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  Then he kissed her a second time. This time Sam accepted the kiss; she needed the physical contact, needed to feel more, much more, to put out the burning fire between her thighs.

  Gavin pressed his body against hers. She moaned as he kissed her again. She felt his burgeoning erection. It felt so huge!

  Gavin laid her down on the bed. They started kissing and rubbing and touching, and it was as good as it ever was. Then Gavin whispered in her ear. "My underwear."

  Sam smiled and nodded. She reached over and pulled down his underwear. She was surprised by what she saw.

  Gavin's penis was huge. And it was green. It had been augmented. It was now of a more bony construction, and the shaft was a mixture of beige flesh and green.

  And wrapped around the head of his penis, she saw the worm.

  Gavin looked in her eyes, and saw the understanding reach her. She looked into his, and nodded, ever so slightly. She wanted it. She needed it. Her sexual desire was so intense, that she needed him, right now, between her legs. Consequences didn't matter. Sam spread her legs.

  Gavin smiled and winked at her. Sam felt a chill down her spine. Gavin delicately worked himself between her legs, and bent her knees. Sam look down as he aimed his massive penis at her entrance, the penis with a worm on the head of it. A worm which was about to enter her body. Gavin winked at her again, and then slowly and smoothly entered her.

  Sam felt the fullness of being taken, and she moaned, her eyes widening, her mouth gasping. Sam hadn't felt so completely filled by Gavin, ever. Even before Gavin's penis had shrunk in size, he had never felt this large. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him as he penetrated her. He was so manly, so dominant, so possessive!

  As Gavin penetrated her, he looked into her eyes and gave her a cocky smile, so confident in what he'd done to her. Sam dropped her gaze from her, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the illicit moment. She was having mind blowing sex, but she knew there was a price to be paid. A big one.

  Nevertheless she let his hand find hers, and intertwine their fingers, holding them tightly as he plowed into her, making her his; making her part of the Hive. Sam summoned the courage to look into his eyes, and shuddered at the tremendous intimacy they were sharing. Shame was eating away at her; the shame of enjoying it, and the incresingly hard to deny realization. The realization that she wanted this. All of it.

  And Gavin's body stiffened, and he flooded her with his essence. Sam cried out at the same time, grabbing his arms tightly, as she felt lust explode all over her body.

  And then, when Gavin pulled out, she felt it. The worm, slithering out of her vagina. It crawled upwards, through her pubic hair. She looked down, watching its progress, but didn't hinder it. She watched it crawl upwards, on her belly, towards her chest, between her breasts, and then curving upwards, towards her shoulder.

  She felt Gavin's eyes on her as he watched her, watched her do nothing. But then Gavin used his hand to tilt her body forward, ever so slightly, so there was space between her back and the pillow. And she felt the worm slide down. Within moments, it had joined the other three worms, fusing together.

  Gavin moved his face closer to hers. "Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom," he said.

  "Momomom Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom," said Sam.

  "Good," he grinned. "Honey, I'm going to need a rider as well. You know where the worms are, don't you?"

  Sam didn't, and yet, somehow, she did. She looked in the drawer in the nightstand and came out with a jar of creepy crawling worms. They still disgusted her, but she could handle them without shuddering.

  Gavin smiled and lay on his belly. "Four, please."

  Sam looked uncertain for a moment. Gavin was asking her to Infect him with what would quickly become a rider. But wasn't Gavin already under the control of the Hive Mind?

  Gavin watched her closely, but said nothing. Then Sam started to feel sexually aroused again. As she touched the jar she felt sexual needs building up. Gradually she was coaxed into opening the lid.

  "Ooooh," Sam groaned. She felt a wave of pleasure through her groin as she tilted the jar onto his back.

  Four worms, no more, no less, came out, and crawled between Gavin's shoulder blades. "Thank you, dear. Now put the jar back."

  Sam closed the jar and obediently put the jar back.

  They lay in bed for a while.

  "Will I become... different?" Sam whispered.

