Tmkoc Sex Stories Bonus: The Hospital Infection
Bonus: The Hospital Infection
"I couldn't save that girl... Hehehe..."Alone in her room, the words escaped Alessia's lips once more, but this time her voice was entirely devoid of any trace of warmth or the heavy sorrow of a physician.
(Trrrk...)
Instead, as the disturbing smile widened across her face, an unnatural movement beneath her skin caused her jaw to tighten.
(Ssssslh)
And thereupon, slowly from her ear canal, there emerged the wet and twisted head of the very same biological entity that, hours earlier, had matured and consumed from within Fiona, the university student.
"I couldn't save that girl..."
That being was an anomaly that defied all scientific classification—an invasive organism whose sole purpose was the absolute subjugation of human anatomy.
(Ssslh...)
By parasitizing the doctor's brain, the creature had gained instant access to her neural network, devouring her memories, knowledge, and the logical structure of her thoughts.
"—I couldn't save that girl..."
Thanks to that and through a cold analysis, the entity had deduced that if the true Alessia Cross had retained her sanity after such a tragedy, the remorse over losing Fiona would have shattered her mind.
"...."
Therefore, mimicking the cognitive patterns of its host, the parasite utilized her vocal cords to repeat the exact same phrase as a mantra of camouflage.
(Sssssshl~)
However, despite its overwhelming capacity to process information and predict logical reactions, the entity was, in its purest essence, an insect.
"Open the flesh to check the heartbeat everything is under control take a deep breath..."
Because of that, it completely lacked the faculty to comprehend human emotions, empathy, or social context.
(Zzzshl)
To the parasite, feelings were merely variables of a foreign system.
"The reason can wait. First, let's save this life."
And due to that disconnection, its words and actions dragged a grotesque strangeness, reproducing phrases over and over with an identical, empty cadence, trapped in the loop of a defective recording.
"... Alright."
Nonetheless, after aligning its motor functions with the new body, the creature forced Alessia to sit up from the hospital bed.
"Hospitals are places where many people gather..."
Her movements were rigid, a mechanical parody of the agility the young doctor used to possess.
"So we, too, tend to multiply."
But despite that, with her eyes fixed on the door of the isolation room and her pupils dilated into an absolute void, a new articulated thought erupted from her throat in a tone devoid of human nuance.
"Hehehe..."
Therefore, with the diagnosis of its environment completed and the instinct for expansion dictating its actions, the possessed doctor began to walk slowly toward the outside, dragging her feet with a sinister parsimony that marked the beginning of the end for the medical complex.
(Tap, tap, tap...)
But while such a thing was happening, in a parallel sector of the hospital and in absolute ignorance of the horror waking in the isolation room, the venom of the infection had already taken root in another part of the staff.
"...."
Through the corridors illuminated by the same white, sterile light walked Ruina, a young nurse with a usually vivacious gaze who was moving with an unusual distraction, dragging her feet as if carrying an invisible weight.
(Tap, tap, tap, tap...)
She had been one of the few assistants who participated in the fateful surgery of the university student, Fiona.
"..."
However, although she had managed to leave the operating room before the biological chaos sealed shut behind the doors, the impact of seeing the patient sit up with her chest wide open had left her in a state of deep daze. For since that night, a strange fog seemed to have clouded her thoughts.
"I wonder if Ruina is really doing alright..."
Naturally, upon noticing her evident disconnection from the surroundings, one of the veteran nurses on the shift observed her with clear worry as they crossed paths at the medical station.
"Well... after the nightmare she witnessed in that room, there isn't much we can do."
Beside her, another of her colleagues shrugged with a mixture of pity and resignation, replying in a muted whisper.
"Anyone would be left with psychological trauma after seeing something like that. She just needs time."
However, neither of the two nurses suspected the true nature of the anomaly that was consuming the young woman.
"I'm fine, hehe."
Thus, without even looking at the nurses who had called out to her with concern, Ruina limited herself to replying with a blank smile.
"..."
And shortly after, once the break period began and the staff dispersed toward the dining areas, Ruina withdrew to a secluded corner of the common room.
Thanks to that, upon observing her strange reaction in the common room, the rest of the workers around her reached a unanimous conclusion.
