Alien Parasite - Cheerleader

Robert could feel the sweat of his hands slick against the steering wheel, his knuckles gripping the leather as he sped beneath the repeating streetlights. He knew he was far enough away from town to worry about going over the speed limit, but there was still an intense feeling of wrongdoing that was making him anxious. As he turned a corner, slowing, he could see the glow of oncoming headlights and dipped his own. Passing by him at a similarly high speed were several black SUVs, their windows tinted and their powerful engines hurtling the vehicles towards the forest which Robert was driving away from. Once the red haze of their rear lights was gone from his mirror, Robert realised he had been holding his breath. He thought he might know what they were looking for.

He had been fishing in the forest’s pond for years, on and off. It was a way to relax and put aside the drudgery of everyday life and focus on something small – just him, the pond, and the fish. This time, his trip was different. When Robert was packing away his equipment just as the evening fell and knowing he was due to return to work the next morning, he heard an almighty crash from the far side of the pool. When he turned to see what it was, he could see the trees in the distance were creaking, their roots torn apart and the whole trunk leaning to one side. Shakily, he had approached the source to find a large crater. In the middle of it was a still steaming rock, about the size of a football. The air around it had an acrid tang to it that clung in his throat. Robert knew he should have called someone and left it to the professionals, but something compelled him to ignore reason. Wrapping the meteorite in an old cloth he once used for cleaning fish, he lifted it carefully and placed it in his car. After chucking in his fishing equipment, he headed home.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Robert lifted the cloth on the seat beside him to check it. It was as if he was confirming it was still there, or just to remind himself of the audacity of his action. He didn’t know what came over him, but now that the rock was in his car it was feeling more real by the moment. He didn’t know what he could do with it – was there any law about keeping space rocks, he thought? It would be unlikely he’d be able to sell it without anyone asking questions, particularly if his suspicions about the SUVs were correct. Robert told himself that he’d just keep it until morning, when he'd call the police and feign ignorance of any law or protocol. Surely it wasn’t illegal to just pick up a rock, right? By the time Robert reached the comforting glow of town and his front door, he had run through every possible scenario in his head and none of them ended well for him.

He placed the rock almost reverently on his dining room table, unwrapping the cloth to take another look at it. In the fading light by the pond it had looked black, but now that it was in his home there was a slight green tinge to it. Robert knew he should try and get some sleep despite the day’s excitement, but he found that he couldn’t wrench his eyes away from the rock. He moved his hand close to it and realised that the green colour wasn’t just the rock, but it seemed to be giving off light, his hand bathed in the pallid colour. Just then, Robert heard a sharp cracking noise from the stone, drawing his hand back in surprise. The meteor looked as though it was crumbling, the stone turning into dust on his table as if struck by thousands of years of erosion at once.

A hole grew larger and larger, the light growing brighter as whatever was inside began to be revealed. Robert knew he should run but was transfixed by the light, terrified but trembling. The glow flickered, and Robert realised why – there was something inside.

Emerging lazily from the crack was a pile of green tendrils, fleshy yet with an almost metallic shine. They moved slowly, inquisitively, taking in the strange feelings of being on this world. A small fleshy stub was at the base of it, like the squid-like body of a mass of weird, probing limbs. It was something bizarre, utterly alien and unknowable. And Robert realised he had just brought it home. With a yell, he turned to run.

Launching itself from the meteorite, the alien pounced. Tightly coiled muscled, long spent sleeping, threw itself from the table and onto Robert’s head. He screamed as he felt its sticky touch, the tendrils dangling down in front of his face as it writhed and thrashed, trying to find purchase. Robert could feel a sharp pain in his scalp as some hidden teeth dug into him. Before he could truly react, he felt lightheaded. Something was controlling his body. With a dull moan, Robert tumbled to the floor, unconscious.

Robert’s eyes flickered open sometime later. He had just enough time to see his body being wrapped in some kind of cocoon, all made out of the same fleshy tendrils that were still firmly squeezed on his head, the fleshy sack pumping and writhing as it worked to expand its reach. His lower body was completely bound, with more becoming trapped every second. Robert tried desperately to move, but his strength had left him. At most, all he could do was twitch his legs slightly, watching for a moment as the sticky cocoon shifted and contorted as his trapped limbs moved inside. He felt a tightness across his chest as they continued, and then everything went dark, Robert’s body completely encased within the cocoon. He yelled in panic, but all that came out of his mouth was a weak moan, muffled by the stretching, squeezing substance that covered every inch of him.

He felt the raw, animalistic fear of being trapped. Whatever he had foolishly brought home was clearly powerful and had little interest in keeping him from harm. Robert could feel his arms were pressed tight against his sides, making it impossible to stretch inside the cocoon or pierce through the skin through strength alone. Whether it was from his desperate attempts to escape or from the weird creature still latched onto his skull, Robert felt exhausted.

