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The Parasite, Part 5 - 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. Chloes belly grows and grows as the parasite swells in consequence. Chloes 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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As the days passed, Chloe tried to be as compliant as possible. She preemptively stuffed herself before work and during her breaks. She could barely spare the energy it took to eat by mouth anymore. The voice seemed to far prefer food consumed via her groin, though it hardly made sense how she could survive in such a way.
Chloe panted in bed one night, where she lay supine with her knees drawn up. Her legs were spread wide, and she had just finished a large evening feeding, in hopes to stave off the voice for long enough that she could get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
She grunted as she sat upright, her rounded belly squashing against her lap. It was getting larger and larger. Since shed just had a feeding, her belly was firm and tight. Chloe absently rubbed her hand against the side of the mound. She looked as though she was eight months pregnant.
But as she tried to make sense of this, her mind went numb, as it usually did. As with the presence of the voice in her head, and the consumption of food via her groin, Chloes localized weight gain was another thing she just didnt want to confront.
Her face was flushed slightly, her forehead moist, errant strands of hair falling to stick to her face. She feebly tugged down her silk nightgown to cover up her groin, and her eyes were drawn to how tight the previously-loose material was at her midsection, and how her round breasts bulged over the low neckline, as they never had before. A full line of cleavage was perched directly in her sight, and her breasts were so full and round, they were nearly popping out.
As Chloe shifted, she groaned when the fabric of the gown slid over her enlarged nipples. She took a shuddering breath, lightly shook her head, and cupped the underside of her belly.
With another grunt, Chloe stood, her back twinging. She yelped at an unfamiliar sensation, and both her hands flew to her navel. What they encountered made her mouth fall open. Her belly button had popped out. She stared and blankly rubbed the new protrusion.
This isnt normal. The thought crossed Chloes mind. Even weight gain didnt result in that.
She allowed her hands to glide all over the swell of her low abdomen. She wasnt sure exactly when it had pushed out, no longer just some weight, but something independent, and blatant, that couldnt be dismissed as fat. It was starting to get heavy and uncomfortable walking around with it attached to her. When it was in the softer stages, it would bob somewhat, disharmonious with her body, until she stuffed herself all over again.
Maybe a girdle? Chloe supposed, perpetually addressing her symptoms and not the actual problem.
On some level, she still believed she was just imagining everything. The voice, the feedings, the rapidly increasing weightthere was no way any of it made sense if it wasnt imaginary.
And if all this was imagined, was it necessarily a bad thing? She wasnt a danger to herself or others. She was thriving at work.
Imagined, Chloe mused aloud, as she made her way to the light switch. She noticed her gait was more swingy than usual, but she bit her lip, and elected to ignore it.
She turned the light off and sunk back into bed, closing her eyes, and continuing to run her hands over her imagined belly.
Mmmm said the voice. Lately it was quite pleased and encouraging. Almost loving. Soo good. You are a good host
Though the increasing eloquence could be a shock at times, it was also sort of comforting. Chloe released a sigh as she drifted off. It was certainly a welcome alternative to the aggressive outbursts.
She could live with this.
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When Chloe was at work, she assumed her usual routine of diligent working intermingled with clandestine feedings, all while ignoring the stares, because those, too, were certainly just figments of her imagination.
She sat behind her desk that afternoon, attempting to read a file, and absently rubbing her knees together. She was getting antsy. Was it close to feeding time? Chloe glanced at her watch. No, she had just done one twenty minutes ago.
Mmmgh She grunted, shifting somewhat. Everything felt odd, and uncomfortable, and warm. She felt like something was happening or going to happen. Chloe leaned back, eyes shut. Her heart was racing for some reason.
Chloe forced herself up and walked across the office, ignoring the way she now waddled slightly. She closed the blinds and returned to her desk, standing before it, arching her sore back.
Her breasts were uncomfortable and tight, nipples aching, dull but irritating. She absently unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, and felt as though she needed to loosen her bra. Belatedly, she realized that she wasnt wearing one.
She glanced down at the white cotton material of her blouse. It looked tighter on her than it had that morning, which didnt seem very unusual for her these days. Only today the material was moist with sweat, and seemed to be pasted to her breasts, confining them almost painfully. The material was stretchy, but seemed to have exhausted its capacity for her body. The mounds on her chest were easily E-cups by then, round and fat, without even a hint of sagging.
