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Having agreed to go camping - for the first time in a long while - you head out to meet your friends. Josephine and Stephen are already waiting for you outside, and before you know it, your small amount of gear is already packed into the rental station wagon. Then, you're all on your way towards the nearby nature reserve with your fellow wolves.

"Oh, man, is it good to be doing this again," Stephen laughs while driving. You can hear his tail thwapping as it wags against the leather seat, side to side. "It's been how long, like... five years?"

"More like ten I think," Josephine giggles. "We kinda stopped doing it when we got jobs, didn't we? That was a year or so after we finished college..."

"I'm not listening, it definitely hasn't been that long since I was a teenager, nope," Stephen replied, fighting back the urge to laugh even harder, lest he crash the car. "I'm just gonna say five years. That's a nice number."

"Ten. You know, if you're worried about getting old, you could try makeup! I can give you some tips," Josephine grinned.

"No, no, it's not the wrinkles. I'm looking forward to looking like Clint Eastwood. It's the work, I'm so tired of being at work mentally all the time. Like, I swear to god, even when I'm drunk I'm thinking about what we have to do at work next week..."

And so, their conversation goes. Occasionally, you join it; these are your childhood friends after all, with you having grown up in the same little backwater town. Sometimes, it feels like you're each a side of the same coin, though a three-sided coin is a little hard to imagine. Oh, what are you even thinking? You're in such a good mood, finally getting to leave work behind, if only for a weekend.

"Did either of you pack the matches?" you ask.

"I did one better, friend-o," Stephen chuckles. "I packed a lighter. We're in the future now, bay-bee!"

Yep, that's exactly how you remember him. The kind of sense of humor that'd make a tree wither just to escape it. Like gravel to your ears. Still, Stephen's a great guy; loyal to a fault like most wolves, dedicated to whatever he's doing at the moment. He's never sick either, or at least, he wasn't back in the day, having the immune system of a bull. Josephine is much the same, only just a touch more feminine. She's always been very much a tomboy, preferring typical masculine jobs and hobbies, dressed in plain jeans and a worn hoodie. Despite all three of you being wolves, your relationship has never moved beyond friendship. As far as you know, none of you have fucked each other, even If rumors certainly circulated back in the old town. Not for a lack of attraction, but with bonds like yours, it almost feels incestuous to even think about it, even if you aren't actually related. Sometimes you wonder how anyone who grows up in a town like that ends up together.

Oh, the town. It's been a long time since you last saw that place, and unfortunately, you never would see it again. What'd once been home was gone, if not from the map, then at least from society. Long after you moved out, there was some sort of calamity there, bad enough that from what you hear, nobody lives there anymore. Thankfully, just like yourself, your two best friends were safe in the big city. The authorities said it was a chemical leak, but... well, it doesn't matter. That's not where you're going, after all. The nature reserve was a good few miles away, and certainly no chemicals would spread that far unless someone carried them.

You stretch and relax in your seat, the last you'd see of modern comfort for as long as you could make the weekend last. With the right company, a rock was just as comfortable anyway.

Soon enough you're there; the reserve stands before you verdant and lush as you step out of the car, the excitement at hanging out with the old gang almost palpable between the three of you. There's a soft breeze, carrying with it all the scents of nature mixed into a liberating fragrance.

According to your map, the campsite would be only half an hour or so into the forest. Not the most adventurous of outings, but that's not the point anyway. The point is just getting to reconnect with your old friends, and well, maybe to just sleep somewhere without the constant noise of traffic just outside your window. You can practically feel the tension starting to leave your body the moment you leave the parking lot and head into the forest following a picturesque gravel path, covered by a beautiful canopy of flowering maple trees, the local birds providing an equally relaxing, if somewhat errant soundtrack to your little outing. Somehow, it only feels natural; three wolves, albeit spoiled by civilization, heading out into the woods to live... well, somewhat like your ancestors did. Well, not really. But at least you'll be able to see the stars and, should you want to, howl at the moon.

