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To everyone's fears, the lockdown finally was in effect. Many local business suffered, especially gyms. As one might expect, this spelled trouble for the conventional gym owner, but not the entrepreneurial Jake Tepper. Jake reveled in every new opportunity to enslave unsuspecting straight guys, and as his army's numbers grew, so too did his sensations among the hivemind. Every infestation felt like a thousand ecstasies flooding his body...and every host that resisted Jake's will that eventually broke amplified his every orgasm during his daylong sessions with Tucker. The lockdown was only a minor inconvenience; if anything, with all the potential hosts trapped at home, they were ripe for the picking. With his swath of infested wrestlers and other college exploits, the plan was set. If they couldn't lure potential infestations into their temple, they'd just have to bring the infestations out!

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Eli was really excited for the afternoon. After 2 weeks of lockdown and being deprived of actual gym facilities, the eager jock was itching for a fix of legitimate equipment. He was thrilled to learn a few days prior of the new initiative by the Phoenix Sweat Gym 2 towns over, the "Mobile Muscle" initiative. Essentially, the gym was having its equipment rented out to any one nearby, with plans to expand. The costs were much cheaper than Eli could ever fathom, so he knew he had to try. He had also heard rumblings about this gym's popularity, especially regarding its reputation as a "true man's gym," since women were not allowed on the premises.

Every now and then, Eli would gaze out the window, daydreaming about the dumbbells, kettlebells, and bench he ordered. Not soon after, Eli peered out to see a white van turn into his driveway. It was barely labeled, but he could make out the Mobile Muscle logo as well as that of the Phoenix Sweat Gym. He could see a driver, a guy no older than him, in the driver's seat.

Eli quickly came out to the van to greet Dylan, the third person to be infested by Jake's cult--his host mind shattered and rebuilt countless times through experimentation on the effects of withdrawal from infestation. Over the years, his worm had grown out his chest hair and head hair, giving him a much wilder look. It was his body, after all.

"Hi there...Eli Matthews? I'm Dylan with the Phoenix Sweat Gym. Nice to meet ya!"

Eli greeted him in kind, and with a strong firm handshake. Eli couldn't help but notice that Dylan seemed to be sizing him up...and he could have even sworn he saw the gym employee lick his lips as he saw Eli's toned biceps curl as they shook hands. Eli himself was very cut, and not much more slender than Dylan. Dylan adjusted his shorts to hide the large boner Eli was giving him, as he ushered him to the side of the van, purposely obscured from the view of the neighborhood due to the adjacent shrubbery.

"Just this way, and my partner Billy will assist with getting you what you need..." he said, has he clicked the door handle and slid the door to the left. Billy, the former virgin infested by the first wave of sleeper condoms, was in the middle of doing what clearly was hundreds of pull-ups, given the sweat adorning his chiseled and hairy torso, pooling underneath. His ensnaring, hairy pits faced outward, seeking another soul to enslave. Thankfully, Eli was 2 feet away. As the haze set in, Eli was quickly ushered in the van by Dylan, who slid the van door shut. It was pretty well lit inside and it was fairly easy for Eli to get his bearings. He began to worry--this van was empty, save for a few boxes of what looked like tin cannisters, and a few bottles of an unlabeled energy drink. Was this...was this a kidnapping?!

"What the fuck is going on here? Where is the equipment...who are you guys?" Eli demanded, trying to put on a brave face as he tried to finagle the rear door the van. No luck. With Billy and Dylan blocking the only unlocked exit, he was stuck.

Billy laughed, as he began to caress Dylan's arms up to his shirt, removing it with relative ease. "You're a prize for sure. Just like my host. I mean--look at this furry fucker! He's still in here, scared and alone. I like keeping him in here personally. I wonder what yours will do for you?"

Eli's confusion was only outclassed by his terror. What were they going to do to him?

