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Soft... white... still. Despite being March, the weather had seemed to take a turn back towards winter and blanketed the city with a fresh layer of white powder. The streets were quieter, many people traveling only if they needed to. The stores had been cleaned out the night before and everyone seemed to be taking it easy. At the same time, it wasn't so thick that people didn't go into work. Businesses were open and the shops seemed like bastions of warmth dotting the cityscape... but to Cole, it was all completely marvelous.

The young man moved down the sidewalks, his black shoes sinking into virgin snow. Tight blue jeans hugged his legs and in his eagerness to go outside in the snow, all he'd managed to grab was his white long sleeve t-shirt. The cold was starting to get to him, but it was all too beautiful to turn back. New flakes had been falling for the last twenty minutes like a haze of white, drifting down and landing on his dishwater blond hair. Cole had a fair face, seeming a little younger than he really was. He had a round chin and a faintly pointed nose, just enough to hold up the turquoise framed oval glasses through which his blue eyes gazed.

Cole reached up to rub at his arms, trying to keep warm. He wasn't very insulated from the cold, barely more than skin and bones... but it had been fine, at least for a while. It wasn't until the snow started to turn to rain that it really started getting to Cole. The flakes grew slushy, then wet and then the soft silent snow gave way to loud pelting raindrops. Cole muttered under his breath as his hair got wet, looking darker. He looked around before seeing a clothing store ahead of him. It looked like a good way to escape the rain.

The teenager picked up his pace, heading toward the store but the rain only intensified. Gutters began spraying out water, the storm drains gurgled as the water forced some of the snow to melt and Cole's t-shirt was soaking up water like a sponge. Cole's cheeks grew very rosy with exertion as he narrowed in on the store, feeling more and more like he was going to make it... at least until he reached the overhang extending out from the store.

The rain had quickly undermined the snow built up on the overhang, melting its base and encouraging it to move like a glacier. By incredibly poor timing, it began to slide just as Cole approached, slipping off the overhang in a slushy ice cold shower. Cole let out a silent grunt of discomfort as the wet poured down his head, across his shoulders and coated his torso. His white t-shirt went transparent at once, showing his diamond hard nipples and the faint trail of hair up his stomach. His glasses fogged up and his jeans suddenly felt thirty pounds heavier.

Cole stood where he was for a long moment like a drowned cat, in pure shock at what had happened. One eye blinked, then both. He reached up to wipe off excess moisture and slush from his forehead before he grabbed the door and moved into the store. While he wasn't in the cold outdoors anymore, he was still soaking wet and it brought his temperature down quite a bit. He shivered as he walked into the store, his sneakers squelching and squeaking as he walked. One of the cashiers looked up and gasped, seeing Cole as bedraggled as he was.

"Bathrooms?" Cole muttered. The woman pointed to the far back. Cole gave her a nod, though it might have been a shiver. He made his way to the back of the store, passing countless racks of clothes before he finally made it into the bathroom. At first Cole was going to grab paper towels, but seeing a hands free dryer, he got a better idea. The blond moved to tilt the heater port around and face upwards before he turned it on. The machine rumbled to life, blasting out room temperature air before it gradually warmed.

Cole's wet hair bounced around stringily as it dried out. The moisture evaporated from his glasses and the water stopped running down his cheeks to his chin. Cole tried to dry his shirt sleeves but the moisture was more resilient nestled in the cloth. He peeled the shirt off of his chest and let the hot air fill the interior, drying it off at least half way before it seemed he would make no more progress. Cole eventually let the machine turn off before he wandered out of the bathroom, trying to remember why he had come to the clothing store. Then he had remembered it was to get away from the wet... That certainly hadn't worked.

Still, Cole was in a clothing store. The idea soon occurred to the young man to purchase dry clothes, put them on in the dressing room and walk home in those... The question was what sort of clothes Cole was going to get. Normally he went for practical clothes, something utilitarian and useful, but this was an impulse purchase. Cole felt he deserved something fun, something that stood out, at least a little. He wandered along, passing polo shirts and graffiti laden shirts, turning up his nose at the sesame street shirts. Cole was starting to feel like giving up before he noticed an out of the way clothing rack that didn't seem to belong, barely peeking out of a corner.

Turning to face it, Cole tilted his head in surprise. The clothing store used entirely rectangular clothing racks, but there in the corner was an outdated round clearance rack. It was loaded down with the left behind, the last, the lost, the mislabeled and the incorrectly sized. Wedged in between empty seasonal shelves that no longer held Valentine's Day merchandise was a bastion of options, of colors and choices. Cole moved forward for a moment, though when he realized the rack itself was illuminated by a column of light from on high like some biblical picture, he gazed up.

While most of the store used artificial lighting, a lone skylight had been set in the one off corner. The glass was weathered and aged, the weather stripping seeming to have been eroded over the years, though one part seemed to be sealed with a very glossy rubbery black substance. Whatever it was, it was good enough to keep the moisture out and all the clothes beneath clean. The column of light was reassuring in a way, as if calling out to Cole. He moved forward and reached out, his finger landing on one of the metal hangers.

"Ow..." Cole muttered as a static shock stung his finger, conducted through the rack. Cole hesitated for a moment but he knew he had grounded himself and there was no further risk. The metal hangers screeched as they slid along, making just enough room for Cole to get an idea of what sort of shirts he was looking at. They seemed to be more up his alley. There were a lot of nerd shirts in the rack, from Batman to Superman to Nightwing... Cole was feeling rather pleased with the variety before he came to a dead stop. While most of the shirts were cotton poly blends with screen printed logos, the shirt he had stopped on seemed just a bit more special.

