“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” Marc-you tells Kendra-you facetiously as she climbs into the passenger side of the car.
“Maybe. Or maybe not,” she replies with a lazy smile. You return it with one of your own, then lean over and press your lips to hers. This time she is more than happy to reciprocate. “I missed you, babe,” Kendra-you continues once you’ve pried yourselves apart and buckled her seatbelt. She bites her lip as you pull away from the curb. “We could have some more fun, you know, now that I’m all settled in.”
“Let’s focus on doing this before we think about what comes next,” Marc-you replies. Though you can just barely see it through Kendra's eyes, you are acutely aware of the organ swelling beneath Marc’s jeans, apparently recovered from its recent workout. “Operation: Cooper D’etat begins now!”
Kendra-you grimaces. “I'd give that name a ‘C’, at best.”
“C for Chelsea?” Marc-you chortles. Kendra-you rolls her eyes. “Come on, I think that was pretty clever.”
“Just go, Marc.”
And where you are going is to pick up Gloria and Chelsea on the way to your ultimate destination. While the Garners were getting to know your new hostess, Kendra-you was devising a plan to bring Chelsea into your fold. With her clever mind, you had easily and quickly come up with a trap that you were very happy with.
First, Kendra-you texted Chelsea to inform her that Marc wanted to meet today to continue the discussion. Told him only if u n Gloria cud come n he said y, she’d continued. Then, after a 90-second eternity, added, u said u’d help rite??
chill I was telling Gloria Chelsea had replied almost instantly. ofc we’ll help. Tell him 2b at my place n 45 min
Kendra-you had been quick (but not too quick!) and tell Chelsea that she’d tell him that, and from there they would all head over to the library in Marc’s car.
That had given you plenty of time to make sure that Marc-you had his share of fun with Cindy before leaving to get ready; it also gave Kendra enough time to get herself looking on point by the time the minivan pulled up in front of the Saunders house.
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“Howdy, girls,” Marc-you says as Chelsea and Gloria climb into the minivan. Chelsea sits behind Kendra, and Gloria settles into the seat behind Marc. “Kendra says you wanna help out with this documentary thing we’re trying to do?”
“Something like that!” Chelsea chirps. “She didn’t get into specifics though, so could you fill us in?”
The pitch you give is similar to the pitch you gave days ago, except today you have the benefit of an ally; Kendra shows much more enthusiasm about the project today, and is happy to chime in with specifics. Though she put them forth as suggestions, the details were all thought up by you and your extra minds days ago and discussed in hushed tones by Eva and Jessica during the late hours. Chelsea does the better job pretending to be interested, sometimes asking questions and even offering suggestions that, while less helpful than they sound, Marc-you is nonetheless happy to answer.
Gloria asks fewer questions, and you notice that she keeps glancing skeptically out the window as you stay on the outskirts of the city. Chelsea does the same, though she’s subtler about it. You make sure to fill the car with chatter, though, so they don’t get a chance to ask until after Marc-you has pulled the minivan up to the Suffolk Wilderness Park.
“Kendra didn’t tell you? I have to make a stop first, then we can head over to the library,” Marc-you tells them. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”
A thick silence hangs in the car after he jogs away. Then:
“What the hell was that?”
Kendra-you turns, bewildered. “What?”
“Could you be any more obvious, Kendra?” Chelsea hisses scornfully. “What part of ‘not too strong’ didn’t you hear?! Gawd, I thought you were gonna try to suck him off while he was still driving!”
“I wasn’t-! I’m not-!” you flush. Though you can only see her from the corner of your eye, you just know a smirk is curling up Gloria’s face. “I was just being interested in the video!”
“Being interested in him shoving his tongue down your throat, more like,” Gloria smirks. You turn an indignant look towards her.
There’s that damn smirk.
I’m about to shove something up your-!
“If this is what you meant by ‘just talked’, I’m amazed he invited you again,” Chelsea scowls. “You should be smarter than this. You are smarter than this. What's going on? Are you PMSing or something?”
“What the fu-? No!” Kendra-you winces at how shrill the indignation turns her voice but continues. “That’s not even a thing PMS does!”
"How would you know?" Chelsea asks, and the haughty confidence in her voice makes Kendra-you falter. ‘Shit, does she know something I don’t?’
