Symbiotic Symptoms part 1
Hey all, just a quick two part story. Next chapter should be out in the next couple days. Not a whole lot of sex in this one, mostly just set up. But if absorption and symbiots aren't your thing...this isn't for you.
The AC in the lab kicked on with a dull roar, Doctor Jonathan Drake shivering and moving out from underneath the main grate and away from the cold sterile air pumping into the room. His back ached from stooping over a microscope for hours on end and as he moved he felt it crack, more than loud enough to startle the only lab assistant that had the kindness to remain. "Sorry, this project is kicking my ass." The assistant, Kris, offered an understanding smile as he took pulled back from his work. "Maybe we should get a few girls from the bar everyone fucks off to to come and give us back rubs? Think we could appropriate some of the budget for that?"
Doctor Drake gave a hearty laugh. The idea of someone to stand and help work out all the kinks in his back while he worked did sound enticing though he'd much prefer if it were Kris doing it than some drunk floozy from a dive bar. His assistant was a fresh college grad, youthful and handsome in a boyish way with sandy blonde hair and a smile that never ceased to make his heart skip a beat. Interpersonal relationships were banned at the research facility to begin with but he knew well how much of a stud the assistant was outside of work. So he said nothing, simply cataloging the mental images of the youth working over his tired and admittedly less than youthful body for later.
"They'd probably break something. I'm going to go get a coffee. You want one? I'm gonna be here all night. No sense for you sticking around. You should go home, do something with your life." He waited but Kris only offered a shake of his head and a motion towards the door as he went back to looking through microscopes and scribbling notes. "Take ten if you need it!" he called when the older doctor slipped out the door, waiting until he heard the safety lock engage on the door before finally kicking back from the desk and gave out a sigh. Truth was, Kris was happy to stay and do as much work as he could. The more the better really, anything to look good when he eventually went to get his own funding, but being in a room with others for so long got him antsy and the only way he could settle his nerves was a good ol'fashioned wank. He moved his chair to the one corner of the room he knew the security cameras couldn't see, a blind spot he'd seen when hanging out with some of his friends in security, and let his cock free and slid a hand up over washboard abs to run over one of his nipples. He had no idea how long the good Doctor would be so he wasted little time, spitting into his free hand before wrapping it quickly around his swiftly growing dick. Fingers tweaked at his nipples in just the right way, hips arching up out of the chair as his other hand worked eagerly along his shaft until he was panting and huffing and his climax rushed over his body. Cum rocketed out of his cock, splatting onto the floor in messy ropes, his body slumped and he was thankful that he had the five or so minutes it took as he spent a few lingering moments in the hazy aftereffects of his lust. As he'd done so many times before he cleaned up quickly and got back to work. The good Doctor returned, none the wiser, and went right back to work as well. The only change was the strong scent of coffee that permeated the room and, thankfully, covered up the telltale hint of jizz.
Weeks passed and Kris found himself spending more and more time at the lab. Doctors rotated in and out though Doctor Drake remained his favorite for a multitude of reasons. For one, it was obvious the older gentleman had picked him as his favorite and would often give him extra work away from the rest of the teams which afforded him more time to do his business and let off steam. For another, the Doctor also tended to work late which meant he was allowed to stay and work late as well. The other Doctors kicked him out when they left since he wouldn't have supervision and while every room in the facility was monitored in some way there was always the risk of what they were working on leaking out somehow.
What they were working on had marveled Kris from the moment he was admitted into the program. Their small facility had been given a full government defense grant to make a material that could, among other things, grow and repair in the case of damage in the presence of other non-organic material. The idea was to make body armor that, should it get damaged, could "consume" existent material in wherever the fighting was fiercest and be repaired swiftly. He'd only had a few chances to see the substance in person, a large vat filled with a goopy black soup, but every job he had in the place attested to the fact that progress was being made in making the system viable.
Tonight was one of those nights, Kris and Doctor Drake standing in the small cramped room that housed the "mother" material. No one had given it a name, its designation was simply "x1" as that was the prototype number.The large sealed container had numerous tubes and spigots leading to reservoirs coated in a thin film of agar to keep the substance from triggering its consuming capabilities. The small dossier they'd been handed detailed the next stages their team would be completing. With successful tests that the x1 could indeed replicate, the next phase was to allow it to duplicate the material it consumed. This was one of those special tasks Doctor Drake had given him, the other Assistants were still working on the mechanisms that allowed x1 to consume in the first place, reinforcing the mechanisms that kept it from devouring anything and everything and thus creating a "gray goo" scenario.
