John goes recruiting alone

Alexi and Emilé stay back at the house, preparing more spores in themselves, while John goes on a walk around the local area, scouting out potentially viable 'recruiting' grounds for this mind meld of a harem. He still feels the small itch in the back of his throat, reminding him that he still can take another person into his fold. But who, and would there be anyone secluded enough that he could convert them without being noticed. Stopping by a nice little cafe, that was wonderously empty, John spotted an ideal target. The barista at this little establishment was seemingly on her own, and dead gorgeous. Pale white skin, complimented by raven black hair adorning her head. A voluptuous chest and curved hips to boot, John approached the counter, ordering himself a nice toastie and a hot chocolate. When she reached to pass him the card machine to pay, John grabbed her wrist firmly, and lent in while pulling her closer. The shocking move caught this lady off guard, and she jerked forward, their faces an inch or so apart. John felt his throat pop, and the spores were released, straight into this woman's agape mouth and nose. Letting her go, knowing her fate was sealed, John lent back out and smiled as this pale goddess in front of him sputtered and coughed. John moved to the front door, and closed it, turning over the open sign to a lovely little 'sorry we're closed'.

The pale woman had fallen to behind the counter now, drowsiness having taken her, the sputtering dying down as she took slower and slower raspy breathes, her impressive chest rising and falling. John could feel the now familiar bleed of new memories, new skills filling his thoughts. Panic subsiding, giving way to satisfaction. After a short minute or two, John felt full control of his new puppet, and brought her up from her slumped position on the floor, over to where he was sat on one of the quaint little sofas, in a booth. Sitting her down, knowing her name now as Allila, he wanted her to show him his newest assets.

Allila was a winner on all fronts, beautiful face, large, sensitive mounds on her chest, and an ass to put most to shame. Realising that while the shop was 'closed', it still had clear views into their current position, John and Allila got up and walked through to the break room, away from any prying eyes that may wander past. Having Allila release herself from her clothes, the nude white angel before him lifted her leg up onto a stool, allowing John easy access to her nether regions. John was eager to sample his latest conquest, as he found many pleasurable memories in this new meatsuit of having her anus stretched, how she loved the naughty feeling of a rod penetrating deep into her backside while her clit was toyed with.

John obliged his new found kinks, and stripped out of his trousers, revealing his hard, veiny cock, it straining to attention. Alexi and Emilé had also stopped their pretenses at home, and were starting to strip each other once again, this time making their way to the bedroom. His other parts engaging in oral with each other just made his two more present forms hornier. Stepping up behind Allila, John lined his cock up with her pink flower, anticipation filling both of them. Allila's hands had been at work on her pussy, getting her juices flowing, and had worked some of it to her asshole, ready for the prime mind to induct her fully into this growing harem. Suddenly it was not anticipation filling Allila, but John's engorged member, spreading her wide and filling her up. John penetrated into his new behind, and began slowly sawing in and out of her, enjoying the wash of sensations lapping at his mind. The rushes of pleasure, the warmth of each other, the panting and hot breath. A hand reached around and grabbed onto one of Allila's hefty tits, beginning to knead on it, tweaking her nipple in just the right way. John's thighs began slapping against Allila's soft, round ass, the rhythmic pounding driving both bodies higher than before. The breath began to catch in both their throats, as their fucking reached a fever pitch, the slapping of their now damp thighs, Allila's mouth agape, her eyes rolling into her head from the surges of pleasure, John's hands kneading her chest and circling around her clit, revelling in the pleasure that extended to him from the motions. With the pace unable to increase, the pair felt a cliff approaching them, both ready to splatter Allila's insides with cum, filling her up, making her whole. And with that thought in both their heads, John tensed, his hands stopping their work, Allila's legs began shaking as they both came their brains out, a warm feeling filling her ass, as rope after rope was shot inside.

Pulling himself free from her ass's vice like grip that had milked him dry, John head a wet schlick and saw a few drops spatter onto the tile floor. finding a seat, he collapsed into it, his body spent from the sheer amount of fucking that had occured that morning. Allila got to work cleaning herself up, grabbing paper towels to mop up the spillage, and to dry herself down a little. Seeing the prime hive member exhausted on a chair nearby, she got herself dressed and presentable, then went around to the main cafe area gain. She made the initial order John had come in with, setting it on a table near him in the break room, then went back to her post, opening up the front door again. Other than a faint odour that quickly dissipated under the coffees and hot chocolates, no one would be able to tell this pasty goth had just joined a debaucherous hive mind, set on a horny mission.