Had a problem with one of my USBs and a few files got corrupted. I'm looking for copies of Spermice 1 and 2. I checked the old threads here and the links no longer work. Preemptive thanks to anyone who can help.

WARNING, DISCLAIMER, and other assorted JUNK- This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblance to any person, thing, or institution living or dead is strictly coincidental. If there is a resemblance, then buddy, you have more problems than I do. HEY! This story contains a wide variety of stuff- voyeurism, body inflation, impregnation, masturbation, aliens, and any of a number of others. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading. If you find these topics offensive, read no further. If this kind of thing is just up your alley, read on, then seek professional help (grin). Feel free to point out what I missed. Consider this my first attempt at such a story.
-symbiote










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Launching over the next hill, Rick punched the clutch, and his bike screamed!
"This rocks!" he shouted, referring of course to racing the trails, in the dark, with nobody to tell him to slow down. He rounded another corner, dug in, and blazed down the trail.
Rick loved this time, alone, away from school, his parents, even his friends. 15 years old, and never been fucked. That stung. So, he spent his time out here, alone, with the trees, the owls, the trails, the star-filled sky...
...the enormous falling fireball...
"What the fu-?!" was all he got out before the enormous ball of flame smashed into the trees off to his left. The concussive blast sent him flying into a speeding tree. It stopped. Suddenly. He blacked out.

Hours later, his eyes snapped open. His head pounded like a firecracker, and after a few seconds of fumbling, he removed his helmet.
It had an enormous dent the size of a... a... well, the size of a speeding tree in it.
"Glad I was wearing protection," he thought, as he stumbled off to the left to see what had crashed. What he found was a crater, and in the center, still steaming, was a big black rock. As it pulsated, he found himself drawn towards it.
He slid down into the crater, and was soon standing before the large, pulsating rock. It seemed to sense his presence, and seemed to bulge towards him. He began to reach for it when it cracked open, oozing a white goo all over itself. Thinking, he reached out with his helmet.
It responded by lunging onto his helmet, and quickly slid onto his hand. He freaked, of course, swinging his arm about wildly.
"Get it off, get it off of me!" he shouted to nobody, as nobody was around. It began to slide up his arm, past his elbow, towards his shoulder. "Oh shit, it's gonna eat my brain!" she shouted, clambering out of the crater and flailing his arms about wildly.
It reached his shoulder, but rather than moving upwards towards his head, the white ooze started quickly sliding downwards, towards his... well, towards his OTHER head. It slipped into his pants, down his boxers, and in the next second, he felt it opening his glans. Grasping his scrotum, he screamed.
And passed out again.

When he regained consciousness, he was in his bedroom- confused, still a little dizzy, but otherwise ok. Did that actually happen? He stood slowly, reaching for his forehead, and stumbled towards the bathroom.
As he walked past the window, he glanced across the way. What he saw nearly made him pass out again, as the blood rushed from his head to... well, his OTHER head.
Peggy McArthy, the head cheerleader, lying on her bed, nude. He stood amazed, staring at her gorgeous figure. The platinum-blonde hair. The pert, pink nipples on her perky, if a little small, breasts. Her trim, athletic waistline. As his eyes slid down her frame, he noticed that her bush was a markedly different color than her hair. Either she bleached her hair, or she had a habit of fucking chocolate sauce. In short, he was enraptured. He felt his pants getting tighter, but ignored the sensation to watch her.
She turned her head, and he thought for a second that she saw him. His mind screamed for him to hide, but his hormones told his mind to go blow a goat. His body, in confusion, stayed put.
In the next second, her left hand slid slowly up her side, coming to a stop just outside her left breast. Pointing with one finger, she began to draw a circle around her little nipple. Smaller and smaller the circle went, until she stopped with a *pinch* on her nipple. Rick moaned, and felt the pressure in his pants become unbearable. He reached down to unzip his pants while watching her all the more.
He almost saw her smile when her right hand traced a line down her tummy past her bellybutton and into the black quagmire of her snatch. She knew exactly what she was doing, and knew what it was doing to her voyeur across the way. Electrified, she fingered her clit, and Rick could almost hear the gentle moan escape her lips. She bucked her hips into her pressing finger, and Rick felt his boxers pressing tight now. In more than a little pain, he looked down.