The shirt was a deep dark black, but it didn't just absorb the light, it scattered it like scale or rubber... but it wasn't the material that had drawn Cole's attention, it had been the vivid, bright white Venom logo that covered the chest of the shirt, the spider legs angling up to the shoulders before diving back down to the ribs on the side of the shirt. It wasn't the shirt of a wannabe super hero, it was the shirt of a villain.

Cole had no idea why, but the shirt excited him. He reached out and ran his hands down across the emblem, shivering a bit. His eyes gazed longingly through his glasses. He wanted that shirt, he had to own it... He wanted to wear it, to let his inner bad boy out a little. Cole imagined himself going around town wearing it, being just a little wilder, a little more daring. His faintly pink lips formed into a lopsided grin, a mix of pride and mischievousness... and then a strange thought entered his mind. Cole knew he should have the shirt; there was no need to buy it.

Tempted by the dark thoughts entering his mind, Cole's eyes darted to the left and then the right before he peeled off his white t-shirt. He tossed the wet fabric onto one of the shelves before he drew the Venom shirt off its hanger and lifted it up. It had seemed a little large on the hanger, but as he held it up in front of him, Cole was sure that it was the right size. Cole opened up the base of the shirt before he pulled it on, letting his arms slide through the short sleeves, the fabric slipping down across his chest and back. The collar hugged his collar bone perfectly, the hem dropping down half way between his navel and his groin.

Cole gazed down at the emblem on his chest... It was so big... and he looked so good in it. It made such a bold statement... and it was his. Cole ran his hands down the sides of the shirt, admiring how slick it felt. Once more he gazed upwards, peering through his glasses. He couldn't let anyone know that he'd stolen the shirt. He'd have to be creative. Cole moved around the rack and through the aisles, making a b-line for the doors. He had entirely forgotten that had had intended to get pants as well. The only thing on his mind was ensuring that the shirt would be his.

Despite the search for any side door, the store seemed to have only once entrance. Cole tried to wait for the right opportunity, but without any other customers there weren't any good distractions. When the store attendant finally lowered her head to leaf through a magazine, Cole started moving for the doorway. He passed the check stand and the convenience displays, almost all the way to the doors. Sensing movement, the woman looked upwards.

"Have a good... wait, sir? Sir?!" The woman asked. She had remembered Cole coming in all bedraggled and he clearly was wearing a different shirt. Having been noticed, Cole darted out of the shop. Not wanting another case of shoplifting on her record, the woman lunged over her desk and went after him. Cole's feet pounded on the cement as he turned the corner, his eyes scanning for any possible escape... and then he saw it, a fire escape several feet off the ground. Cole built up speed, his chest rising and falling easily in the shirt before he lunged.

It was only a second later that the shop woman came around the corner, her eyes scanning the alleyway... but she saw nothing. She turned, glancing back out at the street, then across the street. She groaned in defeat, her shoulders sagging before she turned to return to her post. A story above, Cole grinned wide before he continued climbing the fire escape, his feet padding along the metal steps. He had never felt so excited in all his life... and it was all thanks to the amazing t-shirt.

****

The door to Cole's apartment clicked open as he moved in, his heart still racing and a grin on his face. He kicked the door shut behind him and wandered into the living room. It was rather nice for a freshman at college. Two bright red couches had been pushed up side by side across from the television with a coffee table settled in front of them both. Potted trees stood in every corner of the living room and floor to ceiling blinds refracted the daylight without spoiling Cole's privacy... privacy that Cole was hoping very much to take advantage of.

The return to his apartment had been the most exhilarating experience of his life. He'd leapt from roof to roof, clattered down fire escapes and run faster than he ever had before. The adrenaline rush was amazing, but more than anything it turned him on. Cole reached down to grope his raging hard on, his cock bunched up in his soaked jeans and underwear. It was a rather uncomfortable predicament, but one that he could easily get over. The blond kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks and then he let his pants drop to a wet heap on the tan floor.

Cole gave his bulge one more grope before he slid his fingers under the waistband and peeled them off as well, letting them fall to his pants. With one step forward, Cole was out of every article of clothing but the shirt he had gone to such lengths to have. Cole's cock stretched out before him, wobbling from side to side, engorging as it swung. Cole hissed in pleasure before he wrapped a hand around it, giving it several strong tugs. His eyes clenched tight in pleasure before he turned around and flopped back onto the couch, sending the busy red, orange and pink pillows bouncing away.

Sinking into the cushions, Cole spread his naked legs wide, his hand sliding up and down his shaft like a stripper on a pole. Cole's hips bounced up as he recounted his adventure, stealing the shirt, becoming a bad boy. It felt so good, it felt so liberating and Cole wanted more. He bit his lip as his hips bounced up, forcing more of his shaft through his tight grip. His balls relaxed as they warmed up, swelling outwards and ballooning larger.

"You liked it, didn't you?" A voice whispered. Cole froze in place, his eyes snapping open. He looked around in shock.

"Who is there?" he called out, only to be met with a chuckle.

