Empty Vessels

IT’S JUST INTERGALACTIC POLITICS

“Zellnor! How many times do I have to tell you!” screeched the crackly voice of my commander. “Get back into your pod! You don’t want to draw attention!”

Messages from our mothership are beamed directly into my brain. Needless to say, his desperate shouts gave me a splitting headache.

I slithered out of the sweaty gym bag and back inside my pod. My outer membrane fused to my pod’s powerful back, closing it tight. I blinked a few times, and the lumbering beast came back online.

“Hello again, Boris,” I mumbled to myself. My slurry speech is tinted with Slavic undertones.

My target was standing directly in front of me, dressing a fancy hotdog. There was no more time for play. It was time for action.

Scanning the bowling alley and arcade, I drew in a sharp breath. All eyes were on me. I guess picking up a half-naked monster from the gym next door was always going to attract attention. (Never mind the fact that a “giant alien slug” just slid into his back. That’s what they call us, anyway.)

Fortunately, my next home– a chunky young congressman from Philadelphia–  didn’t get the memo. I would have to make my move, and fast.

Flexing my hands, I felt a rush of adrenaline pump through my flesh-pod. My oversized muscles grew hard and tense, pumping themselves up for the task at hand.

Choosing Boris may have been going a tad overboard… but the congressman had been a defensive lineman back in the day. He’s out of shape now, but he has a sturdy frame. I needed someone who could easily overpower him and– as two talons slid out of my internal body and hooked into Boris’s prostate– someone virile.

As I hijacked Boris’s reproductive system, I felt his cock jerk, and his balls fill. The burst of alien testosterone I secreted into him caused his nervous system to rev into high gear, and an added burst of adrenaline gave his senses laser-like focus. His meaty limbs began to shake as his considerable muscles inflated like a blow-fish under attack. His skin was pulled tight restraining the results of being instantly and painfully pumped up. I checked the mirror and Boris loomed back. The increased size made him appear terrifying.

Now all this body needed was a good fuck.

When the congressman brought the hotdog to his mouth, I grabbed him by the back of the collar. He began to protest, but once he caught sight of the size of the man that was dragging him into the bathroom, he fell into a stunned silence. He was no match for this Eastern European steroid depository.

Slamming the restroom door shut behind us, I engaged the lock. Clutching him by the buttons on his shirt, I pressed my bulky body against his, slamming him against the wall. His hands ran down my sweaty chest through the tufts of dark hair, attempting to get a grip on something. To find some way to hurt me. But my arms and body were too swollen for his hand to get around.

Unable to help myself, I dove into his mouth. I just want to taste him… once.

The moment my thick tongue collides with his, my burly body makes automatic, animalistic grunts. I pant against his unwelcome lips.

Suddenly, my hands couldn’t move fast enough. My cock feels ready to burst. I throw him to the ground and pull down his pants, then clumsily guide the lumbering Boris into him.

Greased only by the leftover sweat from Boris’s workout, I wrap my hands around his hips and force myself deep inside. Boris’s domineering hips began to buck. I let the human body’s natural impulses take over.

Face against the tile; the congressman moans as I fuck him mercilessly. Boris’s eyes catch sight of himself in the mirror, and I can’t look away. The vision of this body in full-on domination mode in combination with the friction between my thighs inspires utter ecstasy.

A rush overcomes my body, and liquid metal fills Boris’s testicles. As I shoot it into the human receptacle before me, I watch the congressman’s face freeze as liquid spikes slice through his body in all directions, from his brain to his feet. His body puffs out slightly as an alien exoskeleton hardens and takes shape. Under his shirt, I see sharp ridges rise on his back. Next, his eyes roll back in his head and his mouth drops open, signalling that he is ready to be boarded.

I lay down beside him and exit through Boris’s back, then slither under the congressman’s shirt and inside my new, permanent home.

Sorry about this, Ben. It’s just… intergalactic politics.

My membrane fuses the congressman’s back and I bring my new pod online. Clearing my throat, I try my new voice on for size, simultaneously broadcasting it to my ship signaling success.

“Congressman Benjamin Michaels, reporting for duty. A vote for me is a vote for you.”

As the cheers erupt in my ears, I stand upright and examine myself in the mirror, singing softly, “I’m just a Ben. Yes, I’m only a Ben. And I’m going down to capital hill…”

I have a weakness for class human television. What can I say? Chalk it up to nostalgia.