"Think we should start on the cafeteria chicken?" Doctor Drake asked in his usual good humor as he slowly drew out a thick slurry of the x1, eying it carefully as it pooled into his collection beaker like warm soft serve. "No way that's organic. Or food."
Kris only chuckled as he did the same, sealing the lid to his beaker before following the Doctor out and back to their lab. "I could go grab a few? Or maybe you could when you take your "coffee break", they've been getting longer I've noticed. What've you been doing?" It was true, Doctor Drake was leaving for more than his usual ten minute coffee runs as of late. He wasn't complaining, it gave him more time to enjoy himself, but it was weird that the otherwise dutiful Doctor was ostensibly shirking off while on the clock. The question seemed to hit too, the older man blushing, actually blushing, before stammering some answer about talking with the night janitors and relaxing. It was obviously a lie but Kris didn't feel like he should press the issue. Maybe the Doctor was jerking off as well? Wouldn't that be a riot. He'd have happily told the Doctor to join him if that was the case, though he'd feel weird broaching the subject even if the Doctor hadn't reacted so viscerally. Kris had jerked off with his college roommates more than once and even fooled around with a few other guys when he'd been invited to the few threesomes he'd had a chance to join. A guy jerking off didn't bother him, so long as he wasn't getting a dick in the ass.
They returned to the lab and worked in silence, the question seeming to hang between them like a cloud. As always the inevitable fatigue set in before long and the Doctor excused himself for his coffee break and Kris once again moved to his usual spot in the room. He'd grown more bold as Doctor Drake's breaks began to take more time, stripping down fully to expose himself to the cool air of the room so he could stretch out and truly be himself. He'd also smuggled in a little KY, a much more preferable bit of lube over his spit, which heightened his experience immensely. He took his time jerking off and took his time cleaning up, moving to the trash with the few napkins he'd kept over from dinner to deposit the evidence before an idea struck him.
The x1 sample shouldn't react to the jizz on the napkin but if he cut it, their prefered method of getting it to trigger its regenerative capabilities, it should eat the napkin. He moved quickly, the admittedly juvenile idea causing his heart to beat a little faster, grabbing a scalpel and slicing the small swatch of the goopy substance as he'd done many times before. He then quickly placed the edge of one napkin against the wound and watched, as he'd done before, as the goop quickly overtook the artificial napkin as it converted the substance into more of itself and swiftly to boot. What was shocking however was the goop quickly converted the cum on the napkins as well. Which it wasn't supposed to do.
Kris jerked his hand back when he realized what had just happened but it was too late, the substance had traveled from the napkins to his fingers where it remained. He stood dumbfounded as the goop seemed to pause, converting what remained of the KY jelly on his hand before finally reaching his skin. The prick of it on his skin jolted him from his stupor but before he could even turn he felt the substance race up his arm, converting the surface skin and sleeve of his shirt as it did so. In another instant the x1 had formed a tendril that reared up from his shoulder and speared into his ear. Kris let out a strangled cry as he fell to the floor, the goop traveling through his ear canal and into his skull where it coated his brain. Images flashed as he flailed on the ground, gasping and crying out as he felt the substance seep into him, sharing fragments of memories as they merged. Small bacteria trapped on rocks that had survived the sterilization process being devoured around the rocks. The x1 slowly developing its own life cycle, somehow keeping it undetected as it was fed more and more matter. Growing smarter, waiting for its chance to break free. Flashes of pain as the mother source was cut and burned and subjected to all manner of tests. Even flashes of the samples he'd weeks before worked on.
The deluge of images continued to pour in as the x1 slowed its conversion, working over its host and repairing the skin it had consumed beneath even as it coated and converted. Within minutes Kris had been fully consumed and rebuilt on a cellular level, his biological matter having merged and intermingled with with the x1 until they were all but inseparable. Kris finally stood when the very last bit of his flesh reformed, leaving him naked. He could feel the air on his bare form in a totally different way than he had only minutes before when he'd jerked off. It was like he could taste and feel the air at the same time. As if his skin had transformed into a nose, eyes, mouth and (as he took a step) sex organ as pleasure raced through his body. Some voice, in his own inner monologue, seemed to say he was still learning to process the new information. Kris recognized this as the x1, no longer separate but altogether distinct from himself. It would take time, he was telling himself, time he knew he didn't have. Doctor Drake would soon return and would ask why the sample of the x1 was gone and why Kris was now naked. He was about to sneak out of the room when the door swung open with a hiss.
