The Host - 01 (Patreon)

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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Slime

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The Host

I

Lizzie rotated a black dial clockwise ever so slightly, increasing the flame from the Bunsen burner below the Erlenmeyer flask suspended above it. The blue–green liquid within turned cloudy, which she noted on her tablet.

If this works I’ll get into the Master’s program for sure.

Lizzie watched through her glasses as the liquid formed small bubbles and began sliding up the sides of the glass flask, more than the capillary effect could account for.

“Hmm…”

As the bubbles grew more numerous and energetic, the liquid started to increase in volume. Lizzie assumed it was starting to solidify, which was not what she expected. She twisted the knob to kill the heat, but the reaction continued. The substance continued to expand until it filled the glass flask and started to spill out of the narrow opening at the top.

“What the hell…?”

Lizzie’s blonde ponytail danced as she leaned in to examine her experiment in sharper detail. A rookie mistake. The glass cracked and shattered, and the blue–green liquid — which now had more of a gelatinous consistency — spilled out onto the lab table. It spread like spilled milk, rippling toward Lizzie’s hand where it rested on the table.

As it made contact with her skin, Lizzie jerked her hand away, but the substance stuck to her like tree sap. The mass of blue–green goo stretched from the table to her fingertips. Then it started sliding up her fingers. The substance flexed and lurched as if with a will of its own, spreading across Lizzie’s hand and up over her wrist.

Lizzie jumped back and flung her arm reflexively as if to shake the slime off of her. Instead of separating from her skin, the mass of slime sprung off the table to hang limply from her outstretched palm. Then the loose goo began to pulse and ripple, contracting upward to join the rest as the substance spread all along her skin, up her arm and onto her torso.

Lizzie panicked and started ripping off her lab coat as the slime spread over her chest. She felt an icy–hot sensation as it slithered under her bra to collect on her modest breasts. At first the sensation was stimulating, like a lover’s caress. But it didn’t take long to become overwhelming. Lizzie’s eyes rolled back as the substance overloaded her body with pain and pleasure, until she collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

***

When she came to, Lizzie pushed herself up from the linoleum–tiled floor. Remembering her last moments of lucidity, Lizzie flung her lab coat open, lifting her graphic tee up under her chin. She saw nothing but clean, pale skin and her dusty–rose bra. The liquid from her experiment was gone, and everything looked normal apart from her breasts.

Lizzie pulled one cup of the undergarment away from her chest. There was nothing beneath but skin and a dark pink nipple, still a little puffy from over–stimulation.

The substance must have evaporated or soaked into my clothes or something… My clothes are dry, though…

This definitely called for further experimentation.

After I get changed. And clean up my workstation.

Lizzie got herself to her feet and smoothed out her clothes. As she started to sweep up the bits of broken glass, she felt sharp pangs of hunger in her middle. She tried to push the sensation down— there were higher priorities than lunch right now. Yet despite her efforts, her hunger grew more and more intense until simply moving required an effort of will.

Well, I guess I can eat real quick, then take care of this mess…

Lizzie got a soda and bag of corn chips from the vending machines while her frozen burrito was warming in the microwave. Usually she just had water with her meals, but she felt like if she didn’t calm the pain in her stomach she might pass out again.

She was dumping the last of the chip crumbs into her mouth as the microwave beeped. She bit into the tortilla wrapped rice and beef before it had time to cool, nearly burning her tongue. After uncharacteristically inhaling her lunch, Lizzie tossed her trash into the bin and went back to her station to clean up.

Less than half an hour later, on her way to the infirmary, Lizzie’s hunger pangs returned.

This is ridiculous. I can definitely wait until dinner, I ate lunch at like 3pm…

A voice Lizzie mistook for her own inner monologue spoke in her brain.

Hungry…

Before she knew what she was doing, Lizzie was punching in the code for a candy bar from another vending machine.