His testicles were bulged out in his boxers like twin softballs, and as he watched, they continued to expand. He reached down and rubbed his hand across one of the stretching globes. "Ohmyfuckinggo-!" he moaned as the pleasure brought him to his knees. In a rush, he pulled his boxers off.
RELEASE! His crotch seemed to scream, and in confusion, he looked up and out the window again. Peggy was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh man, no!" he whined, beginning to pump on his stiff member, almost unconsciously. His face was scrunched in consternation, until Peggy returned to his view. He held his breath, waiting for her to spot him staring at her.
If she noticed, she didn't seem to care, as she slid back onto her mattress. He breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to his pumping. He couldn't believe he was doing this! RELEASE! His testicles groaned again, and he looked back down at them.
They had stretched to the size of volleyballs, and he could see the bloated veins in them trying futily to hold back further growth.
"If I don't do something, I'm gonna burst!" he groaned, looking back out the window. Peggy was rubbing lotion over her still nude frame, making her body seem to glow in the light. Just then, he felt the pressure in his prick beginning to spread his fingers apart. Looking down, he saw a lump forming behind his fingers, the way a cartoon hose forms a bubble before...
"Oh shit, this is gonna hurt."
He released his grip on his dick, and immediately was blasted across the room, leaving a trail of white cum across the floor. Amazed, he watched his member flop around wildly, spraying cum all over the room. It was minutes more before the flow slowed, first to a gush, then to a pour, a trickle, and finally it stopped altogether.
He wasn't watching it stop however, as his eyes were on the enormous puddle of goo in front of him. Slowly, it started to coalesce into little beads no bigger than a marble. They began to elongate, and gained a tail. Finally, each of about 300 little sperm-like globs grew four stubby little legs. In the next instant, they had all scurried out under his bedroom door. In a panic, he stood up to follow, but stopped short as he reached the window again. There, down on the lawn, were the little sperm-creatures. Most of them turned and scurried off into the darkness, but about ten turned instead towards the basement window that Peggy called her bedroom.
The window was open, and the little creatures dove headlong inside. Peggy didn't notice, as she was flat on her back, legs spread wide apart, fingering herself furiously. You could see her skin glisten in the light, and she bit her lower lip to keep her excitement quiet.
Rick noticed the first of the spermice climb up onto her bed. It crept up on stiff little spermmouse legs, closer and closer to her wide-spread pussy. As it slipped inside, her eyes got big suddenly, and she sat up. The other nine spermice were nowhere to be seen.
She looked around her room wildly, confused. She began to stand, but then fell back on the bed, clutching her sides and groaning loud enough for Rick to hear. She put her legs up on her bed, and pushed herself up towards the headboard. As she did, she began to buck her hips as if screwing the air. Both of her hands moved up to her breasts, and she began to knead furiously. Whatever was happening to her, she seemed to be enjoying it. Between the kneading and the bucking, Rick almost didn't notice her middle begin to swell.
It started as a little knot, an almost unnoticeable bulge just under her navel. Then it began to push outwards, as a water balloon pushes outwards in all directions. Within a few seconds, she looked about four months pregnant. Still she continued to buck, her pleasure obvious. Her second moan was more extreme, causing her hips to thrust upwards more than a foot off her bed. Her hands moved from her tits to her belly, rubbing both hands in circles around her expanding waist. She now looked about five months pregnant, and the growth began to quicken. Six months, Seven, Eight, Nine, more than that flashed by in a matter of seconds. Her belly now looked like it contained an extra-large beachball, her stretched skin pulsating with the veins in her tummy.
"Oh God," he could hear her shout, "Fill me! Fill me so full I burst! Oh God, I need more!" Soon her abdomen stood out from her frame nearly three feet. With a shudder, it stopped swelling, causing her to flop her ass back onto the bed, her middle aquiver. She sat there for a minute, uncertain of what to expect next.