My line of sight catches Boris, my abandoned pod. Still fresh from habitation and winding down, his body twitches. My eyes widen at a welcome discovery…

He’s still hard! That will make retrieving his exoskeleton easy. I can’t leave any trace of foreign invasion.

I grin at my reflection as I slip a finger into my new asshole. The congressman’s pants are still around his ankles. As I finger him, I watch his body react– taking delight in human pleasure.

Lowering myself onto Boris’s cock– slowly, because the congressman is sore from the forced entry– I place my hands on Boris’s massive muscle-tits for stability. Boris flexes automatically as I ride him, his unconscious body reinvigorated by the exoskeleton powering the pod’s reproductive system.

Frantic pounding erupts from the other side of the door.

“Congressman! Are you okay?” A voice calls in alarm.

I ride the shell of the impossibly buff European faster, arching backward and pushing against the floor for support. The veins in Boris’s neck bulges as he gets close, and his hips quake underneath me.

As his exoskeleton flows into me, his face betrays a glimmer of life, straining from the massive orgasm. Suddenly his eyes pop open as I continue to ride him, seeking my own bliss.

He opens his mouth to speak and I place a finger to his lips as I orgasm. My new cock spurts a thick rope of cum onto his chest, and at the sight of it, he throws his head back and orgasms again.

The knocking gives way to heavier thumps at the door. Someone is trying to break it down. Moving quickly, I run a hand along Boris’s back. No ridges. He should be clean.

Boris, still jacked up on my testosterone, hungrily licks my shoulder.

“More,” he groans as his over-stimulated eyes dilate. “I want more.”

I peel myself off of him and spread his hairy legs. Burying my face in his ass, I keep my eyes glues onto Boris’s throbbing cock while saying my goodbye with a series of hot puffs of air and gluttonous licks. His cock bubbles with a continuous stream of cum, like a fountain. His divine groans bounce off of the walls.

He cries out in frustration as I begrudgingly pull myself away, and he starts to jerk himself as his eyes hungrily climb up and down my body. After inhabiting him, he will never want anyone else; he will never fantasize about anyone else… but me.

Pulling up my pants, I cross to the door and pop it open, leaving the sexually confused and horny meathead on the floor to take the rap. The police push past me, struggling to stop Boris from touching himself long enough to get the handcuffs on.

Sexually assaulting a Congressman, Boris? Not smart. They are going to put you away for a long time. Well, at least until the next election.

Brandon let out an annoyed sigh mid-bite as his TV screen become full of static. “Urgh, again?! This is like the third time this month.” He had really been hoping this weekend would be different. The game was on and Brandon had made sure to make it clear today was supposed to be his day. “This better be important.”

As if to respond to him, some kind of black, gooey creature began pouring out of his TV. Still, Brandon remained calm. His heart was racing, and the bulge inside his cargo shorts began to tent out. As much as he tried to act as though this was an inconvenience, he couldn’t help but be aroused as the entity began slithering closer. It stopped a few inches from Brandon, its thin, snake-like body just hovering in the air as if to judge Brandon’s reaction. Was it observing him? Was it debating where it would enter this time? Each second felt like an eternity, and Brandon was soon growing irritated at this unwanted edging session.

Face growing red, Brandon shouted, “J-Just make it quick, all right? Stop holding me in suspense!” He cried out, slamming his fists on the couch like a child throwing a tantrum. Its thin, gooey body shot forward and struck itself into Brandon’s ear. “NRGH!” His whole body seized immediately after the creature made contact with skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the invasive process overloaded his body with pleasure. “Urgh… ahhh… haaah… oh yeah…! Get in there!” Brandon shouted, humping the air as this creature took him over.

Was it the tenth or the hundredth time this had happened? Brandon lost count long ago, and he took a certain sense of pride in that. Despite the years this creature still enjoyed high-jacking him and taking over his body to use for its own devious plans.

“Yes, please…!” panted Brandon, his mouth agape as his fingers squeezed the sofa. Static began clouding his vision as it always did. He could feel the creature slithering through his mind and filling the space in his skull. This was always the best part. Once it got inside and began filling the wrinkles in his brain, it would spread down his spine and throughout his entire nervous system. He likened to extreme bondage—his body completely immobile by his will and completely at the mercy of another. At first he was a shamed and even disgusted by this sensation. But now he was truly and utterly in love with it, so much so that he had bought his own set of rope in hopes that this entity would use it for its own sick pleasure.