He didn't have to worry too long; Billy quickly grabbed Eli's arm and yanked him closer, and proceeded to pin him to the floor of the van by his wrists. Dylan quickly tore his shirt off, revealing a hungry navel, ready for to be a home. Dylan first retrieved a funnel from the front part of the van and forced into Eli's mouth, muffling his screams. Eli's eyes darted between his two captors, and even in his fear he could notice the expressionless, emotionless, emptiness behind their eyes. They were shells, vessels for newer, harsher personas that couldn't express through their hosts perfectly. Dylan, almost robotically, grabbed one of the energy drinks, popped the cap, and proceeded to pour it down the funnel into Eli's mouth. The combination of he and Billy's piss from that morning alone flooded into Eli's body, an unwelcome concoction, readying his body for infestation. Eli couldn't stop the deluge of piss flooding his system, and after a few seconds, he didn't want to. He wanted to gag and spit it out, despite his mind giving way to Jake's influence. It was just too much.

As his wrists slackened against Billy's hold, Billy calmly let go and lay with Eli, piss escaping the side of his mouth down his cheeks. He drank what vestiges of piss he could from Eli's face as he pulled down his sweats. His hard, leaking dick was already sporting the front end of a worm eager for a home. He brushed his dick close to Eli's belly button, allowing the worm to make contact. It took its time exiting Billy's slit and into Eli's hairy navel. Billy could see Eli's body convulsing, his toes curling in his shoes, and an explosion of cum in his shorts. The sensory overload was too much for him. Dylan removed the funnel, allowing the new Eli to catch his breath.

"This host is fucking hot boys!" he exclaimed, embracing his new home. He flexed his new arms, licked the piss off his hands, and even tasted his host's cum. Eli was a catch.

Dylan smiled at their 12th conquest of the day. "How many in the house?"

"Eli has 2 older brothers and a dad who would be welcome into our fold. I'll take 3." Eli said, eyes glazed over.

Billy proceeded to hand him 3 worm cannisters, soon to be used to infest Eli's male family members.

"Prepare them and report to the master if you wish to move into the compound. The lower levels of the gym are constantly growing, and any hosts who want to live there are welcome." Billy continued.

Eli smiled as he heard his host cry and scream inside at the thought of infesting his family, let alone all the other guys he referred the Muscle Mobile to...

"Oh, we'll be moving in, for sure."

Description
To everyone's fears, the lockdown finally was in effect. Many local business suffered, especially gyms. As one might expect, this spelled trouble for the conventional gym owner, but not the entrepreneurial Jake Tepper. Jake reveled in every new opportunity to enslave unsuspecting straight guys, and as his army's numbers grew, so too did his sensations among the hivemind. Every infestation felt like a thousand ecstasies flooding his body...and every host that resisted Jake's will that eventually broke amplified his every orgasm during his daylong sessions with Tucker. The lockdown was only a minor inconvenience; if anything, with all the potential hosts trapped at home, they were ripe for the picking. With his swath of infested wrestlers and other college exploits, the plan was set. If they couldn't lure potential infestations into their temple, they'd just have to bring the infestations out!

*********************************************************************************************************

Eli was really excited for the afternoon. After 2 weeks of lockdown and being deprived of actual gym facilities, the eager jock was itching for a fix of legitimate equipment. He was thrilled to learn a few days prior of the new initiative by the Phoenix Sweat Gym 2 towns over, the "Mobile Muscle" initiative. Essentially, the gym was having its equipment rented out to any one nearby, with plans to expand. The costs were much cheaper than Eli could ever fathom, so he knew he had to try. He had also heard rumblings about this gym's popularity, especially regarding its reputation as a "true man's gym," since women were not allowed on the premises.

Every now and then, Eli would gaze out the window, daydreaming about the dumbbells, kettlebells, and bench he ordered. Not soon after, Eli peered out to see a white van turn into his driveway. It was barely labeled, but he could make out the Mobile Muscle logo as well as that of the Phoenix Sweat Gym. He could see a driver, a guy no older than him, in the driver's seat.

Eli quickly came out to the van to greet Dylan, the third person to be infested by Jake's cult--his host mind shattered and rebuilt countless times through experimentation on the effects of withdrawal from infestation. Over the years, his worm had grown out his chest hair and head hair, giving him a much wilder look. It was his body, after all.

"Hi there...Eli Matthews? I'm Dylan with the Phoenix Sweat Gym. Nice to meet ya!"