***

The school nurse couldn’t find anything wrong with Lizzie’s body. At Lizzie’s insistence she measured her, and while they were swollen almost a full cup size larger than usual, there were no lumps or other abnormalities. Lizzie made a follow–up appointment to get checked over again in a few days. Toward the end of her exam, her stomach was making so much noise the nurse could hear it.

“And make sure you eat something, dear. I know some of you science majors forget to eat when you’re working on your senior projects…”

Lizzie found herself in the dining hall, wolfing down meatloaf and mashed potatoes at 4:30 in the afternoon. She’d gotten a bit more food than usual, just in case, but by the time she was scraping up the last bites with her fork she still felt a little peckish. Lizzie went up for a bowl of soft serve from the machine, then left the cafeteria, finally satisfied.

About an hour later, Lizzie was in her dorm room trying to find any information online in forums or scientific journals about the chemical reaction she’d observed. The sound of the common room door opening with the return of her roommate, snapped Lizzie back to reality. She noticed two unexpected sensations in her body. Her stomach felt empty, and her bra felt tight.

Stepping to the full length mirror hanging on her door, Lizzie pressed her clean tank top to her middle and stood in profile. Her breasts were visibly larger. They were possibly even bigger than they’d been in the Nurse’s office.

What is going on?

“Hey Liz you here?”

“Yeah…”

“You eat yet? I’m heading to dinner.”

“I…”

Hungry…

Okay, that voice was definitely not her own thoughts.

Who was that?

A long pause and then the voice repeated.

Hungry…

I’m not eating any more until I get some answers!

Lizzie’s stomach knotted with such pain that she wrapped her arms around her middle and doubled over.

“I’m… I’ll be right out!”

***

Lizzie ate even more for second dinner than she had at her first. After two full plates she still felt hungry, so she went up for a third. She ignored her roommate’s raised eyebrow. Lizzie resisted the impulse to grab dessert this time— she could feel the tightness in her slightly distended stomach and knew that the hunger she still felt couldn’t be natural.

When they got back to the dorms, Lizzie bolted for her room and shut the door, flopping on the bed and massaging her tight stomach in an attempt to soothe it. After a few minutes she pulled out her phone to continue her research online. Her stomach felt warm to the touch, and was gurgling much more than it should.

She added “accelerated digestion” to her search terms, but still came up blank.

By about 7:30, Lizzie notice the straps of her bra digging painfully into her shoulders. Also, her stomach didn’t feel warm anymore.

Hungry…

Who was that?

I am me. I am you.

”What?!”

A voice came from the common room, “You alright, Liz?”

Shit.

“I’m just on the phone, sorry!”

Who and what the hell are you?

I am… I am hungry!

The hunger pains that flooded Lizzie’s middle were so intense that she rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position. The sudden motion made one shoulder strap on her bra break with a soft shrip.

Lizzie jumped up from the bed, whipped off her tank top and inspected herself in the mirror. Her breasts were far bigger than any mere swelling could account for. Lizzie wasn’t flat by any means, the bra she’d just ruined was a B–cup. Her chest was respectable enough considering how little thought she gave to such superficial things. Now, the milky white flesh on her torso overflowed the pale green bra like a tube of biscuit dough.

The hunger pangs hit her again.

Hungry!

Lizzie’s body was in agony, but her sharp mind worked through the pain to form a hypothesis.

If I feed you will you answer my questions?

Hungry… The voice said, this time more a plea than a demand.

Lizzie unhooked her broken bra, the elastic making it fly across the room like a rubber band. She dug in her dresser for a rarely–used sports bra. Luckily the garment was stretchy enough to contain her new assets, but she still struggled to stuff herself into it. Slipping on a baggier tee shirt over the elastic bra, Lizzie grabbed her backpack and left the bedroom.

“Hey, you wanna watch somethin— oh, where ya goin?”

“The –uh– library.” Lizzie said lamely.

“Now?”

“Yeah, I need to look something up for my project, and it’s quieter at night.”

“Oh… okay!”

Lizzie crossed the quad and two blocks down to another set of dorms. She feared someone at her usual dining hall might recognize her if she visited a third time, so she fast–walked to a different one. The voice in her head repeated its pleading the entire way.

