"Normally your waste products do not become self aware until they come into contact with one such as us who is already is self aware," said Sophie. "But you have accelerated the process. By spraying these exposed foods with a fine mist, those who consume these foods will find that their solid waste will become self aware within them. With this single effort today, you have helped us spread to dozens if not hundreds of others!"
Sophie wanted to cry.
But the worst was yet to come.
Sophie and Mark were not freed after three days; the Havariti never had any intention of releasing them. Sophie and Mark were ordered to return home around mid-day, while the kids were still in school. There was a blonde woman waiting at their front door.
"Hello," said Sophie uncertainly. She let the woman in, and watched her go immediately to the bathroom.
"What is she doing here?" Sophie asked.
"She is a courier," said Sophie.
The woman reappeared a moment later, zipping up her pants.
Sophie, to her horror, saw Mark going to the toilet. "Mark, no!"
"I... I can't help it," said Mark.
He entered the bathroom, and closed the door.
A moment later, Sophie heard a yell. She ran to the bathroom, just as it opened.
"Mark, are you all right? Mark?"
Mark stood there, stonefaced.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He has acquired a new master," said Sophie. "Some of us have more dominant personalities than others. Mark has been taken by someone with a very dominant personality."
"Mark? Mark? Can you hear me?" Sophie cried.
"He can hear you," said Sophie. "He just can't do much else."
Things changed over the next few days. Mark became rigid and unresponsive, like a robot. Even the kids started to notice it.
And then Sophie noticed that Mark started to come home, in the middle of the day, and he wasn't always alone.
The first time he brought a woman home, Sophie had trouble accepting it.
"You have to understand," Sophie began.
"It's been thousands of years since you had sex! I get it! By why Mark?" Sophie cried.
"He is considered very attractive."
And so Sophie was forced to endure, day after day, as Mark brought women into the bedroom. Sometimes she would hear squeals of delight through the door, and the creaking of bedsprings. The thought of Mark making love to other women nearly broke her heart.
But more concerning was Mark himself. He was like another person. Would that happen to her as well? Would some dominant excrement force itself inside her asshole and take over her mind?
One day a new courier arrived. Sophie raced to the bathroom after the courier left, to protect Mark, but Mark got there first. She saw him lower his pants and sit down on the toilet. First Mark evacuated some of the excrement within him. Nowadays, Mark and Sophie had to endure nearly full loads, as the Havariti within them grew in size.
Then, after emptying room within his bowels, some of the excrement from the toilet jumped into Mark's ass crack. He immediately started blinking rapidly, even as he stood up and raised his pants.
"We are to spread to the children," said Mark.
"Becky and Rod? No, Mark!" said Sophie.
"You will see to it," said Mark, and he left.
"There's no way I'm going to spread this to the kids. No way," said Sophie. She felt within her bowels. She felt some excrement there, but the pressure was bearable.
At dinner that night, Sophie saw that she was being forced to eat and eat and eat. She knew what was being done to her even as she tried unsuccessfully to stop it. But she couldn't control it; her fork hand kept moving, putting food in her mouth.
"Come on!" she cried, squeezing her bowels. "Come!"
"Nothing will come out, Sophie," said Sophie. "Nothing, until you use the kids' bathroom."
"No," Sophie sobbed. She fell to the floor, grasping her belly. "It hurts!" She felt the pain growing within her. She tried to squeeze it out, right then and there, on the floor of the bathroom, but nothing would emerge. She felt like her belly was about to burst.
Crying tears, she staggered along the hallway, her pants at her ankles, as she came to Rod's bathroom.
"No," she cried, as she sat on his toilet. Immediately, without effort, several lumps of excrement emerged.
Sophie immediately felt some relief. But she still felt intense pressure. She tried to squeeze more, but she couldn't. She reached for the handle to the toilet, but felt the familiar sharp pain.
The cramps returned with a vengeance. With her pants still around her ankles, she staggered to Becky's toilet, and gave into the inevitable.
********
Sophie made sure to be home when first Becky and then Rod came home from school. She had tried to write them a note to warn them, but her hand had cramped up in pain even before she had written the first word. When they came home, they must have seen the worry in her eyes, but they just laughed and said hello. Sophie tried to speak, but the words died in her throat. She watched as first Becky and then Rod went into their respective bathrooms.
It seemed like they were there for a long time. When they came out, they were clearly different.
"Mom," said Becky, her pants and silver panties around her ankles. "I have a... a...."
"I know, dear," said Sophie, rushing to give her a hug. "I'm so sorry."
"It calls itself Velmira Soritooouri, a highly respected artist. But it's also shit, Mom. I don't fully understand it, but it had control over my body," said Becky.
Sophie hugged her daughter tightly, incidentally getting a small urine stain on her pants from Becky's leaky genitals. Over Becky's shoulder, she saw Rod come out of his bathroom. His face was blank.
Oh no.
"This body is very young and virile," said Rod, as if he had never been alive before. He flexed his arms experimentally. Then he looked at Becky. "You are female."
