This choice: Spread to High Schoolers (with a side of co-eds) • Go Back...Chapter #16Spread to High Schoolers (with a side of co-eds) by: That One Guy   You take a long drag of your cigarette, and let a shiver run up your spine as two of your hosts cum simultaneously. From the driver’s seat of your car you watch a glob of blue liquid slither through the front yard of the Cooper residence. It’s very early in the morning (about 2 AM), and while you’re sure you might look fairly suspicious parked in the middle of the street as you are, you don’t actually care at the moment. You watch as your goo body sniffs for a crack under the front door to slip through, and are disappointed when it finds none.
You’re not perturbed, however, as after a few minutes the door creaks open a slight crack to permit entrance. You blow out a long trail of smoke as the goo disappears into the house, then put the car in drive and roll through the streets as quietly as you can. On the other side of the door, you scoop up the wad –enough to control 4 people- and slurp it down quietly. Then you silently close and lock the door, and pad back upstairs.
It’s not the first time you’ve executed such a maneuver tonight, and it isn’t be the last, as you repeat the same maneuver with Anne and Catherine, leaving them enough to add six between them.
However, you’re not finished, and once you’ve dropped off your last payload you head towards Caleb’s neighborhood. His warning rings fresh in your mind; if the military grills him like he claimed they had before, you’re not confident in your friend’s ability to keep a secret. So the easiest way to prevent him from giving you up, you realize, is to wipe his memory like you had your previous hosts. However, once you reach the neighborhood you come to a stop; the military was suspicious enough to inject Caleb with whatever liquid they invented that was supposed to eject you from a host. There’s no telling how closely they’d watch him from now on, so you can’t rule out the possibility that they set up a 24-hour watch. If they peg K.C.’s car, it could spell trouble for you.
Giving it a moment’s thought, you roll down the passenger side window and slowly turn into the street. Surely, if you act natural enough and give no special attention to the Ryerson house, the military would have no reason to suspect you. Once you reach his house, you fling a worm through the window and keep rolling. It lands on the front yard and scuttles toward the back of the house.
By the time you park K.C.’s car in front of her house and slip into her bed, you’ve already slipped inside Caleb’s house, taken him over, and set about rearranging his mind.
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Gloria Ryerson regards you haggardly from behind the mirror. Though you’ve schooled her appearance into its normal look, you can’t seem to remove the weariness from her eyes. Once you’d finished erasing any incriminating memories of yourself and your hosts from Caleb’s mind and replaced them, you had moved from him over to his mother where you erased her mind of any contact with Fatima. Your son is belligerent and a bit standoffish, but you’ve slowly grown used to it over the week. Ever since the accident and the interrogations, he hasn’t been the same.
You leave him alone, however, and take a quick trip to the grocery store. As you push your cart through the aisles, you’re suddenly stopped by a blonde woman.
“Excuse me, I know this is out of nowhere, but I love your outfit!” the woman enthuses.
“Oh, uh… thank you.” The outfit itself is actually nothing special, just jeans and a sweater, but you don’t bother to say that.
“Where did you get it from?”
“Larsen’s, actually.”
“Well, it looks great on you! I’m Kelly. Kelly Cooper.”
“Gloria Ryerson,” you say, and the two of you shake hands. Kelly, however, takes it a step further and pulls you into a hug. You awkwardly hold the pose for a good five seconds before she separates, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder. You respond by coughing your worm up directly onto her face.
“Goodness gracious.” you say, gently snorting the worm that crawls into your nose as Mrs. Ryerson slumps against you. “Some people have no manners.” She’s disoriented when she wakes up, and you cluck over her until she rights herself.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Gloria,” you tell her cheerfully as you wheel the cart away, leaving a concerned and shaken woman behind. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”
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“Oh, you would not believe who I ran into at the store!” you announce as you open the door to your house and saunter in, attracting the attention of your only daughter.
“Hm?” you say, looking up from your laptop where you are browsing Chelsea’s usual social media feeds. “Who?”
“Gloria Ryerson!” you say, only to frown at the blank look she gives you. “Caleb’s mother?”
“Oh. And?” You let out a sigh of exasperation.
“AND you’ll never guess what she had with her.” As Chelsea, you raise an eyebrow at your mother’s gushing; as Mrs. Cooper you ignore the look and let your tongue roll out. A blue worm clings to it passively.
Chelsea gasps, and hops up off the couch so she can pluck the worm from her mother and swallow it down.
“So what’s the plan now, sweetie?” Mrs. Cooper asks as she saunters over to the kitchen and begins pulling out groceries.
“I’m not sure,” you have Chelsea admit, trotting her over to help with the chore.
“That’s unusual. Chelsea always has a plan.”
“Oh, obviously Chelsea Cooper’s got a plan: take over Gordon and all her closest rivals so she can keep them under her thumb.”
“And that’s not what you want? The alpha male of Westside and some of its most beautiful girls?”
“I’ll content myself with Gordon. Chelsea could keep the others in line without me, so I don’t need to be in them.”
“And the extra?”
“Insurance, for when I decide to pick up someone.”
“And what about the others?”
“They’ll be drafting their own picks. No reason for the Coopers to be the only ones having fun.”
“Why Chelsea, that’s very selfless of you!”
“Just spreading the love, mom.”
“Speaking of spreading the love,” a new voice says, wrapping masculine arms around Mrs. Cooper’s waist. Mrs. Cooper giggles and leans back into her husband’s embrace. “Chelsea, I’m going to have to steal your mother away for a bit.” As Chelsea, you grimace but say nothing as Rob Cooper spirits Kelly Cooper up the stairs to their bedroom. You’re finished with putting the groceries away, in any case, so you sit Chelsea back down on the couch and work yourself into a state while you put Mr. and Mrs. Cooper to fucking each other. The idea of making other people –including her family- her puppets is a concept that gets her very, very aroused, and even though she herself is a puppet her mind whirls with possibilities that only serve to make her more aroused.
You let a soft mewl escape your throat, and bring three bodies to a thrumming, satisfying climax. Once you’ve recovered, you type up an invite for Gordon to come over.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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