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The Parasite, Part 2 - 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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That night, safely tucked into her bed, Chloe tossed and turned in her sleep over several hours, until she was roused entirely awake.
She sat up in bed, restless, and panting, but not sure what had awoken her. She felt as though shed had a dream that she couldnt quite remember. And thats when she heard it.
Eat
Chloe shifted uncomfortably. It was that voice in her head again. She had been certain that she had left it behind, at the lake house. She tried to shake it off. Maybe she was still dreaming. Chloe lowered herself back down on the bed, and squeezed her eyes shut.
But the voice persisted.
Eat it commanded, somewhat louder in volume than it had been before.
Chloe squirmed and tried to ignore it. She gripped at her pillow and squeezed it against her ears.
Eat! the voice boomed, growing yet louder. Chloe could feel herself starting to get a headache.
Why did the voice want her to eat? Why was she hearing voices at all? But the longer she tried to ignore it, the more aggressive the voice seemed to become. Soon a coldness washed over her, and her body started shivering. Worse, the pain in her skull had exacerbated to the sensation of an ice pick stabbing into her brain.
The command was constant now, a rhythmic booming, that made Chloe cringe every time it shot through her. Somehow she climbed out of bed and staggered down to her kitchen. She opened her fridge and blindly began to stuff food into her mouth, until slowly, but surely, the voice began to calm down.
The voice continued to urge her to eat, but less abrasively now. It encouraged her every moment or so, an order for her not to stop just yet.
Chloe worked her way through packages of cold cuts, some leftover pasta and chicken thighs, a package of sliced bread, and half a gallon of egg nog she had from the holidays. She felt rushes of warmth as she ate, and it felt good. It felt right to follow the commands of the voice, and this unnerved her to some extent.
Finally, when even the whispered orders of the voice had ceased, Chloe slowed her steady process of gorging herself. She gulped down the last piece of cold salami in her mouth, before returning what remained in the package to the fridge door, and waited.
The voice was gone.
Maybe Im going mad, Chloe thought in uncertainty. That would be the most logical explanation for this. Feeling unnerved, she lowered herself back into her bedwincingher stomach aching from the abuse. Before she could deliberate on the matter any longer, her combined fullness and exhaustion ensured that she promptly fell asleep.
When Chloe awoke the next morning, she almost thought it had all been a dream. But the continued tightness in her belly didnt seem to contradict this suspicion. Rather than risking it, Chloe packed her large purse with copious amounts of snacks, before getting washed, dressed, and heading off to her job at the local bank.
It was close to noon when the first faint command made itself known. Eat
Chloes eyes shot wide open. Rather than risking things escalating, as they had the night before, she quickly rummaged in her purse and stuffed an oreo cookie into her mouth. Whenever Chloe was certain that she was neither being scrutinized by her boss, coworkers, nor customers, she stuffed her mouth with more cookies, crackers, and chips. Her usually flat stomach felt uncomfortably bloated in her fitted pencil skirt, but she felt as though she had no choice but to continue to eat, as the voice wanted, at least until the end of the work day.
Things proceeded as such over the rest of the week. Chloe stocked up on groceries, and found herself climbing out of bed at least once a night to indulge the commands of the voice before it got too aggressive. The orders were always the same. Eat or consume being the extent of its vocabulary. And heeding it, Chloe managed to get by, except, she noticed that her skirts had tightened, her blouses now stretched against her usually thin body.
She was gaining weight. Her hips were wider, her breasts were fullerand if this was the extent of it, Chloe would have been entirely content. However, more of the food she ate seemed to surge directly to her stomach. It wasnt horrible. She was just getting slightly rounder. All things considered, she could have done to put on some weight. And if the alternative was being committed, Chloe would happily tolerate it, and ignore the more demanding problem.
The voices vocabulary seemed to be increasing. Now it said eat and consume in addition to feed, more, and faster.
It said more, quite often now, and never seemed to be sated. Chloe tried to snack slowly and discreetly, stuffing a piece of pastry into her mouth at least ever few minutes.