There was a slight tickle at Robert’s ear, and he twisted uncomfortably within the strange fleshy sack, desperate to avoid it. He was squeezed tighter, the air being forced out of his lungs and into the hot, humid air inside of the cocoon. Something was prying into his ear. While at first it was uncomfortable, suddenly the feeling dissipated. It was as if the creature had noticed his pain and had somehow masked it. Robert could feel it prying into his mind. He felt as thought he was reliving a highlight reel of memories, the tendril peering into his past for a greater understanding. Robert could see himself picking up the meteor, then casting out his line several hours prior, then driving to the pond, watching the hours then days go by in a fraction of the time. Occasionally it would focus on one memory, look at it in greater detail while Robert moaned, trapped in the cocoon. His every thought and experience was being interrogated. A memory would be analysed, discarded, and then the creature would dig further. Eventually it found the memories of Robert’s school days, some things he didn’t even remember, but had clearly been locked away inside of his subconscious to be analysed by the alien. He could see himself at a party, many years in the past, when the captain of his school’s cheer squad arrived. Robert remembered the atmosphere of the entire room changing as she walked through the door. One emotion rose to prominence as the creature seized hold of it: The girl was popular. The tendrils retracted from his brain, having found what they were looking for. Robert could hear the pod gurgling, the sounds from the outside world all muffled and distorted. Something was changing within it.

The heat of the pod grew, and Robert found its cramped interior squeezing him across his body. A slight tingling sensation built across his skin as his clothes were melted away, dissolved into the flesh of the pod. The tingling grew in intensity until it was a coarse burning, an acidic sting across his flesh. Robert moaned in pain as his skin began to be dissolved, his body hair fading. The pain subsided, yet the changes to Robert’s flesh continued. The callouses on his hands from his work and hobbies began to fade as the fluids of the cocoon softened them. The blemishes on his skin – the few pock marks, acne scars, and even the odd wrinkle, all began to disappear as if he was many years younger. His skin was left smooth and sensitive, the cocoon squeezing him tighter, almost in satisfaction.

Though his scalp was still held on tight by the alien at the top of the cocoon, Robert could feel something changing underneath of it. Hair was growing, a bright dyed blonde, growing longer as it tumbled down past his shoulders. The cocoon squeezed and pulled at it, willing it longer, shaping Robert to its desired, most optimum form for further expansion. It grew tighter than ever, and Robert felt his bones and body begin to be crushed, compressed down smaller. He yelled in pain with the first crack, but soon the creature pumped another wave of strange chemicals into his brain, making the sharp bursts of pain lessen until it was like they weren’t there at all. With a powerful squeeze, Robert’s shoulders buckled inwards, the reverse happening to his hips which were now wide and powerful. The layers of fat and muscle that had been built through the years began to be squished into newer, more pliable forms. The muscle remained but was compressed down into a far more efficient shape, with only the slightest hint of fat now covering it. Despite this, with the changes to Robert’s bone structure, it was obvious that he now had a more feminine, curving physique. Aside from feeling the changes, Robert was unaware of his new look, his face pressed hard into the edge of the cocoon.

New tendrils began to twist and tease at his legs, making them longer and more agile. His bodily proportions were shifting, now slightly shorter but with two long slender legs taking up much of his height. His feet were crushed down, his shoe size reducing, and the nails became covered by a simple glossy shine. The weight was gone from Robert’s arms as the hands grew smaller, and far more precise, the perfect implements with which one could direct stunning cheer routines. With another squeeze around his waist, Robert yelped as the curves became more pronounced. From his rear, he could feel the suit pinching at him, soon turning into a powerful sucking feeling. Robert’s ass bubbled and swelled as the cocoon forced it larger, giving him a rounded, athletic behind. The same suction then moved to Robert’s chest, toying with his nipples for the briefest of moments before suckling at his pectoral muscles. Robert tried to thrash against it, but he was stuck fast. The alien was changing him into something that for Robert was as alien as anything else. Robert could feel the cocoon squeezing at his small breasts inquisitively. Despite the horror of his situation, a sickly sense of pleasure shot through him as the cocoon pinched his nipples. He heard the cocoon gurgle as if it was monitoring his response. Massaging his nascent breasts, it tugged and tweaked them until they were the large size of the woman in Robert’s memory.

