Barasyte: Chapter 2

Been a while! Aiming to have another Barasyte chapter done, as well as a vignette before the month is over, plus this month's poll for next month's story focus (poll voting is for Coffee N' Donuts Tier only). Thanks for being patient, and I hope you all are staying big and swole out there!

Barasyte: Chapter 2 by Pragmaton

-Dr. Erin Grafis, Record Log Number 1145-

Shortly after providing our infected colleague with water, he began to exhibit unusual psychosomatic symptoms. We chose to classify them as such due to unusual brainwave spikes we observed in his hypothalamus and nucleus accumbens, the sleep-regulating and pleasure-seeking centers of the brain, respectively.

He soon began to describe feelings of lethargy and grogginess. He stated how good a nap would feel at that moment, before nearly collapsing upon the bed we provided in the observation cell. It was mere minutes before he was in a light sleep, and even less time before he was solidly in the deep REM sleep stage. The speed in which this transpired was unprecedented, but what was truly remarkable, or should I say, disturbing, is what happened next.

While he was asleep, he developed an…*cough*...an erection. Though not unusual in of itself, it seemed to be much larger than what would have been indicated by the cotton pants we provided him. This unnatural size was no doubt being stimulated by the parasite, actively forcing more blood into the organ than it would have normally contained.

Despite that, we monitored the sleeping subject for additional developments, and oh boy…did we get them. The subject's testicles were the next organs to be modified by the PAL, growing several times larger in a span of minutes. A quick sonogram of the organs detected a radical transformation of function. The PAL had hijacked the sperm production capability of the testicles for its own uses. We could see via the sonogram that much of the increased volume of the testicles were replaced with several dozen inert PALs suspended in seminal fluid. In just a short amount of time, the original parasite had stored 16 ounces of water, its

energy source, into our colleague's reproductive organs before converting them into incubation chambers for more PALs to develop.

And it wasn't long before the parasite made its intentions known. We suddenly detected a much higher spike in the pleasure-seeking part of the subject's brain, just before he began to ejaculate profusely, practically emptying the contents of his enlarged scrotum. Some of the ejaculate was able to shoot past the cotton pants onto his stomach, as well as his chest. The rest of it pooled underneath him. We made arrangements to have him changed as soon as he wakes up, and will submit the soiled clothing for testing.

At least now we know one of the ways the parasite infects additional orifices in the host body. Our scans immediately detected PALs taking up residence in his navel, his rectum, and only one of his nipples. Their ability to merge with bodily tissue almost immediately after the point of infection makes extraction pointless and nigh impossible. The only thing we can do for now is our job, and simply monitor and record any drastic changes in the following hours.

-End of Log-

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Andre woke up with a slight headache. His muscles felt more sore than usual, and he sensed an unusual coolness over his stomach and chest, as well as between his muscular thighs. A dull, aching pain emanated from his groin, causing him to groan and move his hand toward it.

His fingers brushed the damp wetness of his underwear for a few seconds before Andre jerked his hand away and sat up abruptly. The smell of cool, semi-dry cum met his nostrils as he looked down and saw that his underwear was still

somewhat soaked, his muscular stomach pooching outward slightly, glistening with what he suspected was not sweat.

“What the fuck dude…” he breathed, still taking it in. He was a horny guy, perhaps even more than the average person, sure, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced a wet dream. Flashbacks to his early days in high school plagued his mind.

He hopped out of bed, trying not to exaggerate his movements. He wanted to avoid touching the damp sheets too much, or focus on the wetness of his tight briefs now plastered to his legs and ass. The strong smell of his cum still wafted in the air, making him feel woozy and a bit nauseous. He quickly pulled the sheets off and dumped them in the washer in the hallway.

He hesitated for a second, then peeled off his sticky briefs as well. The extra strong smell from the source made him grimace as he tossed it in as well. He didn’t notice his slightly larger scrotum hanging lower against his thigh muscles, jouncing heartily against them with each ponderous step of his beefy legs, swollen testicles nearly twice the size they were earlier.

Andre made his way back to the restroom, headed straight to the shower. An odd sense of…anticipation hummed through his entire frame as he began turning the knob of the shower to begin its flow. He could barely think as he watched the cold spray cascade toward the tile. He felt a sudden yearning to go into the ice cold shower, but resisted for several more seconds as the water went from cold to cool, then tepid.