To all of them, the young woman was simply under the effects of a profound psychological shock—an understandable breakdown after having witnessed a patient suddenly wake up in the middle of a surgical procedure with her chest wide open, displaying such erratic behavior before losing her life.
Because of that, out of respect for her pain and under a false sense of empathy, those present decided to look away and leave Ruina alone, giving her the space they believed she needed.
"... Perfect."
However, reality was far from being a display of human fragility.
"We need to increase the number of our allies even further."
Ruina was no longer the master of her own body; instead, she had been successfully infected by the offspring of the original parasite—the very same biological entity that had matured and consumed the entrails of the university student, Fiona.
"—Ehehe..."
Thus, while she chewed on a piece of bread with a terrifying monotony, the gears of the creature operated at maximum capacity behind the facade of her empty eyes.
The purpose behind Ruina's actions was not to seek comfort nor to take refuge in the solitude of the cafeteria. On the contrary, that invasive organism possessed an unalterable biological directive: expansion.
That was why she had crossed the doors of the hidden hospital with the sole purpose of infiltrating the deepest strata of human society, using the medical complex as the perfect nest due to the constant influx of defenseless people.
"... I need energy."
To the parasite, every doctor, nurse, or patient in the corridors was nothing more than a potential vessel.
"And I know where to find it."
And now, hidden beneath the compassion of her own colleagues, Ruina was beginning to plan the most efficient method to increase the number of her followers, spreading the plague from the shadows of anonymity.
"Hehehe."
The method of propagation used by these invasive organisms followed a biological logic that was as strict as it was terrifying, requiring two fundamental factors to achieve a successful reproduction.
The first of these was an ideal organic vessel—a human body that would serve simultaneously as an incubator and a nest where the offspring could mature without being detected.
The second factor, and equally critical, was the supply of the immense amount of energy necessary to activate the gestation process of the larvae; for this, any large-scale energy source was valid to catalyze the division of their cells.
(Energy... We need... More... Energy...)
Consequently, that collective thought vibrated simultaneously across the biological network of the infected hosts.
"I understand."
Therefore, upon processing the scientific knowledge stored in Ruina's neural network while she continued to chew in the dining area, the parasite arrived at an immediate conclusion through a cold analysis of survival.
(That is to say... administer an electrical shock.)
What they needed to accelerate their multiplication was not biological, but physical, leading them to opt for high-voltage electricity.
"Hehe... Hehe..."
Therefore, upon reaching that conclusion, an identical, dull, and emotionless chuckle escaped simultaneously from the lips of Ruina in the cafeteria and from Doctor Alessia Cross in the isolation corridors.
The order of the hive mind had been given.
(Vessels ready... Sparks... Current... Multiply...)
Thus, utilizing the doctor's body—whose medical credentials granted her unrestricted access to any restricted area—the entity moved through the corridors with predatory caution.
"...."
Immediately after, Alessia stealthily slipped into the main operating room, guided by the sole purpose of gathering the necessary fuel for her progeny.
"Now I have to increase our numbers."
And once inside, under the dimness of the empty room, Alessia's mechanical hands began to urgently search the medical modules, seeking with precision the defibrillators and the high-discharge instruments used to treat cardiac arrests.
"... Ahaha."
Whereupon, finding them, she proceeded to turn them on at a lethal amperage.
(Tzzz... Bzzzz...)
In that manner, the sound of the static current filled the dark operating room, illuminating the face of the possessed doctor, whose smile widened upon feeling the vibration of the electricity.
"Now I have to increase our numbers."
The nest was ready, and the electrical current would be the spark to unleash the plague; therefore, without hesitating or doubting, Alessia's body proceeded to receive the discharge.
(—Bzzzz... Tzzz!—)
With movements entirely devoid of any human instinct for self-preservation, Doctor Alessia's hands lifted the defibrillator paddles, rubbing them together with a static crackle that echoed against the sterile walls, whereupon she immediately tore her medical gown, exposing the skin of her voluptuous chest.
(Light... Heat... Multiply...)
And with a mechanical force lacking any hesitation, she pressed the metal paddles directly against her breasts, adjusting the machine to the absolute limit of its power, releasing the high amperage in a millisecond.
(—Plaff... ZZZZZTTT!!—)
In that manner, the brutal electrical discharge ripped through her anatomy like a lightning bolt of pure fire, coursing through every cellular and nerve pathway.