"Be careful, someone might think you're crazy, talking to yourself." The deep voice said in a satisfying growl. Cole sprung off of the couch, moving to look into the kitchen, then his bathroom, then the bedroom. He came back and leaned over the couch before finally checking the phone to see if it was on speaker. Every room was empty, every attempt rendering nothing. After a long moment Cole started to wonder if the voice had been his conscience, but he had to be sure.

"Hello?" Cole said softly.

"Hello." The voice replied, coming from everywhere and nowhere. Then Cole realized the voice had come from inside his own head, but it wasn't his.

"What... is this?" Cole whispered.

"This is an opportunity... An opportunity I know you want my friend. Oh, your mind is already so delicious. Of all those shirts, you wanted to be the bad boy, to fight against society, to do things they tell you not to. It's rather exhilarating. Do you know how long I've waited for someone like you?" The voice purred.

"Where are you?" Cole asked, looking around. The voice sighed.

"Still a little dense, aren't you... Well, here I am." It said... and as it did, Cole felt the shirt on him suddenly grow tighter, conforming to his body. All pretense of cotton or cloth fell away. The shirt felt like rubber against his skin, rubber that was growing tighter. It molded across his chest, his stomach and his shoulders. The sleeves grew tighter, the collar grew tighter and soon the black and white were just as shiny as one another... Cole gasped softly.

"It can't be... You're... But Symbionts aren't real..." Cole muttered. Again the voice laughed, filling his mind with it.

"Of course we are. Ideas have to come from somewhere... I'm just glad that it makes such a good lure. Oh Cole, you are amazing, do you know that? Such a perverse little mind wrapped in the shell of a nice nerd. Let me help you free yourself, let me make you the beast you were meant to be. Give yourself to me." The voice growled in pleasure.

"I've got to be crazy, this can't be real..." Cole muttered. The symbiont didn't have eyes, but Cole had a feeling if it did, they would be rolling.

"If you need evidence, let's give you a show." The voice muttered. Cole's back stiffened as his mind filled with memories and visions that were not his own... Of a vast world of pitted rock, filled with seas of black goo... Explosions, rocks hurtling through space, crashing to earth... Of the black goo making its way through the city, finding the skylight... dripping down through the seam and into the store, protecting its new nest by closing the gap behind it as it formed into a shirt. Cole saw dozens, hundreds of people passing by the rack over the years, and then he saw himself... Himself through the symbiont's eyes. When Cole's eyes opened, he was back on the couch, his hand around his cock again but the shirt was still rubbery and tight.

"You are real, it's... it's all real, an alien..." Cole whispered.

"I'm more than that, I'm your every dream come true. I'm power and lust and delight, pleasure and prestige. All you have to do is give yourself to me." The symbiont whispered.

"But what do you want? Who are you?" Cole whispered. The symbiont considered for a long moment.

"I am... Coal. I want pleasure, experience and power. We can both get what we want, together... Just think of your friends, Joel and Peter. Imagine what fun you could have with them in the ways you've always dreamed of." The symbiont purred.

"Joel's straight..." Cole muttered, blushing.

"Oh, true, true. If he ever were to go gay, it'd have to be with the right kind of guy, right? Someone more like him? More athletic, more daring?" Coal asked. Cole's eyes lowered.

"Yeah..." He said sadly.

"So, someone like you then." The symbiont purred. Cole suddenly gasped, his back arching as pleasure and tingling spread out through his body. Cole turned, looking at his left shoulder as dark bluish black lines began spreading through his shoulder, have covered by sleeve, forming a tattoo. More lines appeared around his wrist, spreading up his forearm in a Victorian like pattern, the same sort of pattern Joel had on his chest. Cole grunted softly before he felt a new sensation, a heat. He felt his sleeves grow tighter as his biceps and triceps expanded, growing.

"Oh my god..." Cole shuddered, feeling so much stronger, so much hotter.

"If you agree to me... All you have to moan is 'oh my.' We'll be better than any god." The symbiont muttered.

"What... do I have to do?" Cole whispered.

"Just accept me, give in to me, give yourself to me." The symbiont replied. Cole looked at his body, at the shirt, embraced the pleasure and his lips slowly parted.

"I am yours." He said, barely more than a whisper... but that was all it took. Cole's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the alien's mentality seeped into his brain, becoming part of him. The black shirt rippled and bubbled, microscopic strands seeping into the human's blood before the entire shirt started to liquefy, turning into a solid black stringy goo. It thrashed and rolled before peeling off of his shoulders in strands, pulling out from behind him, rolling down his chest in a puddle. It rolled over his stomach and down his groin before the strands spiraled up around Cole's cock.

Cole watched in awe, not sure what to expect at first... then his entire body ignited in pleasure. It was as if he could feel every molecule moving over his cock, every bit of black rubber. It began to stroke and caress the human, but it was doing more than that. It was on the move. Several strands slid over the mushroom shaped head of Cole's manhood before they tickled at his urethra, pulling the piss slit wider. There was stillness for a moment and then the symbiont began to slide in.

The human's fingers dug into the cushion as he gasped, his eyes clenching shut. Pain and pleasure blurred together into a fire that ensnared his senses. The alien goo pumped itself into his cock, moving down his shaft and into his body, curving around inside of him, making its way to his testicles. Cole panted harder and harder, his fingers nearly puncturing the red material he clutched. More and more goo moved into his body, feeling as if there was no end in sight. In fact, the confines were so tight that the symbiont needed to make more room.

