This choice: Spread to Co-eds (with a side of high schoolers) • Go Back...Chapter #16Spread to Co-eds (with a side of high schoolers) 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 take over about five people, you estimate- and cradle it in the palm of your hands. Then you silently close and lock the door, and pad back upstairs. On your way back, as you creep down the hallway to Chelsea's room you drop the goo to the floor. It splits into three parts and crawls under the doorways to the rest of the family.
By the time you’ve made a similar drop off at another host’s abode and have tucked K.C. back into her bed, you’re already steadily digesting the Cooper family.
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You let out a long, laborious sigh. Anne Starkley works as a barista at a small coffee shop near Keyserling called “The Flying Saucer” that is only a step or two above “hole in the wall” status, and business is slow today. Granted, it was always fairly slow on Saturdays, and the place isn’t exactly known for being busy -what with the larger Starbucks a few minutes away- but this was a slow day among slow days. It’s the sort of menial task you’d put Anne on autopilot for, but your plans require you to be in full control of her. The shop’s customer base is dominated by Keyserling students, so it’s through Anne that you plan to sprinkle yourself into the college campus.
“Hey, don’t look so down, Anne,” Cecilia Lane, college junior and Anne’s favorite co-worker, teases, “you’re gonna scare away the customers.”
“Sorry, Cecilia,” you apologize sheepishly. “I’m just getting antsy.”
“I know how you feel; less people means fewer tips.” The two of you grimace –neither of you is a fan of not being paid well.
“Well, at least I’m the sooner I can get off work, the sooner I can enjoy my Saturday with my boyfriend.”
The two of you converse for a while longer, until a black-haired woman walks in. Neither you nor Anne recognizes her, but a few of your other hosts certainly do; her name is Elise Turner, and she is a student at Keyserling, not to mention the girlfriend of one Jordan Cooper, Chelsea’s older brother. Though you’ve seen her in memories this is the first time you’ve seen her in person, and even as you cheerfully take her order –one chai tea- you are sizing her up.
Elise is lean and rangy, and she cuts a lovely figure in a tank top beneath an open tartan shirt. Her dark, straight hair cascades from under a black, wide-brimmed hat and settles just past her shoulders, framing a face that is strong and toned, and seems to have a hint of regality to it. Her skin is lightly tanned and possesses few blemishes.
As you prepare the tea, you glance back to see that she is tapping away on her phone, responding to a text you shot her from Jordan’s phone asking to meet up later; Cecilia has headed to the break room, so you feel perfectly secure in taking a worm from your apron and slipping it into the clear cup. The iridescent blue goo disappears as you pour the chai on top of it.
“Here you go!” you say brightly, handing over the beverage. Elise takes it with an absentminded thanks and sits herself at a table. The first sip is thinker than she expects, but once you’ve got her recovered you set the cup down and look blankly out the window. You’ve no intention of releasing Elise from your control, so instead you rummage through her mind while you examine your new body. You lightly flex her thin, soft fingers and examine the red polish on her new nails; you rotate your feet inside the ankle boots; surreptitiously, you run a hand over your flat tummy and the swell of your breasts. Even without diving into her memories, you can tell that Elise enjoys keeping herself in very good shape, not unlike your other athletic hosts.
The next person that walks in is a tall, lean young man with chocolate-toned skin and glasses. He’s not wholly unattractive either, and you can see lean muscle beneath his clothes, so you decide to spike his coffee as well. He’s outside when he takes a long drink, which gives you plenty of time to recover his consciousness before the cup slips from his hands. Once that’s done, you walk Virgil Jones back inside and sit him silently across from Elise so you can ransack his mind as well.
An hour passes, and you take no one else until near the end of your shift, when a gorgeous brunette dressed in a tight white t-shirt that does nothing but accentuate her breasts walks in and orders a latte. You wait until she’s out of view of your hosts before you let her suck you into the straw. And then, once you have control of her, you dump the drink in the trash and steer her over to the main campus where you eventually find a tree to lay her under and begin digesting her personality.
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You sigh as the hot water runs over you, letting your hands roam along your taut, lean body. You’re a bit sore after your morning run (so eager you were to test your new body that you ran it harder than your host’s usual want) but Catherine Muskov is long since used to the feeling so it barely bothers you as you run your hands gently over your soft skin, feeling the hard muscle underneath. You bite your lip as you tenderly grope a breast and tweak a rosy nipple, lowering the other hand so it can massage your bush. It isn’t the first time you satisfied yourself in this body, but it’s the first since you’ve fully gained control of her personality. You let out a low, throaty growl as you flick your clit, sending electric shocks up your spine that resonate within you like an echo chamber until, with a gasp, you finally cum.
After that you’re quick to finish the shower and get in front of the mirror: Catherine isn’t exactly built, but she’s firm and tall. Her brown hair settles naturally behind her shoulders, and her eyes watch you curiously from behind the mirror. She flicks you a knowing smile and bites her lower lip in a way that she knows drives her boyfriend wild. You’re interrupted when your phone vibrates from its spot on the sink counter; a text from your boyfriend Michael asking if you’d like to hang out today. You send a response asking it be later in the day –today is her parents’ anniversary so you’ll have the house to yourself while they’re out.
That done, you skip back to your room and begin dressing. Catherine likes to blast through all her weekend homework on Saturday, so you plan on finishing ASAP to free up more time to play.
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"Penny for your thoughts, sweetie?" You glance up at your mother, who is looking at you inquisitively.
"Oh, nothing," you say, glancing back down at the laptop that rests on your legs. Numerous tabs for Chelsea's various social media accounts are open. "Just thinking about what to do next."
"What do you mean, hun?"
"I mean what my next move is going to be. Like, if I should move out of you and dad."
"Well, why ever would you want to do that? You've only just moved in!"
"I know, I know, but I'm thinking if I can move most of my goo into college I'll have a better chance of avoiding the military."
"Why don't we use the two extras we have before you think of anything like that? And once you've got them inside of someone, then we can discuss leaving us?" As Chelsea, you frown.
"I... guess that's a good idea."
"I'm glad you think so!" You sit down on the couch and give your daughter a hug. "Besides, what happened to all the stuff you told Caleb? About how taking a family unit makes you feel more grounded?" Chelsea nods slowly, thoughtfully. You give her a motherly kiss on the cheek. "Just give the Coopers a chance, David. I'm sure we won't disappoint."
"Hey, mom?" you finally speak up, after a minute of silence.
"Yes, Chelsea?"
"Who do you think's a good recruit for us?"
"Hm... well, Mary certainly wouldn't hurt, don'tcha think?"
"I dunno if I'm ready to face my family again."
"Well no one's saying you have to stay in her for long, but if you insist. How about Lucy Vredenburg? You were quite the fan of her ever since you entered high school." Now there's a thought; Lucy Vredenburg, older sister of Chelsea's rival on the squad by two years, was the cheerleading captain before Chelsea took up the mantle. She's also drop dead gorgeous, which helps. Meanwhile, you've slipped both Elise and Virgil a worm each as Anne leaves work to meet her boyfriend.
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