“Nrgh… fuck, fuck! Yes, fill me up! Take me over and use me like a puppet!” Brandon shouted before it was too late. “AHH! Fuck, fuck! YEEEES!” he bellowed out, his best perked as he arched his back. It was as if he had gripped a live-wire of pure pleasure. His whole body lit up in one continuous, orgasm as his nervous system went haywire. His brain was lit up like a pinball machine as every inch of his body tensed up. “Hrck…! Nrrgh… ahhhh…!” Brandon could even move his mouth, only letting out guttural cries as his cock spewed out rope after rope of electrifying cum into his cargo shorts. His body continued convulsing afterwards, until it suddenly stopped and he collapsed, eyes shut, back onto the couch.

Brandon opened his eyes once more, and gone was the simple yet genuine gleam they usually had. Instead, his gaze was much sharper, more calculating. He took off his shorts and pulled at the front of his boxers to stare at the mess he had made. “Pathetic human,” he sneered as he licked all the cum he could scoop up. “Your discharge is my sustenance. If you go about wasting it how will I be able to properly feed?” Yet it could not deny the heavenly taste of the ambrosia Brandon produced. It acted high and mighty, but the truth was that this creature was utterly addicted to Brandon’s semen. It had tasted plenty of other men in the past, but Brandon was the only one it couldn’t live without. So even though it spent its days searching for a replacement and keep its distance, it always returned to Brandon.

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Slipped: Delicacy

Previously in "Slipped": The alien group and Edmund were separated. While Blue, Red, and Pink, along with Edmund, took refuge in a fraternity mansion, Purple, White, and Black stayed behind, where they were ambushed. Before the attack, they managed to establish a mental connection with Pink, who gave them a single clue to reunite before the connection weakened: Delicacy. Slipped: Do You Read Me? We Are In Trouble

Meanwhile, the town of Greendale had been completely invaded by the same race as our group of protagonists, infecting all its inhabitants with saliva and other human fluids in order to gain control of the area and find the members of the resistance: Slipped - Invasion

White's mind was still racing, a jumble of memories about himself, the body he inhabited, the delicious scent that seeped from his armpit, inhaling it like an idiot.

— Hehe… – he murmured in a low, almost idiotic tone.

— Do you think this is okay? – Purple muttered into the darkness of the forest; dawn was almost upon us. Black just shrugged without saying a word, still carrying poor White, who had been subjected to a detachment process. He and his human host were still trying to form a fragile bond to recover. But until that happened, he would continue babbling nonsense, wriggling in Black's arms like a sleepy, unconscious puppy.

— My feet hurt. We've been walking all night. What's this supposed to be “delicacy”?! We should have told Pink to talk to Blue, or at least to Red! What the hell are we going to do?!

The three of them made slow progress. It turned out that sneaking through the forest was more difficult than they had thought. By sheer luck, they had managed to evade the Oblivarian forces and their darts; but it was like playing Russian roulette in the dark. One wrong step, and they would be back in their sights. Black kept his gaze fixed ahead, his brain trying to find the necessary clues to decipher the secret message. Delicacy? What could that be? Was it some kind of... gay code? He squinted; he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, that was more White's or Blue's domain, but with one completely out of it and the other who-knows-how-many miles away, he had no other choice.

He tried to get the gears turning in his head, but the fact that White's nose was insistently rubbing against his armpits and his new pecs wasn't helping much. He grunted, somewhat annoyed, trying to reposition him, but the other one always returned to the same position, rubbing and inhaling the guy's pungent armpit odor as if it were an addiction.

Like he was a... Wait a minute! Black swatted Purple's hand to make him turn around.

— Ouch! What's wrong with you?! These human feet are killing me!

The mute alien moved his hands, trying his best without letting go of his friend, tracing a few things on his palm, trying to form letters.

— G?

He nodded.

— And... N? – He shook his head – W? 30?

Black almost wanted to facepalm in frustration. He huffed, inhaling deeply and trying to relax as much as possible. He carefully laid White down on the damp grass to free his hands, then immediately raised his arms, flexing them forcefully, bulging and chubby. He pointed to his own smelly armpit. Purple looked at him, somewhat confused.

