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Custom-Made Body

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

The downside of having a new body was the whole process of getting used to how it worked. It wasn't that the body was bad or unhealthy, but there was the issue that it just wasn't hers.

Ailsa groaned as she forced herself to take a few more steps across the living room, feeling the intelligence of the host slipping away as her parasites continued to eat through the old mind. It was not quite consumed yet, so it was fighting her, begging for mercy, and all the things that bodies did when they were infested. It was rather annoying when one got right down to it, but she had to focus on getting herself situated with this body rather than putting it down.

And it was hard enough to do that when her limbs were several inches shorter all around, and when she didn't have the same tail that she was used to. This stingray must have had it removed when she was younger, taking away the sting in the tail that so many other species feared. Ailsa grumbled as she kept almost falling over when she tried to rely on and found out that she didn't have it.

You could have been so much better than this...

Shaking her head, the stingray queen forced herself to focus on just walking around, testing out her boundaries with this body, seeing how it reacted to the different stressors that came with daily life.

Thankfully, this reporter seemed to at least be in good shape. There was no dizziness save for what came from looking through glasses that the queen didn't need. There was no sudden wheezing, no weakness of the heart or body that would suddenly take her down if she wasn't careful. That was something that she had heard from other members of the hive when they started to take over their hosts, and it was something that she'd dreaded finding with hers.

It seemed as though she'd worried needlessly, though. This one was healthy enough. This one...

Hanna. That was the name of the host. She would need to remember that until she could force a name change. It would be inappropriate to introduce herself with the wrong name to the wrong person.

Ailsa shook her head. She didn't like hiding like this, but she could acknowledge the necessity of it, particularly with their violent entry into the world. It didn't go the way that she wanted, but in a way, it had gone better than it should have, or could have.

The military didn't know they were there. There was no sudden series of deaths and explosions that they needed to cover up. The government and the military both thought that the whole matter had been handled already, the whole situation dealt with at the port. As long as they didn't do anything too adventurous or stupid, they should be able to build the hive without difficulty.

As long as they didn't do anything stupid. That was a bit of a risk, she had to admit. She had been pushing for the hive to expand for a while, and she had been the one to come up with the idea of how they were going to get across the galaxy in order to spread through a planet full of hosts, but now...

Now she had to take it slow, or they'd all be dead.

What to do first, though?

According to her connection with the hive, there were four other hosts in her neighborhood, one in the same apartment building as her, and two others that lived a couple of blocks down the road. That wasn't enough to start building up a new hive on their own, not nearly enough.

Which meant that she needed to start with the apartment building, if she could. There'd be possibilities there, according to what she was reading from her host, but that was going to take a while. She needed to start building up her own store of parasites again, fulfilling her role as Queen of the hive by breeding them and storing them up where they were needed again. And for that, she needed a better body than what she currently had.

The female stingray wasn't bad, but she was weaker, physically, than Ailsa was able to tolerate. Not just that, but she had apparently had an operation that removed her ability to have children, and more than that, had gone so far as to hollow out her insides and replace it with an implant for storage.

Old memories told her that the stingray host had had an infection in there, some form of cancer that needed operation. The uterus and ovaries had been removed, and so had a great deal of other things. Machinery kept her alive, and it had been simplicity itself for the sneaky reporter to put more implants in there to sneak different goods into different zones for more accurate reporting.

Very clever. If I had known that, maybe I might have kept her alive.

Ailsa laughed in the back of her head. As if that would happen. The queen that kept her host alive was the queen that had a deadly distraction just waiting to take her down.

As the screams and whimpers of the host mind slowly faded into the background, the stingray focused on the parasites that she did have. That machinery inside must have been the reason it took so long for her to take control. Most of the parasites that she'd injected vaginally would have been shredded or burned alive, depending on how that worked, so only the ones that had slid into the other orifices would have survived. It was something that she'd need to look out for in the future.

She forced herself to focus on the body, though. There were limited creatures inside of her. Enough to keep her from losing her superiority over the uninfested, a few that might keep her hardened against bullets, but not enough to breed a hive on her own. She needed something more for that.

Let's see...four gender-flippers...two breeders...five spitters...

She kept going through the list, not the most encouraged by what she still had. She had pumped several hundred into this woman, and now, she had maybe forty different parasites to her name. Enough to keep control, enough to make a start, but it would take a lot longer than she wanted.

Ailsa sat down on the couch again, taking a deep breath. First off, she needed to give herself something to reduce the strain on her body. It would cost a gender-flipper and a burrower, but it would be worth it for the comfort that she'd get from it.

