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As the hours stretched on, the newly infested team became much more intimately connected--with their coach, and with each other. Their lord and master Jake spent some time with Devon and Craig before he had to depart to prepare for his next move. He left Devon with a large charge--overseeing the infestation of the university, through whatever means necessary. Devon's pride surged as he graciously drank from his master's tap, even evoking a tear from his cum and sweat covered face.

As noon approached, Devon had his boys line up against the wall, nude (of course). Craig joined the queue as well.

Devon smiled, inspecting his soldiers. "What perfect slaves. Any of your hosts giving you trouble? Speak up, and we can fix that easily!"

Not a single flinch from the team, save for one--Rodrigo. The shorter wrestler spoke up. "Sir...this one resists hard. His spirit is loud in here...it's hard to keep control at times. The piss helps, but...ugh..." Rodrigo hunched over, clearly fighting an internal struggle for dominance. Jace and Ethan quickly propped Rodrigo up and pinned him against the wall by his arms, as Devon reloaded his dick for another piss-gun action. Rodrigo's head swiveled left and right, clearly showing his host's aversion to taking more of the mind-melting liquid. Devon was not amused.

Rodrigo's teammate Allen spoke up. "Sir, there is always coercion. Rodrigo has many friends on the cross country team. His hot friend Declan runs the track every day with his teammates...maybe we should pay him a visit and have Rodrigo watch? That'll tear his spirit apart!"

Devon laughed. "Why watch? He can infest Declan himself!"

Rodrigo shuttered, ceding control to the worm for the time being. "He...he weakened at that thought sir. Let's...let's get that team infested..."

The track was empty, save for 3 athletes doing their afternoon sprints. Declan, Jeff, and Paul were neck and neck, sweat trickling down their heaving chests. Their sprint was nearly up as another shirtless man joined their ranks, running easily past them with his arms raised. The alluring scent of Devon's pits did not escape the 3 teammates, as they found themselves veering off the track, following the coach they barely knew. as they turned a corner around one of the athletic buildings, they found themselves accosted in the secluded area by the wrestling team. Devon laughed at the tangled mess of sweaty bodies, easily subduing and pinning the 3 runners down. Jeff was able to punch one of the wrestlers to the point of collapse, a wrestler named Rick, who hit his head pretty hard on the ground. Craig and Ethan muffled Jeff and Paul's mouths with their pits, breaking Jeff's sunglasses in the process. Paul, the shortest of the trio, tried with all his might to squirm out of Ethan's grip, but it was all but hopeless as his tongue grazed the fertile nectar of Paul's recently infested pits.

Declan, however, was stunned as the person pinning him down was his buddy, Rodrigo. He could feel Rodrigo shaking as he held him down, his eyes watering. What was happening?

"AHHH! FUCK! DECLAN, WHAT IS THIS SHIT!?" Jeff screamed, as a long, slender worm wrested out of Craig's hairy navel, feeling around for its new home. The worm dropped onto Jeff's sweaty torso and began to slither around, spiraling his navel like water to a drain. Declan looked in horror as it began its entry, only to be distracted from similar screams to his other side. Paul was undergoing a similar fate, except the worm was already halfway into his body, forcing his mind into submission. Jeff and Paul's worms both slithered into their new bodies with relative ease, subduing and caging their hosts' minds. Their bodies began the transformation process as their armpits and navels became hairier, and their muscles more defined.

Declan looked at Rodrigo's torso, seeing a similar worm poke its way out of his navel. He looked at his friend, pleading for release. "Rod...rod, what is this man! Please...don't do this! Don't...ughh...UGH!" With all his might, Declan reverse pinned Rodrigo down, whose host must have slackened his hold on him. Declan jerked up right, gathering his bearings. He looked at Paul and Jeff, both convulsing on the ground, sweating even more than they were on their run. He was clearly on his own. Declan did what he did best and began to sprint away, entering the nearest building and barring the door. The blonde, broad jock stopped to catch his breath, only to be face 5 of the other infested wrestlers, dicks in hand. It was pointless.

Before they could release their fluids toward the jock, the doors behind him opened. The remainder of the team flooded in...with Paul and Jeff in tow. Both of the new hosts, now fully nude, grabbed Declan by the arms and dragged him toward the shower room.

Both spoke to him, in a robotic unison. "It'll be okay Declan. Don't resist like we did. We will all belong to the master...we will infest more for him."

They dragged him in and forced him to his knees. Devon and Craig followed suit, escorting the still struggling Rodrigo.

"Enough!" Devon screamed. "Rodrigo, control your new body and show this host he has lost his rights to it! Infest Declan!"

To his credit, the former Rodrigo fought his hardest to stop the stream of piss from exiting his dick, but in the end, all would lose to Jake. The floodgates opened, blasting Declan's face with the elixir of infestation. His mouth only withstood being closed for one second before he let the taste overtake him, allowing the worm to form and take over everything within. As the seconds went buy, Rodrigo's shaking came to a halt, signifying his host's acquiescence.

Devon couldn't help but love his new charge. Infesting this school would be his greatest honor! He couldn't help but grin; that is, until Craig rushed over. "Coach! Rick...he took off! He seemed to lose control of his host!"

Rick...the wrestler who hit his head. Was his worm incapacitated?!

"After him!" Devon screamed.