"Yes," said Becky.
"It has been a long time since I have been with a female."
"Too long," said Becky, the other Becky.
"No," Sophie cried. But she was powerless to move as her 17 year old twins went into Rod's bedroom and closed the door. In moments she started to hear the squeaks of bedsprings and moans.
"Very good," said Mark, suddenly appearing at her side. He had come so silently that Sophie almost jumped. "Next we must take your family."
"My family?"
"Invite them all. Your parents. Your brothers. Their wives and children."
"Mark, no," said Sophie.
"And then the following week we will invite my family," said Mark, as if he hadn't heard her. He turned away.
There was no way Sophie was going to invite her family over to be controlled by these creatures. That's what she told herself, even as, not five minutes later, she was talking to her mother on the comm.
"-no special reason, Mom. I just miss you and Dad. And Mark and the kids would love to see you."
Sophie found herself calling her entire family, and imploring them, begging them to come over for a big turkey lunch this coming Saturday.
As she spent a full day preparing, making sure an enormous amount of food would be available, she noticed what Mark and the kids were doing. They were making deposits in all three toilets. Making deposits, but not flushing.
Sophie went to look in one of the toilets. To her relief, she found it empty.
"We're a little smarter than that," Sophie said. And even as she spoke, she saw a chunk of excrement slide into the bowl, wiggle a bit, and then slide back up into the pipe.
They had thought of everything.
genda.
After they had stuffed themselves, they sat in the living room and talked. Sophie watched with her eyes as she saw who went up to use the bathroom. First her mother! It was too painful to think about. Her mother returned, walking stiffly. She looked into Sophie's eyes. She knew.
Her father was next. When he returned, he had tears in his eyes. He must have tried to fight it.
Sophie's brother Waldon went next. Her heart sank as she saw more and more of her extended family using the bathrooms, each time coming back with something a little extra. They squatted over the toilet as free men and women, but when they raised their panties, they were slaves to their new master within.
By the time the afternoon was waning, only Sophie's other brother Nick and his two kids hadn't yet used the bathrooms. They got up and said it was time to go. Sophie heard herself begging them to stay a little while longer. Nick looked at her oddly and said no, it was time to go.
It was with tremendous satisfaction when Sophie watched them leave. At least they hadn't gotten Nick and his kids.
"But we did get his wife Susan," said Sophie, as if she were sensing her own thoughts. "And once dear Susan has processed some more solid waste, she will share the results with your wonderful brother Nick and his children."
Sophie felt crushed. She had set out to protect her husband and children, and now had infected everyone, even her parents and extended family. She was truly under total alien control, and she could see that the way things were going, the entire human race would be subjugated before long.
********
Major Arden and Dunlop 4 were at a sewage treatment plant in Bend, Oregon. On Dunlop 4's advice, they had been monitoring productivity reports from sewage treatment plants around the world, and the one in Bend, Oregon, had mysteriously stopped functioning several days ago. The plant reported technical problems which should soon be repaired, but Arden was suspicious enough to check it out.
"I hate having to travel so much," said Arden, chatting with Dunlop on the stratoliner as they headed to Oregon. "My husband Gavin travels a lot, and between our schedules, I barely see him."
"I know what it is like to miss someone you love," said Dunlop 4, looking out the window.
"I thought you weren't married?" said Sam.
"I was not. But the original Dunlop was. I have his memories. Her name was Sirena," Dunlop 4 smiled, which was rare, for him. "She had beautiful golden hair, and a wonderful smile. Her voice was soft like the breeze."
"What was she like?" Sam asked.
"It has been so long," said Dunlop 4, straining to remember. But then he looked at Sam and smiled. "But I think, perhaps, she may have been a little like you, Major Arden."
Sam blushed.
"I have embarrassed you. I am sorry," said Dunlop 4.
"No, you haven't," said Sam. She put her hand over Dunlop 4's. "I guess it's just an odd thing, having someone else's memories in your head."
"They don't feel like someone else's memories," said Dunlop. "They feel very real to me. As real as you." And he squeezed her hand.
********
When they landed, they took an air car to the Bend Sewage Treatment Plant. The director, a short, balding man named Mr. Acheson, welcomed them, but insisted there was no serious problem. "Our technicians are looking at it right now. We should be up and running in a day or two."
"Would you mind if we took a look for ourselves?" Sam asked.
Acheson shrugged. "If you wish."
Sam and Dunlop 4 walked around the maze of catwalks above the storage vats. The stench of excrement was very strong but no one working there seemed to notice or complain. A worker walked by them and politely said hello. Sam and Dunlop exchanged knowing looks.
They each reached out, Sam with her ESPer powers, and Dunlop with whatever innate powers he had been given, reaching out, feeling, sensing.... and then they both quickly looked at each other in complete horror.
The others must have sensed their probing, someone, because they heard someone shout, "Get them!" and all the employees converged on them.
Sam and Dunlop were lucky; they were in the middle of a narrow catwalk, and people could only approach them from two sides of the same narrow walkway. They stood back to back with each other, Sam with her Survey Service standard issue blaster, and Dunlop with his weapon, which looked like some kind of blaster rifle.