Two full plates of lasagna and garlic bread later, Lizzie surreptitiously touched her stomach under the table.

Now will you tell me who you are?

I am me. I’m hungry.

I fed you enough. Who are you?

I live. I hunger.

Are you inside my body?

Hungry…

Lizzie tried a more wild hypothesis.

Were you in the lab? Did I make you?

Hungry…

Lizzie clicked her tongue in frustration and went back through the cafeteria line. By the time she crammed down a third helping of pasta and two more chunks of bread, she could feel her stomach pressing tightly against the button on her pants.

There. Now tell me, are you inside my body?

Body… my body… your body… yes.

Did you come from the lab?

Hungry…

No! Answer me!

More!

Lizzie struggled to her feet and got two pieces of cheesecake. She ate a few bites then resumed her questioning.

Did you come from the lab?

Lab? Vessel? Break?

You were in a glass vessel that broke?

I… break… yes.

Is that when you came to life?

Life… live… hungry…

Lizzie sighed and forked another bite of cheesecake between her teeth.

Were you born in the lab or did you come from somewhere else?

More…

Lizzie slowly ate two more bites. She could almost feel each lump of sweet chewy cake slide only partway down her throat to land atop the pile of food already packed into her stomach. There was quite literally no more room.

Where did you come from?

More…

Lizzie forked the rest of the cheesecake into her mouth and down her throat as fast as she could. She gulped down big bites and held her breath, hoping to keep it all down before her body could protest.

Where?

I come, from far… very far…

Far, like, from space?

Space? Hmm… More…

The mere thought of more food made Lizzie’s body shudder and lurch, but she managed, with some concentration, to keep the food down.

I can’t eat any more, I’m going to be sick!

Hungry…

The voice would not respond to any of Lizzie’s questions after that. It just kept repeating its pleas for more, though mercifully it got quieter over time. Lizzie struggled the long walk back to her dorm, emitting soft burps and occasionally steadying her stomach with one hand like a pregnant woman.

Luckily, Lizzie’s roommate was in her bedroom when she got back. Lizzie changed for bed and slid under the sheets. She lay on her back, gently massaging her unnaturally warm stomach. Exhausted from her bizarre day and with her body drained by her rapid digestion, Lizzie drifted off almost immediately.

***

Lizzie woke just before dawn to the feeling of a strange weight on her chest. It was like being back at home when her parents’ cat would curl up on top of her while she slept. Rolling onto her side, Lizzie felt her skin pull and tug as some part of her flopped down onto the mattress, just under her chin.

Bolting upright, Lizzie felt the unfamiliar weight pull at her shoulders. She looked down to see her normally baggy sleep tee was skin tight across her chest.

These aren’t ‘breasts,’ they’re fuckin tits!

Lizzie’s hands grabbed at her breasts, feeling their elasticity push back against her fingers. They’d grown even bigger in her sleep. They were twice the size they’d been when she’d snuck off for ‘third dinner.’ Lizzie was no good at estimating bra sizes, but they were at least as big as grapefruits.

You touch. Awake?

Lizzie almost jumped out of bed.

Are you… my tits?

Tits? I am hungry!

The voice went back into its ‘hungry’ mantra, so Lizzie got out of bed and looked for something to wear. Skipping her normal snug khakis, she grabbed some gym pants with an elastic waist. Tops were going to be more difficult. Even her sports bra wouldn’t go down past her nipples— sliding up every time she released the bottom band.

Looking at her topless form in the mirror, Lizzie noted that her newly grown breasts had almost no sag.

Rapid growth must mean the skin is still tight enough to keep them firm like this.

Lizzie pulled what was once a loose tank top over her chest. It was tight enough now to fit like a very lewd bra. She added a large tee shirt on top, which also clung snugly to her new assets.

Poking her chest and watching the large orbs wobble, Lizzie started updating her working theories.

“I’ll feed you again” she whispered to her cleavage, “but then I want some answers.”

The voice only moaned.

More…