He stepped into the shower, sighing contentedly as he did, and slid the glass shower door shut behind him. The last time he felt this good in a shower was after running one of those obstacle course marathons. He was so grimy and

muddy, sweat mixing with dirt covering every inch of his body. That shower afterward was heaven, cleansing but also massaging his sore muscles.

But this was different. He felt a giddy sense of energy, almost electric. The water trickled down his large pecs and triangular back muscles, tingling upon his skin.

As he rubbed himself down with body wash to remove the spent cum from his body, the titillating sensation of the shower head spray continued to envelop him, a pleasurable sensation as if from a dream.

Rivulets of water cascaded from his pecs down to his hairless, slight muscle gut. The natural crease between his abs made a perfect path for a steady stream of water to travel down the center of his stomach to pool in his belly button, before continuing its path down to his cock and balls.

Not all of it made it that far, however. The tingling sensation of the water made Andre shudder, nearly forgetting that he was supposed to be cleaning himself. He could feel every muscle in his body tense and relax, as if being assailed by mini jolts of pleasure. His abs were especially tense; he suddenly felt them flex in quick, staccato bursts. Andre dropped his loofah and braced a beefy arm against the shower wall and gasped, closing his eyes.

If he were paying closer attention, Andre would have noticed something peculiar about the rapid abdominal flexes, but he was preoccupied with the onslaught of cramping and cathartic release they brought with them. When his abs flexed, for a split second, they could be seen straining against the skin and bunching together slightly. This caused them to push against his navel, compressing it slightly, the divot suddenly finding itself being bullied by four meatballs of force. Visually, Andre's belly button seemed to quiver during the rapid flexes, narrowing and widening quickly.

As the streaming water pooled in the cup of his navel, less of it seemed to overflow toward his groin. For a fraction of a second, with each successive flex, a tiny opening inside of his belly button appeared, only a few centimeters wide, and characterized by tiny red veins in a starfish pattern. A soft, inaudible squelching occurred as the tiny navel, propelled by the powerful flexions on all sides, sucked up several drops of water every fraction of a second, glutting itself on the plentiful supply.

The PAL had merged its body with Andre's, its head now one with his navel. An X-ray would have shown that the PAL's body was now comprised of tendrils reaching into and wrapping around the fibers of his abdominal muscles. The PAL would twitch excitedly, sending electromagnetic signals through its tendrils and into the muscle fibers, causing the muscles to contract erratically and involuntarily. As the PAL's head, now the starfish pattern of red nerves, opened and thirstily guzzled as much H2O as it could, the tendrils pulsed, transporting and storing the water into the muscular abs.

It was unnoticeable at first, as the opening was only wide enough to consume several drops every fraction of a second. However, the suction was surprisingly strong, quick and unrelenting. A minute of standing in the shower was long enough for the navel to collect the equivalent of half a glass of water, two minutes resulting in just over 8 fluid ounces. The lines of Andre's abdominals became more prominent as the balls of muscle rounded out further than normal, drinking up size as the PAL drank up more water.

As Andre's abs subtly swelled and creaked rounder with mass, so grew the strength of his muscle contractions. He gasped, resting his head against his forearm, which was steadied against the shower wall. His other hand was gently cradling his sore, suffering abs, as each one tweaked uncomfortably as if individually wracked by a charlie horse.

His ab gut began to fill out even more as the PAL grew in size, tendrils lengthening, tightening their chokehold on his six pack while reaching out beyond toward his oblique muscles. Faint blue tendrils just under the skin and throughout his muscular stomach continued to pulse and thicken, delivering their aquatic cargo to the many storage tanks that were Andre's muscles.

While Andre's not-so-slight-anymore abgut continued to shudder and creak like a rubber balloon, bloated abs grinded together like coarse cobblestones, each involuntary flex pumping them closer to the beginnings of roidgut territory, something else was happening below. So focused was Andre on the painful flexes that he did not notice that his cock was on the rise again.

There were multiple streams of water cascading around Andre's developed muscle orb, avoiding the miniature black hole that was his navel and instead following the curvature of his abgut. As they flowed past a manscaped pubic area, some of those streams converged, dripping off the tip of his thickening cock.

