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Virus-E Part 2

The cold steel from the bridge that she had been forced down on over this water management system left her mostly ignoring the feeling of her body folding around the grate-lined pathway. She didn't make any movement at all, but her body was settling into it's place while the loud panting of her voice echoed across these walls right back to her. Every sound she made came back and there were a lot of sounds that needed to come out of her. Her mind told her to move, to get up, to get away from here, but that body wasn't listening. It wasn't that her figure was too tired to move, but somehow her mind had been disconnected from her body and all she could do was look on while her hand lifted slowly against her will and lightly rubbed across the quickly swelling belly. More and more it grew against her touch, spreading her fingers by it's own fast paced expansion that left her crying out deeply inside of her own head, not even her body would cry in pain anymore, but it clearly still felt it leaving her very pregnant figure to already feel the shifting movement of what was there. The way it lashed around, the movement of it, told this mother that whatever was in there clearly was NOT a human child, but instead as it hit against her womb walls the movement of this almost snake feeling object was already shifting and turning itself to look for that exit. Finally, it came to the point where her cervix would open, her body widening in order to make way for that creature that had grown from her very body. The screams that echoed in her head never made out through to the outside world and instead only a deep moaning could be heard from her even while that thick almost slug feeling object that was black as the night sky slithered its way through her, forcing itself free and leaving the girl to continue resting there while it pulled down towards the hallway.

It was the odd connection that Rachael and Matthew had which drove it, leaving it with only a single target to focus on while this creature tossed and squirmed it's way over the cold concrete floor of the hallway. Tentacles that lined the bottom of this slug looking object allowed it to pull itself along the ground while seeking out the man that it was destined to control. This object, this creature, this thing, held the same look and feel as a pitch colored penis, larger and wider than normal, but also hollow on the inside for the purpose that it would soon make know. It didn't have eyes, or a pulse, or any level of proof that it was even alive at all, but as it came closer to this man it knew that he was there and it seemed that he was able to sense it as well. With Matthew turning his body quickly he'd gasp at the sight of amber colored fluid jetting from the tip and crashing against his pants. Those jeans were already starting to melt away, revealing that thick and masculine cock that bobbed flaccidly in place. He was in shock at the sight of it, his body frozen then just to witness such a thing happening. Before Matthew could even start to react he witnessed the tendrils of this cock designed thing throw its small size from the floor and up onto his lap. The easy wrapping of those tentacles gripped his shaft, holding it in place just before this man felt his dick being fed into the thing. A hand already moving down to try and pull it away but as it latched onto his body there was clearly no removing it. The black cock-looking parasite even driving a connection of itself into that human dick, locking him in place and starting to even now pump fluids into his otherwise awaiting balls.

The smell of the musk that came off of this thing, the feeling of his hand wrapped around it. It was almost like this object was part of his own body, and as he started to stroke it the entire sensation was driven straight into his figure leaving him to gasp, to moan, to continue faster and harder in place. His legs didn't move at all, his hand wasn't able to stop himself. The more he felt the pleasure wash through his body the less Matthew was able to do anything. His mind feeling like it was falling down a well and being made to witness as he stroked that black parasite up and down the length of his own hot shaft, forcing it to shift and attach itself further while those tendrils wrapped around the already throbbing balls, wanting to make way for a deliciously hard release for him to enjoy the last bit of his own pleasure. Inside his mind he was yelling for his body to stop, to quit its movements, but outside there was no stopping, not even a stall for the rather well built figure to even show that it would listen to the commands put forward by his mind. His body was clearly under the control of something else, and while that pulsating dick found the pressure of his own release hitting against the tip of the head that man would lean his face up towards the ceiling and call out loudly just as his own actual seed to gush against the inside of that parasite and then straight through into the air after a touch of its own very quick alteration. What came out did in chunks, almost like small orbs or eggs but still managed to splatter across the ground. It was a good test run of the new body that this creature had taken over, but it still wanted to possess more hosts. At the command of the parasite Matthew's body would turn and make its way to the exit that he'd found and was heading back to tell Rachael about. It would serve this controller well, and the first place to go would be obvious. This husband needed to go home and check on his young adult sons.