  "No," Gavin assured her. "You'll be just like you are now."

  Sam idly played with his penis while staring into space.

  "Do you like it?" he asked.

  Sam nodded. "It's so big now."

  "I got it just for you," said Gavin.

  "You did?"

  "Um hum."

  Sam leaned up and kissed Gavin. He kissed her back.

  The next morning, Sam got up went to the mirror. She saw that her worms had merged.

  "Congratulations," said Gavin, kissing her on the cheek. "You have your very first rider." She looked at his back. He had one as well, a small pancake shape just like her own.

  "Do you like the idea of having a rider, Sam?" Gavin asked, holding onto her bare shoulders as he looked at her in the mirror.

  "I do. Really I do," said Sam.

  Then she frowned. "I didn't just say that," said Sam.

  "Yes, you did," said Gavin.

  "No, that wasn't me," Sam insisted.

  "Yes, it was," said Gavin. "There are two Sams now. The new Sam, and the old Sam. Both speak through the Sam mouth. Over time, as your rider matures, the new Sam will get stronger and stronger."

  "And the old Sam?"

  Gavin looked down at her, and kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back, he said, "You'll never notice she's gone."

  Sam went to work in a daze. All she could think about was the rider on her back. She thought it would be obvious to everyone. But it wasn't. Everyone treated her completely normally. She didn't feel any different.

  Jack smiled at her over lunch. She felt the urge to talk to him about what was happening to her. She knew she couldn't. She tried to talk to him about the time she had been taken over by the vampires, to see if he would get the hint. But he didn't.

  "The vampires. Ah, yes. You look much better without the fangs, I must say."

  "Yes sir," said Sam, her heart sinking. He was her closest male friend, and even he couldn't see the difference in her.

  That evening when she got home there was a new routine in store for Sam. After dinner she followed Gavin to the bedroom. He took off his clothes, and gestured for Sam to do the same.

  "What is this?" she asked, as he instructed her to sit next to him, back to back.

  "It's called communing," said Gavin. "You will simply love it." He tilted his body back until his rider just barely touched Sam's.

  Sam suddenly took a deep breath. "Momomomomom," she said.

  " Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom!" said Gavin, his eyes glazed.

  "Momomomom Mamoonishom. Momomomomomomomomom," said Sam.

  They sat there like that, half hypnotized, as their bodies experienced continuous orgasms. Sam dreamed of large colonies of riders, flapping around and reproducing. But she also dreamed of Gavin, making love to her in that dominant male style she was beginning to enjoy so much. Her nipples got hard. She got wet between the legs. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

  When Sam's mind cleared she looked at a chrono. Two hours had passed! She was full of sweat, and she felt like she had run a marathon. She turned to see Gavin in a similar condition.

  "That was communing," said Gavin, taking hold of her hand.

  "What purpose does it serve?" Sam asked.

  "It increases the bond between the host and the rider," said Gavin. "It also helps the rider mature."

  "Mature?"

  "So it can take better control of you," said Gavin.

  Sam paused. She didn't know if she liked that.

  "But that's not the only way for a rider to mature more quickly," said Gavin, rolling on top o
f her.

  "It isn't?" said Sam.

  "No," said Gavin, rubbing his large penis against her clitoris. "You could also run a three mile hike."

  "One option," Sam gasped, trying not to smile as Gavin stimulated her clitoris.

  "Or you can make love to me," he said, rubbing his head against her clit more insistently.

  "I think I like option B better," said Sam, wrapping her arms around him.

  "I thought you would," said Gavin, choosing that moment to penetrate her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened like the letter "o" as she entered her.

  Gavin started thrusting into her in cool, easy strokes. Sam enjoyed every minute of it. But before long Gavin flipped her, so that she was on top.

  "You must be the one to make the most exertions," he said. "To maximize blood flow."

  Sam nodded. She was so caught up in the sex act that she was no longer thinking whether or not she wanted her rider to take more control of her. She was just living in the moment. She reached down and inserted his large penis into her. Then she started riding up and down.

