The Parasite, Part 1 - 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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Chloe was a thin girl of twenty-six. Her long wavy hair went down to the small of her back. It was presently pulled back in a messy bun as she pulled her car into the vacant four-car driveway and lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head.

Since she was a small child, Chloe had spent her weekends at her family’s lake house just outside of the city.

Through decades had passed, and the rest of Chloe’s family rarely managed to uphold the tradition, Chloe still made sure to venture out to the country every weekend, now enjoying the solitary peace of life by the lake. In some ways, it had become her method of decompressing after a long week of work.

It was one such weekend. Chloe unlocked the door to the large cabin and stepped through the threshold. All to myself. She smiled as she lowered her duffle bag to the ground beside her.

Wasting no time, Chloe dug out her bathing suit. She wanted to savor as much of the morning sunlight that the first day of the weekend had to offer.

Chloe walked into a bathroom and quickly changed into a bright red string bikini. She grabbed her sunblock and cellphone before leaving the house and heading straight for the lake.

The grass was green as ever, the sun beaming, and the property vacant. It was hot but slightly breezy. The conditions couldn’t have been more perfect for the swim.

But as Chloe lowered her things and walked to the edge of the lake, she was stunned that the ordinarily blue water was extremely dark and had taken on an almost…purplish hue. She blinked a few times, wondering whether her eyes were deceiving her. Chloe looked around. Sky—blue, she catalogued. Grass—green. Trees—brown. Nothing else seemed amiss.

Chloe could not imagine how the lake water could have undergone such a significant and unnatural change since the last time Chloe had taken a dip, only six days before. There were no signs of pollutants. It almost seemed chemical. But who would dump chemicals into her family’s lake?

With a sigh, Chloe settled down on the grass, deciding against going into the water that day. She would simply have to wait until next weekend, and see if the water returned to normal. If not, she would consult her father on the matter. But as things were, swimming didn’t seem like a safe idea.

So Chloe sat there in the grass, and continued to gaze at the still water. There was something foreboding about it. And yet its allure seemed to grow the longer she sat there staring.

Lightly shaking her head, Chloe pulled her sunglasses back down over her eyes. She stood, and stripped off her string bikini. Sunbathing then, she decided, before laying herself back down on the grass.

It was not the way Chloe had wanted to end her stressful work week, but it would just have to do. A contented smile spread over her face as the sun’s rays seemed to permeate her frigid body. Chloe stretched herself out one more time, and promptly fell asleep.

Chloe awoke late in the afternoon, disappointed to realize that the air had chilled, and the sun was much lower in the sky. She lifted up her cellphone and gave it a glance, to notice that she had numerous new messages from her job. It would undoubtedly be a long night.

No rest for the weary, Chloe mused with a sigh. She got up and threw one more glance at the lake. It was still purple, now glowing brightly under the low sun. The sight of it was truly bizarre, and Chloe could not help taking moments to stare at it.

Chloe stepped a bit closer to the lake, lifting her phone, and taking a few pictures that she intended to send to her father. She could probably send some of the photos to the local environmental protection agency—maybe get the water tested. Just as Chloe snapped the last picture, her phone managed to slip on some unabsorbed sunblock in her palm. Chloe gasped as her phone fell from her hands and dropped onto the muddy banks, less than an inch from the water.

Without hesitation, Chloe began to carefully climb down on the muddy bank, her right big toe hitting the purple water as she reached for her phone. Suddenly her foot slipped, her whole body becoming unbalanced, and Chloe dropped into the water, fully submerged.

It may have only been seconds but it felt like minutes that she thrashed beneath the ice cold water, unable to distinguish up from down. Her bare loins tingled strangely—it felt like something was almost…pushing through her sensitive lips. As Chloe shuddered, she involuntarily took in some gulps of water and nearly drowned, when her hand suddenly connected with mud.

Chloe pulled herself up onto the river bank. She looked around for her phone, but it was long gone. She climbed back onto the grass, coughing and gasping. Strangely, her loins were still tingling, and now seeping her sleek juices along the insides of her thighs.

Shaking water from her hair, Chloe grabbed up her bathing suit and headed back into the house. She quickly rinsed herself off in the shower. And exhausted, she went to bed.

Though Chloe tried her best to get some sleep, most of her night was spent tossing and turning, her insides burning. Her face was flushed, and she was drenched in sweat. The times that Chloe did manage to doze, she had dreams of pain, and darkness, and a receding, pleasurable sensation, always just beyond her reach. But before she could chase it, she would awaken again, gasping, sweating, her insides seeming to throb.

In the early hours of the morning, the varying sensations suddenly stopped. Utterly exhausted by that point, Chloe dropped down into a dreamless slumber.

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The next morning, Chloe trudged into the kitchen. “Eugh.” She felt as though she had been hit by a truck. She wandered over to the fridge. She had it regularly stocked by a grocery delivery service. As Chloe lifted a carton of milk, she glanced out the window to the lake, and was surprised to see that the small body of water had returned to its rich color of greenish blue. What the hell? she thought, relieved but also somewhat appalled. What was going on? Was she losing her mind?

Opening the milk carton, Chloe brought it to her lips. She took several generous gulps, and had emptied half of the carton before she placed it down on the kitchen counter with a sigh and a wipe of her mouth.

More, someone growled.

Chloe looked around, startled. The voice had come from nowhere, and yet it seemed to have blossomed from within her head. “Hello?” she called in uncertainty. Her heart was pounding, she had no phone, and there was possibly a trespasser in her family’s cabin. It was either that, or she truly had gone insane.

Chloe fumbled in a drawer for something to arm herself with, but the sharpest thing she could find was a fork.

More, the voice repeated.

Now Chloe was almost certain of it. The voice had come from inside her head. She heard the fork clatter to the floor. “W-what?” she stammered. Dammit. She shouldn’t respond! I need to go, Chloe decided. I need to get help. She started for the living room to get her keys and her duffle bag.

But the moment Chloe stepped out of the kitchen, she was consumed by an icy chill that couldn’t have been mental. It left her shivering so violently that she had to grip onto the wall. Her head throbbed as the voice spoke again.

More…consume…more! it boomed. It seemed neither male nor female, but inhuman…feral.

Chloe staggered back into the kitchen, and the sensation of coldness began to recede. She didn’t understand what the voice wanted, but something brought her back to the milk carton on the kitchen counter. With a trembling hand, she lifted it to her lips, and drank hurriedly, small trickles of the white liquid trailing down either side of her chin. She drank and drank, until she had emptied the carton, and her stomach felt full to bursting. She then lowered the carton, and waited in silence for further instruction. However the voice in her head said no more.

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Chloe didn’t trust herself to take the hour-long drive back to the city. Though it was only her first day in the cabin, there were too many eerie things going on for her to feel comfortable staying for the rest of the weekend. She waited impatiently for her cab to arrive, after which she hurriedly climbed into the back seat. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, intending to leave the purple lake, restless sleep, and disembodied voices behind. She would have to think long and hard before she ventured back to the country.

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