* * *

The metal of the door handle was cold in his grip just before he pushed the swinging object open with a deep and loud creek that filled it living room with the sound of his entry. The very soft steps that he made to bring himself into this place left the man turning his eyes slowly from one side to the other. The sound of his mind calling out for him to stop, begging for his body not to do what was already planned for him to do, for his kids to run from the house and never look back. The sound never exits his head, though, leaving his body to further disobey him as the parasite continues to control his every movement and fills this man with only the most basic instinct to allow this virus to spread. While he stepped his way through the living room the lights were off, but the sun shining through the window told Matthew that he still had a few long hours daylight left to be able to work through. At first he'd only stand there, believing that nobody was home, stalling in place while his head turned from one side of this room to another before stepping on towards the next. That scan of the house seemed to be completed when he heard a shuffle moving around upstairs in one of the room. The easy smirk that rolled his lips told him that someone was up there, and as long as they were there it would be easy for him to be able to keep track of that boy, know where he was, and think of a way to convert him. Such a task might seem easy at first, just go and do it, but thanks to Matthew's gifts his mind had been more preserved than others and thanks to this a plan was starting to hatch deep within. It was a darker idea, a far more corrupting one, but it was an idea that required Matthew to find his way into the kitchen and get a glass from the cupboard.

At first the virus had found it difficult to control a human host's body, but in the walk that he'd taken to get here this organism had learned to better control itself. It had learned balancing, shifting, and the general movement needed to get around. Those pants still had the giant hole in the front of them and that black parasite covered dick that released a heavy wave of musk throughout the air while he walked through the house, but so far nobody suspected anything from where he had walked through backstreets in order to get here. While his fingers wrapped around that hollow glass cylinder the movement to the fridge allowed this parasite to immediately identify what the small taps at Matthew's mind told it was called "milk" leaving this still somewhat wobbly looking man to pour the white fluid into the glass slowly until it was mostly filled. This was only the start of the plan, though, the milk would work as a vessel, a hiding place for what was to come, and then as his plan revolved around feeding this to his son it would make spreading this virus far easier to accomplish. Such a simple plan, deceptive, and almost betraying in a way at an outside perspective of it. It was a tactic that would work, and Matthew's lips grinned as he felt it would work very well. When the glass was full this man returned the jug back where it belonged and moved to place that glass down on a near by chair so that he could get his plan into action. That black cover for his cock being taken into his hand and with an easy dip of the head down into that milk. The dark tip vanishing under the white fluid, but even there he could feel something starting to slip from his cock, almost feeling like eggs being pushed down into the glass itself where they instantly dissolved into that fluid.

With deep moan that filled that dark haired man's head left Matthew's body to shiver. The sensation of having small orbs like that passing through his tube felt amazing in one of the weirdest ways that it could. The very feeling leaving the man to gasp on the inside while the body remained without response like some kind of machine. The fact that Matthew could still feel the pleasure from those odd objects running through him worried him a bit. It told him that he was going to have to sit to the side while his body was pleasured against his will. When Matthew felt the hand continue to grip that black cock cover he could feel the texture of his own fingers against the outside of it. Such a realization could only mean that his flesh had melded into the parasite in order to fuse with it, and while he stroked his own large dick the deep moans that flowed inside of that head braced Matthew for what he knew was going to be coming. The more those fingers ran across the length of that dick, the more that this man's body shivered with the feeling of his need being reached, being approached, and this man feeling his pre already dripping down into that glass in preparation for what was approaching. The loud gasp that was kept inside of that mind soon erupted into a loud call of heavy moaning and deep satisfied breaths when the feeling of that heavy flowed wave of heated cum would crash out through the tip of that black cock and straight into the glass filling it the rest of the way with a hot musk that would draw in any unwilling participant and make them far more than willing. It was a feeling that took a few seconds to recover from, but soon that glass was back in his hand once again and this active father would slowly make his way up those stairs.