  Gavin relished in the sight of her large C cup breasts bouncing up and down, as Sam, with pure lust in her eyes, smiled at him, every thrust making her a little more a member of the Hive Mind.

  When it was done, Sam collapsed, exhausted. Gavin whispered in her ear. "We will do this every night until your rider matures."

  "And afterwards?" said Sam.

  "We can still do it, if you like," Gavin smiled.

  ********

  And so they did. For the next four days they had a routine. First they had dinner, then they flirted with each other outrageously, and then Gavin led Sam into the bedroom. They took off their clothes and communed, usually for an hour or so, and then they had wild and passionate sex. Sam knew what was being done to her, but she enjoyed it so much, that she just didn't care.

  "You like it, don't you Sam?" Sam said, as she was driving home one evening from work.

  "Like what?" said Sam.

  "Being part of the Hive," said Sam.

  "No," said Sam.

  "Then why are you rushing home to commune with Gavin? It only makes your rider stronger."

  "I like communing," said Sam.

  "And you like sex with Gavin," said Sam.

  "Yes," said Sam, smiling.

  "But both things, communing, and Gavin's new penis, are things the Hive gave him. You are enjoying the benefits of being part of the Hive."

  "Maybe I am," said Sam.

  "Which also means you enjoy being part of the Hive."

  "Do you have a point?" Sam asked.

  "Right now there are two of us, Sam. The part that accepts what we have become, and the part that is still afraid to admit it. Over time, both parts will merge, and there will only be us."

  A chill went down Sam's spine. But she said, "Good. Because quite frankly, all this talking to myself is driving me crazy."

  After every evening of communing and wild sex, Sam would fall asleep in Gavin's arms. But the next morning she would always get up and anxiously run to the bathroom mirror to look at her back. And every morning, her rider would seem to get a little larger. One morning Sam noticed a faint reddish outline along the edge of her skin, at the perimeter of the rider.

  "Just a skin rash. Nothing to be concerned about, my love," said Gavin, kissing her hand. Then he pointed in the mirror. "Look! Do you see the band!"

  Sam looked closely. She could see, very faintly, the beginning of a gold band around the outer edge of her rider.

  "If we commune tonight, and make wild, passionate love, that may be enough to push you over the edge," said Gavin.

  She turned around and hugged him. "But that won't be the last time we make love, will it?"

  "Of course not," said Gavin, smiling. "Not as long as you serve the Hive."

  Gavin was as true as his word. After communing, he and Sam had a marathon session. Sam counted four separate orgasms. She rode up and down on his penis, exerting herself to the limits of her muscle capacity. But she was rewarded afterwards, when, going to the bathroom mirror, she saw the solid outlines of a gold band around her rider.

  "Congratulations, my love," said Gavin. He kissed her tenderly. "You are truly one of us now."

  One of us.

  Sam didn't know what that meant.

  "It means you're part of the Hive now," said Sam, as she drove to work the next morning.

  Sam still wasn't use to part of herself talking to her. If indeed it was part of herself that was speaking.

  "What does that mean?" Sam asked.

  "Now that you're a full fledged member of the Hive, you're going to be given greater and greater responsibilities," said Sam.

  "I don't know about that," said Sam.

  "Don't worry. I'll always be there to help," said Sam.

  "Thanks," said Sam, a little sarcastically.

  No one at work, not Jack, not Janice, had the faintest idea that she had a fully mature rider on her back. Dunlop 4 might have noticed, but he was working on his own, following leads to the Hive Mind.

  He had left several weeks ago, but not before saying goodbye. "I work fastest on my own," said Dunlop. "But I will take the communication device you have brought me. If you need me, call, and I will come."

  Sam felt like she needed Dunlop now. She certainly needed him a week ago, when she first got Infected.

  But now? Sam felt ambivalent. Her relationship with Gavin was the best it had ever been. She had a feeling of general contentment. And her sex life was tremendous.