The stingray queen focused her attention to the parasites deep in her core, and commanded them. Just as she made the thought, they started moving, going down through her body, the first going between her legs, the other going towards her spine.

Ailsa groaned, leaning her head back as she felt the tingling, grinding, almost burrowing sensation right between her legs. Her pussy was starting to get wet, the narrow slit nothing compared to the birthing canal that her old body had maintained. She knew that she'd need to fix that later, give herself something better, but for now, she needed something more...direct.

As the flipper was grinding through her crotch, she could see the results of its venoms and its body. It was dying, twisting, curving into a sharp-angled V beneath her skin, looking like someone had shoved a metal letter underneath a pair of underwear. It thickened, growing harder, more tubular in each of the different points. She grinned, rubbing a hand along her flesh as the purple skin started to distend, pushing upwards -

RIIIIIP!

Until the top layer of her skin ripped. The venom of that particular parasite kept it from hurting, and it even cauterized all the blood down there so she wasn't bleeding over her new dicks, but it was still a bit of a gory spectacle. Her flesh went flying across the room in shreds, and the whole thing looked red around the base of her cocks, showing off and reminding her of just where they had come from.

It would heal quickly enough, she knew, particularly as the cocks kept growing, as her body kept changing. She groaned as the two shafts continued to rise, going from a leathery, wrinkly sort of parasite-flesh to something looking like real phalluses. They were thick and pink, standing out with a pointed tip rather than a rounded one, and she could feel that they were gradually integrating into her nervous system, too.

She gripped one, giving a few strokes, and groaned under her breath at the familiar pleasure. Yes, that's what she wanted. That was definitely what she wanted.

The feeling of pleasure continued as the other parasite burrowed right up to the base of her spine, aligning its body with the rest of it. Little shocks of pleasure ran up and down her back as it got itself lined up properly, and she rolled onto her side, bracing herself for what was coming next.

If her cocks had ripped themselves right out of her crotch, this felt like something entirely different. It was slower, gentler, and more of a slithering feeling out from the bottom of her spine than anything else. It pushed down to the little nub that was all that was left of the other stingray's tail, and then pushed out of her skin.

It was a much smaller rip, more of a poke and tear than anything else, but it was like pure relief as the parasite wriggled out of her, slowly slithering out inch by inch through the little hole in her flesh. Ailsa rolled her eyes back in their sockets, moaning under her breath as the parasite grew longer, and longer, and longer still, extending her spine past where it was supposed to be.

It didn't take long for it to reach a full three feel long, reaching down to the back of her ankles and twisting about. The parasite wriggled back on itself, the whole thing still living, unlike the one that had formed her cocks. She reached down to it, pulling it up before it could slide into one of her holes, and kissed the tip of her flexible tail.

Sadly, it wasn't a stinger tail, but it was something bigger, something better. The head of it was blunt and slightly flat, more of a bell-end than the point of a sharp tail. It had a hole in the center of it, too, something that would be able to spew her juices where she wanted them to go if she got into a fight.

Or a fuck.

She smiled at the thought of slamming her dicks into one hole and her tail into another, flooding someone with all the parasites that they could take. It would be quite the pleasurable experience, particularly as just running her hands over the tail made her feel like moaning, groaning, panting. She smiled to herself, bringing it to her lips and kissing it again as she got back to her feet.

"Much better."

The tail made a world of difference to her balance as she walked around the room. She would have liked to have a bit more height, too, but that would be a bit harder to adjust with her current cluster inside of her. She needed something to work on building up the numbers again, some incubators. That would be doable, but she needed something to lure them in.

Build up some pheromone parasites? she thought.

No, not yet. That wasn't a bad idea for later, considering it would draw her prey in much more effectively, but that wasn't something available just yet. She needed the breeders first, and there was a much more effective way to get incubators and breeders than tweaking her body chemistry to that degree.

After all, the thoughts of this host made it very clear that the people of this planet were very into the whole sex thing.

She focused her attention on her chest, first, pulling her hands up to her smaller breasts. She honestly preferred them that way, but she knew that they weren't going to get much attention from men or women. There were too many ideal images showing that they needed to be huge, so huge they would be.

Ailsa didn't have the parasites that would inflict quite the amount of growth that she wanted naturally through chemicals, so she needed to improvise. She pulled some of the bigger ones from down below, pulling them up through her body until they were pressing against the insides of her lungs. They pushed forward, forming semi-hard bulges in her chest that made them look bigger, for now.

Her ass needed to be bigger, too, and that was a big easier. Long, slithering tendrils from the parasite that had bonded with her spine pushed down into her ass cheeks, slowly forcing it to expand outwards, writhing, squirming, growing as the tendrils got longer and longer, more and more numerous under her flesh.