Eli greeted him in kind, and with a strong firm handshake. Eli couldn't help but notice that Dylan seemed to be sizing him up...and he could have even sworn he saw the gym employee lick his lips as he saw Eli's toned biceps curl as they shook hands. Eli himself was very cut, and not much more slender than Dylan. Dylan adjusted his shorts to hide the large boner Eli was giving him, as he ushered him to the side of the van, purposely obscured from the view of the neighborhood due to the adjacent shrubbery.

"Just this way, and my partner Billy will assist with getting you what you need..." he said, has he clicked the door handle and slid the door to the left. Billy, the former virgin infested by the first wave of sleeper condoms, was in the middle of doing what clearly was hundreds of pull-ups, given the sweat adorning his chiseled and hairy torso, pooling underneath. His ensnaring, hairy pits faced outward, seeking another soul to enslave. Thankfully, Eli was 2 feet away. As the haze set in, Eli was quickly ushered in the van by Dylan, who slid the van door shut. It was pretty well lit inside and it was fairly easy for Eli to get his bearings. He began to worry--this van was empty, save for a few boxes of what looked like tin cannisters, and a few bottles of an unlabeled energy drink. Was this...was this a kidnapping?!

"What the fuck is going on here? Where is the equipment...who are you guys?" Eli demanded, trying to put on a brave face as he tried to finagle the rear door the van. No luck. With Billy and Dylan blocking the only unlocked exit, he was stuck.

Billy laughed, as he began to caress Dylan's arms up to his shirt, removing it with relative ease. "You're a prize for sure. Just like my host. I mean--look at this furry fucker! He's still in here, scared and alone. I like keeping him in here personally. I wonder what yours will do for you?"

Eli's confusion was only outclassed by his terror. What were they going to do to him?

He didn't have to worry too long; Billy quickly grabbed Eli's arm and yanked him closer, and proceeded to pin him to the floor of the van by his wrists. Dylan quickly tore his shirt off, revealing a hungry navel, ready for to be a home. Dylan first retrieved a funnel from the front part of the van and forced into Eli's mouth, muffling his screams. Eli's eyes darted between his two captors, and even in his fear he could notice the expressionless, emotionless, emptiness behind their eyes. They were shells, vessels for newer, harsher personas that couldn't express through their hosts perfectly. Dylan, almost robotically, grabbed one of the energy drinks, popped the cap, and proceeded to pour it down the funnel into Eli's mouth. The combination of he and Billy's piss from that morning alone flooded into Eli's body, an unwelcome concoction, readying his body for infestation. Eli couldn't stop the deluge of piss flooding his system, and after a few seconds, he didn't want to. He wanted to gag and spit it out, despite his mind giving way to Jake's influence. It was just too much.

As his wrists slackened against Billy's hold, Billy calmly let go and lay with Eli, piss escaping the side of his mouth down his cheeks. He drank what vestiges of piss he could from Eli's face as he pulled down his sweats. His hard, leaking dick was already sporting the front end of a worm eager for a home. He brushed his dick close to Eli's belly button, allowing the worm to make contact. It took its time exiting Billy's slit and into Eli's hairy navel. Billy could see Eli's body convulsing, his toes curling in his shoes, and an explosion of cum in his shorts. The sensory overload was too much for him. Dylan removed the funnel, allowing the new Eli to catch his breath.

"This host is fucking hot boys!" he exclaimed, embracing his new home. He flexed his new arms, licked the piss off his hands, and even tasted his host's cum. Eli was a catch.

Dylan smiled at their 12th conquest of the day. "How many in the house?"

"Eli has 2 older brothers and a dad who would be welcome into our fold. I'll take 3." Eli said, eyes glazed over.

Billy proceeded to hand him 3 worm cannisters, soon to be used to infest Eli's male family members.

"Prepare them and report to the master if you wish to move into the compound. The lower levels of the gym are constantly growing, and any hosts who want to live there are welcome." Billy continued.

Eli smiled as he heard his host cry and scream inside at the thought of infesting his family, let alone all the other guys he referred the Muscle Mobile to...

"Oh, we'll be moving in, for sure."