  She was thinking that after dinner that night, when Gavin was making love to her. She had much to thank the aliens for, the least of which was Gavin's newly enlarged penis. When he had finished making love to her, he looked into her eyes and must have noticed the change. He said, "Are you ready for your first task, Sam?"

  "It depends on what it is," said Sam, taking a deep breath.

  "It is your friend, Janice. We want her to join the Hive," said Gavin.

  Sam took a deep breath. Janice was her best friend! "I don't know-"

  "Haven't you enjoyed being part of the Hive?"

  "Well, aspects of it, sure," said Sam.

  "Don't you appreciate the closeness the Hive has given us?"

  "Yes, definitely," said Sam.

  "And wouldn't you like to enjoy that same enjoyment with Janice?"

  Sam thought for a moment. She and Janice had been lovers once. But that was a long time ago. "I don't know. It's not fair to force it on her."

  "I see," said Gavin. "Why don't you think about it some more? Sam, would you get my box, please?"

  Sam gave him an alarmed look, but she found herself reaching over and lifting the black box by the bed.

  "Open it," said Gavin.

  Sam knew what was inside. But Gavin's eyes were on her. She had no choice. She opened it.

  The black spider jumped out.

  "Sam," said Gavin. That's all he had to say. Sam obediently put her head in the pillow, and restrained a sob. The last thing she remembered was the spider climbing onto the back of her head....

  Afterwards, Sam came out of her daze. The spider and the black box were gone.

  "How do you feel?" Gavin asked.

  "Fine," said Sam.

  "Do you have everything you need to seduce Janice?"

  Sam thought for a moment. "I think so. No, wait, I need a worm."

  "You know where to get it."

  Gavin was making her do everything herself. Gavin was forcing her to participate, to underscore how voluntarily she was cooperating. Sam went into the nightstand drawer and took out the jar of worms. She opened it, and pulled one out, then closed the jar and put it away.

  Then, biting her lip, she spread her legs and lifted her knees. She put the worm at the entrance to her vagina. She sucked in air as she felt it enter her.

  Gavin smiled and kissed her goodnight.

  ********

  "Janice, can I talk to you for a moment?" Sam said, the next
day. "In private?"

  "Sure," said Janice. They went back to her office. Janice sat down behind her desk. "Shoot."

  "I... I don't know quite how to say this."

  "Just start at the beginning, Sam," said Janice.

  Sam sat down. "Ever since that incident with the vampires, I feel that things haven't been the same between us."

  "I've already apologized for turning you into one of them, Sam," said Janice, a bit uncomfortably.

  "I know you have, and I accepted your apology," said Sam. "But there's more. When you were discovered, you said things... you told everyone about our past relationship."

  "Once again, I was under the control of the vampires," said Janice. "If you remember, I apologized for that too."

  "I know, but it... hurt me for a while. And I feel like I've been avoiding you a bit, since then."

  "I noticed," said Janice.

  Sam looked up at her. "I want to go back to having what we had. A good solid friendship."

  "I do too," said Janice.

  "So why don't we go out for drinks, after work?" Sam asked.

  "I'd like that," said Janice. "Bicardi's?"

  "No, I was thinking more of your place."

  "My place?" said Janice, her eyebrows raised.

  "It's more private, more... intimate," said Sam.

  Janice looked surprised. "All right, Sam. My place, at 7."

  "Good," said Sam, grinning. "See you then."

  After she left the office, Sam said, "You see? She still wants you."

  "She agreed to see me as a friend," said Sam.

  "If you believe that, you are truly blind to reality," said Sam.

  ********

  Sam drove around aimlessly for an hour after work, killing time until her meeting with Janice. She knew what she was supposed to do. She just didn't know if she would actually go through with it.

  When the time came, she presented herself at Janice's door. She had changed into sensible slacks and a tight white shirt that showed off her figure.

  When Janice opened the door, Sam was in for a shock.

  Janice was dressed in skin tight jeans, and a low cut shirt that showed off a lot of cleavage.