"Because I would have known by now."
It’s a weak retort, though, and you all know it. But before the conversation can go any deeper into Kendra’s –or your own— knowledge (or potential lack thereof) about the side effects of menstruation, you spring your trap.
“Maybe you shou-aagh!” The snide remark dies in Gloria’s throat, cut short by a choked gasp. Something gooey and squirmy has just emerged from between the seat cushions and crawled up her ass. She stiffens, and her eyes bulge. Then she slumps into her seat.
“Gloria? Gloria!” Chelsea looks legitimately disconcerted when Gloria’s head lolls to the side. You, though, feel nothing but pleasure at the fresh set of emergent senses, despite the concerned expression Kendra wears.
And that’s when Marc-you throws the car door open and presses Chelsea into the seat.
“What the fuck?!” Chelsea squeals. She struggles to break free of his grasp, but he is much too strong, and she can’t do more than flail uselessly. “Marc, wha-?“
"Sorry to spring this on you so suddenly,” Kendra-you interrupts, now dropping any pretense of worry and turning fully in her seat to face Chelsea. As her wide blue eyes flicker over towards you, you continue in Kendra’s usual smug singsong, "Marc and I just wanted to make sure we're all on the same team before we give you the real, juicy story." You make a show of reaching into your mouth and pulling from it a long strand of something that looks like gum. You make sure Chelsea can see it stretch before you snap it off. Her eyes alight with confusion as you hold the worm-like gummy out before her; they bulge when it starts to wriggle about.
“What the fu-?” Again, you cut her off.
“Truth is, I was bullshitting you. I did manage to hook Marc that day. Though, it’s more like he managed to hook me.” You sigh dreamily and roll the gooey thing between your fingers. “It was like an old Disney movie. Just one kiss, and then I was his.” With a giggle, you lean forward and plant a wet kiss on Marc’s cheek. You rest your chin on his shoulder and smile poisonously at Chelsea. “But you know what they say about how sharing is caring. So I thought, why don’t I get my two best girlfriends the hookup, too, you know? Gloria,” you address your new self as she shudders to life, “could you make sure our little party is private? I don’t want anyone interrupting and Marc has his hands full.”
Despite the odd throbbing in her bowels, she smirks. “You got it.”
“Gloria, help!” Chelsea squeals as Gloria-you slides the door open. You ignore her and shut the door, then make your way to the other side of the car. She wilts for a moment, then with renewed desperation returns to her shrill screeching: “Let me go, you-!”
“Tsk. First, you want us to work together, and now that Gloria and I are on the same wavelength, you’re not into it anymore? You need to make up your mind, girl,” Kendra-you, shakes her head and scoffs. “Better yet, you need to let us make it up for you.”
Gloria-you climbs in and slides the door closed behind her. “Move over, Prince Charming,” she grunts, bumping Marc-you over to the adjacent seat. Before Chelsea can move, Gloria-you has already pinned her back to the seat. “I want to hold her down for this.”
“See? That’s what being a team player is all about,” Kendra-you says imperiously. “You might learn something, Chelsea… if you paid attention.” Chelsea moans in terror as you use Gloria’s legs to pry apart hers, and by the time Kendra-you has clambered over the central armrest and hooked a finger into Chelsea’s shorts to pull it away from her slim waist her eyes are rolling wildly in their sockets. She screws them shut when tears spring into them.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” you coo. Marc-you watches Kendra-you’s eyes and smile glint hungrily as she places the fat slug into Chelsea’s panties. Chelsea’s thrashing becomes more desperate as she feels it move through her bush. “You’re about to be part of a Dream Team. And once you’re one of us, we can really pull together for the good of the squad.”
Chelsea yelps and shrieks as the goo slips over her clit and into her vagina. At their house, Jessica and Eva briefly stop double-teaming Cindy-you so they can trade satisfied smirks. That same smirk crosses Marc’s face as the parasite melts into the soft walls surrounding it –to acquaint itself better with its new host. It is followed closely behind by a second worm coming out of hiding to penetrate her rear. The shrieks of horror quickly give way to screams of orgasmic pleasure. With seven mouths, you smile. With seven throats, you sigh.
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