— Um... I think it's great that you're proud of the body you have now, buddy, but- 

His patience ran out. The stronger one grabbed him by the nape of the neck and slammed him down, rubbing his nose hard to see if the stench would make his neurons work better. The leader gasped and whimpered a little, foolish and confused by the aroma that stung his nostrils but smelled so damn good. It reeked of dirty laundry, that earthy stench, heavy with testosterone, smelling like a dirty locker room and sweaty athletes, hehe... His eyes widened in shock.

He quickly pulled away, gasping for air, and wiped his nose on his forearm so the aroma wouldn't continue to mess with his neurons.

— Black! You're a genius, buddy!

Edmund paced back and forth inside the commercial premises, his nails now almost worn down to the quick, his nerves the only thing that filled his mind at that moment, anxious and on the verge of despair.

— Don't you think it's getting late? What if they found them? What if-

— Relax, will you? You're making me nervous – Red rolled his eyes, frustrated, and leaned back against the chair – They'll be here, they're fine, that's why they have Black with them, just breathe and- Will you stop pacing like a lost goat?!

— Sorry! I'm trying!

Pink watched all the chaos unfold from his comfortable position, simply taking photos and making sure to accentuate his hips while exercising in the middle of the "empty" gym.

It turned out that Pink's plan was to lead the others to nothing less than a gym. Why? They could get new bodies; it was like entering a store with elegant, fleshy suits. They could also regain strength, smell a little of this and that. If it tasted like ambrosia or delicacy, perhaps it could act the same way.

Besides, it was a discreet place, close to the forest. They could follow the memories of their own bodies or even their connection to Edmund. If they didn't want to attract too much attention, they just needed to close the doors. Or at least that would have been the best option before letting in several sweaty men who thought their day would be ordinary like any other, and who were now on the floor, groaning, sweating, their hardened tools pressed against their tight shorts. 

— Mfhhhh – one of them grunted, shifting awkwardly. Red shushed him with his sweaty foot.

— Shh, how long do I have to keep you like this? Wouldn't it be better if you were doing something fun for us? – Red narrowed his eyes, thinking that watching so many guys lying around doing nothing was a waste of time.

— Not yet. We don't want anyone to know you're here. It would be weird to see people in the gym, but we don't let anyone in.

— So? You're wasting your time! Besides, where the hell is Blue?

It turned out that Blue was having a... little bit more fun. After all, there were so many bodies at his disposal that he could change as much as he wanted. Between guys with enormous pecs, biceps the size of grapefruits, sculpted abs, or glutes like a Greek god, it was a whole menu to drive him crazy going in and out of other bodies.

It was easy; he just had to enter through the mouth, and what better way to do it than through kisses? Whenever he got tired of one body and wanted to spice things up, he'd simply grab another one of those goofy jocks by the shoulders and kiss him intensely, their wet lips and tongues clashing like tectonic plates as his true slime form slid down one's throat, ready to take control of another, far more muscular body than the last.

And why was the one who was supposed to be the smartest, most withdrawn, thoughtful, and calmest of the six going crazy, trying out body after body after body? The answer was simple, and it boiled down to the only human in the place who hadn't fried his brain: Edmund. 

Blue wouldn't say it out loud, but he definitely found him attractive, with that gentle smile, the shape of his defined curls, the bright copper color of his eyes that seemed to sparkle like dawn when the sun hit them. He knew he'd only known him for a few days, and they hadn't exactly started off on the right foot (damn, he'd even been inside him), but his heart raced just thinking about him, his laugh, the scent of his body. And let's just say... being in sync with him for a while felt like being in paradise. Besides, he'd given him access to his memories, and with that, the key to which bodies he liked best was unlocked.

— Maybe... Too old – he grimaced as he flexed his biceps inside a man who looked about... 35? He had no idea. He had good muscles, a good face, smooth skin, and great pecs, like pillows, but even so, he felt he was too much for Edmund.

— Now so skinny – the saliva of the previous guy was still imprinted on his new lips. The guy had a good body, but it just wasn't… what he was looking for. He wanted more muscle, juicy pecs along with a nice ass, and huge biceps!

His heart pounded with excitement and at the same time a little… Fear.

Like any species throughout the universe, and even on planet Earth, the Oblivarians had certain... physiological needs that were triggered by certain astrological phenomena, where their legs trembled, their hearts raced, their stomachs churned, and... Ugh! What if he was just in heat and not in love?!

He'd never felt like this before. They hadn't even known each other for a week, and it wasn't as if Oblivara had a concept of love at first sight. It was all... chemistry, trust, and mental processes, if that.