She knew that some of those would be going right into her asshole, too, giving her ways of trapping cocks and feeding parasites into them - and harvesting seed from them, of course - but that was for later. For now, she just groaned and enjoyed the changes to her body.

The stingray could feel her center of gravity shifting again as the mass moved through her insides, redistributing itself for ideal capture and temptation. She reached up to her chest, testing the feel of her new breasts.

Not quite right, she had to admit. If she pushed in the wrong places, she could feel the gaps in the swirling mass in there, but it would have to do. And if someone was close enough to start fondling her like that, and she was naked, the parasite could just escape through her nipple into someone else. That was a small benefit, at least.

The stingray nodded to herself as she felt more satisfied with that, turning her attention to the rest of her body.

I wish I had a bit more to work with. A pussy with teeth...

That would be a wonderful way to intimidate people, not to mention a good way to keep a cock inside of her when she was infesting it. She remembered a few people that had pulled away from her, knocking her back when she'd been trying to ride them. They wouldn't do that if there were teeth down there, holding them inside of her.

Not to mention it would look absolutely intimidating...

But that was for later, too.

She walked over to a mirror, getting a good look at herself. It was time to see if she was good enough to try some seduction.

It wasn't the best look, she had to admit. She'd been a very tall stingray with her old body, and that grace and power had been as much a weapon as all of her parasites. Seeing herself now, barely more than five foot four, she had to admit that she was the least intimidating stingray that she'd ever seen. Even with the more barb-like tail she'd given herself, she wouldn't have thought that she was any sort of threat by looking at her.

Admittedly, that wasn't a bad thing, but it could be a lot better in the future. She would need to do a lot of body modification to make sure that people took her seriously. Otherwise...

Well, she would be good at seduction and not much else. And that was something that a queen could never afford to be.

Still, her purple flesh shined like a healthy stingray, her breasts were nice and plump - though her nipples looked slightly stretched, something that she'd need to watch out for - and her butt was nice and round. It was big enough to keep the attention of any male, that was for sure.

And she needed some males, and soon.

Alright. Let's go knocking.

There were no more shrieks from the back of her mind, so she knew that the other mind was completely gone. The parasites had consumed the host mind, leaving just her to direct things. She shivered slightly at the sheer efficiency of the hive at keeping itself alive, and knew that if she was ever proven to be less than useful at keeping them going, she would possibly suffer the same fate.

A queen could be replaced, after all, if she was not acting in the best interests of the hive.

The stingray walked to the door of the apartment, pushing it open and stepping out into the hallway. There was no need of clothes for what she was going to do. She wanted to see people, and she wanted people to see her.

She walked down the hallway, following her instincts and the senses of the different parasites inside of her. They were sensing by smell and taste in the air what was behind each door, and then pushed her to continue every time that they smelled female. Even when it was a mix of female and male, it was better to move on to someone that was unattached rather than someone that had a complicated history with someone else.

She eventually came to a stop by one of the bigger doors near the end of the hallway. She paused as she turned towards it, her fingers resting on the knob as the parasites within pulled at the scents and pheromones in the air.

One male, alone. Dolphin. Well-made. Exercises regularly.

That was good enough for her. He would be a good slippery playmate.

It took only a second to get the door open, and what she saw on the other side had her licking her lips in eager anticipation.

The dolphin, nameless so far, as in the middle of a workout. He was in a chair with his back to the door, grunts coming from his throat every time that he lifted and lowered a dumbbell. He was into it, for sure, and his body showed the signs of tension and power that came from working at this for a long time.

Yes, he's going to be good.

She closed the door behind him, pushing down on her double-dicks in the process. She wanted him to see her and imagine what it would be like to fuck a girl, not see a strange creature that had dicks that might fuck him. The need to breed was stronger right now, anyway, and that was what she required from him.

As she walked closer and closer, she could tell that he had been working up a sweat for a while. The soft musk of another male in the room was heavy and thick, something that made her own cocks throb, making her want to try and fuck his ass to implant him with a few parasites. He would make for a good breeder, and it wouldn't hurt that much to wait on the breeding.

Except that it would. It would hurt a lot, since she would be using up parasites that she could scarcely afford to waste on someone that wasn't converted yet. She needed to get one into him, one that would turn him into a breeder from the balls, rather than one that turned him into a drone from the ass. Even if it was a very, very nice ass.

The stingray forced those needs down, her cocks tucked into a pocket of flesh that made them all but invisible as she tapped the dolphin on the shoulder. He stopped mid-curl, turning to look at her.

