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It was a quiet night in El Paso, Texas. A relatively small but charming city, known more for its dusty sunsets and border-town hospitality than for anything especially exciting—especially when compared to the likes of Metropolis or Gotham.
The streets were mostly empty at this hour, save for a cute Latino twink skating down the sidewalk with one hand balancing a phone against his ear.
This was Jaime Reyes, a high schooler from Rio Grande High, more of a background face than a standout. A bit of a geek, not particularly popular, but deeply devoted to his family—that was the one thing everyone seemed to know about him. That, and the fact that he always seemed to be riding around on his beat-up skateboard.
“Yeah, I know it’s almost curfew, Mom,” Jaime said with a sigh, carving effortlessly into a turn. “But I’m practically home. Look—I’m taking the shortcut through the Kord parking lot now.”
Kord Industries.
That was probably the most interesting thing to happen to El Paso in years. The tech company had opened a local branch not too long ago. It wasn’t exactly WayneTech or S.T.A.R. Labs, but it had made it into the top ten list of corporations leading in scientific research and advanced tech development.
When the modest facility was first constructed, the whole town welcomed it with open arms. Finally—some said—it would put El Paso on the map. Others weren’t so thrilled. There were a few old-school folks who thought the city was better left untouched, exactly the way it had always been. Jaime’s own father, Alberto, was one of them.
Jaime, though? He didn’t care either way. It wasn’t his fight.
“Hasta pronto,” he told his mother in that sexy youthful Spanish voice of his, then hung up. His flip phone—a clunky, outdated thing—snapped closed with a mechanical click as he stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. Just another thing he got made fun of for: his family’s lack of flashy tech or spare cash.
Jaime skated a little faster, eager to get home and avoid another lecture. His thoughts drifted, just for a second, to his ancient flip phone.
I mean… maybe I don’t care what people say, but a newer phone wouldn’t hurt—
BOOM!
The world around him exploded in fire and noise.
“¡¿Pero qué—?!”
The Kord Industries building erupted in flames right beside him. The shockwave threw Jaime off his board like a ragdoll. His body slammed onto the rough pavement and skidded painfully across the asphalt.
“Ugh—!” he groaned, blinking spots from his eyes. His helmet had cracked on impact but spared him from worse. Still, his body ached. His arm tingled—possibly fractured—and his back throbbed like it had been folded in half.
And then he smelled it.
Fire.
Jaime’s eyes snapped to his shoulder—his hoodie was on fire.
His already wide eyes stretched further in panic.
“¡MIERDA!”
Without thinking, he ripped the hoodie off, then his T-shirt too, revealing his lithe, caramel-toned torso. The cool air hit his skin as he stamped out the burning clothes. His chest heaved.
His perky mocha nipples started to harden due to the cool night breeze, which made him shiver. He wouldn’t deny that he was a bit of an exhibitionist, as he certainly had a thrill on whenever he was shirtless out in the open.
But right now, that was beside the point.
Jaime raised his head, his eyes widening in shock as he saw flames roaring out of the Kord Industries building. Black smoke curled into the sky like ink spilled in water. The firelight painted the walls around him in gold and red.
He blinked, stunned. That building was supposed to be state-of-the-art. The crown jewel of El Paso’s future. And now it was going up in flames?
And wait… wasn’t that thing packed with volatile tech?
Why would they put something so dangerous this close to my house? Jaime thought, taking a cautious step back. His instincts screamed at him to get away—until something else drew his attention.
Something… odd.
Lying a few feet away, near the curb, was a small, beetle-shaped object. It was scorched and smoking, probably thrown out from the explosion. But despite the blast, it looked remarkably intact. No dents. No cracks. Just a faint glow at its center, pulsing like a heartbeat.
“What the hell…” Jaime murmured.
Curiosity overtook his nerves. He stepped closer and knelt, gently picking up the strange artifact. It was heavier than it looked, about the size of his closed fist. Its surface felt smooth, metallic—almost warm.
Then it twitched.
The beetle’s legs—or what looked like legs—jerked to life. They flexed like an insect’s, twitching grotesquely. And from the edges of its carapace, something black and viscous began to ooze out—thick and glossy like oil, but somehow… alive.
“¡Ay, carajo!” Jaime yelped, dropping the beetle—but it clung to him.