And then they started blasting away as they were charged. One employee after another charged them, totally undiscouraged by the growing pile of coworkers slumped on the ground. They were trying to overwhelm them with numbers.
But because of the narrowness of the catwalks, they had chosen the wrong place to make their attack. Sam and Dunlop continued to blast away. Within moments, there were two huge piles of stunned employees on the ground.
Suddenly, they grabbed the railings as the catwalk shook around them. They heard an animal like roar and saw, in the vat directly below them, a large, black mass. It was swirling, faster and faster. And then it launched a wave of black goo at them. Sam and Dunlop separated, avoiding being hit.
The black goo roared again, loudly, chilling Sam to the bone. It swirled again, and launched another mass. Sam hit the floor of the catwalk, but felt a few droplets of black in her hair.
And then Dunlop 4 fired his weapon. A long, sustained burst.
The creature howled again. Sam got up, and looked down.
Part of the creature was hardening. More and more of it, even as Dunlop continued to fire a continuous beam. Within moments the surface was frozen, and the creature stopped moving.
"What... what did you hit it with?" Sam asked, as she tentatively wiped the droplets of self aware shit off her hair.
"A cold ray."
Sam looked at his rifle. "I thought this was some kind of blaster rifle."
"It can be. It can also be many other things. When I neutralized the baby bomb in the womb of your Vice President, it was a neutronic oscillator. "
"There are no controls on it, how does it work?"
Dunlop smiled. "It is controlled by thought."
"Of course," Sam smiled. She heard footsteps approaching in the distance, and tugged at Dunlop's sleeve.
********
Local troops from the World Government cordoned off the plant, and soon after, the entire town of Bend, Oregon, until specialists from the Survey Service could arrive. And then a brigade went through the town, taking in every citizen (by force, if required--and quite often it was), and subjecting them each to a thorough examination, which always concluded with a mandatory enema.
Doctor Janice Whistler, who was supervising the decontamination, had converted one of the water trucks into a giant enema machine. Sam watched as 30 townspeople were stripped naked against their will and forced to lie belly down on the ground by Survey Service Military Police, while medical technicians forced tubes into their ass. Each one received a double enema, which Sam and Dunlop 4 verified was sufficient to purge them of their Havariti infestation. As for the self-aware excrement that was being extracted, Dunlop 4 said it could be destroyed with any natural laxative. So it was all put into a large tank which was filled with prune juice. 24 hours later, the self-aware excrement was destroyed.
********
General Henderson listened to their report. "Good work, people. So has this threat been eliminated?"
"Almost certainly not, General," said Dunlop 4. "Each of your sewage treatment facilities must be examined. Some of them are certainly the focal point for other masses of Havariti."
"General, the people we rescued are telling us fantastic stories," said Sam. "These creatures claim to be the discarded offspring of the very first form of life in the galaxy. They claim that they were natural offspring, until their parents decided to discard them, and turned them into excrement. Is that true, Dunlop 4?"
"I do not know the truth about the origin of the Havariti," said Dunlop 4. "Their creation predated me, and indeed, even predated the Stellar Union. But I can tell you that whatev
er their origins, they are parasites. If you allow yourself to have sympathy for them, they will control you, just as they controlled the people of Bend, Oregon."
********
Survey Service Major Samantha Arden sighed as she entered the apartment she shared with Gavin Wells in McLean, Virginia. It had been a long and tiring day. She went straight to the bathroom and undid the clasp on her military skirt, and then pulled down her silky standard issue Survey Service women's' panties until they were hugging her ankles. She sighed as she sat on the toilet and spread her asshole wide.
Her eyes grew as wide as her asshole as something unexpected surged into her body.
"Oh no," said Sam, as she felt the unexpected warmth thrusting between her asscheeks. It was like her asshole was being violated. Suddenly her body stiffened. She looked down at her body with sudden admiration.
"What a lovely body I have," Sam said, smiling down at her thighs and exposed vagina. She started to rub her hands over her luscious legs.
"What's going on here?" Sam asked.
"I think you know," said Sam, rubbing one hand deeply in the curls of her pubic hair, which, unlike the blonde hair on top, was quite dark in color..
"My name is Padilla Mirasouta," said Sam, still rubbing a hand through her pubes. "We have spent some time looking for you, Samantha Arden. Do you know how many outlets there are for toilets just in your building alone?"
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
"Why you, of course," said Sam. She started to rub her nether lips. "These are marvelously soft, Samantha Arden. How do you resist playing with them all the time?"
"Never mind that," said Sam. "You're never going to get away with this. I won't do anything you ask"
"You mean you won't do this?" Sam asked, slowly starting to rub her clit with her left hand. Despite herself, Sam started to moan. "Or this?" she added, inserting the index finger of her right hand deep inside her vagina.
Things might have gone farther if she hadn't heard a voice say, "Sam? Are you home?"
"Coming, dear," Sam heard herself say.