"I know it kind of spoils the moment, but I have to ask. Did either of you hear anything more about the town?" Josephine finally speaks, after maybe ten minutes of quiet admiration of the lush greenery around you. It feels almost alien, having spent so much time in the city.

"They evacuated everyone they could, I think, and then fenced the rest in. It's one of those exclusion zones now, like Chernobyl," Stephen replies, his tail ceasing the endless wagging for a brief moment. "No more ice cream at Joe's Parlor."

"Pff, that was never any good anyway. I think he cut it with sawdust to save cash," Josephine grins. "What exactly happened? Do either of you know?"

"They said it was a chemical leak. You know, from the old foundry. They had some kind of waste storage that degraded over time and then moisture got it..." Stephen narrates. "And then, BAM!" he shouts, slapping a nearby tree for emphasis, hard enough that a few leaves drift down.

"Must've been some chemicals if they had to evacuate the whole thing," Josephine says, looking thoughtful. "I'm going to miss that sawdust ice cream. It sucked... but yeah, it's kind of sad still, isn't it?"

You nod quietly. It's a lot of memories, places that nobody would expect a hazmat crew to see. All of those buildings falling into disrepair. That's the nature of the world, but you've never been able to shake the feeling that the authorities never really told the whole truth. For example, they never mentioned specifics. Where the chemical spill came from, or what exactly it was.

"We're far enough from it that we don't really have to worry, I think," you suggest, and now, it's your friends' turn to nod.

"Yep. Just wish I'd visited it one last time," Stephen says. "You know, a victory lap of the childhood streets- oh, I think this is the spot right here!"

Before you, there's a small clearing next to a bubbling little creek that will do wonders in lulling you to sleep. It's a camping spot, alright; someone has built a little ring of thick logs around a firepit, and though empty right now, you can still see yellowed grass where others have pitched their tents.

By the time you're all finished setting up your tents, it's already evening. Maybe one tent per person is a little excessive, but wolves like you are known to toss and turn a fair bit, especially out in nature. After a classic dinner of hotdogs with a dessert of toasted marshmallows - which takes a painful amount of time due to yesterday's rain showers leaving wood damp - it's getting dark. All the better; you look forward to a long, peaceful night of sleep away from the stress of both work and the city itself.

Sure enough, sleep comes easily, the moment you curl up in your comfortable sleeping bag, protected by a tent to keep all the insects away. Soon, you find yourself drifting away, thinking about going fishing in the morning. It'll probably look beautiful, the first rays of the sun reflecting off the crystal-clear waters of the lake-

-and then you wake up abruptly to a horrified, blood-curdling scream. You shoot up to your feet, forgetting all about the tent and panicking at how you suddenly get entangled in it. It takes a few thrashing, desperate moments before you remember that it's just your tent, and that you're camping. The screaming settles from a dream-infused nightmarish wailing to a voice you recognize as Stephen's, which is still concerning. Maybe he got bitten by a snake or something? It takes you a few more moments, but you manage to find your way out of your tent.

Josephine is already awake. How could anyone not be with that screaming?

"What happened?" you pant with exhaustion, having wrangled your tent into submission. "Did he - did you get a snake in your tent or...?"

By now, he's stopped screaming, but there is still a look of terror in his wide-open eyes. "It crawled inside my fuckin' cock," Stephen chokes.

"What did? What the fuck are you talking about? Snakes don't do that," Josephine snarls, equally concerned for her friend and irritated beyond belief at being woken up by what had to be a nightmare of his. She's still in her underwear too, which does little to cover her form, or her perky nipples stiffening in the cold air, but thankfully you're too high on surging adrenaline to actually focus on her.

"I don't k- don't know, but it... I swear, like, a small white slug..." he stutters, starting to hyperventilate, flailing and trying to reach for his sheath with one hand and his head with the other as Josephine pins his arms to the ground. "O-one must've gotten into my ear, too, it feels like something is moving around in there."

"Look. Calm down," she says. "A white slug? You're saying it crawled into your cock? Into your ear? Deep breaths, now. Slugs don't do that. What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I don't know... I just felt a tickle, and then when I opened my eyes it was already half inside, and I couldn't yank it out, and god, oh god, I can still feel it in my balls," he replies. "And my ear feels wet, like one got in here before. Like it's... it's... nnf!"