Cole watched in awe as his cock began to expand. He had barely even approached average size before, but as he watched, his cock expanded centimeter by centimeter. It swelled longer, more and more blood gushing in to inflate the length. As it grew, it darkened, becoming a furious red, then almost purple with how engorged it was. Cole gazed at his rod as if it was some mighty monolith before his hand drifted down to wrap around it. The last of the black ooze slipped up over the head and down into the urethra as he grabbed himself, giving his cock a good squeeze. The length responded by bulging out wider, thickening and widening, taking on a girth it had never had before.

Inside the human, the symbiont continued through the epididimus all the way to the testicles, starting to snake its way through them. Just as it had changed his exterior body, the creature started to change his anatomy. His testicles were reworked and rebuilt. The symbiont bonded its own DNA with the organs. While they would continue to act in a reproductive fashion, Cole would never be able to impregnate a human. He was becoming something far greater, a creator of symbionts. In his sack, his balls began to swell rapidly, growing to fulfil their new purpose.

Cole gasped as his sack grew tight, his balls swelling to the size of kiwi fruit, then plums, then larger. They engorged more and more until they were the size of apples, stopping there for the time being... but the changes were already having other side effects. Testosterone, adrenaline, serotonin and dopamine. Cole's body was flooded with all the chemicals to make him feel tough, eager, energetic and happy. He grunted, his hand gripping his cock even tighter as he started wailing on it, his hand sliding up and down rapidly. He grunted and moaned, his toes curling into the carpet as he fapped.

Up and down, there was no more distinction as Cole's hand flew so fast it was a blur. Even then, his rock hard cock swelled even more. It surged past eight inches, nine, ten, even eleven. As the shaft surged past a foot in length, it started expanding wider as well, bulging outwards to three inches, four, then five. His cock was practically a vein covered bat, one he was handling like a pro... but his orgasm still couldn't last forever.

Cole panted and moaned, his back arched as he felt the pleasure at the edge of his mind. Then, in a brilliant moment, the orgasm exploded through him. Every muscle went stiff, Cole gasped and his cock spasmed. A thin jet of white launched out high into the air, the last of his human cum being pushed out of the way... but soon the seed grew darker and darker, becoming a jet black syrup that came out in thicker and thicker quantity. Soon Cole's shaft gushed out an immature latex goo that splattered onto the floor, hardening into rubber. Seconds passed, then minutes. It was a longer orgasm than Cole could ever imagine, but it was proving too much for the human.

The blond's head wobbled, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and then he passed out, falling slack on the couch. His cock continued to spray for another minute before it finally subsided. Inside his mind, the symbiont gently prodded Cole to see if he would awake. When it was clear he would be out for some time, Coal decided to take his new host for a drive. The human's feet spread out, his arms readjusted and slowly the body forced itself upright. The symbiont had to get used to using human legs, but once the balance was stable, he moved over to lift up the phone, digging through Cole's memories before entering the number and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Joel? It's Cole. I was thinking about having a party. I've got some beers, some movies, some games. It'll be a pretty awesome night. I was wondering if you could come." Coal said, pausing, "You can? Great! You should give Peter a call too, see if he can swing by after work." He added, grinning, "Good, see you at six." He replied finally. The phone clicked off and the possessed human returned the receiver to its resting place, a deep mischievous grin crossing his lips.

****

Joel strode along the hallway, each hand holding a six pack of beer. As he walked, the glass bottles jostled together, clinking a bit. Joel had never understood why Cole and Peter preferred glass bottles to cans, but who was he to argue? As far as he was concerned, the only thing better than some beer was more beer. Joel was a fairly average jock. He was five foot ten with a solid build. His brown hair was kept just short of being shaggy, trimmed to a perfectly even length over his entire head. His jaw line and upper lip had some scruff but it was barely anything more than stubble.

What seemed to stand out the most about Joel as he walked were the incredibly colorful tattoos on his upper arms. His right arm looked like some Middle Eastern mural with orange, purple, blue, yellow and turquoise built up around a patch of swirls and stars. His left arm, however, seemed more European with red and green and black and sky blue. The pattern was complex, though from a distance it almost looked like some sort of cityscape. The hints of another tattoo peeked out from under his shirt collar, but it was mostly obscured.

Joel was, through and through, an athlete. He'd been in swimming, wrestling, football, soccer and he was trying out for the rugby team. His was to college had been secured with scholarships and he was keeping up with everything, but the jock mentality came with the need to party and goof off. Joel knocked on the door before shaping his face into an over-exaggerated grin, his jaw unaligned on purpose to exaggerate his teeth. As the door opened, though, Joel's expression faded as he got a good look at his friend.

Cole stood on the other side of the door, his venom shirt tight across his muscles, black leather pants sliding down to deep black rubbery sneakers. Even his oval glasses seemed like a different color, the frames a dark black instead of blue. He looked taller, more muscled and the tattoo on his arm leapt out at Cole. Cole's jaw dropped at the changes, but after a moment a true grin crossed his face.

"Sweetness, when did you get a tatt man?! Why didn't you invite me?" Joel asked.

"Pretty recently man, I should have invited you but it was pretty spur of the moment, come in!" Cole replied, getting out of the way. Joel entered, heading into the kitchen to stuff the beer into the fridge before he grabbed one of Cole's and popped the tip, tipping it back. The golden brew swept out of the green bottle and down his throat. He moved back into the living room before he remembered the news he was supposed to pass on.