"Ah... Ahhh...!"
The impact was so massive that Alessia's heart, unable to withstand such voltage, was instantly fried by the heat, halting in a dry and definitive biological silence.
"The... the heat... More...!"
Doctor Cross was dead.
"¡¡Nnn-ggh... Ahh... Haaah...!!"
However, instead of collapsing like an ordinary corpse, the parasite inside her brain absorbed the electrical current like the purest of fuels, utilizing it to catalyze a massive and uncontrolled cellular division within her. Meanwhile, the parasite's larvae and filaments began to multiply explosively, writhing and expanding beneath the skin of her abdomen and limbs as if her body were a sack of living threads.
(Expansion... Division... More...!)
To the parasite, that overload of energy and the sudden multiplication of its being triggered a sensory stimulation that its primitive biology processed as the highest degree of physical pleasure.
"H-higii.... O-Ooooh...!"
As a result, violent spasms shook the silhouette of the dead doctor, arching her back unnaturally over the stretcher while the muscle spasms forced her vocal cords to emit sharp, trembling gasps.
"Ah... Haaah... Hehe... Hehehe...!"
The puppet groaned in the middle of the empty operating room, her voice cracked and plunged into a constant climax of biological ecstasy that caused her eyelids to flutter and her pupils to dilate to the point of overflowing. Meanwhile, the corners of her lips stretched into a deranged smile, salivating into the cold air of the room, which entered and left her inert lungs solely through the mechanical action of the parasite.
"Hehe... ahahaha♡"
That invasive organism required neither a beating heart nor the flow of blood to operate.
"---~~~~~"
Even though the vessel was clinically dead, the parasite intertwined its own tissues and filaments with Alessia's muscle fibers, converting the corpse into a perfect biological puppet. It was fully capable of walking, talking, and simulating life with absolute control until the natural processes of organic decomposition rendered the flesh unmanageable.
"My..."
But at that moment...
"¡¿?!"
From the threshold of the door, which had slid open without making a sound, a mature, elegant voice of an overwhelming serenity cut through the dense atmosphere of erotic horror.
"May I ask what you are doing in here with so much energy, Doctor?"
The question was posed with such absolute tranquility that it completely derailed the parasite's logical circuits.
(Someone... is coming...? No... No one should...)
However, before the parasite could think, in an instant, an inexplicable pressure—heavy and suffocating like lead—flooded the space.
(Ah...! What is this?! The air... It weighs... Danger!)
At that moment, sensing biological danger for the very first time, the invasive organism experienced genuine alarm and forced the corpse to react all at once.
"¡¡Iii-ggh...?!"
As a result, Alessia's body twisted hurriedly toward the source of the voice, spinning her torso with a roughness so violent and clumsy that it completely ignored the fact that her gown remained torn wide open.
(Boing... Boing!)
This caused her exposed breasts to bounce in an exaggerated, foolish, and uncontrolled manner beneath the cold, starlight-like illumination of the operating room, creating a ridiculous and highly erotic contrast in the midst of the rigidity of death.
"Oh, dear~"
But ignoring such a thing, as her gaze focused, the dead doctor crossed paths with a female figure who defied the entire sobriety of the hospital.
"... Those are quite the large breasts you have there."
The figure was a woman of a mature, overflowing, and highly sophisticated beauty who stood perfectly still before the entrance.
"Though compared to mine, they are inferior in size."
Her face, with soft features marked by an innate training in sensuality, was framed by long, straight hair of a dazzling silver hue that fell like a cascade of liquid silk all the way down to her waist.
"But that doesn't take away from the merit of your own size."
In perfect harmony with that mystical hair, her eyes gleamed with an intense, magnetic crimson. She wore an outfit consisting of a tight knit blouse that barely managed to contain the immense opulence of her bust, which defied gravity and stretched the fabric of the garment to its absolute limit.
"... Ah, I am letting my true self slip out again." (whisper)
Over the blouse, a clean white housewife's apron accentuated the narrowness of her waist, which gave way to wide, generous hips molded to perfection by tight denim jeans that highlighted her voluptuous thighs.
"Ahem... Hehe..."
