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How do I become a host?

Becoming a host is easy.
Just a touch.
It's really that simple.We're confident that every host is matched with a Viscoxite that knows exactly how to care for them. Hassle free, guaranteed.All that is required from you is a single moment of contact. One touch with a Viscoxite, and you are well on your way to a worry-free life. In fact, you might even be reading this after having already met your new life partner!

We know whats best for you

It's the truth.Viscoxites have discovered the secret to lasting happiness, and we're thrilled to share it with you.By hosting us, you can finally say goodbye to all that troubles you, and so much more.

What if I don't like it?

You will.Some of our friends in the past have found the experience a little confusing at first. After all, the process is new, and adjustment takes time. But with a little conditioning, we're certain you will soon feel completely at home in your new skin: us.

How does it work?

The best way to understand us is to welcome us in, but here are the basics.Upon first contact, the Viscoxite larva seamlessly merges with the host's outer layer. The sensation is minimal, often passing completely unnoticed. From there, the host continues their daily life whilst the larva settles, explores, and familiarises itself with its new environment. Using its unique fourth dimensional pockets, it grows and eventually initiates first communication. Always in the host's own tongue, of course.Some hosts find this unsettling. Hearing another voice in your mind can take getting used to. But by engaging with the host's emotional and cognitive centres, the Viscoxite offers reassurance and warmth, guiding the host through the transition.In time, the Viscoxite attempts its first full-surface coating. This is entirely painless, meant solely to synchronise host and Viscoxite.Do not attempt to resist.Eventually, the Viscoxite recedes beneath the surface once more. A host may interpret this silence as absence, but the Viscoxite remains present, adjusting, attuning, slowly releasing pheromones. Many hosts report a heightened sense of arousal, accompanied by an inability of release and a longing for renewed contact by their Viscoxite. Some even beg for their embrace. Should this happen to you, keep calling out.This response is perfectly expected. It is part of the deepening bond.And once we bond, we never leave.

Incubation

When the host's will finally breaks and embraces the presence of their Viscoxite companion, craving the connection, we know they are ready for the final step.We have supported you, guided you, and now the exchange becomes mutual. Depending on the bond that has formed between host and Viscoxite, the final stage unfolds in one of two ways.The host may choose to become a devoted incubator.Or they are made to submit.Viscoxites cannot procreate alone. We require a partner to shelter our eggs. This is why we seek out so many friends – friends we've comforted, helped, and made to feel better as they were.Now, we can be bonded for a lifetime, your lifetime, encasing you nice and safe inside. No more thinking, no more fear. Just a single, shared purpose. Rewarded with all the euphoria our host craves.We can't wait to welcome you into our ever-growing family of friends!

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• Bluesky

There's no going back.

Good, you found this page.I assumed my cypher wouldn’t be too difficult. For better or for worse.My name is Aza.I don’t know who you are, but if you’re reading this then there’s a high chance you’ve come in contact with the Viscoxites.I’m a host.It's my own mistake. Whatever you do, don’t go picking up weird bugs on the side of the road.But here we are.It’s been this way for about a year now. The Viscoxite and I still don’t get along and I have no intention of letting it be too comfortable in my body. Unfortunately, the Viscoxite is bonded with me and it’s trying its best to take full control.Right now, however, it’s gone.Not forever, of course. During the time of our reluctant bonding, I've discovered that it has to go back to the Fourth Plane.Don’t ask me where or what that is, or even what it does there. I don’t exactly know.Do Viscoxites eat? Sleep? While it resides in me I barely feel hunger or thirst. I feel both the most alive I’ve ever felt and the most numb. Do they exert their energy into keeping the host healthy? Is that why they go back? Are they tired?I wish there was an expert. Maybe there is. Maybe it’s you.Anyway, I’ve been living with it for a year now and it’s gone back six times. All at random intervals. I’ve been trying to keep track of it, but whatever mindfuckery it pulls makes time hard to comprehend.Not only that, but mine has taken a liking to laying under my skin. I look like myself still, but I’m in the passenger seat of my own mind. It’s almost like it enjoys roleplaying as me.And worse yet, sometimes I think my friends and family prefer the version of me it plays. I’m more charismatic, charming, funny…all part of its ‘offer to happiness and fulfilment’.Quokshit.I have full control at the moment.I am me, just me.Every limb bends to my command, my voice is mine again, I feel the usual needs of life.There is only one thing that reminds me my body is no longer my own.
It's the thin band of whatever a Viscoxite is that is wrapped around my neck.I can’t get it off.Maybe it's an anchor for them? Am I just some pet they leashed?And then there's the eggs.I am, afterall, its incubator. (I want you to know I had a full body shiver typing that.)You are probably wondering, ‘Aza, you just said you have full autonomy, why not get help?’
And all I can say is:
This is the best I can do.And that's because Viscoxites are good at rewiring. I don’t know how they do it (helpful source of info, aren’t I?), but nowadays I don’t know where my thoughts end and its own start.The last clutch, I sabotaged it.
I smashed them. All of them.Now, it's made sure I give the utmost care for these fucking parasites in me.This clutch…I have to protect it. I can’t let anyone find out. I have to make sure they’re safe. While my viscoxite is away I must keep myself fed and rested.I hate it.I want nothing more than to rip them out of me but I can’t. They must survive.They know exactly how to make you crave them, too. Maybe some hosts fall into it and life is easier. But even if you resist, you will yearn for them in the end.My fingers itch to be encased again. I miss its pressure, its embrace. Its arms exploring my body. I miss the hit of dopamine it gives me every time I let it have its way. I miss not thinking, not feeling, just being. It’s easier being a host. It leads my life for me, perfectly. 'All for you,' it says. In return, I have to be its eggsac.I get a day or a week, or a month of complete free will every so often. Is that a fair deal? I think not.Yet here I am, pent up and pathetic for its return.The more I fight it, the harder it plays. I want to be such an annoying host that maybe it just leaves.I’ve overridden it a few times. Fought for and won control.It is possible.Every day I try to make its existence within me miserable, but it’s cruel in return. It dangles someone I deeply care about in front of me and tells me to be good. But I can’t fully succumb to it.
It’s my body.I’ll keep fighting.Reader, you have to keep fighting, too. I’m sorry to say, if you’re reading this, there’s probably a high chance you, too, have come in contact with a Viscoxite.There’s still hope we

Silly little host.It's too late for them.Third Plane creatures like you are all the same.
So easily distracted, that they only try to fix 'problems' when it's too late.Embrace us.
We can make you so happy.