The fact of the matter was Kris was correct in his amusing aside. Doctor Drake was indeed jerking off in his own time but not simply with his imagination. He'd discovered, quite by accident, that his Assistant had been using his coffee breaks to enjoy a bit of self pleasure one morning when he'd gone to throw out his morning cup of joe and discovered the night janitors hadn't cleaned out the trash and there for him were the used tissues Kris had used to clean up. It didn't take long for him to connect the dots and it took less time for him to move the security cameras to catch the blind spot in the room. It took even less time from there for him to pass the security guards a little bit of money to take their own break and get the security room for himself.
Tonight he'd almost hoped he hadn't done it. He watched in a mix of horror and wonder as Kris had been devoured by the x1, replaced fully with wonder when he reformed and then swung full on to lust as he watched the new creature move about. He sat at a cross road at that moment, the only person in the facility knowing what had just transpired. Something to shake the very foundations of science. He could pull the alarm and shut the whole place down. Trap whatever Kris was...if it was still Kris...and study it. Or...he could remain in the room and watch whatever the new lifeform would do and he didn't have much time to deliberate as he heard the guards returning. He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants, long forgotten and unused, and slipped from the room to waylay them. He took a few moments to build himself up, rushing into their path as they rounded a bend in the hallway. "Kris! Kris is in trouble, he collapsed in the room, you have to make sure he's alright!" he shouted, the guards staring in shock. "Hurry!" Doctor Drake shouted as they finally turned to move, letting the Doctor return to the security room to watch what unfolded next.
The security guards! Of course! They'd seen everything! Kris's mind raced as the three men stood staring at each other in stunned silence. The other Kris, the x1 Kris, was racing too. Images flashed as his own fight or flight systems kicked in. Images of his body contorting, twisting and shaping and...absorbing(?) the two men. They had to. If they got away they'd alert the entire facility and he'd end up back in a test tube. They couldn't have that and with a fluid motion Kris raised his hand, the security guards giving out a laugh. "You pulling some kind of prank on us with the Doctor?" one asked, the other about to say something before Kris went on the offensive.
Twin black tentacles burst from his outstretched palm, whipping out the guards and their tips piercing into their necks with lightning quick speed. Kris had no idea how he'd done it, but he had. He had no idea what to do next, but he did. More images flooded his mind from his other self and his body reacted. He watched both men's skin grow a spiderweb of black tendrils as he slowly consumed their biological matter. He could feel it enter him, like a reverse orgasm as his body trembled with lustful glee. He could feel their memories flood into his mind. Of families and friends, of experiences and knowledge he'd never thought about. How to play baseball. How to curl his tongue. How to play guitar. All these things and more joined into his own memories as he subsumed the men into himself until they were gone completely. With each memory, with each thought, he began to understand how to process it all. The other Kris grew more intelligent and the barriers between it and him grew thinner.
With so much material pumping into his body Kris felt sluggish, both minds trying to process all the information and the biological material at the same time. The other Kris screamed to use it to grow stronger even as it flashed images of shooting ranges, lovers tossed onto the bed, macho acts of sports and fighting at bars. As each image passed through his memory he could feel the bulk shift. Muscles swelled, his 5'9'' body growing another foot almost instantly as bones simply stretched like rubber to accommodate the sudden growth spurt. Pecs slowly grew as his already six pack shifted and grew as well, leaving his physique in an adonis like condition. But there was more, more as each vision of the guards breeding with their wives filled his mind he felt his cock grow, blood and mass pumping with his heart as it rose like a pillar against gravity to stick out like a third limb as it grew as thick as a soda can. Inch after inch grew as he let out a lurid groan, hand moving down to stroke himself as his simple average dick grew to at least ten inches. As his transformation slowed, all the new mass finally regulated into dense ironlike muscles another memory sparked like lightning through his mind. Doctor Drake. Doctor Drake was the one in the security room. He'd paid the guards off to...sit and watch the cameras for a few hours...but why? Either way, he was the only one who knew what just transpired. Which meant one thing only. He was the next target. The only threat.
To be continued.