"Oh." she said, confused. "Oh!" she repeated, this time worried. "Holy Shit!" she shouted, pressing her hands against her taut belly. A gurgle erupted in her throat, followed by a moan, followed by a high-pitched scream. At the same time, her crotch erupted in a wave of black fluid. The fluid splashed the bed, then over the side and onto the floor. As it flowed, her distended middle began to contract. Soon, her tummy was that of a nine-month pregnant woman again, and as the fluid continued to pour out of her, it began to conform to the shape of a baby inside of her. Within a few seconds, Rick could make out the shape of a leg, then both, the rear end, more! She looked like a large vacuum-sealed baggie.
Her stomach lurched, and the baby inside began to slide out of her hips. Soon, the perfect shape of a bouncing baby lay between her legs. Her abdomen appeared as it was before- no stretchmarks, no flab. Peggy sat up, her face pale. The baby looked up at her, lovingly. Then it began to wail. Oddly, Rick could not hear the cry; only see that it appeared to be crying.
Peggy heard it though. She lunged back onto her bed, grabbing her chest again. She bit her lip again, moaning pleasurably. Her little A cup tits began to swell in her fingers. They swelled so fast, her fingers spread apart until she had to move her hands to keep her fingers from spreading too far. They stopped at a decent DD cup. Without another word, she reached down and picked up the little baby. It clamped on, and began to suck happily.
"What I would do to be that baby," mused Rick, enthralled by the sights. Her right tit began to shrink rapidly as the child drank, while her left started to spray the ceiling of her room. She switched sides, and then it was the right tit swelling and the left shrinking. She turned her head, looking right at Rick, as if to ask, "How?!"
Rick began to stroke his tortured member again, and felt the ever-familiar growth in his balls. At that same time, he saw two little spermice crawl up onto the bed and race between Peggy's still widespread legs.
<HEY! Gimme a buzz if you wanna hear more!>

Spermice II (revised 1.18.01): First Wave
by Symbiote
WARNING: Blah blah read this and your head will explode. Think about that...


It was a clear night, a bit cold maybe, when the invasion began. No human alive knew how it started save one, and even he was confused on the issue. Suffice it to say, the invasion started. Its first victim had already been claimed, and then claimed again. And for one confused human, his hardest night had only just begun, for he had to chase his 'issue'. This is not his story, and he will only play a minor role. This story is about the three-hundred or so little sperm-shaped creatures that were running down the street on half-inch stubby legs. It is the story of their victories, and their victims vanquished.
It is the story of a party.
The night was great for Maria Rodriguez, a brand-new sixteen-year-old I-can-drive-cuz-I-just-got-my-license teen. Okay, so her parents thought it would be 'nice' if she had a birthday party, and thought it would be 'cute' to embarrass her in front of her friends, but hey, it was still great. SHE had a license. And she had a car to go with it- a present from her father. And after her parents had finally decided to leave her alone, even the party was great. A backyard slumber party, complete with hot tub, sleeping bags, and loud music. For Maria, life was great.
For Lucy Rodriguez, a brand-new sixteen-year-old She-must-have-cheated-I-deserve-that-freaking-car teen, life sucked. Her twin sister was getting all the attention, both from their parents and the majority of the friends present at the party. She sat cross-armed in the hot tub, watching her friends, her BEST-FREAKING-FRIENDS, abandon her for her sister's shiny new key.
Well, fine then. She'd just sit here in the water and sulk. HAH! Eat that, sister! Lucy sighed. She couldn't even get guilt right! She took a deep breath, and then plunged under the surface of the water. And just as she ducked under the water, two little spermice scurried across the deck and into her panties.
Meanwhile, Maria sat in the front seat of her car, making vroom sounds. Her sister's friend Sheya was in the back seat, and her best friend Bea was leaning in through the window. "You know, Maria, you don't need to pretend any more. Put the key in the ignition!" Bea said, pointing.
"Back seat is roomy!" Sheya stated, leaning back and putting her feet on the roof. "You say your dad got you this car?"
Maria turned, "Shey, get your feet off my roof or get your ass outta my car!" and then turned back to Bea, "Dad won't even let me start it until I get put on their insurance. Sucks, huh?"