Chloe breathed heavily, her chest heaving up and down. She just had to get through the day, that was all.
She marvelled at how low her belly looked, with her breasts so perk and high on her chest. Beneath them were several inches of flat skin over her ribs, before her skin bloated out again, giving way to her large abdomen which was practically bulging out from the bottom of her maternity shirt. She could no longer hope to tuck the blouse into her pencil skirt by then.
Chloe continued to breathe deeply, in and out. This was all in her head. She just needed to calm down.
She released a sharp gasp when her breasts seemed to tighten slightly, the shirt growing unbearably confining. Now she could see her areola and the pink splotches of her nipples against the moistening material as it struggled to contain her bloating, figment of a condition.
Ohhh Chloe groaned out, hunching slightly and gripping her desk.
Rub The voice ordered. Rub them.
Knowing exactly what the voice wanted, Chloe hesitated, before raising her free hand to her chest. She whimpered in discomfort as she rubbed her breasts tenderly, raising her opposite hand to simultaneously kneed both mounds, groaning and reddening as she did. Despite her care, she seemed to trigger something.
Nrrghhhh Chloe stumbled back, her skin seeming to ignite, growing hotter and hotter. By instinct, she thrust her chest out, causing the blouse to tear, buttons popping across the room. Her mounds burst free, bobbing and throbbing, nipples distending visibly, breasts trembling as they tightened. She whimpered in fear.
Ahhhh! Chloe cried as her nipples began to simultaneously squirt thin streams of milk. Gasping for breath, she stared down at herself. Oh she stammered, momentarily nonplussed. She reached across her desk, fumbling to grasp onto the tissue box. No, no, no
Yes, the voice defied her with clear pleasure. Your body is preparing.
P-preparing? said Chloe, as she clumsily applied tissue to her tender, leaking nipples. Preparing for what? She watched her swollenengorgedbreasts visibly pulse. Oh god.
And then Chloe froze, and felt like she could hit herself. Why was she talking to the voice? She feebly attempted to pull her blouse back around her, but it seemed like it was several sizes too small.
You did well, Chloe, said the voice, as Chloe gulped. The voice knew her name!?
Oh? Chloe managed, despite herself, her words still quavering.
Because of you, I have grown strong, the voice continued. To put it in terms you might understand, I am now the size of an orange. The energy from your fat stores has allowed me to develop quite impressively. And thrive. In fact, it is almost time to start laying my eggs.
What!? said Chloe. Her legs shuddered. She somehow dragged herself to her desk, and plopped down, wincing slightly. Her breasts wobbled up and down, now releasing persistent droplets that rolled down her belly.
It is all due to your hard work, the voice commended her, its voice slightly strained now. And now I have mmm quite the heavy litter.
Waitstop! said Chloe, completely disconcerted. There was talk of egg-laying, and she didnt know what that entailed. She didnt even know what was real and what wasnt anymore. The size of an orange? Where!? Insider of her!?
Ahhhh, the voice groaned. Heres the first
Errghh Chloe grunted as her belly abruptly tightened, her remaining buttons straining to contain her. The blouse slid upwards and her back arched as her face reddened, and she fidgeted helplessly. She could physically see her belly pushing out by an inch or so.
The growth spurt ended just as quickly as it began, and left Chloe slumping in her chair trying to catch her breath.
You must not resist
She felt fuller, tighter, as though she had just eaten several times the usual amount. She needed to get out. She needed toescape the voice somehow. Irrational and disoriented, Chloe grasped her desktop and stood.
Ngghhhh She hunched, gripping her gut as it tightened again. It shuddered forward, popping completely free of her blouse. It heaved rapidly up and down with Chloes heavy breathing. She now looked as though she was nine months pregnant.
Mmm thats two, said the voice thickly. Youre so plump and pliable. So full of energy.
W-what are you doing to me? wheezed Chloe, still clutching her gut.
Each of my young is about the size of my own body, the voice explained. Oh, youre such a good host, Chloe. Brace yourself. Here comes another.
No, please donnnrrghhh! Her belly filled with pressure, now flushed and sweaty. Chloe leaned heavily on her desk as she whimpered and tried to bear it. Her belly button swelled unnaturally, pushing out to the size of a chestnut. She was getting too tight. She feared that she might burst.
Oh youll get to feed soon enough, Chloe. After were done here, well get you nice and soft.
