Devon Zimms and his son. The entire wrestling team has been taken as well. I have temporarily regained control of my own body but feel the worm in my brain regaining itself. Please...help us. Help me. I...the things they're making us do...

Please. Jake Tepper is the source. Stop him and his stronghold at the Phoenix Sweat Gym!

-Rick Myers

Clicking "send," Rick felt safe. Maybe there was a chance all this could be stopped. He went to his sent folder to reread his message, making sure he hit the key points. After clicking the e-mail, he shouted in horror and disbelief:

Hey guys, Rick here. I just wanted to invite you all to the wrestling team's farewell party before the pandemic lockdown hits, tomorrow night. It'll be at the Phoenix Sweat Gym, our new sponsors! Keep it a secret--it'll be one hell of a party!

PS No chicks!

Rick had examined the recipients of the e-mails, which was also different than what he had believed--it was all his male jock friends, as well as his 3 brothers and father.

Rick couldn't help but scream as his door burst open. Devon, Craig, Rodrigo, Shane, and Glen stormed in and lifted him up. Completely defeated, Rick willingly let them drag him away, back toward the gym. He could feel his vision fading, as the worm was finally awakening within. As the team dragged him across the hot pavement, he could feel the worm's taunts again as it took control of his body. He could feel the spasms within his brain and dick, the network of tendrils waking up from a short nap. He could feel his pit hairs begin to heat up, his body begin to sweat. He could feel the warm stream of piss making his shorts wet, just as he had lost all control. And then, he was caged again.

I can't wait to infest your brothers and father. That's what you get for thinking you can betray your new family.

Hours later, Rick emerged from the gym saunas, naked and reborn. Covered in sweat, saliva, piss, and cum, and fully enslaved. The host mind had withered away after his attempt to expose the master, unable to witness the inevitable infestations of his loved ones. Devon emerged soon after, pulling him back in for round 14.

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Rick sprinted as fast as he could across campus, unable to fully comprehend what had happened over the last day and a half. He turned a corner near an academic building, shirtless and sweaty, and slumped against the wall to catch his breath. He couldn't help but cry as he had control over his body again after being taunted by the thing...inside him...that he'd never be free again.

Inside...

It was still inside him. He had hit his head in the effort to infest those other two guys. Since then, the worm's taunts faded, until Rick could finally wrest control from it. As much as he didn't want to deny it, he was on borrowed time. It was still inside...and it was going to wake up eventually. The world had to be warned. Rick had to find help. Now with a steel resolve, the jock got up and made way for his dorm. A simple social media blast would be enough, especially if he sent emails to everyone he know. Someone would notice, someone would investigate. The conspiracy surrounding the Phoenix Sweat Gym, its infested benefactor, and the leader of the mass invasion.

As Rick made his way, he noticed two friends at the basketball court--Shane and Glen. The sheer relief Rick experienced relief, until--

AGHHH. UGHHHH.

The pain was unfathomable. Rick could FEEL the worm inside, writhing in pain, stirring from its incapacitation. Both his brain and dick felt the most pain...as well as his navel--where the coach had forced his enslavement. Rick cradled his head, falling to the ground, using all his will not to scream. He didn't know who to trust, and he was running out of time. He wasn't even sure if Glen and Shane were...themselves. He forced himself up and onward toward them, suspicious of everything.

He couldn't help but pause to examine the scene to be sure, and he was grateful he did. Shane had just read a text from his phone, his face almost blank. Like a drone, he took his shirt off as Glen had his back to him. Like lightning, Shane tackled Glen, ripping his shirt off in the process. Shane easily pinned Glen down, resting his bellow on Shane's. He kept his hands pinned down above him with one hand, and his mouth muffled with the other. While Rick couldn't see it, he know all too well that a worm was wriggling it's way from Shane's body into Glen's. Rick knew had it'd be too late if he intervened; knowing his time was limited, he turned and made way for his dorm. He could hear Glen's faint screams trying to resist, as he knew Shane was forcing him into enslavement, just like he himself was. The worst part of this all was how hard it had made him. He couldn't help but salivate at the visual...but why!? Was he going to be like this forever?!

After finally making it to his room, Rick got on his computer, his head throbbing more intensely than before. He had begun to craft an e-mail to every single friend, faculty, and family member he knew. It read:

I'm not sure if I'll be myself or if I can ever be freed permanently, but this is a warning...there is an...I don't know...an alien invasion swarming across town, or the world. All men are being enslaved and controlled by a worm hive mind through their navels. I was infested by Coach Devon Zimms and his son. The entire wrestling team has been taken as well. I have temporarily regained control of my own body but feel the worm in my brain regaining itself. Please...help us. Help me. I...the things they're making us do...

Please. Jake Tepper is the source. Stop him and his stronghold at the Phoenix Sweat Gym!

-Rick Myers

Clicking "send," Rick felt safe. Maybe there was a chance all this could be stopped. He went to his sent folder to reread his message, making sure he hit the key points. After clicking the e-mail, he shouted in horror and disbelief:

Hey guys, Rick here. I just wanted to invite you all to the wrestling team's farewell party before the pandemic lockdown hits, tomorrow night. It'll be at the Phoenix Sweat Gym, our new sponsors! Keep it a secret--it'll be one hell of a party!

PS No chicks!

Rick had examined the recipients of the e-mails, which was also different than what he had believed--it was all his male jock friends, as well as his 3 brothers and father.

Rick couldn't help but scream as his door burst open. Devon, Craig, Rodrigo, Shane, and Glen stormed in and lifted him up. Completely defeated, Rick willingly let them drag him away, back toward the gym. He could feel his vision fading, as the worm was finally awakening within. As the team dragged him across the hot pavement, he could feel the worm's taunts again as it took control of his body. He could feel the spasms within his brain and dick, the network of tendrils waking up from a short nap. He could feel his pit hairs begin to heat up, his body begin to sweat. He could feel the warm stream of piss making his shorts wet, just as he had lost all control. And then, he was caged again.

I can't wait to infest your brothers and father. That's what you get for thinking you can betray your new family.

Hours later, Rick emerged from the gym saunas, naked and reborn. Covered in sweat, saliva, piss, and cum, and fully enslaved. The host mind had withered away after his attempt to expose the master, unable to witness the inevitable infestations of his loved ones. Devon emerged soon after, pulling him back in for round 14.