Sheya sat up dejectedly, then opened the back door. "Hey, where's Lucy?" she asked as she clambered out and moved slowly back around the house.
Bea looked back at her, then whispered to Maria, "Figures that slut would be checking out backseat sizes. I'm surprised she isn't pregnant already!"
Maria giggled. "I know! Why Lucy even talks to her, I don't know!"

Elsewhere, three of the other guests were busy unrolling their sleeping bags. Randi, the quiet one of Maria's friends, was leading the conversation. "...so anyway, Travis asked Laura Gedding to the dance this Friday, and the little bitch said yes!" Mutual gasps from Gail and Doreen, the first a friend of Lucy's and a little outspoken, the later a mutual friend who somehow managed to see the good parts of both sisters, were heard, followed by a unanimous No!.
"Doesn't she know that you were trying...?" asked Doreen.
Gail cut her off, "She's such a dick-tease! Oh well, Randi. If he prefers her over you, you're probably better off."
"Oh, hell! Zipper's stuck!" interrupted Doreen, ruining the girl-moment as the three tried to undo the zipper. She was in her bag already, and couldn't get out. After several tries, Doreen managed to slide out of her bag, barely. She kicked her backpack. And then noticed that Gail didn't have one. "Didn't you bring pjs?" she asked, a little worried.
"Who needs 'em? I sleep nude." came the quick reply.
And so goes the night.

Surprisingly, the chaos that was about to explode started not from these girls outside, but from inside the house, where Mrs. Rodriguez was about to start frosting a birthday-cake-for two. She reached for the white frosting, and was startled when the blob on the end of the cake piping jumped onto her hand. She screamed, tossed the frosting, and jumped onto the nearest chair. The little frosting blob began jumping up and down on stubby little legs. It almost jumped high enough.
Mr. Rodriguez came into the room, and thinking it a mouse, grabbed a broom and smashed downward onto it. It splattered into a mess on the floor.
"What... what was that?!" Mrs. Rodriguez cried out, trying to get as far away from it as she possibly could by climbing up the back of the chair.
"I- I don't know," was all he could reply. He bent down to get a closer look, then hmmmm'd. "It just looks like frosting to me," he said with his heavy accent.
"Frosting does NOT JUMP!" she screamed at him, bending down a little to see for herself.
Unfortunately for her, bending down put her hienie in a prime position for the spermouse preparing to pounce off the nearby pantry shelf. It did, and connected squarely with her pants, then slid deftly between her cheeks. It knew where it was going. And as soon as it got there, Mrs. Rodriguez screamed again and fell from the chair, kicking Mr. Rodriguez on her way down. "Aye!" she screamed! "Help!"
As her rear-end hit the floor, another interesting thing happened. The spermouse splattered on the floor suddenly oozed itself back together and shot like a rocket towards her. It connected in less than a second. And Mr. Rodriguez saw the whole thing. He stood, perplexed, as his wife's hips arched backwards against their own will and accepted the white critter with open... erm... lips. For some reason, his wife had been wearing crotchless panties! In the next instant, her hand began to claw at the same panties, trying uselessly to grab whatever it was that just invaded her so. She looked up at him in horror mixed with an odd pleasure. "The girls..." she said, just before the first wave of intense pleasure rippled through her lower abdomen.
Bea was in a most conspicuous position, leaning into the car the way she was. She had no idea what was about to happen to her, as three of the spermice raced up the inside of her pantleg. The first one was digging a trail, and the other two were providing the push needed to get past the really tight spots near her ass. Bea screamed, tried to stand upright, and hit her head on the top of the car door. For her, the world went black. Maria screamed right after Bea did, not knowing why quite yet.
"Bea?" she called out. "BEA?!" she repeated, leaning out her window. Bea was slumped forward, her back up against the side of the garage. When she let out a low groan, Maria nearly opened the door. Then, abruptly, Bea began to sit upright. After only a few seconds, Bea was sitting up against the wall, moaning even in her unconscious state. It took a few seconds for her to realize why. Bea was sitting upright because her abdomen had pushed her to that position, expanding rapidly now, trying to bury her knees. Maria gasped in shock, went to open the car door, and got splashed with a white blob falling from the roof of the garage. She looked down at her hand, disgusted, then up at the roof, and gasped. At that exact moment, one of the spermice jumped off of the roof and, although not perfectly, fell into her open mouth. She sputtered to spit it out, but by then it had already slid down her throat.
