Take over (3)

I'm sure many people are now wondering how I can infect so many people with one cake. I can give a certain, satisfying answer to that. When small children sell lemonade on the roadside, people buy it out of decency to the children. When an older lady, like Chrissy, bakes cakes and offers them to her friends, it doesn't seem like an older man selling lemonade on the side of the road. 

I sat in the park with Terri's colleagues until late afternoon. Even though Chrissy's children were getting tired, I tried to find an end to the conversation. In addition, the pressure of Chrissy slowly waking herself up from her dream world was getting to me. So after less than an hour, I had no other option but to say goodbye to the group. I was all the more pleased to control new bodies. The more I slowly ran away, the more I felt my larvae crawling around in their bodies. Just a few more hours and I had Terri and her colleagues as well as Sam and her bakery under control.

Once home with the kids, Zach asked me what took me so long. I explained to him that I had met Terri. "The one from yoga?" he inquired as he popped an apple in his mouth. I agreed and explained what we were talking about. Of course, it was no wonder Chrissy never took him to her friends' houses. He was visibly uninterested in the conversation and asked me if I would watch a movie with him. The children were in the living room, waiting for me. I agreed and the children, tired from day school, turned on the movie. In the meantime, I went to the toilet and tried to wake Chrissy up. Even while talking to Zach, I could feel that she was starting to wake up. It was difficult for me to stay in character. I still didn't have enough strength to put Chrissy in a dream so I could control her body for longer, but at least I had enough strength to talk her into what she was doing. While I woke her up, I told her that she had met up with Terri and had come home and was going to watch a movie with her family. I leaned back and let my body go limp. The next time I opened my eyes, Chrissy remembered what I had told her and returned to her family. My larvae were still not ready to take over the bodies. Waiting, I withdrew and enjoyed the movie.

After I fed on copious amounts of popcorn, enjoyed the movie and retreated, the first larvae managed to take over the bodies of their victims. I felt like a bit of a shock when one of the larvae made contact with Samantha's brain. I could now also possess many of her colleagues who had eaten the cake. Among the followers, I now had access to Edina, Chloe, Terri and Ele. As for Sam, I had infected her and three of her colleagues. As soon as I had access to their brains, I accessed them and looked at their profiles. One of them particularly caught my eye: 

Kinsley Graham was a twenty-five-year-old Englishwoman from Guildford. What was unusual about her was that she didn't look British at all, but more like an American. I pulled out one of her memoirs about herself. Long blonde-brown hair, brown eyes that beamed out over her full cheeks, but still fitted into her oval round head. She also had a broader nose to match her face and white, shining teeth. Interestingly, her body is broader and abundant in fat, carbohydrates and minerals. The perfect person for my revenge plan.

I briefed One on my next course of action and instructed him to keep an eye on the Hobbs family. He obeyed my order as I transferred my memory from my parasite body into the larva of Kinsley. In a minute I had access to her body, which I took over. Away from the big cities, she lived on a farm near Chrissy, I felt the fresh, cold wind blowing into the room. 

I opened my eyes. The bed had been built in height, the mattress thick, but it was Kinsley's body cozy. I felt her weight and it was in the overweight range, but for American women, normal weight and overweight are the same thing. So I lifted her head in the air and inspected her rooms. Opposite the bed was a long table with make-up, a mirror, exercise books and pens. A wardrobe to the left of the bed. Then, next to the table, the door to the room, open to the dark, and opposite the open window. 

I sat upright on the bed with difficulty. I slowly stepped on the floor with her feet, whose toenails were painted white, and let her hold my weight. Even though I had the feeling that she was a little heavier than Chrissy, it didn't take me a few minutes to get her body under control. I sat in the dark in front of the mirror and looked at my new face, her hair falling messily down her back. Her brown eyes stared back at me. 

I felt my hands, which were a little thicker, because after all, she was a little more on the overweight scale. I touched her face and chest. Her true ones were definitely not small. I touched her breasts, which were certainly C-cups. I massaged them with my hands. Her long pink painted fingernails were too small to hold everything. 

God, I already love her body. She was asleep in the back of her mind. I looked in the mirror. In a high-pitched voice, I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Kinsley Graham. Nice to meet you," I said again, and again, until her voice rang out the way I could hear it from her memories. Now I was firmly convinced that I could fool others into thinking I was Kinsley Graham. At least until I had exacted my revenge.