That last part sounded almost like a moan. You're not entirely convinced that your old friend isn't just suffering from night terrors. Alternatively, maybe the hotdogs had botulism or something. But then you'd all be affected. Seeing a strong man like himself reduced to a shivering, panicking mess is not a pleasant sight, either way, and it's hard to fight off the raw, animalistic panic. You only barely manage to swallow it down. Even if what he says is true, it's just a slug. Easily removed with simple surgery.

"Fuck it. Check his balls, I'll try to keep him calm," Josephine commands.

"Me?" you ask. "Why don't- oh, fine," you relent. Getting that close to your friend's balls isn't exactly how you imagined you'd be spending the weekend, but it is- or could be - a medical emergency, hardly the moment to be squeamish about balls. You're familiar enough with those, owing to your own pair.

You squat down next to the other wolf and, with a sigh, examine his sheath and balls. They do seem a little more swollen than usual, his urethra a little distended. Still, that could mean anything or nothing, certainly it's not proof that some slug slithered into him. But then, you narrow your eyes. His balls seem to be squirming, if very slightly so. Like several _somethings_are moving inside of them. Stephen lets out another moan, and as you watch, his cock starts to quickly swell out of his sheath.

"Um, Jo. Maybe you should have a look? I think he might've been right," you say, hesitantly.

"Nnhg, I told_you, it crawled right into- ooh, it's... starting to feel kind of good, fuck," Stephen groans. You can only imagine what he's feeling; you've never heard of a parasite that specifically infests the balls. Sure, there were those fish that might swim into your cock, but that was more a mistake than anything. They didn't _mean to infest dicks, or at the very least not wolf dicks, and it certainly didn't feel good.

"God, you boys and your constant worrying about your balls. He just had a nightmare. Let me look," Josephine growls. "You never see me worrying about my tits. Fuck it, you hold him down. I'll check."

You quickly switch places, though Stephen has stopped struggling. In fact, he's grown worryingly still, the panicked look replaced by an almost relaxed one. His eyes are half-lidded as if he's enjoying whatever he's feeling.

"I- I think there's more than one now," he huffs. "It's really, really starting to feel... good."

"God, he's really_hard, isn't he?" you hear Josephine observe. "Okay, no. You're right, he's like twice the size I remember. Something's inside him. A _lot of something. We'll have to call an ambulance or something... err, an ambulance helicopter?"

"It's not that far to the parking lot. We could just drive him ourselves," you suggest. "Probably faster that way."

"Can you walk?" she asks Stephen, now with a concerned tone.

"Mmh, I don't know," the other wolf replies. With each word he speaks, he sounds a little more dazed, almost drunk, as if whatever was inside him was deliberately drugging him. His eyes seem to glaze over, and you feel something warm splash against your leg. Precum? "I... oh, you should... it feels amazing," he slurs.

"Amazing? Dude, you have slugs or something in your balls," Josephine snarls. "Whatever you're feeling, I need you to focus for a moment. Can you at least stand?"

"Uhm..." is all that Stephen can muster. He slowly tries to stand up. He nearly stumbles, knees wobbling, and his cock sticking out obscenely hard. It actually seems larger than before, swollen and almost purple with how much blood must've been collecting in it. Can't be a good sign, but there's nothing you can do about it except call an ambulance.

You fish your phone out of your pocket. The reception is poor, flickering between one bar and absolutely none. You aren't that far from civilization, though, which makes it rather strange. Did the whole area rely on that one tower in your hometown?

"O-ooh, fuck... it's... everything is so nice and sexy," Stephen slurs. He's drooling, barely able to say anything coherent by now. He almost falls over, and Josephine rushes to support your friend.

There's a distinctly unpleasant, jagged, and icy realization forming in your mind. The slugs, the evacuation. It's an absurd thought, but it seems increasingly possible that the chemical leak was a cover story. People could still maintain the cell tower in hazmat suits if it were just toxins. On the other hand, if a strange new _parasite_had emerged, maybe they wouldn't want anyone to enter the area.