The black goo whipped out like a tendril and slapped onto his skin, crawling up his arm with terrifying speed. Jaime tried to tear it off, but more tendrils wrapped around him, pinning his limbs. The beetle skittered up his forearm like a spider before anchoring itself to the middle of his back.
“AAAGH!”
A sharp stab of pain surged through his body as the beetle’s pincers dug into his skin. Jaime fell to his knees, his body convulsing. He could feel it—inside him now, like something had connected to his nerves directly.
It wasn’t over. From the beetle’s core, more of the black substance poured out. Only now it shimmered slightly—more metallic, more structured. Four long tendrils shot out, wrapping around his torso like binding chains. Jaime gasped as the material slithered across his chest, his arms, his legs. It hardened as it moved, locking around his body like armor.
He was being encased—entombed.
Panicked breaths tore from his throat. “Get it off, get it off—!”
But there was no stopping it. The goo—no, the suit—was alive. It pulsed against his skin like a second heart, reshaping itself around him with chilling precision.
Jaime could barely breathe as it crept up his neck. His eyes widened in terror.
“No—wait, stop—!”
The last thing he saw was the black mass engulfing his vision.
And then—darkness.
“Finally. A worthy host…”
A voice. Low, guttural, inhuman. It didn’t echo in his ears—it resonated in his mind.
“We’re going to have… such fun together.”
Next thing Jaime knew, he was standing in his bedroom at home.
His breath came in quick, shallow gasps as he glanced around, eyes wide. Everything looked exactly as he had left it earlier that day. His bedsheets were still messy—he had forgotten to make his bed again. A stack of overdue homework sat on top, untouched. The familiar posters still lined his walls, and his window remained open, letting in the cool night breeze that gently stirred the curtains.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Too normal. So normal, in fact, that for a fleeting moment, Jaime almost convinced himself it had all been a dream.
But then he realized—he wasn’t lying in bed. He was standing in the middle of his room, heart racing, sweat clinging to his bare skin. That alone shattered the illusion.
If it had been a nightmare, wouldn’t he have woken up with a jolt, tangled in sheets, blinking at the ceiling? He wasn’t a sleepwalker either—Milagro loved to tease him that he slept like a rock, completely dead to the world.
Jaime rubbed his arms slowly, more out of nervous tension than the cold. His torso was still bare, every inch of skin prickling not from the breeze, but from unease. What had just happened? And how the hell did he get back home?
“What… happened?” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling, barely audible over the rustling of the curtains.
And that’s when it happened again.
Long tentacles sprouted from his back again, similar to the ones from earlier. Only this time, they were way more. Jamie counted at least ten, and before he could react, he found himself being captured and restrained, against the floor.
“What the hell?!” He cried, as the tentacles wrapped themselves around his wrists and lifted his hands above his head, while two others did the same with his ankles, spreading his legs far and wide.
“Get off me!” He tried to squirm himself free, but the tentacles just tightened their hold over him making him cry more out of surprise than in actual pain. A blush spread across his handsome face, feeling embarrassed due to this helpless position.
“Please do not resist, Jaime Reyes.” A voice — the same one he heard from earlier during his brief blackout moment — told him. It was dark and heavy, like a growl, which sent shivers down his spine. But it was also tinged with what he dared say was…lust?
“We’ve waited so long for this moment, the moment where we will be restored to our rightful form and claim a mate for our own.” Purred the voice, “And now, it is time for you to join us.”
“Let me go!” Jaime shouted defiantly, trying to kick his legs even though it was futile. The voice didn’t seemed to be pleased by his response, and another tentacle wrapped itself around his mouth, muffling his shouts. This gave him the impression that the voice and the goo were actually one and the same.
It made a sound similar to one clicking their tongue in annoyance. “Tch. We wanted to be reasonable, yet you are still trying to deny us. Fine. We will have to break you in the hard way.”
Jamie’s eyes as the tentacles but moved down his shirtless torso and towards his pants and upon touching them, his clothes began to dissolve. The material that made up his clothing was slowly breaking apart deconstructing itself.
And it didn’t just ended up with his pants. His shoes and even his underwear were completely eroded, leaving him as naked as the day he was born and completely exposed to the goo.