"Oh yeah, Peter's going to be an hour." Joel explained. Cole smiled.

"I'm sure there's a way to pass the time." Cole suggested. Je two moved into the living room and Cole slipped his ipod into the dock. Soon the rich music began filling the apartment. Joel grinned, bobbing his head in time to the beat before he dropped down into a chair.

"So, what do you suggest? Drunk jenga?" Joel smirked, taking another swig.

"Well, actually I was wondering if... you'd be up to indulging me in something." Cole said softly. Joel shrugged.

"Sure man, what is it?" Joel asked. Cole moved to sit on the arm of the couch Joel was on, putting his left arm around the athlete. The sleeve of his shirt rippled as black tendrils began spiraling down his arm, snaking across the back of his hand before they sat, poised and ready.

"I was wondering if you'd let me give you head." Cole whispered. Joel hesitated.

"Dude, I must have misheard..." Joel muttered nervously.

"No, you heard right." Cole replied. Joel eased forward a bit.

"Uh, Cole... I... I'm not gay. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that in this day and age but I'm trying to get a girlfriend and everything." Joel said. Cole held out his hands, the black tendrils stretching out to touch the back of Joel's neck so softly that they couldn't be felt.

"It isn't gay if you're just sitting there. You'd still be straight; I'd just be giving your cock a workout until you got a girlfriend. Come on man, help a brother out." Cole said. A tingle spread through Joel's mind as his thoughts churned and chugged. He had always had a secret fantasy of being so manly that no woman could resist him. It wasn't a far stretch to adjust the fantasy to no one resisting him at all...

"As long as you tell no one, I guess I could give you a piece of the action... But I'm straight dude, you're the gay one." Joel muttered, getting hard in anticipation. Cole grinned wide.

"Oh I know..." Cole grinned, moving to kneel in from of the jock. He reached up and slowly unbuttoned Joel's jeans before he drew the zipper down. His hands reached into the jock's fly, digging around before he used one hand to pull the underwear down, the other fishing out his manhood. Cole's hand slid up and down the length, examining it for a long moment. It was a healthy eight inches. Cole's lips parted and his tongue slipped out as he leaned in, his tongue slathering across the cock head, following the curve.

Joel shuddered at the touch of the tongue, feeling surprised at how good it felt. It was almost as if an electric shock had moved in to his cock, making it harder by the second. The jock had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't gay, this was just to help his friend out... Not that he had known Cole was gay. He'd always thought of him as just another nerd... But what if all nerds were gay? He'd always accused them as being such growing up. Joel gasped loudly as Cole's lips spread around the head of his shaft, advancing forwards. Joel started wondering if he'd missed out on such good blow jobs since high school, if only he'd been more tolerant. Cole slid down, his cheeks brushing the sides of Joel's shaft as he slipped down. Joel lifted his hips just a bit, his hand moving too caress Cole's head. Cole was touched by the gesture, though he had far different things on his mind. As Cole's head slipped around the man meat before him, his own hands had moved to his pants. The black leather, or at least what had appeared to be such, pulled apart and rippled, turning into rubber. His mighty, hefty cock emerged before his distended balls did the same. Cole's hand wrapped around his own cock, starting to stroke it off.

Cole's mouth had taken in six inches of meat, enough to slather his tongue all over it. As he continued on, Joel gasped, his back arching just a bit. He had gotten a number of blow jobs in his life, but they had never been quite so pleasurable. Joel wondered why that was at first, but then he realized it... Guys knew what guys liked, it was natural. Did that mean that gays were better lovers? It certainly made sense... And it was a good enough secret to keep. Joel started debating keeping Cole around on the side even when he got a girlfriend, just in case she wasn't good enough. After all, it seemed that Cole was quite the little cock slut and he couldn't deny him what he needed.

Cole's head reached the base of Joel's cock, his chin and lips nestling in the jock's bush. He rubbed tight before he slid up, the cool room air hitting the saliva soaked shaft before Cole's head dropped down again. Joel grunted in delight, his fingers tangling tighter in Cole's hair. Soon Cole's head was moving up and down, but around his groin his hand was doing much the same. While his head had picked up a pretty good pace, his hand was almost a blur as it flew over that tool. Even ahead of orgasm, the cock began to leak and drip dark black latex. While his first ejaculation had been immature, non sentient goo, this liquid seemed to want to escape his cock. It gushed and pulsed, splattering outward like a fountain, but id didn't soak into the carpet. The black liquid crept along the floor, sliding up onto Joel's shoes, moving up over the edges, then across his socks. It hesitated for a moment, gathering enough of itself before it began moving up the human's legs. Joel gasped, chuckling.

"Dude, are you tickling me? I wondered what those hands were doing." Joel smirked. Cole gave a muffled murmur to the affirmative that he was and Joel remained in his lackadaisical state. The black goo moved up his legs, climbing and sliding and flowing upwards. The back tendrils made it past his knees and up his thighs, moving to slip past the hips before it advanced in on where Cole was working. Cole backed up before the black goo climbed up Joel's shaft before he slid back down. His lips passed over the black rubber, and in the wet hot embrace of his mouth, the brand new symbiont made its move. It slipped over the head, spread the urethra wide and began diving down into him.