Plat! Plat! She looked out her window to see splattered spermice on her windshield, and thinking quickly, she rolled up her window. Within seconds, it was like a rainstorm of spermice, and her windshield quickly became stark white. She turned on her wipers, clearing the way for a second before once again surging with white. What's more, the blobs were becoming solid, turning back into squirmy little spermice that seemed to be trying to get in for her. She felt a wave of dizziness come over her, and her attention went back to her hand. It was now clean and devoid of the whiteness.
Where had it gone? As her now cloudy mind began to lose functionality, she felt where. It had slid under her miniskirt and somehow gotten through her high-waisted cotton panties, and had gone 'home'. She reached down at her navel, and oddly, she smiled. For a second, one could see the color of her eyes disappear, leaving just white and black.
Back inside the house, Mrs. Rodriguez bit her lip and began to rock forward and back on her ass, moaning words that made even her Spaniard husband blush. She groaned and pulled her knees in, exposing herself for him to see in full glory. Her athletic abs that she fought so hard to attain after having twins made a rather grotesque rippling effect as her taut tummy began to bloat outwards, like a bubble surging forward in little gusts. Her hubby went over the edge. Her creamy skin stretched so beautifully, such a stark contrast against his own dark hands, he remembered the last time he saw her this way- sixteen years ago. She stiffened for a second when he touched her belly, but then leaned into his hands, her inhibitions gone. In response, he stiffened right back at her. Her hands went from her already-nine-months-full belly to his pants, pulling the zipper and then his pants down in one swift movement. And speaking of zippers...
Doreen fought against the zipper again, managing finally to bring it open. She dropped it to the floor of the tent and began to undress. Meanwhile, Gail had already denuded herself and was in her sleeping bag. Randi was busy trying on her nightclothes. Three spermice found this opportunity to enter Doreen's bag. On a dare, Doreen had chosen to sleep nude, as Gail usually did, and sidled into her bag with a zip! Within seconds of each other, the three were attacked.
For Doreen, there was no escape, for the three were essentially put right into her lap. For Gail, she had a split-second chance to close her bag after the first one ran past her, which she promptly did. By now, all three were screaming. Neither of those two were screaming about the fact that they were about to get impregnated. They were watching Randi.
Randi was sitting on top of her sleeping bag, one leg in her pajamas and one leg out, when a steady stream of spermice began shooting up through the open hole of the leg she had on. Literally twenty of these creatures shot up her leg, and despite her efforts to beat them off, more than half managed to get to the top of her pants. In rapid fire succession they leapt into the teen, and more would have joined them, except that Randi swept them away with one hand. When they surged back a few seconds later, they did something unexpected. They surged into her open hips, completely filling her like no man ever could, then turned and surged right back out! In a last-second rational thought, Randi decided that they only had a limited time to enter after one already had, or the window would close up. That thought, her next thought was purely sexual.
Doreen rolled violently in her bag as the three scratched at her snatch with little pointed legs, trying to find the opening. They popped into her one after another, feeling each one wriggle up through her pussy, past her cervix, and into her womb. One after another they entered, and after each one, she struggled a little less. They settled into her womb, clasped a hold of its soft walls, and began to swell. Quickly.
By the time Doreen realized that her middle was moving and that her zipper was stuck again, her belly had already filled up the available space in the sleeping bag. She screamed out in pleasure, feeling the downy bag touch her belly on all sides and press into her. She orgasmed for the first time in her life, and it was a doozy! As the fabric of the bag held her tight, she knew it would not last much longer. Something would have to give, and given its track record, it wasn't likely to be the zipper!
