Commander Manoa Vs. The Bellyjacker - Part 6 (Patreon)

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The symbiote is fully in charge, now!

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Eventually, Manoa had fully repaired the power generator and restored the shuttle’s onboard systems. She moved to activate the emergency beacon and await rescue but her body refused to press the button. The familiar sensation of her body losing control to the symbiote overwhelmed her and she was all but frozen in place.

Like many unorthodox parasites, the symbiote’s connection to Manoa gave it a deep understanding of her and her mind and how to best use her to sustain itself. Through her, the lifeform knew that with the generator restored, the replicator could keep Manoa fed indefinitely. It also knew that as long as she didn’t activate the beacon, it would be most likely that the Space Fleet would assume her to be lost forever.

Through Manoa’s mind and the residual memories it had inherited from the first symbiote that it had originated from, this new symbiote remembered the experiences of its crotch based predecessor and the role Manoa’s crewmates had in its removal from her body. The lifeform knew that with everyone else removed from the scenario, there would be no one to stop it from keeping the commander as its helpless feeder-by-proxy.

Another fart released from her rear but now the blue donut hole widened and the symbiote spread out from her rear and tightly wrapped itself around her lower half like a spiderweb. Out of her mouth, a large belch was followed by gooey tendril that quickly covered most of her face before morphing itself into an tube-like appendage not too dissimilar to an elephant’s trunk.

Manoa was already so fat that her mobility was compromised so she could resist little as the symbiote moved her across the ground like a slug, away from the beacon and towards the food replicator. Using its increasing control of her body, it forced Manoa to lift up her plump arm and enter her commander’s authorization, something that would let her to override the system’s health protocols and allow the production of fatty, calorie heavy foods.

“2-step verification required to override health protocols.” The computer's voice explained. “Please identify yourself and restate the desired new protocol.”

Manoa’s eyes bugged with shock as the end of the tube-like appendage spoke… with her voice!

“Commander Manoa… Complete override of caloric guidance…”

As the computer beeped the voice continued.

“Power down beacon… Delete all operating data not relating to the replicator from ship systems. Total data purge.”

“This process is irreversible. Please confirm.” The computer said.

Buried inside her bonds, Manoa struggled, trying to protest- she would be stuck on this rock forever!!! Her muffled yells were inaudible as the trunk spoke in her voice again: “Confirm.”

The ship's light flickered and, except for the replicator, went dark as Manoa’s one hope of escape became a paperweight.

The symbiote didn’t waste a second. Sticking its blue trunk inside the replicator…

(To be concluded!)