Then, suddenly, you hear Josephine yelp. You spin around and discover that Stephen is holding her wrists tightly, wrestling her onto the ground. She cries for help, and you grab onto your afflicted friend, trying to pull him off her, but suddenly he seems twice as strong as you, barely even twitching despite you putting your whole weight behind trying to yank his arm off her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she screams. Josephine had always had a short temper. She grunts as Stephen forces her onto her knees in the dirt. "Let me go or I'm going to call the police instead! Fuck it, you're obviously not thinking clearly. Get him off me!"

Suddenly, Stephen shoves you aside. The impact of his arm on your stomach knocks the breath out of your lungs, and you stumble backwards into the dirt. God, fuck. You clutch at your belly, doubled over in agony. Memories of a thousand bad horror flicks rush through your head. Whatever happened to Stephen, he's obviously not in control of himself. Could he actually be telling the truth? Or was it all hallucinations caused by whatever chemicals had spread around here?

"Jus- jus' calm down," he slurs, sounding almost half asleep as he holds Josephine down and grinds his engorged cock against her cheek. "Don't worry, Jo. You- you- you'll feel better in a moment."

"Get that fucking cock out of my face or I'll bite it off, right the fuck now," Josephine growls, struggling, trying to get a swipe in at Stephen's legs. "-wait what the fucking god-"

That's when you both see it, as the clouds part for a moment to allow the moon to illuminate the disturbing scene before you. A small white worm- no, a small slug,_pushing out of his distended urethra, curling towards Josephine. You force yourself to stand back up despite the pain. Stephen is definitely infested with something, and the sight is grotesque. It doesn't make any sense, and you've never heard of it happening, but you've seen enough movies that you still understand what's happening. The parasites are - _somehow - controlling your friend, having burrowed into his brain and cock.

But before you can expand on that thought, or do anything to help Josephine, he suddenly jams his cock against her ear. She squeals in pain, and that defiant, angry attitude suddenly flips into panic.

"Nonono, please, stop! Don't-" she stutters, squirming and thrashing in desperation and disgust, probably feeling that slug against her ear. She finally manages to grasp Stephen's arms, and her body tenses with effort, slowly forcing them off her.

You stagger towards them, preparing to tackle Stephen off her, but after a brief struggle, he thrusts forward. You watch in horror as his swollen cock disappears into Josephine's ear. Her mouth falls open, and her shoulders slump, a strange glassy-eyed look coming over her. "J-jus' relax... you... you'll feel it in... moment..." Stephen grunts with exertion, thrusting a little deeper. Josephine shivers, as if trying to react but not being able to, with her head full of his cock.

His infested_cock. If any of this was real and not some botulism-fuelled fever dream, he was_infesting her. One of those disgusting slugs would be crawling into her head and taking over, turning her into a- a horny zombie, like he was. But there's nothing you can do except plead with him to stop; if you tackle him now, you might damage her permanently, if he hasn't done it already. You'd probably scramble her brains into goo. Instead, you're forced to simply watch as he leisurely grinds his cock into her big ear, with a dazed, happy grin on his face. He looks so happy.

But Josephine is too strong to succumb to whatever it was. You know that. Stephen had never been the brightest bulb, nor with much self-control. She stutters something in a pleading tone just as you see the base of his cock bulge and flex in an undulating motion, like something is squeezing through it. The slug, or maybe a different one, slowly squeezing up through his shaft, and towards Josephine's head. She struggles weakly, and Stephen continues thrusting with short little jabs, worrying close to his orgasm.

You need to do something, but anything you do only risks hurting her. Maybe it'll be better to just wait and then lead them both back to the car once they're exhausted? A surgeon should be able to remove any parasites from them, right? But that meant letting Stephen finish fucking a slug into Josephine's head, if he hadn't already.

