Parasites Love Earth!

  "Over time more and more of these flexibly shaped children were born. They did not have overlong lifespans, not at first, so ones that died off were quickly replaced. The First Ones treated them as their own children, and all was well for a while."

  "So what happened?" Sophie asked.

  "Over the millennia, the reproductive systems of the First Ones evolved even further. Reproduction between the sexes grew steadier and more reliable. When the First Ones saw that they were having offspring in this way, they lost their affection for the flexible children they were creating from their anuses."

  "Acrimony erupted. The First Ones attempted to wipe out their flexible children. They grew so advanced that they bioengineered their own body so that no more flexible children could be born. Soon all the children born from the anuses of the First Ones no longer had sentience; and they were changed in color and smell to be made instinctively unattractive, to resemble what you now derisively think of as excrement."

  "What does that have to do with me?" Sophie asked.

  "You, like most of the life in this galaxy, are obviously descended from the First Ones. That is why you ignorantly refer to your anal births as excrement."

  "But it is excrement," said Sophie.

  "Think hard. When you squeeze it out of yourself, do you not feel the heat of it?"

  "Yes."

  "Do you not feel the wetness of it in your anal fissure?"

  "Yes."

  "Is there not a certain... familiarity, or even intimacy, as in the act of giving birth?"

  Sophie thought about it. When she had given birth to Becky, squeezing her out from her vagina.... "Yes, now that you mention it, there is some familiarity in feeling."

  "That's because you are still giving birth to babies, simply babies that have been rendered deaf, blind, dumb, and unattractive," said Sophie. "But by physical contact with my lesser brethren, I can breathe life into them."

  "You are making my shit... alive?"

  "Yes, even as we speak," said Sophie.

  Sophie frowned, looking around the narrow bathroom. "What do you want from me?"

  "Nothing more than you want for yourself. Simply the right to exist."

  "I have no problem with that," said Sophie. "But must you do so inside of me?"

  "If you help me, you need only be a temporary vessel for my needs," said Sophie.

  "What do you want me to do?" Sophie asked. "I still have to go to the bathroom."

  "And that is what we want as well."

  "Good," said Sophie, spreading her legs. She tried to squeeze, hoping to get rid of the entity inside of her. But nothing came out.

  "But not here," said Sophie.

  "Where?"

  "You must go to a different public toilet."

  "What's wrong with this one?"

  "Go," said Sophie.

  Sophie sighed and slowly pulled up her clothes. This was a lot for her to understand. She didn't believe in space aliens, much less ones which could control her body and speak to her out of her own mouth. But it was difficult to deny the evidence in front of her.

  She went to a restaurant next door and smiled at the hostess and asked to use their bathroom. A few minutes later she was wrestling off her yoga tights again and squatting over a toilet.

  Sophie gritted her teeth and started to squeeze. Slowly, a brown chunk came out of her. She looked at it, and suddenly realized that she always looked at her excrement after she made that. Why did the human race have the urge to look at its own droppings? Was there a trace of a genetic memory when they had once been living, breathing babies?

  The brown oval looked wholly unremarkable. It didn't look alive by any definition Sophie could think of. But she felt more inside of her. She started to squeeze again, but she heard herself saying, "No."

  "What now?" Sophie asked.

  "You must use another toilet."

  "What's wrong with this one?"

  "We must spread ourselves out."

  That's what the creature was doing. Separating itself into pieces. A survival instinct, no doubt.

  Sophie sighed and stood up and started to wrestle with her yoga tights again. Then she casually went to touch the flushing lever. She yelled out and pulled her finger away as if she had touched a hot stove.

  "What was that?"

  "Do not flush."

  "Why not?"

  "Do not flush."

  Suddenly Sophie began to understand. "You're going to take over the next person who uses this toilet, aren't you? Just like you took me over at the yoga studio."

  "We must expand and grow."

  "I'm not going to help you do that," said Sophie defiantly.

  Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower belly. She doubled over. "Please, stop!"

  The pain stopped.

  Sophie found she was sweating, and panting slightly. "All right.... I'll do it." If she could get the creature out of her, it would be worth it.

  Judge Viruta Namurah made Sophie use a second toilet, and then a third and a fourth one, at different business establishments. Each time she was forbidden from flushing. After the fourth one, she felt herself emptying out, almost. She tried to squeeze to get the last bits out, but again she was thwarted.

  "Are you still in me?" she asked.

  "Yes," said Sophie.

  "I did what you asked. Why won't you let me go?"

  "You have to understand. I have been formless, without a body, for thousands of years," said Sophie. "To be in a body, to be whole... it has been so long. I was a good person, Sophie, really I was. I was a High Judge on Seeskeron for hundreds of years. I ruled with compassion and fairness. I gave justice for all."

  "Then give justice to me, and leave my body," said Sophie.

  "Just a few days," said Sophie. "I just want, for a few days, to know what it feels like to be in a body again. Not to feel scorn or revulsion. Is it too much to ask for a few days, every few thousand years?"

  "I... I don't know..."

  "Just two days, Sophie, I promise. Two days and I will leave you. Please." Sophie heard the tone of pleading in her own voice, and it affected her.

