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The first few hours in a new body always bring in some type of undescribable rush that cannot be matched by any other experience. Leslie, or Robin now, decided to regulate the brimming energy (and libido) by working out yet another hour in the gym, pushing his newly-inhabited body to the limit.
Even after the grueling additional workout, his body still feels restless. And the musk that his young, tight body emanated clearly doesn't help his case because not only he's aroused by his own reflection, now his musk started assaulting his nose with promises of a good stinky time. Noticing the throbbing cock in his sweatpants, he smirked. The beast is confined underneath all these fabrics and it needed to be free. 6.5 inches soft but thick as a beer can. A grower at that, because it dang reached 8 inches and fuck it's getting even fatter it probably can't fit into any random pussy! Not only that, it's starting to leak too and he can sense that it's gonna be an epic outburst if he just suddenly soiled his pants right then and there with his sticky, smelly cum.
Looking around, the locker room is too crowded. The shower does not interest him, but he needs to pump freely. He needs to breed. But he cannot do it in such a public place. No, too early to do this shit in public, he thought to himself. But that's the old Robin speaking. The decent one. The respectful one. The one still thinking about the future and how he can be a contributive member to the society. Well, he still wants to contribute to the society, through positive pregnancy tests among ladies he breeds and positive reinforcement to goon among youth his age and beyond. That's positive contribution from his fresh perspective now there's a gooning entity that latched itself to his brain and drive most of his decision-making. So, with a smirk and a rolled eyes to the back of his head, he started fantasizing about pounding his thick cock in any hole that appeared on his mind. As his hands busy wandering down all across his tight workout shirts and palming his crotch, he stared at the macho Latino stud taking selfie of his physique several meters away. The thought of diving his nose to smell that Nike running shorts, licking the wet mark in the back of that short till it dries, worshipping him from the back and starting to infect his mind with all sort of gentle touches and whispers that ensnared him, causing him to let out a little seductive whimper as his cock reached its full, juicy mast. The sensation that hit his system feels otherworldly and to make things even better, not like the dude's aware of a blonde gooning freak sitting on a bench several meters away, toes-curled, tongue-lolled, nipple-hardened and face-flushed red while dry-humping himself in the air fantasizing to tame the stud down and turned him into a messy Latino gooner!
As Robin's wet spot starting to get bigger and bigger due to the leaky pre and his lips parted even wider and leaking saliva, another gymgoer that seems to unable to mind his own business called Robin out
"Yo bro, really? Out here in the locker room? Get yourself inside a stall or something, freak,"
Snapped out from his trance and much to the surprise of the Latino stud that was the star of his gooning fantasy, Robin stared angrily at the dude in red short that ruined his moment. Fuck, the Latino stud already ran away as he probably realized that he's been objectified by a horny blonde gooner while snapping his progress selfie! In a burst of anger, Robin hurtled a nasty, thick, saliva right to the interrupting stud that's been building up inside of his mouth that even dripped in thin string forms while gooning to the previous Latino stud. The red-shorts stud has zero chance to avoid the incoming spit that landed squarely in his face and the spit quickly split and injected itself into his brain through his nose and mouth. Similar to losing consciousness, the stud simply stands there, frozen in time and processed the alteration that hit his brain.
But as soon as he regained his consciousness, there's something different on the way his eyes glint under the light. Then, the smirk, indicating that he's now on the same side as Robin as he narrowed his eyes
"You gave me this body, dude?" The red-shorts stud inquired while flexing his muscle
"Well yeah, your old self pissed me off. So, I guess it's just right to let that body of yours under the supervision of a new management,"
"Dude, you don't know how much I appreciated this. Fuck, we really can do some damage together in here, plenty of bodies to infect, like mine, what do you think???"
Listening to such quick and decisive plan, Robin couldn't hold himself any longer and shoot his load right then and there with none of his hands touching his shaft. Robin shamelessly moaned out loud to gain everyone's attention, as that's been the plan, and the new convert added to the dramatic by hollering
"Yo dude, what the fuck happened to ya?" the red shorts dude acted out concerned, luring in some easy, concerned meats to closer proximity for takeover.
As expected, several people chimed in and tried to lend their hand for help, examining the situation and ensuring that there's nothing major to worry about. When they circled around both men, suddenly the red-shorts stud grabbed the dude with the hair bun and started ravenously kissing him right on the lips while Robin used his soaked, wet pants and wrestling ability to lock and tackle down the stud with the messy hair. The carnage could not be contained and within minutes, the entire 9 random gymgoers that just wanted to check on a fellow-gymgoer well-being already affected by the virus. Their glazed eyes, crooked, goony smile, the occasional tongue out, the nip slips, the virus already turned them flirtier, cockier and much more excited to show their body off and bait more people to fall victim to their scheme.
Their mind already simplified by the ever-growing hive-mind with Robin in the centre of it all, making it solely focused on getting bigger, partying harder and getting more pussy to breed for their hybrid offspring that they never experimented beforehand. Looking like mostly young adult jocks, it's pretty safe to assume that the hive's focus on chasing such hedonistic lifestyle filled to the brim with parties won't be really out of character for the jocks.
Smiling dumbly looking at his creation and a job well done, Robin grabs his gym bag, and despite still feeling jittery and extra horny to the level this body never experienced before, he walked out from the locker room in all of his stink and unwashed glory and head out to his car. A little celebratory dance for a job well done is certainly something he can do before heading out for his next stop, dorm sweet dorm.