Gail grasped and groped for the little critter as it worked it's way down her ample cleavage, around her back, back up and over her shoulder, finally straight down into her recently shaved mound. As it entered, her fingers followed, and for a second, she was sure she had won, for at the tips of her fingers was the tail of the beast! When her thumb accidentally (Freud would say otherwise) rubbed her clit, she bucked her hips, securing the spermouse into her body. Oddly, the tail of the thing wrapped itself around her finger, and when she tried to pull, she found that her hand was held fast. Literally, she was holding herself shut!
When her middle began to swell, she groaned, trying to sit up. The wiry little tail that wrapped around her finger began to force her hand across her clit, and Gail let out a scream that would make a porn star proud. The position she was in was rather awkward, with her hunched forward and her belly surging against it, but didn't seem to care by then. Her other hand reached down to join the first, hugging her belly between her elbows and fingering herself into a fury!
Randi sat bolt upright, even got to her feet before the growth really began, which merely meant that when it did, she fell face first into Gail's ballooning belly. In seconds, her own had surpassed Gail's threefold, stretching the cloth of her nightshirt to the limits. One button popped off somewhat painfully, then another and another as her belly ballooned beneath her. In her sexual height, she began to kiss and lick Gail's belly, who responded by leaning over and rubbing her head on the other's vast midsection.
By now, Mr. Rodriguez was exposed, and in one quick motion he impaled his wife, who now looked as pregnant as she had ever looked, twice over. He leaned against her belly, feeling it stretch beneath his cheek, hearing the gurgling sounds of what was going on inside churning. He pushed with hormonal fury, pushing himself deeper, deeper than he ever thought possible. Then something grabbed him. From the inside.
In a swift, somewhat awkward motion, Mrs. Rodriguez's hips opened up like a snake's jaws, and Mr. Rodriguez saw gleaming white tendrils wrapped around his penis. More of these tendrils lashed out and grabbed his hips, then spun him around. Before he could even scream, his hind end was dragged into his pleasure-wracked wife, and he bent forward under the pressure. Even now, the tendrils around his member began to slide into his glans, making him go cross-eyed with feeling. Mr. Rodriguez was pulled bodily into his wife, and he didn't even try to resist- in fact, his sexual height made him wriggle in faster!
In the next moment, Mrs. Rodriguez's hips snapped shut and back to normal, leaving her belly big enough for him to sit comfortably without touching the sides anywhere. Inside, Mr. Rodriguez felt tingles and saw lights through a whitish goo all around him, and knew in an instant that he was being changed...
Lucy emerged from the center of the hot tub to hear screams coming from all over the lot. The tent over by the fence was moving around fiercely, and even seemed to be bulging in the middle? She could hear her mother screaming out in what she knew was one of her self-proclaimed 'Earth-shattering orgasms', and the sound of Maria's car horn came from around the corner. She stood up, looking around. And at that moment, Sheya rounded the corner, fast. Behind her, a surge of what seemed like white water at first, except a little less fluid.
She tripped at the top of the steps. The African American girl screamed as she rolled over and backpedaled onto the deck, the wave of white overtaking her there. Lucy watched as the white seemed to focus on Sheya's hips, and her jaw dropped when her hips seemed to slacken. The white began to surge into her, so fast, so intensely that her belly ballooned outwards in waves. Her hips seemed to open more than a foot wide to let them in so fast, and in a second, her belly was four feet across and bubbling bigger. In response to this onslaught, Sheya began rubbing her chocolate-brown belly gone shiny and kicking her legs wildly.
Lucy was about to cry out when one of the spermice jumped for her in the hot tub. It fell short. When it touched the water, it instantly inflated to the size of a medium beachball and turned an ugly brownish color. Lucy slapped at it and found it felt like a very thin balloon. She grabbed it and tossed it off the deck. Two more spermice jumped into the hot water and twice more they expanded into brownish balloons. Lucy poked at one, and it popped quietly, disintegrating into nothingness almost instantly. The other one she tossed like the first. She screamed, looking back to the enormous brown belly swelling near her, hearing the car horn and the sound of the tent being torn to shreds by the swelling of three bellies, and literally feeling as her mother tried to stand up with a full-grown-man in her tummy. And as the remaining spermice began to circle around the hot tub, the heat pump sputtered and went out...

Wish there'd be a continuation to these.