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Chapter 9 by Shibbar Shibbar

What do you do?

...It does look yummy, doesn't it?

You (or perhaps it's the spores that are talking) think to yourself, one lil' itty bitty taste wouldn't hurt! You walk closer to this phallic shroom and collapse on your knees. You handle the fungi in your hands, a soft spongy like texture, but with a solid core, most likely the spore release tube that runs inside the shaft. Mmm... It smells so nice, so earthy, so musky. You can't help yourself from giving it a little lick, just at the hole in the tip. Goddamn that tastes good. Like a mix between a shittake broth and cum. You stroke the shroom, squeezing the spores out into your mouth like a tube of toothpaste, and you can feel them going down your throat, your chest and belly slowly warming up and up, and before long it's like a fire burning inside you.

You stop and groan gutteraly, clutching your face as you slowly fall backwards. You can feel the spores growing through your body, sending their tendrils tearing through anything in their way. Your brain turns to mush, and mushroom capped growths break through your skin.

"Ngh! Ssssssssspppppooooooreeeesssssss!" Is all you manage to say between strange clicks. Your cock twitches as it expands to more closely resemble your host, your cum transformed into a pink spore slurry which you occasionally release at random from your body. There's a throbbing need in your member to stick it in something, anything.

This will most likely be your last decision made by you before you're fully controlled by the fungus.

You look for something to stick your cock in...

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