Head for the bedroom

You enter the bedroom, and immediatly **** on the sheer amount of mist in the air. You can barely see, but it feels... soooooo... gooooood... to breathe it in.

You almost drop to your knees and wank, but something in this room is... drawing you in, calling for you. You head in the direction of the call. Your eyes adjust to the mist, and you break free from your stupor.

The wall pulsates unnaturally, many mushroom growths writhe on its surface. It's not mist, it's a dense cloud off spores! You turn you're head as you suddenly hear a low moan. It seems you're not the first one to find this living wall. Other people hang off it, their bodies in various stages of mutation and decay. A girl rubs her clit as mushroom growth pulsate in her pussy. She looks like she's joined recently, her body only restrained by relatively thin strands. Others seem more grotesque, their bodies fusing with the wall more fully. You can't tell where the bodies begin and end! You try to look away but you can't, an otherworldly **** drawing your gaze at its... magnificence.

You step towards it. There's a space, with a hole eerily similar to a pussy. Your place. That's where you belong. You drop your clothes as you near it, cock at the ready. You want to... no, you must put your cock in! And you do.

It feels unreal. You hump away, unaware of creeping tendrils slowly inching over your body. You cum, and it feels great, but you don't feel... satisfied. You must cum again! And again! And again! Before long, you forget everything but the feel of cumming. You wish you could spread this pleasure to everyone, infected or not.

You have been assimilated into the fungi wall.