You end up not having much of a choice in the matter. In just a few more seconds, Stephen lets out a drawn-out moan and thrusts hard into Josephine's ear. His cock jerks heavily, throbbing and pulsing - you can only imagine if he's cumming and coating your friend's thoughts in that slick mess, or if he's just pushing out a slug, but either way, the effect is almost immediate. Josephine slumps down, and before your eyes, a wetness begins to spread over the crotch of her panties. Then, she moans too, and even though it sounds more like a weak whimper, the pleasure in her voice is undeniable.

Stephen pulls out of her ear with a wet slurp, following by a trickle of pearly white cum dribbling down the side of her head, and as he sits down to recuperate, you rush up to your friend. She can barely focus at all, even as you get in front of her.

"P-please get it out of me," she stammers. "It's- it's... oh, fuck..."

She squirms, twitching in your arms, as you desperately try to think of something you could do to help her. "It's trying to make me... god, I'm so wet," she huffs, clutching you tightly the moment she regains control of her arms. You can feel it, too. Her crotch is pressed against your leg, and you can feel her wetness practically dripping out as she clenches.

"You have to fight it, it's just a stupid slug," you growl. "It can't control you like that. It doesn't have anywhere near the capacity."

"N-no, but it... it's making everything feel so good," she replies, glancing up at you. "Like I can't stop thinking about his cock. Or yours," the once-strong wolf whimpers. "How good it'd feel inside my... p-pussy. God, I'm such a slut..."

Her voice is starting to sound just like Stephen's did. The intoxicated slurring, the needy, horny, dumb tone, and she grinds against your leg a little more firmly. It takes all your self-control to not pay any attention to the hot slickness of her pussy against you. This is not the time or place for it, and you tell her as much. You have to get to the hospital, and quickly.

"Well, it can't... it can't really get much worse, can it? Maybe if you just fuck me quickly," she pleads. "Please."

"You're just a bit confused," you reassure her, wiping up a trickle of cum from her ear with your sleeve. She looks so confused and yet horny. "I'm sorry any of this happened. But it's just a simple slug, just ignore what it's trying to get you to do. Come on, Jo..."

A brief look of concentration flashes across her face. Her eyes are hazy, but she squints, trying to focus away whatever it was she was feeling. "Okay. Okay. I can... do this, maybe..." she huffs, but then she's immediately distracted again. "...are my... boobs growing?"

She never calls them "boobs". In fact, she's always hated that word, finding it too stupid to use over either breasts or tits depending on the context. So you know there's something wrong with her, something changing beyond just her soaking wet pussy rubbing up against you. You're pretty sure her panties have gotten shifted out of the way, too.

You can't, however, resist looking. Sure enough, her t-shirt is suddenly about two sizes too small around the chest, threatening to burst around her swollen boobs. She was squirming again, reaching up to knead them, a little whimper escaping her lips as her fingers find and pinch one of her nipples outlined in the fabric. Then, her eyes suddenly fixate on something behind you, and in a sudden frenzy, she starts to tug her shirt off.

"Come on, Jo, snap out of it- hrghk!"

Stephen grabs you from behind, by the neck, and tugs you against him. Panic wells up inside you. You feel something warm and slippery land heavily on your shoulder, and just barely manage to brush it off before the other wolf grabs your wrist. One of the slugs - bigger than the one you saw in his cock - falls onto the ground, in front of Jo, whose eyes widen. Not with shock, though, no. What she's feeling is arousal, and you can see her quiver the moment she sees the slug.

You, however, are left with Stephen holding you in place. Just like he was holding Josephine earlier- no! You struggle, slamming your elbow against his leg as hard as you can, trying to throw him off, but he stands there like a statue, unmoving. "Jus' watch," he mutters, in that same vapid tone that makes you think of some horny idiot who'd knock his girlfriend up and drop out of high school. It's infuriating. For all his quirks, Stephen is not that_stupid, not even close. "She's gonna feel so _gewhd."

"Come the fuck on!" you yell. "We need to get you both to a hospital! They're just slugs."