The original PAL that inhabited Andre's genitalia and was directly responsible for his infected navel orifice, made use of the water fuel that the navel parasite up above was unable to absorb. The steady, constant stream falling from his cut mushroom tip slowed to a trickle as the cock began to thicken and engorge, his cock slit now the entrance of one long, parasitic tendril. The suction and sensation of the tendril quickly siphoning water was disguised within the rapidly bloating shaft, sensitive and tight, marauding as a throbbing erection that had not been touched in over a week.

The swelling tool idly bumped against the pumped midsection above, before curving against it forcefully. The former piss slit was pointed upward toward Andre's belly button, receiving a direct line of aquatic sustenance from any runoff that the navel did not catch. Veins strained around the abnormally swollen cock

shaft as it throbbed even bigger. Andre already sported a decently sized cock, but the PAL controlling it excitedly guzzled water, even if it meant temporarily force-pumping his shaft a few inches longer and twice as thick to hold it all.

His ballsack, having been emptied earlier, was taut again with tainted seed, his scrotum twitching as his testicles began bulging lower. Andre's breaths came out in short gasps, eyes half-lidded as the spurts of pain in his muscle belly began to tilt heavier on the pleasurable side.

Andre's mind was foggy; the parasite already turning his body's endocrine system against him. His brain was flooded with neurotransmitters that made his heart race and his mind full of lust. Suddenly, the pain of his abs flexing and pushing outward against his hand felt like a good thing, like the buildup before an extremely satisfying orgasm, which wasn't far from the truth. His overmuscled gut now looked like an extremely full food baby, sticking out from his waist like half of a large basketball, as the abs and obliques became fuller and more rotund in size.

His reddened cock continued to creak even longer, just long enough for the tip of his glans to reach and catch on his belly button. The unexpected turn of events caused Andre to shudder and moan, as his flexing belly button seemed to pull gently on the cockhead, compressing and sucking on what little of the tip it could fit.

"Huurrrghh *huff* unnnghhh… *gasp*...unnghh! Ungh! Unnngh!! UNNNNNNHGAHHH!!!"

His cockhead popped out suddenly as a torrent of cum erupted from the slit and up into the air, inches from Andre's nose. His cobbled, overblown stomach flexed mightily as his hand cradled it, multiplying the force and pleasure of the orgasm and forcing even larger gobs of the shit to jettison out. His other hand furiously

jacked what he could reach around the suspiciously larger than normal erection. He should have noticed that his fingers could not wrap all the way around the bloated kielbasa, but his clouded mind was deep in the throes of gluttonous pleasure.

Too small to detect, several dozen PALs were ejected from his swollen balls, painting the shower wall and floor. Some of them washed down the drain, while most of them stayed suspended in the copious amounts of ejaculate suspended on the wall and floor.

Andre nearly blacked out from a combination of release and exhaustion. Panting and almost stumbling back against the wall in an effort to keep himself upright, he took huge gulping breaths to get his heart rate under control. A dense, seriously rounded turtleshell roidgut jutted out from his waist, uncomfortably tight and compressed, pushing back on his attempts to breathe, every sharp intake resulting in an equally sharp, rippling flex creaking throughout his overpacked, muscled core. He needed to take smaller breaths to ensure he didn't trigger another wave of pulled muscle flexes. He didn't know what the hell happened, but he sure as hell didn't want to risk the fucking thing getting even bigger.

He shakily stepped out of the shower, careful to mind the densely packed ball of muscle sticking out from him. It twitched and rippled slightly as he slowly bent down to gingerly wrap a towel underneath it and around his waist. It stuck out from him, suspended in midair with no sag whatsoever. His belly button had a little less roundness to it, and instead resembled a sharp divot with more of a diamond shape.

He saw how the muscle gut now made him look like one of those bodybuilding competitors that appears on stage and is met with a cacophony of suspicious whispers of possible drug use. It did give him a more imposing figure he admitted, and in a strange way, due to the rest of his musculature, he seemed to pull it off.

He just happened to look like he treated himself to a grueling abdominal workout every day for the past two years in addition to his other workouts. No biggie…?

He placed the tips of his fingers on the sensitive, bulging muscle skin of the ball, and an electric sensation shot across its surface, seeming to resonate and pulse within the condensed muscles and deep behind his navel. He groaned softly, still thinking about the strongest orgasm he had ever had, his now normal size cock beginning to plump up again.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, jerking him out of his thoughts. A door slammed, followed by the distinct sound of keys being thrown upon a table.

Shit, he thought.

His roommate Bray had come home.