Jaime’s blush intensified, feeling humiliated but at the same time, a familiar thrill ran down his spine. The same thrill he got whenever he was shirtless in public, but ten times more intense. This was his stupid exhibitionist side rearing its ugly head. Why did he had to get excited now?
Meanwhile, the tentacles paused to take in every inch of his now exposed body. Jaime had a thin, but fit frame. His stomach is flat, but he did had a faint developing set of abs. His arms were long, lovely and slim. His more visible muscles had to be his legs though due to skateboarding, which he had done ever since reaching puberty. His thighs and calves were nicely shaped, with a narrow waist to booth.
And between his legs resting atop his balls, which were the size of small apples, was his flaccid 8-inch and 4-thick cock— with faint trickles of dark pubic hair under his navel. Just slightly above the usual average, Jaime didn’t believe his dick was all that great or interesting. But that didn’t seemed to be the case with the tentacles, as two of them eagerly wrapped themselves around his crotch and began fondling it slowly.
Jaime gasped as two more tentacles started teasing both of his nipples, who were already half-hard due to the night air coming from outside the open window, rubbing against them with their tips. They swirled around them, coiling around the small buds and even pulling at them harshly, making Jamie squirm and wither in place.
He tried to pull away again, but failed as another tentacle wrapped around his waist to keep him from moving.
“Give in, Jamie Reyes.” the voice said, “You cannot fight us. You will give in and join the hive.”
Jamie closed his eyes, trying to drown out the voice as well as the pleasure that was coursing through his body, wishing this was all a horrible nightmare.
But then his body made a full arch as the two tentacles that had been fondling now-hard cock moved along his ass and crotch, and began to grind and caress them. And not just that. He saw with wide-eyed horror as two other tentacles shrunk into the size of strings and slithered right inside his urethra, delivering pleasure from inside.
Jaime moaned loudly but was muffled due to the tentacle still wrapped against his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut, as a couple of beads of tears began forming in his eyes. Due to horror, humiliation, pain and pleasure, or even all of the above, he didn’t know. His blush intensified even more, until it now reached the tips of his ears.
The teen shivered and withered in pleasure, over and over again, as he felt the sensations take over him. He’d never had his nipples teased in such a way like this. The only time he’s ever done it was one time when he was thirteen out of curiosity but he quickly stopped due to how weird it felt and he never did it again. The outside of the tentacles then formed into mouths that latched onto his nipples, making him scream even louder.
Now he wasn’t only being teased from the inside but from the outside as well. His toes curled and flexed, as his body arched at the sensations. It felt as if the tentacles in his nipples were releasing lightning bolts, zapping his nerves and sending pleasure through his body. He also felt a tentacle slithering down his chest towards his crotch, which throbbed angrily as it leaked precum like crazy.
He gasped as two tiny tentacles from before finally unsheathed themselves from his urethra, only to be replaced by the tentacle which shaped itself into another mouth; engulfing his cock, and started sucking. He was panting now, mouth parting open beneath the muffling tentacle, as his eyelids fluttered to half-mast.
That’s when said tentacle muffle finally let go of his mouth. He gasped, trying to intake as much oxygen as possible. But before Jaime could say a single word, that same tentacle began reshaping itself before his eyes; now adopting a phallic shape that was around 10 inches in length. It quickly shoved itself into his mouth, silencing him again. He gagged around the tentacle and shivered, trying to force it out his mouth, even trying biting it. But that only ended up with the cock-like tentacle spewing out some sort of liquid into his mouth.
Jaime could still feel the tentacle around his cock increasing its sucking capacity, making him moan as he felt being sucked and licked from all sides. His sensitive cock now twitched even more, with more pre pooling out of his tip. But inside the asphyxiating hold of the tentacle, it could barely move. Which sent a strange pleasurable feeling down his spine again.
More tentacles sprouted again; sliding, caressing, teasing, and playing with him.
Jaime blushed pink again as some of the new tentacles began playing with his ass, making it bounce and smacking it; just to watch it jiggle. Another tentacle moved behind his head and forced it to bob up and down the tentacle cock currently holding his mouth hostage. His tongue moved along the oozy tip and flicked the slit. Moaning, he briefly pulled off to lick and kiss the tip to then go right back to sucking; taking at least the first few inches in his mouth.
He continued to moan, sweetly and high-pitched, as the mouth tentacles kept sucking on his nipples.