"He's r-right though," Josephine stutters again as she crawls over to you and grabs the fat, slimy slug, brushing the dirt off it like she would a pet, or a lover. You watch in horror and disgust as she tugs off her panties, clumsily tearing them as her well-fucked brain evidently can't figure out the right way to undress. "Please let him do it," she adds, watching you and Stephen in your struggle while she gently cups the slug against her pussy. The sight of it would be hot as hell if it wasn't for the slug, or the fact that you soon feel Stephen's cock against your inner ear.

Knowing that he's going to try to do to you what he already did to Josephine is horrifying, but you can't break free of his grip. He's holding your neck with one hand and your head with the other, and all you can do is ineffectually flail at him. Just like Josephine, earlier.

"Mmh... it's... going inside me," she moans, happily. "Y-yeah, I wanna be a breeder... for all the cute little sluggies."

Yeah, this definitely isn't her. She never wanted to get pregnant, and she certainly wouldn't call them "sluggies" unless someone was holding her at gunpoint. She doesn't even like slugs, and here you are, watching as a slimy white slug pushes past her swollen, drippy lips, squeezing itself slowly into her welcoming cunt, where it'd no doubt change her further. Just like the one in her head had given her those beautiful, heavy tits.

"Snap out of it!" you yell at her, but you're quickly distracted again by the growing pressure of Stephen's cock against your ear. It feels cold at the tip despite the shaft being very_warm to the touch. _One of the slugs, you realize, with a shudder. Peeking out of his cock, waiting to be left inside your head. It's almost surreal. Slowly, slowly, he pushes more firmly, and you feel a growing unfamiliar pressure, like the worst case of water in your ear, squirming and trying to get away from him, but there's nothing you can do. The pressure quickly grows intolerable, leaving you gasping and thrashing, but there's never any pain. And then, there's a sudden pop.

You suddenly feel nothing at all in your ear. The world blurs as little thrusts rock your head. Your shoulders hang limply. There's barely any understanding of what's happening, though you know you should be worried, it doesn't really register or mean anything. Josephine looks at you with a wide, happy smile on her face as the slug's tail disappears into her dripping cunt, but you can't really figure out why. She looks so beautiful, with those enormous tits jiggling as she rubs herself. Your eyes can't help but focus on the slippery mess between her legs, her lust drooling_out of her as if she was feeling something absolutely amazing. You kind of want to feel it too. Every few thrusts, you feel a jolt of arousal, and suddenly your cock shoots up, swelling out of your sheath and getting _rock hard. It feels kind of nice, just sticking out like that, and Jo licks her lips and scoots closer to you.

Her fingers wrap around you. "There you go, I told you, let him fuck all your thoughts out," she coos, slowly growing more coherent again, as if something is helping her recover. Not quite as herself, but as something more suited to her new purpose. She squeezes your cock and nearly sends you into paroxysms. Your shaft is so sensitive, but you can't quite figure out what she's talking about. It's difficult to focus on anything, but just letting your head rock side to side is nice, so you don't really feel the need to think about anything except letting your eyes feast on her beautiful body. There's a kind of tickling sensation deep inside your head that leaves you feeling all tingly and fuzzy. And then, you giggle. Your cock looks so cute and sexy too with how it throbs against Josephine's palm, and having it touched feels amazing. If you could bend that far, you'd totally suck yourself off.

Despite it all, you can't help but feel like there was something you had to worry about, though. It's more of an echo of a concern than something you can pinpoint and analyze, especially with how sluggish and gooey your thoughts are. Every time you try concentrating, they drift back to how nice Josephine's hand feels on you. Her eyes snap to the side of your head, and you try to turn to look as well. Something bulges against your ear.

"Mh, he's doing it," Josephine huffs, and whatever she's watching appears to be erotic enough that her hand immediately dives between her legs again to rub her sodden folds. "You're going to get a slug of your own," she beams, between whimpering little moans.