* * *

The knock of knuckles on the wood of his door left this 16 year old to lift himself slowly to his feet. For the most part he figured he was going to be alone today, have the house to himself. Mom and Dad were at the doctors getting something looked at, his older brother was out on a date, or something, and he was left in his room with comic book in hand and music playing as loud as he wanted. With that knocking sounding out he quickly went to take a near by baseball bat from beside his radio while he turned it down and slowly approached his door to open it. It was the look of shock on his face that his father was standing there with a glass of milk in his hand that left the son to place the bat to the side of the door while the glass was held out to him.

"James, have a glass of milk, it's going to go bad if you don't." Matthew spoke out to his son, his tone was cold and direct, nothing like the tone that this man usually spoke in.

The fact that the man spoke at all was completely a shock to the man inside of that mind, his calls and screams of a loud "NOOO" would never reach lips. It was hard to say how long this parasite was even able to speak, or how it even learned but the fact that it could made Matthew start to realize that it might have learned everything it needed to from listening to his calling and begging. The man's attempt at stopping this parasite was the method for which the parasite had learned to present this milk to his children and when his son took the glass from him Matthew could promise that he was listening to the echoing sound of a chuckle somewhere around where his mind existed in this husk of a human body.

With a shrug the teenager would take a long drink of the milk, tasting it a bit odd that made him think that it was already starting to spoil, but the scent of it made his thickness grow against the fabric of his pants, the drop of the glass would bounce against the cushion of the carpet-covered floor that left it intact but made this teen stumble as his body became sluggish, his figure turning a slight bit more buff and his breath coming out in soft pants that left this young man to look up at his father with a questioning and concerned look. The design of that expression slowly faded more and more before his body turned away from his father, finding his way towards the softness of the bed to press his hands down against the surface and feel that mattress push back against him. His rather well shaped barely legal rump was lifted into the air, showing itself easily with a slow wave back and forth at the black parasite that was finally coming into view past that doorway. A foot kicking the glass while he stepped his way through and towards his son that was already presenting to him.

"This is a fine vessel, Daddy. Come and help me to strengthen my hold on it." James spoke, his voice sounding hollow, as if it was someone else using his voice and figure to say these words. The true voice of confusion, or struggle never to be heard outside of his head just as his father continued to try and struggle where he was only to find it just as impossible. It proved one very important face, though. They were advancing.

Matthew moved towards his son, looking over him and that fine rear that was presented, hands coming down to grip at the rim of the pants and slowly pull them down. Already that black tendril possessed dick kicking and licking at the sight of that pert butt that was easily made known, and without even a real response to him that black cock slammed in. Spreading that newly controlled rear with an easy parting of the pucker allowed the depths of that symbiotic dick to drive into Matthew's son, a shove that forced this barely legal teen to rear his head slowly back with a deep and loud call of hot pleasure even while his depths started to finally grow used to it just when his father's hips came in to softly press to his own. The soft town of the two moaning in unison rose James's head easily as he felt his rear being spread even while he tried to tighten it around that penetrating dick.

"Ugh..." the father grunted out deeply to his son while that younger body was forced forward by one hard thrust after another, "You take daddy's dick. You're so tight."

The boy had to respond, he had to call back to him and with a loud and easy call that bounce off of the headboard against his wall he'd shout to his father, "Oh yeah, dad. Give it to me. Give it all to me."

This conversation carried on, the two moaning, calling out to one another and finally only a few final thrusts pushing his hot dick against his own flesh and blood's young and pert rear the feeling of that dark, virus covered, shaft would release it's heated seed deep within that boy's body, filling his teenage son's body with a hard rush of bubbling fluid that would force Jame's head to jerk back and leave his mind further retreating deep down into the pit of his own consciousness. The two left panting even while that dripping black dick would be pulled free, leaving a gaping hole from how rough he'd driven himself into James, but even while that young body collapsed onto the bedding it was Matthew that helped him back to his feet once more, and started to escort him towards the stairs.

