Deandre was an ebony God: tall, dark and handsome. He was a friendly, good-natured, all around great guy. He had a girlfriend, a steady job, and a dream life on Hawaii. Every day at lunch he’d throw on a pair of boardshorts and go surfing for thirty minutes or so; and it was a typical Wednesday afternoon that his life was effectively taken over.
It was a beautiful day. Blue skies, 89 degrees, sunny, and crashing waves. A beach full of tourists wasn’t enough to deter Deandre and his surfboard, so as he walked past sunburnt retirees from deep in the midwest, he payed no attention to the pair of eyes watching him like a hawk. Hiding from sight behind a surfboard of his own, the man’s blacked out eyes and curious demeanour strangely caught the attention of no one.
Deandre paddled out to catch some waves, missing a few decent ones. His attention focused on the horizon, he didn’t notice the man slowly entering the water. Sporting glasses to hide his darting eyes, he searched his borrowed memory to communicate with his prey. By the time he reached Deandre, he was smiling and calling out to him as if it were natural.
“Hey dude!” Deandre turned around to see the sun-tanned beach bum calling at him with a dumb grin.
“Can I help you?” he asked. The kid just continued to paddle closer and closer until he was practically beside him. Deandre shot him a look of disdain, hoping to ward off the strange boy, to no avail.
“Hello dudebro!” The kid spoke with a strange voice. A stereotypical surfer dude affect, but with a concerning bi-tonal voice. The smile remained plastered on his face, as he waited for Deandre’s response. It was underneath the surface, however, that the creature was truly stirring. Preparing to exit it’s host, the mollusk-like creature began to slither out of the boy’s rear, tentacles stretching the hole to accommodate his bulbous body.
The surfer began to shake violently, as the creature disconnected itself from his brain and spinal cord, before passing out face first onto his surfboard. It was then that Deandre sprang into action. A former lifeguard, he dove into the water and straight to the kid floating on the surface, unaware of the alien just beneath his toes. Too far from land, he began to perform CPR on the seemingly lifeless body.
Taking this opportunity to strike, the alien wrapped a slick tentacle around the ebony man’s ankle. Thinking it was just some seaweed getting caught, he continued his resuscitation efforts. This theory didn’t last long, as soon after, he felt a strange slimy probe approaching his rear. It was then that Deandre could see the alien creature beneath the ripples.
It looked like a strange grey octopus, with an impossible amount of tentacles sprouting from it’s balloon-like head. Two gigantic black eyes like beads stared at him from it’s glaring face. Before the gigantic man could cry for help, the tendril shot up into him, probing deep into his rectum. He yelped, unable to do much else than breathe as the creature continued to force itself into him. Just as Deandre took a deep breath, a second tentacle thrust into his body, and began to expand, his hole stretching and tearing at the immense pressure.
It took fifteen seconds for the creature to slither into Deandre’s writhing body, leaving behind a massive, pulsing rectum in it’s wake. Deandre could feel the slithering tentacles slide throughout him, even so much as to appear as moving lumps beneath his skin. A moment of silence fell as his eyes rolled back into his head, and a gurgling sound echoed from his gaping mouth.
With one final *crack*, his expression softened. With every movement, a slimy noise emitted from within his body, indicative of the tendrils manipulating his muscles. The boy beginning to regain consciousness, the lasting effects of the take over became evident. Completely submissive, thoughtless, unable to even make a decision.
“Come, slave, let’s go home.” Deandre said with a sinister bi tonality to his voice. Snatching the sunglasses from his former husk’s face, he covered his empty, black eyes, and paddled back to the shore.
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