"Holy shit! That's... What are you doing with your tongue? It feels like it is in me!" Joel asked, panting hard, his chest rising and falling like wildfire. Cole decided to try and work him up to a frenzy to stop him asking more questions. The former nerd bobbed his head up and down, sucking as hard as he could. His cheeks clenched tightly around the rod, his tongue slipping all over. The black goo continued to creep up and in, flowing steadily for almost a minute before the last drop entered the jock. The new symbiont delved deeper, passing through Joel and getting to know him better. It probed his mind, learning of his desires and wishes. It passed into his testicles and began to alter he balls, bonding to them. They began to swell and grow, sending waves of pleasure through Joel. Cole spiraled his tongue around the cock, trying to drive his friend as crazy as possible.

"How do you feel?" Cole whispered.

"Amazing, like... Like I should have realized I was bi a long time ago. I've been missing out so much." Joel grunted. Cole grinned and took the cock in deep, sucking the jock off as best he could. Joel moaned, grunting hard, but soon Cole's hands slipped up to juggle the hard, swelling balls. Joel grunted harder and harder as his fantasies started to intensify. Instead of a harem of men and women in his mind, the group seemed to be populated more and more by boys until there were no girls left. Joel imagined himself being sucked off by a harem before fucking them all in the ass. It seemed so much more... powerful to be gay. The men were on all fours like animals before his god like prowess. Joel got caught up in the fantasy and fucked Cole's mouth harder, thrusting back and forth as he felt himself coming toward orgasm.

The brand new symbiont had been working hard to please its master but to make him more accommodating. He grew the human's balls to the size of oranges, feeling the organs shift completely. It was time, time to integrate fully. Cole slid back, sensing it was time. He pulled off the cock and moved to lick the underside before nuzzling his face against the balls. Surprised by the change, Joel knew it was too late. He grunted, moaned and then gasped. His balls seized up and his cock throbbed before a thick white jet shot out, arching over the floor before hitting the wall. Joel cursed in shock as he shot so far, but there seemed to be more... After a moment thick white goo began gushing out, seeming much thicker and heavier... But it wasn't spraying outward; it was sliding down over his cock. The black liquid engulfed the shaft, starting with the head, then the length before spilling out over his groin.

"What the fuck... what is going on?! Cole, help! Help me!" He gasped, his fingers digging into the arms of the couch. Cole leaned up, gazing into Joel's eyes.

"Its okay, this is normal. Embrace it... Give in. He'll make you feel so much better." Cole whispered.

"Wait, what? What is this? Give in to... to w..." Cole wasn't able to finish his words as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. In addition to the intense orgasm cumming out a symbiont provided, the black rubbery goo was starting to squeeze and fondle his cock. It already looked like he was wearing a jet black condom, but now it was spreading across his body. It hugged his balls, it looped around his waist, it covered his ass cheeks and hips. Slowly the black goo sipped up over his stomach and around his back. In both places the fat seemed to sizzle away, leaving only muscle... But Joel couldn't see the changes; the symbiont was spreading out under his clothes, shielded from view.

Cole reached in to run his fingers over the slick, glistening black that covered Joel's lap entirely. Joel hissed in bliss, surprised that he could eel the touch just like it was his own skin. In a way, the new symbiont was becoming just that. It spread down around his legs like long johns made of latex, hugging the building muscle there. The liquid seeped up over his abs before spilling between his pecs and covering his thick shoulder blades. Joel tried to spring to his feet but his body wasn't obeying him, at least not his legs. His arms moved to ease him upwards but Cole reached to lift the jock's shirt, revealing ebony black abs, shaped into an eight pack of pure muscle. Cole leaned in to lick the slick surface and Joel moaned, flopping back again. The black goo pushed his ass cheeks apart, soaking his ring before it pushed into his entrance.

While he had been content in the illusion that nothing he did before was gay, the object working into him certainly shattered that belief... and then it found his prostate. The symbiont began stimulating Joel from within, sending wave after wave of pleasure, causing his cock to spray out even more symbiont, the brand new alien covering its master even faster. The black goo slipped up past his collar and across his shoulders before diving down his arms. The black even went under his socks, coating his feet. From neck to toe he was completely encased... and he was being stimulated over every inch of it.

The black goo massaged his muscles, tweaked his nipples, fondled his balls and filled him deeply. Joel didn't need a harem to please himself, his own body was doing that. Joel's thoughts spread out fewer and further between... and his lack of questions let the creature move even faster. It swept up over his jawbone, across his cheeks and over his nose. It covered his mouth and ears, then it covered his eyes. Before long the black goo was sweeping over his head, pushing his hair down, making his skull appear smooth and even. The latex closed off over the back of his head, knitting together until it was solid, a solid suit covering the jock's entire body... but there was still one thing in the way, his clothes.

The black began to ripple, the muscles of the human expanding. The clothing grew tight, stretching and stretching before it all started to come apart. The shirt tore, the pants split and the shoes exploded, the socks tearing. Cole reached up to help his friend, pulling the clothes off of him in awe. Before long the entirely black being was naked in the chair... but Joel was still completely encased. The suit wasn't quite done. At first his chest began to shimmer before a new emblem began to appear, white on black just like the venom logo on Cole. Having read the jock's mind, the symbiont was getting a good idea of how to imprint.

