Emilé

John thought for a bit, while he cleaned himself up, both his original body and his newly acquired Alexi extension. Trying to take someone in public would be far too risky this soon, they needed to consolidate and spread through private channels. Emilé next door would be perfect. A lithe brunette, with small but nicely sized chest and a nice ass, she would be a perfect second victim to bring under John's control. John did notice that his concentration was not needing to be split between his bodies as much, Alexi did as he intended, without having to manually control every action. He also realised that he would need to wait a short while before being able to infect another person with a sputtering of spores. Shifting his focus from his original body, John moved over into Alexi, as she was putting on a nice lacy bra to compliment the lace panties she had found. He decided to have spend some time exploring Alexi's wardrobe and experimenting with what worked on her lovely frame. After a few hours trying on skinny jeans, and leggings with crop tops and tight vests, or sundresses or one especially racy tight red leather dress, John felt that both John and Alexi's spore deposits had refilled. It seemed to correspond to a small fullness just behind their tonsils, near the back of the neck. John's had been dressed and sitting idly downstairs waiting for his consciousness to refocus to him. And refocus it did, he returned to his humble physique, as he willed Alexi to descend the stairs in her modest sun dress and heels. Her make up was on point, ruby red lipstick complimenting her slightly tan complexion.

They could see Emilé's car was till in her driveway, so were confident she would be in, especially as it had become a lovely lazy Sunday afternoon. The beginning hive mind languidly walked towards her front door, knowing that the inevitable need not rush. Alexi's hand reached out and gave three short sharp knocks, then stood by John, close and comfortable. They could hear some movement inside, some footsteps, a door opening, and finally the handle to the front door being used, as the door swung open. A slightly confused Emilé looked at the odd couple in front of her, she knew they were her neighbours, she has spoken to the woman once or twice, and the guy, John? maybe a few more times than that. After an awkward beat, Emilé spoke.
'Hey, can I help you guys?'

'Oh yes, sorry, we were hoping to talk to you about something to do with our shared fence, do you mind if we come in for a cup of tea?' Alexi said in a cheerful voice.

'Sure, just let me get the kettle on I guess.' Emilé stumbled over her words a little, she hadn't been expecting guests today, so she motioned for the couple to come inside, as she closed the door behind them. John and Alexi walked into the house, and found their way to the kitchen where there was a nice little island with some chairs that John sat in, Alexi stood next to the island waiting for Emilé. Emilé was through shortly after them, and started getting mugs out of cupboards, and flicked the kettle on, before dropping tea bags into the mugs she had assembled. She turned back to the couple, shocked by Alexi who had closed in on her while she was busy getting the drinks ready.
'Oh my, hello there, bit close don't you think?' nervousness had taken over Emilés tone.

Alexi quickly retorted 'Don't you worry Emilé, we'll be plenty close enough_ soon' _and with that last word, lent in for a kiss, releasing spores at the same time. Emilé shoved Alexi back, coughing as she did so. Her legs gave way as the spores worked into her lungs, her body, her mind. Her blinking slowed, as did her breath, her wonderful chest heaving in and out slower, slower. Her eyes were shut now, her body going limp.

*click*

The kettle had finished boiling, so Alexi stepped over crumpled form of their neighbour, and began pouring out three cups of tea, humming lightly to herself. John watched on at this juxtaposed display, smiling to himself, knowing he was about to enjoy his partner in crime, and their new recruit. He gratefully accepted the warm beverage Alexi handed his way, and took a timid sip at the hot water. He could feel new memories bleeding into his consciousness. Memories of working out, maintaining a hot body, memories of how men would ogle them, how she would change her posture ever so slightly as to rile them up further. Memories of her neighbours coming knocking at her door. Emilés eyes sprang open, a wide, lustful smile broaching her lips. A low moan sounded from her, as she felt her arms up, John relishing the new sensation of her body. Alexi helped her to her feet, pressing themselves together. Words were no longer needed now, John's will guided them through unknown means, but guide them they did. Emilé moved to the living room, shedding layers of clothes on the way, and sat on her sofa. Alexi followed, herself dropping the sun dress, revealing her nude body beneath. John's body stayed in the kitchen, but his focus changed to controlling Alexi, he wanted to taste his newest body, and taste it with a woman's tongue. Emilé spread her legs, and pulled her panties to the side, ready for Alexi to delve deep into her folds, to explore her as deep as they now knew each other. Emilés visage stuck out her tongue playfully at Alexi.

And Alexi dove in. One of Emilés hands grabbed onto Alexi's head, holding her in place, as the other began attacking her nipples, tweaking and twisting, flicking and pinching them. Alexi's hands also occupied themselves, one holding onto Emilés ass cheek, digging into the firm, supple flesh, and her other administered to her own crotch. Emilé was quickly panting from the onslaught by Alexi, their pleasures combined and heightened from being able to tap into each others sensations. Alexi licked, and sucked and twirled her tongue around Emilé's clit, and deep into her vagina, eliciting squeaks from the newly enthralled woman. As the two women were entangling themselves in the lounge, John began to disrobe in the kitchen. He made his way into the living room, adding a third perspective of the debauchery on the sofa. Positioning himself above Alexi on the floor, his rock hard cock was at head height for Emilé. She lent forward, grabbing a hold of his own ass cheek to steady herself, and sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth with a moan. This body had done blowjobs before, it had gotten very good at giving them. Emilé was able to swirl her tongue around the tip with expertise, she took the 6 inches to the hilt without so much as a gag or a watery eye. She let John begin to gyrate his hips, slowly fucking her throat as he snatch was eaten out. The trio were not able to keep this up for long, the sheer volume of pleasure and horniness bubbled over and quickly all three were cumming. John shot ropes of cum down Emilés neck, with her happily drinking up every last drop. Alexi's face was covered as Emilé gushed out orgasm after orgasm, and a pool began to form under Alexi's crotch as she too came and came again.

The trio separated out, and all sat down, their breathing slowing down again after such a tremendous moment together. Emilé flopped back onto the sofa, Alexi leaning in to cuddle up to her, while John went to clean himself up in the bathroom. That could definitely go into the success column for plans made. Another toy for his enjoyment, and the spreading of this wonderful gift. Emilé opened up new social circles to infect, new avenues to corrupt. An ex. An ex-girlfriend, even better. One who liked leather and the emo scene? perfect. Perhaps Evie could be invited over, it would be a shame for John to have to wait to use his hard earned spores. Before anyone gets invited anywhere, they needed to clean the place up. Debauchery is fun, but appearances must be kept for now. Alexi got to mopping up the stray juices left from their induction of Emilé, who changed out of her soiled underwear, and went commando in a lovely tight dress she had saved for date nights.