His jaw dropped almost immediately, and the weight fell right afterwards. It hit the floor with a thunk as he turned around in the chair, jumping to his feet.

"Who - wow, lady, you're hot, but who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Hanna," she said, having to remind herself of the fake name that she had to go under. "Hanna, from down the hall."

"Well, uh, Hanna from down the hall. I'm happy to see you, uh, like this, but..."

She smiled. He was already getting hard, she could see that much. He liked what he saw. He just needed a bit more encouragement to take it. Probably because he thought he was being a good boy for holding back.

Well, she could fix that.

She pushed him back from the chair, gently guiding him towards another part of the apartment. He stumbled backwards, trying to lift his hands to stop her, but she kept swaying, kept adjusting her breathing so that her chest thrust forward a bit more. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, and he was just getting harder and harder in those tight spandex shorts.

You will breed, and you will pleasure, the stingray thought with an eager grin on her face.

Soon, they were in his bedroom, and one more shove took him off his feet, sending him flying onto his back. He grunted as he hit the bed, only to yelp as she pulled down his shorts, exposing his cock. The gray-skinned water mammal had quite a shaft to him, too, the tentacle-like rod twitching at a good eight inches in length over a pair of ball bumps that were begging to be emptied.

"Mmm, I've always wondered what dolphin dick feels like," she said, a lie, of course, but nothing more than anyone else would have gotten.

He tried to say something, sputtering away as she pulled herself up between his legs. She dragged one tongue - just one, since she currently lacked the parasites to give herself more - along his cock. It would have been so much better to work with three, or five, but one was enough to get him stiff and oozing, dripping and swaying.

"Mmmph...why...why do you want..."

"Do you need a reason to fuck a pretty woman?"

She pulled herself on top of him, her hips swaying as she straddled his waist. His cock was throbbing between her ass cheeks, and she wound her tail around the flipper rudder that he had on the bed.

"Come on...you want it. I want it. What's the matter with fucking someone like me?"

"This...this doesn't just happen. I'm dreaming."

"Well, why not make it a wet dream, hmm?"

She leaned forward, her bigger breasts hovering over his face, her pussy grinding down along his cock. She could feel it turning, pushing down to press against her pussy lips, the head just about to penetrate.

"You want it..."

Ailsa leaned in, whispering to him.

"Take it."

He groaned, his hands finally grabbing her by the hips. He gripped her tight, but hesitantly, almost like he was sure that she would pull away the second that he didn't show interest.

Oh, you poor sod. If only you knew.

She ground back against him a few more times before his tenticular dick finally turned to point at her properly. It slid inside of her, too slow for her tastes, but he groaned with every inch that he managed to insert. He was panting hard by the time that he was halfway inside, and gasping by the time that he was hilted.

"Oh god...oh god, you're tight."

"Yes, yes, I am."

She wanted to get him properly bound to her, but that meant that she needed to take this pleasurably slow. She wanted him to fuck her, but she needed to bind him first. Properly.

As Ailsa sent the proper parasite down her pussy tunnel, feeling it burrowing in from outside to avoid the implant that had replaced this body's womb, she leaned forward, slowly shaking her tits from side to side in his face. He stared at them, groaning, his cock pulsing inside of her and oozing pre.

The pre was being filtered out by some of the other parasites, dragged out to improvised wombs elsewhere in her body. She needed to start somewhere until she could get that damn implant taken care of, and until then...

She started riding him, distracting herself with the pleasurable feeling of his cock stretching her open. The one thing that was good about starting with something new was the feeling of getting stretched open again. She groaned every time that she came down onto the thick base, groaning again as she reached the narrow tip.

Up and down, up and down, her juices splashing along his slippery body, inviting him deeper. Her cocks wanted to come out and play, and she was only barely keeping them inside of her slit where they belonged. Up and down, up and down, taking him into her body, feeling the view of the parasite inside of her as it watched his cock sliding up and down past the hole inside of her.

He hadn't noticed it yet, but he was coming very close to fucking a different, new hole in there. She grinned, looking down at him as she started bouncing her hips faster, harder, slapping down with more force.

"Mmm, you like that?"

"Oh god...fuck yes..."

"I bet you love it...you want to feel your cock spurting in me, don't you? You want to feeling of cumming bareback inside someone like me..."

"God...fuck...that's so hot. You don't mind?"

"Heh, I won't mind even if you get me pregnant."

"Fuck...you won't come...come after me...for child support or anything?"

Not anything close to that, she thought, thinking of all the different things he would be supporting her with, instead. If he only knew, he would probably opt for the money paid out every month, instead. She didn't say that, though, instead smiling and riding him that little bit quicker.