By now, Jaime had stopped trying to fight back. He was barely able to pay attention anymore, or even remember how he got into this situation. He was only able to moan and cry more tears of pleasure, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
That’s why he didn’t noticed how the black goo slowly began spreading across his bodies, starting up at his feet and spreading along his legs, also doing the same with his arms and hands.
But what he did notice from the corner of his half-lidded and dazed eye as how two more cock-like tentacle emerged. The tentacles moved towards his hole and roughly pushed in. But it didn’t hurt. Jaime let out a series of loud moans of pure pleasure as the huge tentacles moved and withered around inside of his ass; thrusting in and out of his holes. The boy could only gasp as his cock was also simulated further as the mouth tentacle matched the pace of the tentacles in his ass.
The tentacles continued moving and wriggling around until they found their target, and mercilessly attacked it. He howled around the tentacle in his mouth, as his misty vision filled up with stars. Jaime could feel their impending climax — both his own and the tentacles’ — approaching.
Jaime was so blinded by the pleasure that he failed to notice how more and more of the goo continued to cover his body, caressing every inch of his flesh. And then, right at the height of his pleasure when he felt the tentacles that had been fucking his ass and his cock being squeezed and gripped, his face was engulfed and his vision went black.
Cocooned within a massive black sphere, Jamie was left in total darkness. He couldn’t see anything, but he didn’t need to, as he could very well feel everything.
The inside of the cocoon was hot, a pleasurable heat that had him withering and whining from within. Tiny jolts of what could only be described as electricity buzzed through his body; every nerve felt like it was being lit on fire. A flame of pure pleasure that had the teen’s cock twitch and throb. Meanwhile, the tentacle cocks inside of his ass began to swell, growing thicker and longer, stretching the boy from the inside. Pulsing and vibrating against his inner walls, sending waves of euphoria through his entire system and straight to his pulsating, throbbing cock which was oozing pre as he was continuously simulated.
It was all too much—too much pleasure, too much simulation. It was overwhelming him completely. And in the end, Jamie had finally caved and came— hard.
Cum erupted from his cock, shooting in thick streams that flooded tentacle mouth that seemed to be absorbing the cum. The tentacles in his ass then began shooting a black substance that was similar to sperm inside of it as well as the one in his mouth.
Lost in his pleasure high, Jaime was left completely defenseless as the ooze completely covered his bodies. And had he been in the right mind, he would have heard the voice echoing across the cocoon—
“You belong to us now, Jamie Reyes. Welcome to the hive.”
Outside the cocoon, all was quiet in Jaime's room. Nothing out of the ordinary could be heard that would warrant the rest of the Reyes family coming to check in, almost as if nothing had happened.
First came out a pair of legs with clawed feet, followed by two arms and legs, and lastly the rest of the body.
It was none other than Jamie Alberto Reyes, but different. Consumed by the hive.
The goo of his new suit, now a metallic dark and slightly grayish cyan color, clung to his body, looking almost as if it were alive, shifting and morphing against his body before finally settling down. It hugged Jamie’s body almost like a second skin, so much so that he actually would look more modest fully naked than with the suit.
It covered every last inch of his body, including his face as it now had a fully formed face mask that resembled a spider. The outlines of his short-cropped hair poked out of his head, but sharper now. Almost like small spikes. On his back as well as his chest was a large white symbol looked like a combination of a beetle and a spider.
His body had changed as well. For starters, he was much taller now. He had a muscular lean figure with bulging shoulders and arms, a strong firm chest and a delicious set of six-pack abs. His thighs and calves were more defined and muscular, becoming as thick as a giant soda bottles.
His previous okay butt had turned into a round, statuesque and athletic rump that would look like it could effortlessly crush a man’s head if he sat on them. His hole was also loose, puckered but open, leaking fluid and practically winking even when no one was there to fill it. But what stood out the most was his cock.
Right where his cock should’ve been was now a beast of a thing: 16-inches long and 8 inches of girth. Veined, mottled black with streaks of oily violet and dark blue, ridged like an alien tentacle and already glistening with rivers of warm, sticky pre. It stood tall, curving up past his navel— easily longer than his forearm and just as thick, throbbing with need. The head was fat, flared, a deep purplish blue flush that leaked constantly, with a fat droplet of clear fluid stretching from the tip and splashing against his room’s floorboards.
