Not as eventful as Pietro's

Pietro, a guard in his late twenties at Orchid Mantis Penitentiary, stepped quickly through the hallways of the facility, mind buzzing with what had just happened and what was going to happen next. Being a young man in a prison for stuck-up, down-on-their-luck, rich, sexy women wasn't easy. The pressure to remain stoic, authoritative, and, most importantly, not leer at the inmates, was massive and could drive a man to insanity. The desire to leer and look to his heart's content was huge. It was hard being a man in a prison full of hot women.

That said, he was a man in a prison full of hot women. Women who were used to getting what they wanted. On the outside, if they were feeling like ice cream, they had a selection of 60 flavors at the drop of a hat. Needed a new dress? Dozens of shops happy to let you grab whatever you want. And if they were feeling the itch deep inside, lovers were even easier to find than the shops. Inside Orchid Mantis though, a little free stimulus was harder to find. So Pietro had no problem helping out some of the women who came to him for 'help'. After all, he rationalized, satiated women were easier to keep happy than pent up ones.

His usual rendezvous with a nice piece named Jillian had been what he was looking forward to half an hour ago and what had greeted him at their meeting place hadn't disappointed.

"Yess, you're here~! We need you so bad, Pietro, come fuck us!" the hot, normally brunette but now blonde, woman waiting for him had proclaimed, not slowing the pumping of the dildo between her spread legs at all. His dick had sapped the blood away from his brain at a record pace and the rest of the half hour he had spent with Jillian was a blur. He had come out the other end of it with an unusual collection of feelings: that of sexual release coupled with being raring for more, all under an umbrella of desire to find someone else to fuck.

Fortunately, the prisoners weren't the only ones Pietro had an arrangement with. Stella, one of his fellow guards that was just as hot as any of the women they were responsible for watching over, had become his partner in crime, helping to ensure that his illicit meetings with their wards went without concrete evidence. Of course, everyone still knew, but the lack of physical proof that could be reviewed was all that was needed to keep the matter under the rug. Stella was a vital part of keeping that evidence non-existent, and all she asked in return was a little fetish satisfaction.

"Which of the bitches was it this time?" she asked when he walked into his small little 'office', in actuality little more than a closet with a table and chair. It sufficed though. Much more important was the hot woman with hair stylized like a luscious gradient of brown sitting on the meager desk with an eager look in her eyes.

"Jillian. She's usually pretty eager but she must have needed it bad. The slut dyed her hair blonde and was playing with herself when I walked in on her. I dicked her so damn hard too." Pietro chuckled and began working the buttons of his shirt for the second time in the same hour.

"But that's not enough for you, is it? You want some of...this!"

Stella pulled her shirt open with a jerk, revealing utterly sexy, slightly upturned tits in one fell swoop. The sloppily knotted tie between them only made the scene more erotic and urged Pietro to get his clothes off faster.

"You know this is a dream come true for every man ever?" he said, the question rhetorical but entirely true.

"You can talk more when your still-wet cock is stretching me out!" Stella exclaimed, already out of her pants and spreading her legs. It was easy for the short-haired young man to step forward and pushed inside of her, making her hiss with bliss. "Yeah, yeah, mmph I love this. Tell me how much hotter I am than that prison slut!"

"You're so much better, Stella. Bigger tits, tighter pussy. Brown hair is way sexier than blonde. God, your ass!!" Pietro said anything and everything that came to mind about the woman he was in, reveling the feeling of her slick tightness around him. Cucking the girl he'd just been with by fucking his coworker was incredible, and Stella very clearly got off on it too.

"Yea, I'm so much BETTER than any of the SLUTS that are in here! I'm the best fuck of your LIFE!! And I love REMINDING you every time you POUND one of those BITCHES! Do me HARDER!!" Stella's words jumped in volume with each of Pietro's strong thrusts, her routine lover knowing exactly what she liked.

"Shit, I'm already close, baby! You're too damn hot!"

"Where you gonna FINISH?" she asked breathlessly, already knowing his answer; the handsome young man loved to coat her tits.

"Gonna shoot this load all over those big, fat bo-SHIT!!" As he began to pull out of her, the worm he didn't remember invading his cock and squirming to his spine momentarily took control, making him bottom out in Stella again and shocking him with pleasure. In that moment, all he knew was that he had to cum inside her. Then his eyes rolled back as his nuts unloaded a massive and worm-laden wad of jizz into Stella's **** cunt.

"Pietro, you shit! You know I'm not on....aahh...unnggg....OOHHHH~HHhhHHH~HhGGggGGLLllkKKgGGHHhH!!" The female guard screamed as she was overcome with pleasure, her eyes immediately rolling back before slowly coming back down and trying to focus on Pietro. He stared back rather vacantly, holding his cum and infiltrators inside Stella as she seemed to realize there was no saving her.

Pietro watched the moment the worm took control, Stella's face and neck muscles spasming as the light vanished from her eyes in an instant. He idly pulled out of her, taking faint pleasure in the wet slurp their sexes made as they were separated. He'd finished fucking her, so it didn't make sense to fuck her again, especially since she her brain had apparently shorted out and was only now coming back around. Far more importantly, there were plenty of other women on the staff that he wanted to fuck, and with Stella helping him, as he knew she would, he'd get what he wanted.