The white continued to reshape and refine until it appeared as a large white star. Two thick lines ringed around the jock's wrists like the stripes on his uniform and then two splotchy white stars appeared around where his eyes were. Finally the mouth parted, revealing sharp, wicked teeth and a long tongue. As Joel took his first breath through his new mouth, the symbiont and host bonded, their minds linking up more. They weren't just a predator, they weren't just a parasite, they were a hunter and a performer, the embodiment of strength. Joel let out a hiss of pleasure, running his hands over his chest and legs, admiring his new body before he leaned down, pushing his mouth to Cole's.

The two exchanged a long, deep kiss, Joel's long tongue invading his friend's mouth. When finally the kiss broke, Cole leaned back, moaning deeply. His own symbiont had spread over the rest of his body, covering everything but his head, though in his mouth his teeth seemed sharper, his tongue longer. Cole felt so powerful, so very bad. He'd turned his straight friend gay, and that was only the start. They had more to prepare for.

"Peter is gay by the way." Cole whispered. Joel's mask pulled back, revealing his human head once again. He grinned gently.

"I should have known... He's sort of effeminate I guess." Joel smirked.

"That may be, but he does like buff guys. I've got a plan." Cole grinned.

"Lay it on me bro." Joel replied eagerly.

****

Peter trudged up the apartment stairs, feeling a bit tired after work but very happy. He always loved hanging out with his friends. They were such goof balls. It really amazed Peter how diverse they were, at least in the sense of what sort of backgrounds they had. Cole was the nerd, Joel was the jock... and Peter... Well, he wasn't sure quite how to classify himself. He was a bit more effeminate than his friends, his frame lankier, his hips a bit unusually rounded. It was entirely up to the wind whether his black hair looked emo or girly from day to day, but for him it worked.

Sometimes Peter considered his body shape gave credence to the fact that he'd been gay his whole life. He always just knew, somehow. It didn't help that he was attracted to the kind of guy that usually hated gays. He'd even confided in Cole his feelings about Joel a few times, though he knew it would never lead anywhere. Still, it was a relief to be able to confide in someone. Peter reached the door and knocked, only to have it swing open a moment later.

The sight that befell Peter was a bit of a surprise, but a good one. Cole and Joel were both there, each wearing the same kind of black shirt and leather pants and no shoes. Cole was surprised by the matching wardrobe at first, but soon his eyes drifted to their bodies. Joel seemed more cut than ever, his muscles bulged and rounded, the shirt tight. He seemed taller, thicker, stronger... but so did Cole. The nerd seemed really filled out and he had a new tattoo... If anything, Cole fell more into the category of Peter's crushes than ever before. Peter blushed gently.

"Hey guys, you're looking great." He admitted.

"Come in, come in, we've been waiting for you." Cole said, taking Peter's hand and tugging him in. Peter stumbled and rammed into Joel's chest. Joel merely clapped an arm around Peter, hugging him close.

"So good to see you buddy." He murmured with a grin. Peter blushed more but smiled.

"How's the party going so far?" he asked. Cole shrugged a bit.

"Well, it's been more a discussion about things... Joel's sort of come to a realization in life, and I thought I'd give him some advice." Cole said. Peter looked between the two in surprise before looking at Joel.

"What kind of realization?" Peter asked.

"After a lot of thought, I started to think about my relationships, how they went... And I realized that I've been living a lie. I'm starting to think I'm gay, but I have no idea where to start, at least I didn't... Cole gave me some tips on how to proceed, what sort of avenues to follow." Joel said. Peter's jaw was hanging open in shock. He'd fantasized about hearing words to that effect for so long, though he was a bit surprised by the last part. He swallowed and closed his mouth for a moment before looking at Cole.

"You gave him advice? What sort?" Peter asked gently. Joel reached up and used his hand to turn Peter's face to face him. Peter froze in surprise, especially as Joel leaned in... and then their lips met. Peter was still frozen in shock for a moment but soon he melted into the kiss, his movements becoming more and more passionate. It was the kiss he had always wanted to give. Joel reached up with his hands to hold Peter tightly, holding his head in place as their lips worked and their tongues danced. Peter felt like he was in heaven, it was all so amazing... but as he felt hands slide over his hips, his back arched in surprise again.

Cole leaned in, his lips brushing the back of Peter's neck before he began to kiss and suck. His hands slid around the twink's waist, rubbing his stomach. Peter shivered and moaned in surprise, but as Joel started to grind against him, there wasn't anything he could to but give in. The two boys sandwiched Peter, bumping and grinding. Peter gave into it more and more, rubbing forward and back. He was sure he'd had some sort of accident and everything was just a delightful coma dream, but he wasn't going to say no to the affections of his two best friends. It was like a dream come true.

Peter shivered as Joel reached down to start lifting his shirt over his head. Peter complied and was disrobed of it. Cole, meanwhile, had focused on his pants. Even without looking, he seemed rather good at unbuttoning the jeans and unzipping them. He lowered the jeans slowly, realizing Peter had gone commando and had no undergarments on. Cole purred as well when he realized this. Feeling his pants pool around his ankles, Peter soon felt hard bulges grinding against the cleft of his ass and his groin. He panted hard, his chest rising and falling. He resumed the kiss with Joel, his hands exploring the muscled body of his crush. Joel was so big, his muscles huge. He was a dream... and all that was only fuelling the fire in his groin. Peter's cock hardened and extended, coming to full mast in little time at all.

