The Parasite, Part 7 - Female Version

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Summary: Following infection by an alien parasite, Chloe begins to hear a commanding voice in her head that demands her to stuff her face with food, massage various body parts, insert edibles into her loins, and partake in other unusual activities. Chloe’s belly grows and grows as the parasite swells in consequence. Chloe’s efforts to balance her busy work life with the frightening voice of the parasite proves to be disastrous. Contains: Belly expansion, breast expansion, possible egg-laying and more.

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She looked as though she was overdue with twins, on the verge of dropping, and should have been on bedrest—certainly not going to work, struggling through the usual office monotony, smiling flippantly but crying internally.

People would stare at her, but Chloe did her best to ignore it.

She tried not to think about the numerous eggs presently incubating inside of her, or how the voice offered its commands, but now infrequently, and sounding terribly weak. Chloe tried not to think about how she now snuck off, to push food into her groin, of her own volition, because she could no longer imagine the prospect of feeding herself in any other capacity.

And she tried not to think about the fact that she was still steadily growing, and she had gone from looking as though she was overdue with twins to triplets in only a matter of days. How she struggled about clutching her increasingly swollen girth as people ogled her, almost as though in fear.

She could barely fit into the bathroom stalls at work, but Chloe just managed. She leaned back on the door, panting, her breasts gently bobbing. Her nipples seeped milk continuously, and she had to change the padding of her maternity bra several times throughout the day now. Her belly was hot, and had the perpetual sense that it was pulsating. She was constantly exhausted. Sometimes she could barely catch her breath.

“What do I do?” she whispered feebly, for once, seeking the voice out for guidance.

But again, only silence answered. And it frightened her. The voice had been mute for days now—it had never been silent for this long. Something about the silence was profound and overwhelming. There was an absence where something had been blatantly present for so long. Chloe closed her eyes and breathed through her anxiety.

She rubbed the sides of her mass, her stretched blouse sticking to her sweaty body.

It seemed like an appropriate time to give up. To lay down at home, and wait for whatever was meant to happen to happen. But she refused. She cared about her life, and her career, and would not just throw it away. Where would she be now if she had been supine in the first place? She was certain the voice would have managed to split her head open by now, if judging by the relentless pressure and pain it routinely dealt in her skull.

But Chloe was alone now, and lost to her next move. Should she just go ahead and birth the eggs? Would there be consequences? What if the voice returned with malice? What if it owned up to the threat to bursting her?

I’m on that track either way… Chloe mused, continuing to survey her taut belly, her face blank.

There was also the concern that she couldn’t give birth anymore. The egg had been exceedingly tight in her opening when it had begun to crown several days before, and she had only grown since then. She didn’t even feel the compulsion to push anymore. Then again, she hadn’t tried, had she? Chloe sighed and closed her eyes.

She knew that she should consider finally going to the hospital, but that option was just as precarious as all the others. The voice could retaliate from a hospital birth, just as it could if she managed to give birth on her own. And with a hospital, there was the added threat of shock, disgust, and media coverage. She could become a pariah, or worse, a lab experiment.

So Chloe stood there, continuing to absently stroke her mass. She hissed out as her belly button twitched, her face reddening in her discomfort. She waited, but things seemed to calm down again. Everything was alright. Chloe heaved a sigh.

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Over the weekend, Chloe took a cab back up to her family’s lake house, the wary driver periodically glancing back at her through the rearview mirror.

She could barely waddle her way up the drive, by which point she was huffing and puffing, sweat-drenched and lactating profusely.

She dumped her purse in the threshold of the cabin, then exited again, and headed directly for the lake.

She was dressed in a yellow sundress, in fact, the largest maternity sundress she could find. The fabric was pasted against her swollen F-cup breasts, which were bulging against the low neckline, cleavage flushed. The material was cinched above her belly and beneath her breasts, before her swollen abdomen bulged out heavily beneath the skirt, which should have been knee-length.

She was wearing black leggings, which preserved what little she could of her modesty. It took Chloe a lot of careful maneuvering to ease herself down on the grass beside the lake.

The water looked normal today.

She panted heavily. She looked overdue with quads by then, not that she was certain what that even looked like. She just felt huge, as though she was attached to an overfilled beach ball. Her thighs were already going numb beneath her girth.

By some strange compulsion, Chloe fidgeted somewhat, easing herself toward the shore, and the water seemed to draw her in.

Soon she was immersed in the cool, refreshing lake. The surface began to almost glow a faint…purple. She stared at it. Her face flushed when her belly suddenly tightened. “Nnghh!”

A contraction.

Things were moving rapidly. She could feel an egg pushing toward her opening, bigger, and more painful than the last time. She clamped her legs shut by instinct. What if she wasn’t supposed to? She needed to get out!

But attempting to exit the lake was futile. She was too large, too ungainly. She would never be able to climb back up the slippery banks without some sort of aid.

Her stomach was shuddering and aching, the egg pushing, and Chloe thoughtlessly reached down, quickly clamping her hand over her opening.

“Tell me what to do,” she groaned out, breasts hot and throbbing, the top of her dress beginning to tear. “What do I—ohhhh…!” Her hips bucked automatically. It was stretching her, splitting her apart. “Mgggghhh!”

And just before the egg could force its way free, she sensed it.

The presence had returned.

The End