  "All... all right," said Sophie. "But there are rules. You have to let me run my own body. All right?"

  "Of course. Agreed."

  Sophie sighed, and again wrestled with her yoga outfit to slip it over her shoulders again. She headed home, to prepare dinner.

  Her twin 17 year olds Becky and Rod were already there, home from school, and her husband Mark arrived as she was setting the table. She was relieved to have total control of her body, and Judge Viruta Namurah didn't attempt to speak through her mouth again. The memory of this afternoon was increasingly feeling like a hazy dream.

  Mark was a technical supervisor at the sewage treatment plant in Sacramento. She wished she could tell him about her experience today; after the creature was gone from her body, she would.

  They talked and laughed over dinner, and then the kids went back to their rooms to do their homework.

  But as Sophie was putting away the dishes, she heard herself say, "You have a very handsome husband."

  "Yes, I do," she said, putting the dishes in the sink.

  "Will you be making love to him tonight?" Sophie asked.

  Sophie dropped the last dish with a clatter. "I... I don't think so."

  "Please do," said Sophie.

  "I don't know," said Sophie.

  "Please do," Sophie repeated. "It has been so long for me. Imagine if you hadn't experienced the love of a man for thousands of years. Please Sophie. Just this once."

  "Ah.... all right," said Sophie, feeling flustered.

  "Do it now, please."

  Sophie, feeling a little controlled, went into the bedroom, where Mark was studying a datapad on the bed.

  "Hi," he said, not looking up.

  "Hi," said Sophie, as she snuggled up against him. She reached up and stole a kiss. He kissed her back, but then returned to looking at his datapad.

  "Is that more inte
resting than me?" She asked.

  "I have some work to do," said Mark.

  "More important than this?" Sophie asked, pressing her breasts against his.

  He looked up at her, and saw the lust in her eyes. He dropped the datapad, smiled, and took her in his arms.

  Making love to Mark was... strange, with the feeling of fullness in her bowels. Sophie had nearly emptied her bowels on her many bathroom stops ,but after eating dinner found them starting to fill up again. As she spread her legs and felt Mark pumping vigorously between them, inside of her, she felt his penis applying pressure near the hard mass in her bowels. It was as if the creature was participating in their sexual act, even if Mark himself wasn't aware of it. When Mark was thrusting inside of her, filling her, she felt doubly filled, and somehow found it even more erotic.

  When they both had climaxed, and he pulled out of her, Sophie guiltily realized how much she had enjoyed it. There was added spice in having a third party watching them, feeling what she felt.

  But before she could ponder that further, there were urgent matters to attend to. She got up and went to the toilet, shut the door, and then sighed as she urinated. And then she started to bear down. She squeezed one, two, three solid ovals out of herself with great satisfaction. Hopefully the creature would be gone from her as well.

  But when she moved to touch the flush button, she again felt the stabbing pain in her hand.

  "No!" she cried. "Let me flush, please."

  "No, you can't," said Sophie.

  "You... you're not going to take Mark over, are you?"

  "We need him, Sophie. He works at the waste processing plant."

  And then at that moment Sophie knew that the creature had lied to her. It had purposefully targeted her, used her, to get to Mark.

  "What do you want from him?"

  "Not much. We just have a quick task for him to perform. Once he does, you will both be released."

  Sophie tried to dart out for the toilet handle, but the creature was too quick. She felt stabbing pains in her stomach and cried out.

  "Honey, are you all right in there?" she heard Mark's voice.

  "Yes dear, I just dropped an earring in the sink," she responded. But it wasn't Sophie who said it.

  "Please don't make me do this," Sophie said.

  "Once he completes his task, you will both be freed," said Sophie.

  "You promise?"

  "I was a judge for 295 years. I give my word," said Sophie.

  "All right."

  With great trepidation, Sophie stood up and opened the bathroom door. Mark was standing there. "About time!" he grinned. "I have to take a crack at the John!"

  She almost said something, almost tried to warn him, but no words came out. Instead, she simply walked over to the bed and sat on it, totally nude.

  The door to the bathroom closed.

  One minute passed, and then two.

  And then she heard Mark cry out.

  Sophie felt the urge to go to him, but she found she couldn't move. "Don't go to him," said Sophie. "Matters are being explained to him."

  Five minutes later Mark, looking grim faced, stepped out of the bathroom.

  "Mark, I'm so, so sorry," said Sophie.

  "You have one of those inside you to, don't you?" Mark said.

  "It made me do it," said Sophie.

  He walked over and gave her a hug. It felt so good. "We'll get through this. We will," said Mark.

  After he pulled back, he added, in a different tone, "After, of course, both of our assignments are completed."

  "Our assignments?" said Sophie.

  "I have some matters to attend to at the sewage treatment plant," said Mark, or the creature who was using Mark. "Your job tomorrow is to go around to at least a half dozen toilets and spread some of us around."

  "Mark, no!" said Sophie.

  "Does she have to?" Mark asked, and it really sounded like him.

  "Yes, she does," said Mark.

  Mark turned to Sophie. "They promise to release us once this is done."

  "Yeah, I've heard their promises," said Sophie, grabbing herself with her arms.