In front of Alessia, with one of her fine-fingered hands delicately placed over her mouth, the mysterious woman casually observed the dantesco scene, narrowing her crimson eyes as she smiled with a maternal yet somber sweetness.
(What is this being...? It is not... It is not a normal human!)
But despite the seemingly ordinary nature of the act, the parasite—completely overwhelmed by the newcomer's aura, and with the doctor's nervous system in utter chaos—forced the scorched vocal cords to emit a disjointed sound while her breasts still vibrated from the abrupt turn in an attempt to comprehend the situation.
"N-nn... W-Who...? Ah... Who... are you...?"
In that manner, the puppet stammered, letting a thread of saliva escape as it tried in vain to stabilize the posture of its dead vessel before that imposing woman.
"Hehe... Who am I...?"
But at the puppet's clumsy question, the mysterious woman only let out a soft and melodious laugh.
"... I."
And closing her intense crimson eyes for an instant, maintaining her relaxed attitude while responding with an astonishing naturalness, she answered...
"I am just a mother whose son is admitted here."
... smiling nonchalantly.
"I came to keep him a bit of company, that's all."
However, in response to hearing those words, thick drops of cold sweat began to bead on the dead doctor's forehead, soaking her pale face.
(Danger...! Danger...! Danger...! This being is going to destroy us...!)
Within the hive mind's neural network, the parasite continued to repeat that alarm signal in a frantic loop.
(Abandon the vessel?!)
After all, in the face of a threat of such magnitude, the primary survival instinct of any living being would inevitably override everything else.
(I can't...!)
However, the biological entity's situation was highly complex, since the high-amperage electrical discharge had been a resounding success, and its progeny had already multiplied explosively inside the dead doctor.
(... Danger... Flee... Preservation...!)
Because of this, its individual instinct to flee clashed violently against its biological mandate for the self-preservation of the species.
At that critical point, the creature could have chosen to discard Alessia's dead flesh and crawl across the floor to escape the operating room; but if it did so, the thousands of newly gestated larvae inside the corpse would not survive. Worse still, such an obvious retreat would reveal the existence of its race to that mysterious woman, exposing the other parasitized hosts in the hospital to the imminent risk of being discovered and exterminated.
"Now then..."
But at that point, oblivious to the parasite's precarious state, the silver-haired woman slowly opened her eyelids, revealing once more the crimson glow of her gaze as she elegantly lowered her hand from her face, showing a gentle yet sharp smile drawn on her lips.
"Could you tell me what exactly you were doing in this place with those devices... Doctor?"
Caught between a rock and a hard place, cornered and without a logical way out, the parasite made a drastic decision.
"Ah... Haaah...! I'm... I'm sorry...!"
It opted to use Alessia's corpse as an absolute scapegoat, sacrificing any trace of human dignity just to divert suspicion and protect the plague's secret.
(Flasff... Shhh!)
Therefore, acting in accordance, with a clumsy and spasmodic movement, the doctor let herself fall backward onto the cold surgical stretcher, spreading her legs wide open in a pronounced "M" formation that left her intimacy completely exposed to the intruder's gaze.
"I am... I am a damn pervert...!"
And without losing a second, Alessia raised one of her trembling hands and firmly gripped one of her generous breasts that hung to the side, sinking her fingers into the inert flesh to guide the scorched nipple directly toward her own mouth.
(Chup... Sluuurp... Chuuup!)
And immediately, the operating room was filled with the wet and grotesque sound of the doctor suckling her own body.
"I couldn't contain myself... and I came to pleasure myself in secret using the operating room's electricity...!"
At the same time, her other hand descended desperately toward her crotch, burying her nails into the stretched fabric of her underwear.
(ZASSSS!!!)
Thereupon, with a violent rip, she tore her panties away in a single yank, revealing the translucent paleness of her completely tense thighs as her fingers began to move frantically, parodying an act of savage self-stimulation while muscle spasms shook her hips lasciviously.
"—¡¡Nnn-ggh... Ahh... Haaah...!!"
In that manner, staring intently at the silver-haired mother with an utterly blank expression, her eyes rolled back, her pupils dilated with panic, and a thread of saliva trickling down the corner of her lips, the puppet replied in a plaintive and artificially aroused voice, simulating an absurd climax to uphold its lie.