r/parasitecontrol

Deep in the northern woods of Maine, Alex slept in his solo tent. He tries to get away from it all as often as he can, escape life, the rat race, the endless drama of work and family. This time, he took a whole week off of work, able to go far into the northern reach of the state. While not the most popular trail, it was still well traveled relative to the area, with a few tents in either direction up the trail, spaced out around a few hundred yards.

Hearing noises was something you get used to when you're in the bush, and Alex didn't have a second thought when he heard rustling deep into the night. Trying to stay in his sleep state, the noise not only was not going away... he realized it was inside his tent. He quickly scrambled, whacking lamp in a startled attempt to grab, it, yanking it on to illuminate the shelter, freezing at what he saw.

Near his pack, a blue... blob... was just standing still. The size of a basket ball, it had no obvious appendages, openings, nothing. Just a slightly shifting, translucent blue... thing. Alex couldn't move, he felt like if he made any movements, he would scare it, and potentially have it attack him... what ever it was. He slowly reached for his sleeping sacks zipper... trying to discretely slide it down to free himself just a bit to slide out without making noise or obvious movement.

One inch... three... then a hitch. A snag in the zip. Holding his breath, trying with all his might not to completely panic, he tried to slowly yank it back to get beyond the snag. No luck... again... nothing. Keeping his eyes on the blob the entire time, until he darted his attention to what could have been blocking the zipper. Quickly darting his eyes back to the blob - he only saw a brief glimpse of it as it was in the air, halfway to his face.

He screamed for the fraction of a second he could before it latched onto his face, gripping it, he yell completely gagged as the blob blocked his holes. He felt his body go into a completely flight mode, his legs kicking as he was tangled in his bag, his hands trying to get a grip on the blob that had no form - body filled with a gallon of pure adrenaline as he screamed into the goop that coated his mouth.

The panic only hastened as he felt it shoot into his mouth... his nose... feeling warmth flood into his ears... his screams were only turned to gurgles as his throat was filled with goop, pulsating down his throat and into his gut.

His mind was in panic, hands clawing for something to grip, cock hardening, stomach feeling warm... swelling... throat bulging more and more. His body was shaking in fear, but soon shook in pleasure as his rod started to shoot ropes of cum with no physical stimulation. His fear was rapidly fading as the goop filled his lungs, drowning in this thing, his mind became hazy and light, arms slowed down as the fell to his side, eyes open as they were slowly glowing blue. Within a minute, the last of the blob was off his face, and inside of his gut and head. His body shook, his mind hardly awake... just aware enough to feel the complete warmth inside of his gut start spreading down to his ass, to his cock, to his balls.

Eyes shifting around, arms gaining strength, looking down to see his fit body was now at least 80 pounds heavier, stomach swollen and round, his chest now sporting fat man breasts that were leaking blue goop. His mind coming to fast, and... completely loving this new feeling. Rubbing his hands around his soft, warm stomach, tits, groaning as goop sprayed out of one as he pinched it. Seeing his cock swelling and completely rock hard - at least 11 inches with a fat glowing blue cock head. Taking his hand and gripping it, no longer able to get his fingers around his new shaft, feeling a wave of orgasmic pleasure shoot through his body as blue thick cum erupted from his cock, all over the tent, splattering on his stomach, face, bags.

His fear replaced with desire. The desire for more. The desire to share. His asshole started feeling like a soft, elastic toy. Fingers exploring the fat, swollen ring. He couldn't see, but he knew, innately, it was a bright blue ring of soft, swollen tissue that was begging to get forced on someones face. He was trying to think, find the right words. Desire to spread? Desire to fuck? Desire to plop? Plop? Yes... plop. That was the word he was looking for, plop.

He imagined plopping on his wife, he could imagine her screaming mouth, like his only two minutes ago, get forced to suck on his swollen blop corrupted hole. Plopping on it, and unloading hot blue goop into her mouth so she could be blessed. Plop. His imagination was going wild, his hand was now completely slid into his asshole, exploring every inch, feeling warm goop escape and spray out as he slid as much as he could into his ass. Cock erupting goop into the tent.

Then... he stopped. He slid out his hand, completely dripping in blue goop, licking it, sucking his fingers. Smearing it over his tits. His mind racing, thinking of the campers up and down the trail. Looking at the time, seeing it was only an hour till midnight, most everyone would be completely exhausted. The perfect time... the cover of night to head to another camp, to plop on someones face, to plop on someones cock, to plop all over their camp site. Using the cover of night to hide his new swollen, fat, perfected body, his cloths incapable of fitting anymore, and his cock, tits, lips a glowing shiny blue hue that would cause people to attempt to run if they saw.

Sliding out of the tent, cock swollen, leaking - ass puffy and begging to get filled, he headed north to the next camp site, hoping to find those other campers he saw pass him a few hours earlier as he set up camp.

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The adventure continues!