A slug? Huh. You feel the faintest sense of recollection, a brief surge of fear. The slugs were bad, weren't they? And if you're about to get one-

-Stephen howls out with pleasure, thrusting against you, and suddenly your ear feels very full. Then, your head, filling with thick, liquid heat in sexy pulses that leave you shivering, barely able to think at all. Something forces its way into your head, and settles on top of your thoughts. Josephine looks at you with breathless anticipation, and so does Stephen once he withdraws after his balls are spent. You feel something wet and warm ooze from your ear and dip your trembling fingers into it, scooping some up to see what's going on.

Cum. Thick, pearly, slimy cum. One of Josephine's ears is coated with the stuff, too. Slowly, you start remembering what happened. You came here camping, Stephen woke up screaming, and... and...

Colors swirl in your vision and a tingly sense of well-being and arousal sweeps over you as the slug asserts control, attaching to your neurons. Yeah. He fucked a slug into Jo's ear and she loved it. Just thinking of it makes your cock throb. Then you got one too. You feel a sudden, unfamiliar urge to lick the cum from your fingers, and obey without questioning it, smearing it over your lips and tongue. It tastes so good it makes your eyes flutter, and you feel another, immediate shiver of pleasure for following "your" instincts. Why would they _ever_quarantine the town if there was happiness like this to find? The world feels soft and friendly, and you stagger around drunkenly as you try to stand up in a brief flare of hesitation despite all those good vibes, opting to sit back down. Josephines smiles at your surrender, and wraps her fingers around your still-stiff cock once more, wiping up some drool you didn't even realize was dripping from your slack mouth with her other hand.

Not thinking feels good. So, you let your hips roll against Jo's grasp, with another vapid giggle spilling from your lips. She wasn't wrong about how nice it felt, like your head was full of pink clouds, every movement. On some level of thought you do recognize that those aren't your thoughts, urges, or emotions, but each time you think about the slug controlling more and more of your behaviour, modifying you to suit its needs, your heart soars with joy. You're such a good boy for letting Stephen fuck one into your head, just like Josephine did. It makes you feel complete, with an overwhelming desire to share that blissful happiness with others.

Recognizing the change in your eyes, Josephine kisses you. Her warm lips press against yours, tasting sweet and fruity. "Mm. Yeah, isn't it great?" she purrs, and then leans back, leisurely spreading her legs and showing off her soaked pussy, inflamed and engorged with desire to the point it's impossible not to stare. The world itself feels sluggish, like your thoughts are lagging just behind your actions, and the sight of her presenting herself like that nearly makes you fall over as blood rushes to your already engorged cock. God, it feels like you're twice as big as before. From your crotch juts an obscenely big cock, a foot in length at least._When did that happen? You have no idea, but it makes you feel so _sexy, knowing that everyone would be staring at it. Or your bulge. It feels amazing and throbs happily at the prospect of sliding into Josephine's body.

Of course, if you did do that, you'd get one of the slugs infesting her body crawling into your cock too, no doubt. That was what started this whole mess. A twinge of pain resonates through your skull at the brief glimpse of reality rather than the beautiful, perfect, sexy world the slug was filling your mind with visions of. A wonderfully sexy world where everyone had a nice slug friend in their head, keeping them permanently horny and dumb. Big-cocked bulls like yourself and wet bimbo sluts like Josephine. No, what are you thinking? That's how the both of you had always been. All those memories come back to you, of you getting your dick sucked in public because you needed it so badly, Josephine disappearing behind a shed or down an alleyway to raise her tail for some horny male who needed to empty his balls... and most importantly, all three of you leaving your partners happily slugged, helping the beautiful things reproduce to strip everyone of those pesky, burdensome inhibitions and smarts.

Is any of it actually true? It doesn't really matter. You're already kneeling between Josephine's spread legs, grinding your cock against the sloppy groove of her pussy, drawn to it like a moth to flame. Her wetness seems a little thicker than you'd think. A little bit like slug slime. That doesn't matter either. In fact, that insistent horny voice in your head tells you, you like it, because once you're properly fully infested you'll be even hornier, spending all of your days just fucking everyone else who needs it.