"Why is this...Stel, why...mmph, he's hitting me so good..."

"Didn't expect you to have a side-piece, Stella," Pietro said, pumping his cock in and out of Kendra, another, slightly younger girl employed in maintenance for the prison. She was making little gasps of pleasure, the sound periodically stifled by her lips making contract with Stella's, who held her still while Pietro took her from behind.

"How do you know...you're not the side piece...?" she returned, enjoying the meatiness of Kendra's thigh and how it flexed just slightly with every thrust. Pietro chuckled and grunted while the woman between them moaned happily.

"Good...point.... Doesn't...matter...though...." He could feel his finish approaching along with an odd sense of fulfillment that echoed deep inside him. He didn't know its cause yet, but it grew stronger with each new girl he came inside, so he'd just have to keep going.

"Why's thish sho gooood...?" Kendra slurred, head spinning from the combined influence of Stella and Pietro's infested influence. If the Contagion had asserted itself normally in them, she would have been lost without the slightest clue about what was happening. As it was, she got to feel the very moment Pietro shot much more than cum into her pussy and a pulsing worm jumped from Stella's mouth to hers, and remained horrifyingly aware as it dug its way into her being and settled in her brain. "Wh...no...why...are y-" she panted before jolting and going still. Her eyes fluttered, muscles twitching slightly. Then she smiled slowly and sighed with a slow shudder. "Oh. That's why. We understand."

"And we will give the truth to everyone inside this prison," Stella whispered back, kissing her just-infested friend with heavy ardor. "He will help us do it, before he loses himself." Pietro pulled out of Kendra's pussy, already aching for another, preferably one not already filled with parasites of the Contagion. He just needed to find one...somehow.... How to do that...he wasn't sure.... Luckily Stella was there to tug on his arm.

"Come on, big boy, we know a few more who could use your help filling their pussies with worms." The dazed man put up absolutely no resistance to being paraded through the officer portion of the prison to the main break room. In fact, he wasn't even really aware of it until his dimmed mind caught onto the existence of the uninfested women in the room. From that point on, he was a sex machine, **** each and every untouched woman in the room until she had a womb full of invaders and was far more docile than when he started.

Of course, he didn't do it alone. Kendra and Stella did their own parts to infest the numerous female guards in the room and to facilitate Pietro's passions with the rest. He needed it too, as his muscle and will decreased with each damning climax the burst out of him. By the time the last woman was **** onto his slightly shorter cock, he barely had the strength to run his hands over her slight curves and the act of fucking itself was mostly relegated to the older and curvier blonde who had 'helped' her to mount him.

That was the last climax he remembered before it all blurred into a wave of lust that ricocheted around his body. The only thing he could still do on his own was pump out a potent pheromone that would entice any woman who got close enough into fucking him on the spot. That was a fact Stella, and Sierra through her, knew and planned for. The simple placement of him in the head warden's office for the night ensured that the room was steeped in his scent by the time she arrived the next morning. She nearly had her legs fail her as the guard's essence rushed out to meet her and was utterly drenched the second she stepped inside. Seeing Pietro slumped in a chair was the final straw that had her locking the door shut and ripping her clothes open in a frenzy.

Crimson hair billowed and her large tits bounced as she drove herself down on Pietro's thick shaft, her lust-glazed eyes seeing nothing in favor of her pussy feeling his every throbbing inch. He gasped, broken from his stupor but still unable to do anything but get closer to cumming. And with the head warden riding him with feverish intensity, that was an inevitability.

Choked groans were the most he could manage in the face of the most powerful climax he had ever experienced. Cum and parasites flooded out of his cock, distending the shaft with monstrous volumes, every bit of which filled up the warden. How she managed to take such a massive amount of the larva into herself was behind Pietro's scope of mind, of which the only thing remaining was the lingering and looming sense of satisfaction that he desperately desired to reach. With every powerful, ejaculating throb of his aching dick, it crept closer in his mind, shutting down everything else...until...it was....

A shrill scream filled the room as some invisible boundary was crossed in Pietro's brain and the largely dormant slug inside him began to act. Releasing transformative ooze into the man's body, it hurried up his spine until it found his brain and ate its way inside. The guard convulsed limply as his faint sense of self was consumed and replaced, the rest of his body following suit. Hair lengthened, shrunken musculature altered, features adjusted, and anatomy twisted. His cock jettisoned the last free slug remaining in his body before collapsing on itself and being sucked up into the sex-swapped guard's body.

Once the new female's body was prepared and in the proper shape, the worm fully asserted itself, the new woman not having the slightest moment to comprehend freedom before she was fettered. The utter domination of her will was the first thing she experienced and she orgasmed powerfully from it, running a soft hand through her hair with eyes rolled back in abject pleasure. Obeying Sierra and serving her king was the only thing that existed for her and the only thing that ever would.