* * *

It had taken Matthew's virus a long time to be able to control this body fully, to learn it's functions and how to control them nearly as well as Matthew would be able to himself, but it was very clear that James wasn't having that same problem. As the mind of the man lay trapped within his own skull even he found himself panting hard from the amazing feeling that his son had left him with, feeling guilty for having enjoyed it at all, but already catching him secretly hoping that something like that would happen again. Once more that deep chuckle filled his mind, the sound of some other presence already showing it's delight in the struggle that this man was showing off. It wasn't the first time that Matthew had heard it, but once again he was left without any knowledge of where it had come from, only assuming that it was the virus slowly rising in intelligence through his body. Matthew didn't have much time to even wonder about this, not while he felt his body slowly discard the remaining clothes that it had once been wearing and instead allow himself to sit naked upon that arm-chair near the front door. They had one more brother to corrupt and pull in their fold so waiting for him in that living room was among the best of options. As Matthew sat, though, the TV would turn on, showing a news article being reported right in front of him.

"This just in, there is a sudden rise in missing people being reported throughout the local area. Police are asking that all people return to their homes and wait further instruction as they gain an understanding of what's going on."

The news report was correct, but easily missed when James's body came around and easily sat down on his father's lap. His pants having been left on the floor of the bedroom where they belonged so that he could feel his already black tainted rear showing the signs that the virus was already spreading, already changing that figure to it's needs and increasing that boy's sex drive more than nature already does, so that he could be better suited to take in not only his father's already hardening dick, but also others that he might aim to corrupt as part of the infected army. That black slime shifted and moved on it's own, working to crawl it's way along the bottom so that it could also wrap that dick, but it would take time for such a thing to happen where it was needing to grow quickly.

The feeling of his son bringing that large rump down on his lap showed Matthew that his son was already lost within the husk that was once James's body, but just as this father was also lost he could feel that tight dark pucker once again spread around the thickness of that black dick that was being fed easily into the depths of his son's body. The easy huff that rose from his lungs met the ears of the teen who looked back at his father over that shoulder, even leaning forward a bit just so that Matthew could look at the small of the back, seeing just how much difference was between that newly expanded rear and the small size of his hips. The fast lifting and falling of that big butt sounded an easy pat against that lap, being every bit as rough and hard on his dad as Matthew's body had been on him only just upstairs. The feeling of that tight hole crashing down over his father's heated cock left James moaning and gasping easily, both mental beings even echoing that moaning deep within their trapped minds that left both having little choice but to enjoy what they were receiving while every single hard impact against that lap left both with a deep grunt that lifted up towards the ceiling.

"Mmmm yes, daddy. That's the spot. Just hold still and let me drain your balls again." He told his father, still looking back at him directly into his eyes and focusing those hips up and down hard against that lap.

It left Matthew's body feeling that hard tremble of climax quickly rising from his figure, building more and more against the depths of that hot flesh tunnel that was taking in his shaft so well, "Yes... James, yes... take your daddy's cum, take it all." He almost begged him from his seating position, hands gripping those hips nicely all before that final conclusion that these two were building up towards.

The hard explosion of hot cum spurted from the built up balls as they crushed down against themselves in order to launch heavy wave after thick and potent wave of parasite induced cum deep within his son's body. The more he gave him the more this body became dedicated to their cause leaving the boy to have no choice at all than to give in to the demands of the virus and spread it to others. In time this world would be their army, and they would live in a land of wondrous and amazing fucking that would never end. While the two panted deeply in their after sex, the feeling of James's body leaning backwards into his father's arms brought those rather toned limbs up, the virus having adjusted the muscle mass in the body in order to be more suitable for the kind of work they were going to be having these people do. While he hugged onto his teen those hips were already shifting again, the black parasite already having built it's way up his balls and seemed that the more these two had sex and delivered their cum the more it was able to go. This was only the first step, though, and as the two continued their long and hard session it was only a matter of time before the older brother would be back from his date.