New Faces, Same Hive Mind

Over the next few days, Tom met several additional members of the gymnastics team. All of them insisted that the previous solo owners of their bodies felt nothing but elation at their newfound purpose in life, at their membership in the collective. Tom realized, of course, that given the other “baselines” Lisa had been able to program into her new recruits, there was absolutely nothing preventing her from coding in those positive feelings about joining the hive, as well. Tom still found himself, in the absence of some other request from the hive, calling the collective as a whole “Lisa.” There were now about two dozen of them, and he had always been terrible with names. When he was in college himself he had called one guy who lived down the hall in his dorm “the guy in the Broncos hat” in his head for three years. And the collective didn’t seem to mind.

It was really looking like Lisa was ready to “go viral,” as she herself put it in a casual comment from her Vicki body one morning, but Tom found himself unsure if he actually wanted that. Sure, this was all pretty much one long wet dream, and he wasn’t complaining about that, but he found himself wondering what Lisa’s endgame really was here. And if he told her he didn’t want her to pursue her plans, would she listen to him?

A couple days after Ashleigh’s Power Point, he had the new experience of waking up to his cock inside the mouth of a girl he had never met before. He had fallen asleep on the couch after a late night video game session, but that hadn’t prevented Lisa from making sure he got his morning blowjob. He was getting said blowjob from a beautiful girl with long brown hair that he didn’t recognize.

Lisa was there, too, in her original body, lying naked next to him on the couch and stroking a hand over his chest. “Good morning, baby,” she crooned.

“It’s been a few days,” he told her with a smile. The two of them kissed, and it felt really nice. Especially with another of Lisa’s mouths on his cock.

When they pulled apart, she gave him a playful lick on his nose and said, “Yeah, I know. I mean, I’ve been here the whole time, but I think I forget sometimes how attached you are to this body specifically. I’ll try and make more of an effort. Anyway,” she gestured to the girl currently flicking the tip of his dick with her tongue, “this is Whitney.”

“Another gymnast?” Tom asked.

“Actually, no,” said Lisa. “She does take Macroeconomics with Shawna three times a week, though, and she’s pretty hot, owns what is now probably my first choice car, and her father owns five car dealerships.”

“So I guess you’re still… adding more hosts,” he commented, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Right now, I’m taking nominations, you could say. People one of me knows, and I think might be cool.”

“Can I ask how many bodies you have now?”

“You can,” Lisa said. “I don’t want to keep anything from you. There are 37 people that are a part of me now. But I’m definitely hoping to have a lot more join me soon.”

Tom sighed. “Lisa, I’ve gotta ask, what is the plan, long term? How many people will be enough?”

She looked at him for a long moment, the only sound the slurping noises from Whitney continuing her blowjob. Then she smiled at him, turned, and crawled down off the couch, giving him the best view of her ass that she could. Tom sat up, watching her. Her Lisa body knelt on one side of him, her Whitney body on the other. First Lisa, grinning, licked the glans of his rock hard cock teasingly. Then Whitney on the other side did the same, then both together. Tom had recently experienced a wide variety of pleasures, but this one was still new to him.

As her Whitney body kept up the teasing of his cock, Lisa’s body leaned her face in next to it, smearing a small amount of precum on her cheek as she rubbed up against him. When she spoke to him, she purred the words, and he could feel the vibrations in his cock.

“Think about the world today. Fighting, war, prejudice, hate, Cybertrucks. I can stop all of that. Imagine how much better things would be if I was everyone, and everyone was me.”

“E-everyone?” Tom managed, as a second tongue joined the first on the vein on the underside of his dick.

“Everyone,” Lisa moaned. “Every girl you’ve ever wanted. Every girl you’ve ever turned your head to look at as you walked past and thought, ‘fuck, what I would do to her.’ Every slut that ever made your cock hard when you saw her in a TV show or saw her picture on the internet. They’re all gonna be mine. Which means they’re all gonna be yours, baby. But first things first, OK? Because guess what tomorrow is?”

“I-I…” Tom couldn’t talk anymore.

“It’s the Serena concert, remember? And *I* got us tickets.”

Without warning, she and Whitney both pulled away from his dick, leaving it straining and pulsing with sensation but without any outlet. He groaned in frustration.

“OK, get ahold of yourself,” Whitney said. It was the first time Tom had actually heard her speak. “You’ve still got work to do to earn it. Now get up on the couch, I want to try something.”

When, a few moments later, he was fucking a suddenly much more flexible Lisa from behind while one of her legs was folded over herself with the foot held by Whitney, while Lisa also licked Whitney’s clit, Tom had trouble remembering what he was so worried about.

Whitney played by Whitney Westgate