One day, Chloe had attempted to indulge the voice only with vegetables, and things had not gone well. No matter how many cucumber slices she ate, the voice grew louder, until Chloes head was throbbing, her body shaking violently, and shed had no choice but to insist on an abrupt break from work, hurry off to the nearby drugstore, and almost blindly purchase several packages of chips.
Her breasts were steadily getting fuller, having plumpened to C-cups by then. Her bottom was swelling as well, tightly stretching her pencil skirts. She was getting voluptuous, to quite a pleasant extent, except for her belly, which was an actual belly now, full and round, but still quite soft to the touch. It was no longer capable of being tucked into her skirts, instead pushing the hem down, stretching her blouse, bobbing awkwardly, and making her start to look pregnant. Five months, by her guess.
Her face was getting fuller as well. Chloe examined herself in her bathroom mirror one evening. She ran her fingers over her plumpening figure, shivering slightly as they slid over her sensitive breasts. She could hardly stand to put on any more weight. But even then, she could sense the voice thrumming, just below the surface of her consciousness, planning its next command.
Chloe reluctantly left the bathroom and padded towards the kitchen, bulging somewhat from the undone buttons of her skirt, and suspecting that this was another article of clothing that she would not be able to squeeze into come the morning.
She walked to her kitchen counter, and grabbed a banana from the bunch. It was starchy. It should suffice. She unpeeled it and took a bite, unconsciously cringing as she forced the fruit into her already-full stomach.
She was confused by the command that followed.
Lower
Chloe dropped her arm holding the banana in shock, the peeled fruit now level with her waist.
Mmm
She stood there stunned, not understanding the noise at all. The voice seemed almost human lately.
Lower
Chloe lowered the banana farther. She hesitated, and rested it on the table, somewhat relieved that she didnt have to gorge herself anymore.
EATTT!!! the voice screamed.
Chloe nearly jumped. Shaking now, she quickly lifted the banana back to her lips, and munched.
Lower lower
Chloe couldnt understand. The voice wanted the banana lower? But not on the table? She experimentally waved the banana, eventually lowering it along the length of her body, from her waist to her hips.
Mmm
This whole situation was insane. Chloe hesitated, and pushed down her skirt, groaning in relief as more of her body popped out, free of constriction. Breathing, she pushed the skirt down to the ground, and stepped out of it, so that now she stood there, in just her blouse and panties.
More feed lower
Chloe shivered as a tingling iciness swept over her shoulders. Unthinkingly, she pushed down her panties, and aligned the banana with her groin.
Mmm yes
This was insanity! But the voice hummed its approval as Chloe spread her thighs. You want me to put it The voice did not respond, it just continued to hum.
Chloe spread her vaginal lips and pressed that banana between them, shuddering as she did. She felt entirely ridiculous as she spread herself farther, and pushed, and was shocked when her opening strangely stretched to facility the passage of the banana, even though the banana should have logically been crushed. Instead it slipped easily inside of her, as Chloe groaned and fidgeted uncomfortably, pushing it as far as she could, until something inside of her seemed to suck it up! Her eyes snapped open as the banana disappeared from the reach of even her longest finger. It was plain weird, and she was stunned.
Mooree
Oh god, Chloe thought, looking at the remainder of the bunch of bananas, still sitting on her counter. Taking a gulp, she reached out, detached one, and began to peel it, almost mechanically. She then repeated the process of feeding the fruit to her loins. With a grunt, she squatted down to give it easier access, feeling strange, and aroused, and as though, perhaps she should visit the hospital after all.
Only when all of the bananas were gone, did the voice disappear. Panting a bit, Chloe clumsily climbed to her feet, feeling sore, and wet, and fully anticipating a horrid infection by morning time. She hesitated, before slipping her pointer finger into her loins, fully expecting to feel banana residue. But it was clean, except for her juices. There was no trace of what she had done to herself, except for a tingling soreness, and an uncomfortable tightness in her gut.