Robert felt the panic surging as his face was squished down, starving him of air. It released him for just a moment, allowing him one desperate grasp before crushing him once more, his skull surrounded in soft blonde hair. Something wet forced its way between Robert’s lips, sliding down his throat. He choked and tried to yell, his voice rising higher as his Adam’s apple and vocal cords were changed. As it retracted, Robert could hear his voice now had a soft, airy quality, forced into a more feminine soprano. His jawline was shifted upwards, changing his face from a squarer shape into a point, his cheekbones rising in turn. His nose was slimmed, centring itself on his smaller face. Robert’s eyebrows were quickly dissolved and regrew instantaneously, now looking as though they had been groomed expertly. His lips grew wider, plumper, more used to brilliant smiles than frowning about fishing.

His body was now almost entirely feminine, and Robert moaned in frustrated rage as the tendrils made their sluggish, exploratory way to the last vestige of his masculinity. One sealed over it, beginning to suck. The flesh beneath tingled, as Robert felt strange chemicals begin to be pushed into his skin. The suckling over his nipples heightened, and Robert felt a weight in his stomach as the pleasure began to build. He wanted to break out of the cocoon and escape from the foul creature, but it had him trapped, both in pain and in pleasure. The alien pumped his now erect shaft, and with every powerful stroke, his penis reduced in size. Soon, it was a tiny nub, yet the pumping continued as it worked its way inside of his body. Robert futilely tried to scream but the cocoon muffled his mouth once more. His testes were scooped up, pushed gently into the wet slit that was now made. The whole cocoon began to work back and forth, pumping deeper and deeper. Robert could feel the flesh between his now pliable thighs begin to be sculpted as vaginal folds were formed. The creature worked deeper, creating new organs within Robert’s body that were exactly like the real thing. Just when Robert thought the ordeal was over, the vagina fully formed, he could feel something hard begin to slide down the tentacle. The cocoon was pushing something inside of him – implanting him with something new.

A large egg slid up into his vagina, burying itself deep within. Robert yelled, his body being violated, and the tendrils at his head shoved themselves into his ears again. This time, instead of just reviewing his memories, Robert could feel it erasing them. One by one, he was losing his sense of self. His past, his identity, and any knowledge he had ever gained was sucked out by the creature and added to something bigger than just himself. Robert tried to rage against it, but it was useless. He tried to focus on specific memories – his first car, the first time he went fishing with his father, but the details became hazy until he couldn’t recall them at all. He was lost. The last weak signs of resistance were quashed, the being that once was Robert now little more than an empty husk, ready to be turned into something greater. The jaw of the victim inside the pod hung open loosely as a thin dribble of drool emerged. Their eyes had a distant, vacant look to them as they struggled to focus on the inside of the pod. The victim’s mind was completely destroyed, turned into a lobotomised victim for their host.

Onto this blank canvas, the template was applied. An overwhelming sense of bubbly, cheerful happiness was soon all that their dumb mind could exhibit. Knowledge of the local area began to be pumped back into the victim’s brain, a new, more fitting history being created and remembered as if it was the truth for them. Cheer routines, the names of their squad – all of it became as much a part of the victim’s life as their body.

The cocoon began to split, the victim’s eyes adjusting to the sudden increase in light. They lay naked on the floor, dazed. The cocoon, now loose, began to wrap tight around their exposed body, shifting into the outfit that matched them best. The green colour grew brighter, black and white stripes forming alongside convincing stitching. Its texture shifted from the strange fleshy mass into cheap, soft cotton. Eventually, they were left wearing a cheerleading costume, the skirt short enough to expose their upper thighs, and the top tight enough to show off their perky breasts.

Shakily, the cheerleader got to her feet. She felt something strange within her, the feeling of something writhing deep inside of her womb. With a sudden burst of fluid, something dropped out of her vagina, landing in a wet pool on the floor. It was a perfect match of the creature that had first leapt out of the meteorite, though the cheerleader found that she wasn’t able to remember anything of the sort. From the cheerleader’s head, the other creature detached, landing next to its newborn sibling. In the fluid, the two shifted – the fleshy stumps becoming hard, white plastic. Their long, probing tentacles became shining green ribbons, catching the light that was flooding into the room. The cheerleader blinked rapidly, trying to focus. She wasn’t sure what had just happened. The past hours were a blur for her. She bent down and picked up her two pom poms, instinctively waving them in an impromptu routine, followed by cheerful, playful giggling. As her hands made contact with them, she felt an odd sense of connection, as if they were all somehow linked to something bigger. She was part of a hive, and it needed to be expanded. A smile came over her beautiful features as she looked outside the window. For some strange reason, she felt like she wanted to show as many people as possible the poms poms she was holding. Perhaps they’d like to hold them, too?

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A very unique commission for Username93845! This one has a bit of everything - cocoons, body horror, drones, alien parasites, and cheerleaders. I hope you enjoy reading it!