"I won't do anything...you want to breed me...then breed me...fuck me hard...and let me feel that hot, thick seed..."

It was the magic word for just about any male. They all wanted to take, to breed, to rut. They all wanted to show off just how virile they were, how much they could do for the woman that wanted them. This guy was no different as he humped into her, fucking her pussy as hard as he could, dragging her down faster than she could bounce, and harder, too.

Ailsa groaned at the pleasure that was growing between her legs, feeling her need rising. She panted hard, thrusting her hips down, meeting every one of his thrusts with a hard smack of her own. She wanted him, needed him, craved him filling her up from below.

And she wanted it now.

Up and down, up and down, each time slamming herself down harder than she probably should have. Each time, fucking herself that much more deeply. She moaned, feeling his balls churning whenever they were grinding together, knowing he was right on the verge.

When he came, he would be vulnerable.

When he came, she would take him.

If she didn't cum first.

She was panting, gasping, moaning, sweating. Her body wasn't used to this, this host not anywhere near as active, sexually, as she had been. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard.

Gasping, Ailsa tried to speed up her fucking, knowing that it was right on the verge, that she was going to cum, trying to make him cum first, but that hot, slippery tentacle of a cock was too good. She slammed down on it again, and again, but -

"NNNNNGH!"

She came. She came before he did, and she lost control. Her cocks popped out, shooting her load over his chest and up to his face, and he gasped as she painted him white. He stared at her, his hips still and frozen, and she groaned.

"Well...fuck it. Let's do it the old-fashioned way."

She rolled over, pulling him on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pinning him in place. He yelped in surprise, but there was no getting away from her. Not now.

With her heels locked together around his back, she pulled him tight to her, making sure that he couldn't pull his cock out of her. She gave the parasite the command, and it moved.

"GAH!"

The dolphin screamed, thrusting his hands down against the bed to try and pull away. He wriggled, alright, but he didn't have the leverage to pull out, not with her limbs wrapped around him. He struggled, straining as he doubtlessly felt the parasite wiggling deeper and deeper into his dick.

"What the - what the fuck is that?"

"That is my gift to you."

"I don't want it! Take it back!"

"Ah, can't take it back without a receipt, darling."

She smirked at him, stroking his face with one hand as she felt his cock fatten the further down that the parasite slithered, taking more and more space in his cock. The dolphin screamed, throwing his head back, obviously trying to get away from the infiltrating creature.

This was why she had to take it slowly. If he had just cum already, this would have been fine. The inside of his cock would have been lubricated enough for the parasite to slither down without trouble, and it would have slipped right into his balls.

Now it had to crawl, and that took longer.

Ailsa weathered the struggling, squirming, thrashing dolphin's attempts to get away, getting rolled over several times as the parasite continued its slithering journey deeper and deeper into the male. The dolphin screamed a couple of times before she managed to jam his head into the space between her shoulder and neck, pushing down on his beak.

Even then, he continued to struggle for a full five minutes until the parasite reached his balls. There, she felt it settle in, biting down on each testicle and pumping them full of its unique venom, both hyper-stimulating them to produce like mad and sending a calming signal through the body.

A minute after that, and the dolphin went still in her arms. She patted his back, slowly disentangling herself from him and stretching out on the bed.

The results of their coupling were pretty intense. The dolphin's ball bulges on his smooth crotch were inflating to the point of starting to drop down, looking like actual testicles rather than the smooth stuff that aquatic mammals often had. His urethra was stretched out to an insane degree by the passage of the parasite, though she knew from experience that it wouldn't impact the way that his cum streamed out when he was milked.

The downside, of course, was that he would need to be deep inside of her to get that full pressure going, but that wasn't so bad. She liked being full.

Ailsa ran her hands along her belly, feeling the seed being processed in the different artificial wombs that the parasites had created inside of her. It wasn't the same as having a standard one, but it was better than nothing. Somewhat better.

Of course, I have to get rid of this implant eventually...but if I can get to a hospital or something, that won't be a problem. Knock out a couple of people, pull them into the hive so that they do the operation...

Though there was the question of how to keep them smart enough to do what she needed them to do while still making them fully obedient...but she would be able to figure that out.

She was the queen, after all.

"Drone."

"Mmmph?"

"Roll over. I want to test out that ass, now."

The dolphin did as he was told. Despite not knowing the guy's name, the stingray queen grinned, rolling on top of him and readying her cocks, eager to break in his ass and her dicks at the same time.

The rest of the apartment block could wait. This was more interesting, and more important.

The End