He nervously clung to the bathroom sink inside the behemoth he now possessed, feeling like his air was being drained like a cruel revelation. He tried to inhale again, his knees trembling. He wanted to push aside those intrusive thoughts. Besides, even if he did, he'd still have to connect with the hive mind of Oblivara; it was a mandatory process for finding a mate, like a lighthouse beam in the darkness, and that hadn't happened yet. He inhaled again, trying to regain his composure. He took a step back, and as soon as he lifted himself from the sink, it was as if everything spun around him. His massive body stumbled backward, slamming against the floor as he shook, his eyes rolling back, his mouth half-open with saliva dripping, his movements erratic as his mind filled with visions.

Hundreds of muscular men, now possessed by the planet's military, drooling over cookies and other food. Others of their race were forcing their way in through any available orifice. University students, workers, parents – every person within a 20-kilometer radius now had their brains completely melted – with another being in control of their bodies.

Blue let out another confused gasp, his body twitching on the gym floor, writhing like a larva. His eyes opened and closed again like malfunctioning blinds, his brain short-circuiting, the consciousness of almost the entire town merging with that of his extraterrestrial colleagues, their sweaty bodies at the mercy of beings who wouldn't stop for a second until they found them.

Blue's mind raced, he could see through the eyes of each controlled human, how they explored their new bodies, how some adapted better than others who seemed inhibited by their new forms while others flexed their massive biceps, forcing each other to sniff their pestilent armpits, the slobbery kisses that impregnated parasitic lackeys in the mouths of other uninfected humans, the force they used to dominate others and accelerate the invasion, how they moved from side to side, perhaps a few blocks away, to other gyms where the sweaty types hadn't fallen into the first infection trap and were now being forcibly dominated.

The invasion they had worked so hard to stop far from that planet, that planetary system, was now at their doorstep. The home of the guy who intrigued and excited him so much, soon to be ablaze.

— Find the human and the device, right now – One of the highest-ranking lieutenants, who occupied the body of a burly athlete, snarled. His sleeveless shirt, perfect for showing off his enormous biceps, his armpits hairy and sweaty, was bulging.

They wouldn't stand a chance against them. The team’s doctor tried to shout a warning, but only managed a clumsy yell. He tried again to speak, but a gasp escaped his lips.

He wanted to warn Edmund, Red, anyone. They had to leave, escape, fast. He crawled again, trying to sever the mental connection, but it was useless. His feet wouldn't respond, the visions wouldn't stop. He tried to put his hands in, but collapsed again. The back door of the building began to rattle, as if someone were trying to force it open. Strong, muscular shoulders clashed like the horns of a bull, determined to break down the door. Blue swallowed hard. 

This was the end.

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I know I haven't posted anything about Slipped in a really, really long time, haha, but I hope this short chapter reignites your interest in the plot. A very dear follower suggested I introduce "contexts" into the stories to make it easier to pick up where the longer plots left off, so people don't get lost. I hope that with this new addition to the series, it will be much easier to follow along, but please tell me: Do you think this idea is good? Or in this particular chapter, did it work better to guide you and spark your interest?

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Jemin was sleeping on a swimming tube in his own pool when a man slowly approaches the pool and takes out a snake creature from out of his mouth and throws it into the pool.

The creature then made its way inside the pool and entered his body slipping into his pants.

The sudden invasion caused Jemin to jolt awake and trash around in the swimming tube. While convulsing, he saw the same man smiling a sinister grin at him as Jemin slowly lost consciousness as he feels the snake creature finally reach his brain.

The man, watching the whole thing happen before his eyes, was getting a hard on seeing Jemin get possessed by his alien slug.

Jemin's muscles tensed as he screamed out loud, "Please, someone help--" Before he suddenly went limp on the swimming tube.

Jemin then slowly wakes up but his eyes has turned milky white, signalling that Jemin is now gone and has been replaced by the alien creature.

He slowly exits the pool and approaches his master, saying, "Hi, master. Thank you for this amazing body. As you've commanded, I have consumed his brain and I am yours to use for your infinite pleasure."

The man, smiling wickedly at the new puppet he has acquired, then touched Jemin's nipples. "Well then, why don't we come to your bedroom and you can satisfy me with your mouth, then?"

In the man's room, Jemin is in his underwear as his Master started kissing him hard and for the rest of the night, their room is filled with sounds of moaning and fucking.