You thrust into her with a tainted carnal joy that quickly takes over entirely. Her slippery pussy feels like heaven around you, and the both of you moan in unison. When you feel something tickle your cockhead inside her, you welcome it. After all, your whole purpose - just like Stephen and Josephine - was to be a breeder for these wonderful slugs, and the nice and sexy one if your head couldn't do that. The ones you'd have in your balls would, so you could introduce more people to their miraculous sexiness.

It's as if her inner muscles tug on your cock as you rut into her with passionate abandon, giggling and moaning at how good it feels; every inch of your cock being massaged and a new slug friend tickling at your glans, coiling around then and pressing against your cumslit. There's no real need for words, and your brain capacity for even trying to form any is rather low anyway, so you simply give in and enjoy the sensations, flexing your cock inside her to really help your new friend make your balls all squirmy.

You keep thrusting. This is your whole purpose in life, being a stupid breeder. With each motion of your hips you understand it a little more deeply, even if only on a primal level as your thoughts grow dimmer and dimmer, fading away and gushing out with each spasm of your cock in the form of heavy squirts of precum, and you know that once you cum, nothing will ever be the same. You'll be like this, permanently. Goodbye books, math, and anything else, except being a hot and sexy slug dispenser for anyone who wanted to be just the same. Already your balls are starting to feel heavy, and that bulging sensation in your cock grows deeper and deeper as the slug pushes its way into you.

They'll use your cum to reproduce inside her too. Somehow, that part makes perfect sense. But having your reproduction hijacked is worth it when they reward you with such euphoria, and from the way Josephine moans besides you - as does Stephen, who is already stroking himself watching you two fully succumb to those good feelings - she agrees wholeheartedly. Her pussy is soaked around you as her own master rewards her for teasing you into her, and she's clenching wildly, milking your cock for your plentiful seed.

The pressure grows and grows once again, and then there's a sweet breath of relief. Your balls feel a little heavier as your new purpose in life settles in and latches on, ready to fully convert you into a breeder for them. Ecstasy surges up and down your spine, your vision nearly blanking out with the sensations. Before you can even realize it, you're cumming hard, your cock twitching merrily and out of your control, filling your moaning friend with the messy spurts of cum she's half-incoherently begging for, coating her infested cervix with it. Giving those new passengers exactly what they need to make more of themselves. Maybe knocking her up too so she's birth more wolves to infest. It's beautiful, white-hot bliss with every spasm of your cock, overwhelming euphoria that'd quickly condition you to never even consider pulling out, whether it was from a fellow wolf's ear, or their needy, receptive pussy.

You lean back, lazily, and reach to rub your swollen balls. They squirm nicely against your fingers. It feels good, knowing you're such a good host. The nice slugs have eaten away all those annoying thoughts you used to have, so you love the cute little things. They're so friendly and make everyone feel so good. The world is a mess of vivid, swirling colours, and you giggle dazedly as you watch Stephen and Josephine go at it again, mating right in front of you. Well, kind of, it's really more those adorable sexy slugs in their heads that are doing it, just using their bodies! Just like yours will be using you soon enough, though you hope it'll be with someone totally new! It seems so naughty to put them inside someone else's head that it makes your overly engorged cock twitch happily. A little naughty maybe, but they'll feel so much happier afterwards.

Too bad there's nobody else around to have fun with. Oh, well! You'll have to return home eventually. It'll probably be really easy to find new friends too. Maybe if you just post about it online, or get someone else to do it for you, since you don't really remember how computers work, just that they exist. Everyone will want their own happy fun slugs. Thinking these days is such a bother! If you remember how computers work. Ugh! All those buttons. You'd prefer just fucking someone so everyone can feel great! Mm. What if you pay someone to write a story about you? Another giggle leaves your lips just in time for Josephine to turn her attention to you stroking yourself, still not satisfied despite having left Stephen a happily panting mess.

Your last thought before the pleasure of her cum-soaked slick pussy engulfs you is that someone reading your story would seek you out for sure. What a good plan! Maybe you'll even remember it after cumming. You thrust into Josephine again, marvelling at how good she feels, and wondering why you ever hesitated to begin with. It's nothing but bliss, forever.