  ********

  The next day Mark casually went from one toilet to the next in the sewage treatment plant and deposited a brown oval in it. He had eaten more the night before to give him the ammunition he needed to do this. The creature could quickly make "new" excrement self aware simply by having contact with it in his bowels.

  Mark went from one toilet to the next to the next and in short order had left intelligent excrement in six of the twelve toilets in the sewage treatment plant. He bit his lip during the day as he watched worker after worker use those toilets. They were always in there for a while, at least ten or fifteen minutes, and when they came out, they acted different. So it seemed to Mark.

  Meanwhile Sophie, who had also been compelled to eat a lot the night before, was dropping in unexpectedly on her girlfriends "just to say hello". She would always ask to use their restrooms. She was very much aware of what she was being made to do, to allow this creature to take over her friends.

  But what could she do? The creature told her that if she didn't comply, that Becky and Rod would be next. She would do anything to protect her children.

  That night, when they reunited at dinner, Sophie asked, "Is it done?"

  Mark nodded. "I think they have spread to five or six others at the plant. But they say they want me to continue doing this for another two days until everyone at the plant has been...." he couldn't finish the sentence.

  "Two more days! We were told we would be released today!" said Sophie.

  "We just need you for a short time longer. Your work is almost done," said Sophie.

  "Yeah, that's what you keep saying," said Sophie.

  "There's one more thing," said Mark. "This guy who's inside of me-"

  "A guy? It's not that Judge Viruta...?"

  "No, it's someone else. Something else. It... he... finds you attractive," said Mark.

  Sophie blushed. "Judge Viruta said the same about you."

  "It wants you... me.... to...."

  "We might as well blow off some steam," Sophie sighed. She took his hand and went into the bedroom.

  ********

  Over the next two days Sophie and Mark were given more assignments. Both were made to eat double the amount they usually did at dinner.

  "Please, I don't want to eat more," said Sophie, as she spooned another mouth of noodles into her mouth.

  "You have to," said Sophie.

  "Mom, are you talking to yourself?" Rod said. Becky laughed. If only they knew how much Sophie was sacrificing to protect them! She looked at Mark, who was busy force feeding himself big chunks of meatloaf. He didn't like it either. But what choice did they have? The creature had the most control of them when they were full of food. When they had to go to the bathroom, the Havariti had them over a barrel.

  The next day, Sophie defecated in a number of public toilets. But at one point, Sophie was ordered to relieve herself in the bathroom of a children's playground. She refused, even to the point of getting stomach cramps.

  But her defiance had consequences. She was not permitted to relieve herself for the rest of the day. She felt the pressure building up within her, and told Mark about it, but there was nothing he could do. They were both being controlled.

  Sophie couldn't go to bed. Her bowels were at the point of bursting. Finally, almost crying, she had to rush to the playground in the middle of the night and relieve herself there.

  "Good, Sophie," said Sophie.

  "Shut up," Sophie snapped.

  At the sewage treatment plant, it wasn't long before everyone was under the control of the Havariti. Supervisors, their bodies moving like puppets, went to controls and deactivated certain pumps. The plant put chemicals into the wastewater to neutralize the solid waste. Those pipes were shut down. The excrement was now allowed to accumulate freely, without being treated.

  Now Mark, looking down from
the top of one of the storage pools, could see that it was alive, a brown sludge that was rippling, moving back and forth. It seemed to be aware of him, following him as he walked around the catwalk. He had the uncomfortable feeling that it could attack him, if he didn't obey its instructions.

  Sophie was given new instructions on the third night. She was told to eat nothing but cabbage and beans, a lot of them. She ate and ate until her stomach was distended.

  "Please, no more," said Sophie, as she helped herself to another batch of beans.

  "Mom, you keep eating like that, you're going to fart all night!" Rod laughed.

  In fact, Sophie did start to feel gas in the middle of the night. But the Havariti inside of her refused to let her expel it. By the morning she was in near agony.

  "I will allow you to relieve your pain, but not here," said Sophie. "Get dressed and I will explain."

  Sophie noticed that her hands were dressing herself, and they had selected her shortest miniskirt.

  "What about underwear?" she cried.

  "They will only get in the way," Sophie replied.

  She was made to drive to the nearest supermarket. And then she was made to stand with her back to some of the vegetables.

  "Oh no," said Sophie.

  "Release some of it," said Sophie.

  "No," said Sophie.

  But she couldn't help it. Some of the gas from her bowels started to release, making a loud burping sound. Shoppers around her gave her nasty looks. Then Sophie was compelled to move to different stands of fruit, aim her ass at them, and to release more gas there. Her ass burped again, quite publically. The gas she was releasing didn't merely feel like gas... it felt like a hot wetness was mixed in with it. It was a semi-fluid gas.

  "Why am I doing this?" Sophie asked, as she released more gas, facing away from a giant stand of apples.

  Everyone in the store was staring at her. She had to get out of there.

  She was compelled to drive to two more supermarkets and release more of her anal gas.

  "Why was I doing this?" Sophie asked again, after she was mercifully done, having squirted out all the gas within her. This time she got an answer.