His balls suffered an equally radical change, becoming the size of 44 LBS kettlebells and even weighing the same. They churned constantly, heavy with their seed. The firm feeling of them was embarrassingly arousing at how big and full they felt.
Because his suit fits his body perfectly to show off his new muscular body, his crotch was cupped which allowed the suit to show every outline of his full heavy balls and impressively sized cock.
Jaime stared at himself in horror and… something else. Heat.
He opened his mouth to lick his lips, a nervous habit he’s head ever since he was little, before he caught himself. He saw that not only was his mouth bigger, filled with jagged teeth which were sharper than blades, but his tongue had become much longer now— slithering around like it had a mind of its own, almost like a snake.
“Wh—what the fuck…?”
The scent rolled up in waves. It smelled like burnt caramel, sweat, and sin. Like a locker room soaked in lust, like a lover’s mouth after hours of use. His brain fogged. His pupils dilating behind the white markings of his new mask. That smell alone made his hips rock forward on instinct.
He didn’t tell his hand to move, but it did anyway.
Jaime’s newly clawed fingers wrapped around the shaft—but barely. It was too thick, the veins too alive, twitching beneath his palm with every stroke. His hand became wet immediately with the thick pre endlessly dripping down his wrist, trailing from his knuckles like syrup.
And still the cock grew harder.
“You like this,” came the voice from inside his skull. It purred with want. "We like it."
Jaime shuddered, but he didn’t let go of his new cock. “No—this—this isn’t me—”
“It is now.”
The suit spread further. A new set of tentacles wrapped around his chest and throat, pinning him back to the bed with gentle strength. His legs fell open. His cock throbbed. A thick jet of pre burst upward, landing square on his chest, sticky and hot.
Jaime moaned. Shamefully loud.
His hand jerked faster. The scent got worse better. It filled his mouth, coated his tongue. The pre was everywhere now—slicking the bed, soaking the sheets, pooling between his ass cheeks. He needed to cum. The pressure was unbearable. His kettlebell balls ached, full and tight, dragging against the mattress.
“You’re leaking like a beast,” the voice whispered. “Breed yourself.”
Jaime’s other hand slipped down, shaking. His clawed fingers were already drenched. He pressed two against his puckered out hole, still twitching and pulsating obscenely like a heartbeat.
His cock twitched, sensing the motion.
Jaime didn’t resist.
He shoved the fingers in.
A cry tore out of him—high, strangled, and utterly lost to pleasure, but also mixed with an alien-like shriek. He fucked himself with his fingers as his other hand jerked his beastly shaft. Pre shot up again, this time splattering his cheek and his lips, warm and syrupy-sweet.
He licked it without thinking, his long serpentine-like tongue slithering once with delight after tasting it.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “It tastes—”
Like nothing he’d ever imagined. Honeyed salt, the sharpness of metal, the afterbite of sex itself. It coated his throat like it belonged there. Like it had always belonged there.
He came with a scream.
The cock pulsed—once, twice—then unleashed.
A geyser of thick, white-hot cum exploded from the head, splattering the ceiling, painting the wall, raining down in ropes across his face and chest. His stomach was soaked, the sheets ruined, and yet his cock didn’t stop twitching. More followed— shot after shot, pooling around him, flooding the bed with the scent of sperm and sin.
His hands fell limp. His body spasmed, toes curling. His throbbing hole squeezed around nothing, begging for something more.
Jaime blinked up at the ceiling, dripping with his own mess, heart thundering. The scent was everywhere—he was soaked in it, marinated in it.
Panting harshly, he slowly began to lose consciousness as the strain of the night’s activities finally got the better of him. Closing his eyes, the suit started to dissolve back inside the Scarab; leaving his fully naked body exposed.
And the goo— no, the symbiote — giggled. He sprouted two tentacles to cover Jaime’s body with the bed’s blanket, that way it would look as if he was sleeping soundly in his bed.
He knew this wouldn’t be the end. Newlings of the hive only had one thing in mind; sex and the pleasure that came from it. They needed it constantly, the same way humans need food and oxygen to live. More so during the first few months, if not longer. And the symbiote was more than happy to provide his new host with it.
“We’re not done, Jaime Reyes. This is just the beginning.”