Symbiote 01 Joining Up

Arthur couldn’t believe the mess he’d just gotten on him. With all the rain causing puddles, he was splashed with an entire torrent of dark colored water. He couldn’t believe how wet he’d gotten. He rushed to a nearby gas station and locked the door. “I can’t believe this… Of course it had to happen to me,” he groaned as he pulled out paper towels trying to get himself dry. He peeled the towels over his skin but it didn’t seem to do anything.

Looking down at the white towels he realized there wasn’t anything on them. “What the…?” he tried again to get the liquid off his body but the towel seemed to only push the dark water away and around his skin. “What?” he thought again. He wiped the towel against the dark spot but it refused to budge.

“What.” Arthur heard a clear voice in his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Arthur took a quick step back looking for someone else in the bathroom. He looked under the stalls but he was all alone. He knew he heard a voice but didn’t know where it came from. “Hello?” he asked a bit worried. The voice had been so commanding and authoritative Arthur felt like he should listen. Just out of instinct he had to ask again. “Is there anyone there?”

Suddenly Arthur heard something laughing. He knew he was in the bathroom alone but he could feel something else’s presence. He looked around and noticed the water on his skin started moving on its own. “Now you’ve got it buddy,” almost as though it was waiting for him notice it, the dark liquid pulled off spreading out and then pulled back onto his skin. Quickly covering his entire arm in the strange gooey liquid. 

Arthur did his best to try to peel it off but it was stuck to him, growing up his arm. “What’s going on he?” he cried out. The goo kept going up his arm. All Arthur wanted to do was scream but as he opened his mouth to do so the liquid invaded him. He couldn't move to do anything.

“No screaming,” he heard inside his head. Tears streamed down his face as the goo spread more around his body. It was growing too fast to stop he couldn’t do anything about it. His body fell into the wall behind him and he tried rubbing against the hard stone. It didn’t do anything to slow it down. Soon he was covered head to toe in whatever it was. It was so hard to move. He couldn’t do anything. All he did was hope someone would find him and help him. “What’s going on he begged.

From the outside he simply looked like some featureless mannequin. He’d never had any defining feature beforehand. And right now he laid in the middle of the bathroom completely covered in whatever goo had been in the streets. He tried to wiggle around but was confined. “Give me a second damnit!” the voice inside his head shouted at him. Arthur stopped wiggling and gave into the voice. He could feel something about him changing. It’s just he didn’t know what. His entire body felt hot as he lay there.

The heat picked up and it felt like something was happening to his body. He didn’t know what though. The heat deepened past his skin into his muscles. It didn’t burn but he could feel something in his body changing. He could feel himself growing. His body was getting thicker. Even in the cocoon he could tell his body was getting bigger. Muscles were expanding and thickening. Even down to his bones he could feel them getting stronger. The shell around him breathed in and out but with each exhale the drop became less and less. His body was stretching it further out. Widening his frame.

The clothes he was wearing didn’t stand a chance as his growing body pushed against them. A loud rip tore his shirt right down the middle while his blue jeans buckled down the seams. Arthur felt like he was getting more control over his body. Little by little he could move his fingers. Then his arm. He turned himself over and then pushed himself up. It was still a bit of a struggle but that shell was starting to feel less heavy than he thought. It was just hard to move. He stood up at his new height and looked at his reflection.

“What the…!?” his mouth was closed again by whatever was attached to him from keeping him from screaming. If he knew it wasn’t him he wouldn’t know what he was. Right now he stood at a good 6’7” packed with dense strong muscle. Everything on his body bulged. Every muscle stuck out and could be clearly seen. But more over his skin had turned pitch black. The goo that had been on him had coated his arm had spread to his entire body. Even his face was covered like a mask with large intimidating looking eyes staring back at him while sharp teeth were inside his mouth. 

Looking down at his hands he could see the tips of his fingers pointed like claws. ‘No unnecessary noise,’ the voice inside his head told him. ‘Or I take over completely.’

‘Yes sir,’ Arthur thought back at it. Staring at the seep grooves of muscle in his form fitting suit he tried to stay calm. Something in his head said he should be screaming at the top of his lungs that he’d just grown a foot in height and he couldn’t even fathom how much weight he’d gained. All he knew was he was strong. ‘But what are you?’

‘Experiment gone wrong. Doesn’t matter. But you’re gonna help me. Got it?’

Arthur nodded. He didn’t know how he was going to tell the thing no. He still had control over his body but he knew whatever was attached to him had just as much. ‘But for how long?’

‘Til I’m satisfied.’ 

“Maintenance,” a voice knocked on the bathroom door. Whoever was outside pushed at it but the lock kept it from opening. “Odd…” The man said as he started fishing out his keys. 

‘Shoot!’ Arthur thought. ‘What’re we going to do?! If someone catches me like this they’ll freak out!’ 

‘Calm down,’ the symbiote told him. ‘Got it covered.’ As he finished the thought Arthur could see the layer pulling back. His normal colored skin reappearing underneath it. All of it was peeling back to his right shoulder and cementing itself into a tribal tattoo that covered his shoulder down his muscular arm. 

‘I’m still naked!’ Arthur pointed out. He was still getting used to his size. He may not have been at the same 6’7” height but still taller than he’d been. All he could think was that he looked like a pro bodybuilder. Tall with thick muscles and a sick tattoo down his right arm. His cock jumped to attention looking over himself even if he was nervous that he was being caught. That nervousness seemed to feed his arousal as he thought about who might have been on the other side of the door. 

‘Are you only going to complain?’ the symbiote groaned. Instantly the tattoo on his arm spread out covering his naked body. It grew into a black sleeveless shirt that clung to his chest and some black shorts. ‘Better?’

The door opened and the guy behind the counter opened the door. “Whoops. Sorry bout that…” he trailed off as he looked up at Arthur’s body.