Description
As the hours stretched on, the newly infested team became much more intimately connected--with their coach, and with each other. Their lord and master Jake spent some time with Devon and Craig before he had to depart to prepare for his next move. He left Devon with a large charge--overseeing the infestation of the university, through whatever means necessary. Devon's pride surged as he graciously drank from his master's tap, even evoking a tear from his cum and sweat covered face.

As noon approached, Devon had his boys line up against the wall, nude (of course). Craig joined the queue as well.

Devon smiled, inspecting his soldiers. "What perfect slaves. Any of your hosts giving you trouble? Speak up, and we can fix that easily!"

Not a single flinch from the team, save for one--Rodrigo. The shorter wrestler spoke up. "Sir...this one resists hard. His spirit is loud in here...it's hard to keep control at times. The piss helps, but...ugh..." Rodrigo hunched over, clearly fighting an internal struggle for dominance. Jace and Ethan quickly propped Rodrigo up and pinned him against the wall by his arms, as Devon reloaded his dick for another piss-gun action. Rodrigo's head swiveled left and right, clearly showing his host's aversion to taking more of the mind-melting liquid. Devon was not amused.

Rodrigo's teammate Allen spoke up. "Sir, there is always coercion. Rodrigo has many friends on the cross country team. His hot friend Declan runs the track every day with his teammates...maybe we should pay him a visit and have Rodrigo watch? That'll tear his spirit apart!"

Devon laughed. "Why watch? He can infest Declan himself!"

Rodrigo shuttered, ceding control to the worm for the time being. "He...he weakened at that thought sir. Let's...let's get that team infested..."

The track was empty, save for 3 athletes doing their afternoon sprints. Declan, Jeff, and Paul were neck and neck, sweat trickling down their heaving chests. Their sprint was nearly up as another shirtless man joined their ranks, running easily past them with his arms raised. The alluring scent of Devon's pits did not escape the 3 teammates, as they found themselves veering off the track, following the coach they barely knew. as they turned a corner around one of the athletic buildings, they found themselves accosted in the secluded area by the wrestling team. Devon laughed at the tangled mess of sweaty bodies, easily subduing and pinning the 3 runners down. Jeff was able to punch one of the wrestlers to the point of collapse, a wrestler named Rick, who hit his head pretty hard on the ground. Craig and Ethan muffled Jeff and Paul's mouths with their pits, breaking Jeff's sunglasses in the process. Paul, the shortest of the trio, tried with all his might to squirm out of Ethan's grip, but it was all but hopeless as his tongue grazed the fertile nectar of Paul's recently infested pits.

Declan, however, was stunned as the person pinning him down was his buddy, Rodrigo. He could feel Rodrigo shaking as he held him down, his eyes watering. What was happening?

"AHHH! FUCK! DECLAN, WHAT IS THIS SHIT!?" Jeff screamed, as a long, slender worm wrested out of Craig's hairy navel, feeling around for its new home. The worm dropped onto Jeff's sweaty torso and began to slither around, spiraling his navel like water to a drain. Declan looked in horror as it began its entry, only to be distracted from similar screams to his other side. Paul was undergoing a similar fate, except the worm was already halfway into his body, forcing his mind into submission. Jeff and Paul's worms both slithered into their new bodies with relative ease, subduing and caging their hosts' minds. Their bodies began the transformation process as their armpits and navels became hairier, and their muscles more defined.

Declan looked at Rodrigo's torso, seeing a similar worm poke its way out of his navel. He looked at his friend, pleading for release. "Rod...rod, what is this man! Please...don't do this! Don't...ughh...UGH!" With all his might, Declan reverse pinned Rodrigo down, whose host must have slackened his hold on him. Declan jerked up right, gathering his bearings. He looked at Paul and Jeff, both convulsing on the ground, sweating even more than they were on their run. He was clearly on his own. Declan did what he did best and began to sprint away, entering the nearest building and barring the door. The blonde, broad jock stopped to catch his breath, only to be face 5 of the other infested wrestlers, dicks in hand. It was pointless.

Before they could release their fluids toward the jock, the doors behind him opened. The remainder of the team flooded in...with Paul and Jeff in tow. Both of the new hosts, now fully nude, grabbed Declan by the arms and dragged him toward the shower room.

Both spoke to him, in a robotic unison. "It'll be okay Declan. Don't resist like we did. We will all belong to the master...we will infest more for him."

They dragged him in and forced him to his knees. Devon and Craig followed suit, escorting the still struggling Rodrigo.

"Enough!" Devon screamed. "Rodrigo, control your new body and show this host he has lost his rights to it! Infest Declan!"

To his credit, the former Rodrigo fought his hardest to stop the stream of piss from exiting his dick, but in the end, all would lose to Jake. The floodgates opened, blasting Declan's face with the elixir of infestation. His mouth only withstood being closed for one second before he let the taste overtake him, allowing the worm to form and take over everything within. As the seconds went buy, Rodrigo's shaking came to a halt, signifying his host's acquiescence.

Devon couldn't help but love his new charge. Infesting this school would be his greatest honor! He couldn't help but grin; that is, until Craig rushed over. "Coach! Rick...he took off! He seemed to lose control of his host!"

Rick...the wrestler who hit his head. Was his worm incapacitated?!

"After him!" Devon screamed.