Cole's hands moved over Peter, tracing his stomach, his chest, his arms. He was doing everything he would want to have done to him, but slowly his movements were becoming harder, more aggressive. Cole wasn't even sure why at first, but slowly his leather pants reverted to their rubber state, connecting themselves to the shirt, becoming one. Pockets disappeared, seams and buttons disappeared. Soon it was a neck to ankle one piece, but it wasn't staying that way. The rubber oozed out over his feet, covering his toes. It spiraled and sealed across his arms, obscuring all the flesh beneath... and it moved up his neck and across his face.

Cole could feel his teeth become fangs, his tongue extending six inches, twelve, then sixteen. The black slipped under his glasses, knocking them to the ground before vast white splotches appeared above them. The black slipped around his head before closing completely. As the last of his human flesh and hair disappeared beneath the goo, the symbiont took control. This was an issue too delicate to leave to a human, this was to be a new host. Coal licked and slurped Peter's neck before biting it gently with his fangs.

Peter cooed out in shock, his nipples hardening. He'd always dreamed of it being rough, but never from both friends. That was just too good to hope for. Coal's lap rippled as his huge shiny black cock emerged from its protective layer. It was over a foot long and as black as night. Coal brought the head to Peter's ass, sliding up and down between the cheeks before he angled and speared into him. Peter gasped out loud, his chest rising and falling quickly as he felt such an immense rod enter him. Peter's fingers dug into Joel's back.

"Cole, you're so big... and you even have a condom, that's amazing..." Peter groaned. Coal merely chuckled before he leaned in, slathering Peter's neck and ear with his alien tongue as his hips started to buck forward and back. Peter buffeted into Joel, unable to resist the force behind him, but feeling such force was inspiring Joel to be even more forward, or rather his symbiont. Just as the change started with Cole, so too did Joel's pants become part of the shirt. Big white stars appeared on his hips as the pants fused, becoming rubber before they spread over his feet. His tattooed arms were covered, the colors emerging through the latex in monochrome. Peter's eyes were squeezed tight in such bliss, unable to watch as Joel's head was subsumed by the creature, revealing another fang filled mouth and dripping tongue. The two symbionts had taken control from their hosts, pushing them out of the way. The symbiont that wanted to be known only as Star leaned in, pressing his maw to Peter's mouth.

The feel of the thick saliva, fangs and alien tongue caused Peter's eyes to snap open. His heart skipped a beat in fear at what he saw, his dream becoming a nightmare... but Before he could scream, Star's tongue had filled the twink's mouth and their lips meshed. Peter struggled, trying to get free but wicked black clawed hands held him in place and his mouth was full. Worst of all, he could tell it was starting to turn him on even more.

Like some sort of rag doll shared between two dogs, Peter bounced back and forth between Coal's cock and Star's lap. He bounced forward and back, his ass filled and his nipples pinched and tugged. He moaned louder and louder, his back arching, trying to make any noise but unable to... and then it happened. Peter's heart throbbed, his balls tugged up and his cock ppulsed before he unleashed his load. Eager to become a symbiont father, Star let himself reach orgasm, spraying black latex all over Peter's lap. The goo clung to his skin for a moment, trying to achieve a shape before it dribbled to the floor. It was too soon, it hadn't fully formed... Coal, however, had fully matured and was ready to bring yet another symbiont into the world of man.

Coal slammed forward and back mercilessly, shaking Peter almost violently in his lust, but as he did so he rammed the boy's prostate, slamming into him harder and faster. Peter moaned, drooling, going completely limp. It was too good to process; there was no way to cope. Lucky for Coal, he didn't need the human to cope. He thrust in, then again, and then he held himself as deeply as possible. Slowly Coal tipped his head back, letting out a growl... and the black flood started pouring into Peter.

Peter's eyes grew wide as the black leaked out of his ass, sliding over his cheeks, around his lap and across his groin. It covered his balls, then his shaft, creeping out to the very end before it started to delve into his cock... But unlike how it proceeded with Joel, it was still spreading out from Coal's cock. It just kept pouring and pouring, and as it did it spread. It covered Peter's legs, his feet, his toes... It slid up his stomach and back, crossing his pecs before spiraling down his arms and filling in. Peter moaned harder, still limp from exertion, held up between the two. He glanced down, watching his entire body being covered in black rubber before he felt it creep up his neck.

"Cole? Joel?" Peter whispered softly in fear. Star leaned in to kiss the human again, though Coal's tongue slipped around the human's neck and entered as well. As scared as Peter was, he relaxed a bit with the two tongues teasing his mouth. The forming symbiont spread over Peter's cheeks and chin, around his lips and across his nose, covering his eyes and cheeks and ears before advancing around his scalp. The rubber pulled apart around Peter's mouth as it flooded in and down his throat, new fangs and a tongue forming. The black closed off at the back of Peter's head and suddenly the human's body went rigid. Coal and Star watched eagerly, wondering what shape the symbiont would take, how it would imprint on its master.

The goo covering Peter tapped into his mind and began to take shape, but no eye slits formed... His head remained entirely black. His mouth opened and his tongue whipped out. He sniffed the air, breathing deep. It was as if he was a beast that needed no eyes to stock its prey, only the smell. He reached out to trail his large clawed hand down Star's head, caressing his lover before he clenched his ass tight around Coal's cock. He knew the two, they were his family, his clan... just as the hosts were together. Slowly a large white clawed paw print formed on Peter's chest, giving him his emblem, his mark... and with that, the three were bonded, together and complete... but it was only the start.