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Alchemists are always well sought after, so choosing it as a career pretty much guarantees a good salary and a fulfilling job, especially if one's just as passionate about it as Marigold was, when he first enrolled into one of the best courses in the country. Make no mistake, his passion towards alchemy hasn't died one bit, but the incredibly high tuition fees did curb his enthusiasm a little bit when he realized that he wasn't going to be able to pay for his studies without picking up some sort of job on the side. There really wasn't anything that he was interested in doing that would be able to properly pay for his rent and food, in fact, he was repulsed by the thought of working at a fast food place or something of that sort.

He had to figure something out quickly, as the end of the month when he would get some minimal cash from his parents was nowhere in sight and his fridge was already empty, when he suddenly got an idea. The idea, as usually, came suddenly and unexpectedly, when he was working on a potion for his homework. It was a sort of poison that was half organic, and would grow small parasitic organisms inside of the victim's body. It was a highly dangerous substance, but a great introduction to making potions that could spawn life, which was a really difficult subject to understand, and even more difficult to create.

The key ingredient to this potion was a special kind of parasite, which looked like a blob of goo, with octopus like tentacles growing out of it. It was commonly referred to in the alchemist world as "gooctopus", and it was incredibly expensive to attain, a single kilogram of the thing could go for as much as a brand new car, and since it couldn't be preserved in any way, in order for it to be usable in experiments and potion making, it had to constantly be kept alive, eating as much as an entire chicken's worth of meat in the span of a single day.

Marigold, along with the other students, was given only a tiny bit of the creature, no larger than a pea. Still, he had to be extremely careful with it, due to just how infectious it was: if any of it got into his mouth, he would already be infected. Infections were seldom deadly however, as gooctopi always tried to keep their hosts alive and healthy as can be. In fact, this was the only way that they could be grown in a laboratory setting: by finding a subject, usually a criminal on death row or something of the sort, and infecting them with the creature. By simply feeding it, the parasite would only stay alive but wouldn't grow, but when inside of a host's body, it could grow exponentially in just a span of a few days. This is why it was so expensive, and that's what caught the jackalope's attention, upon learning about the strange ingredient.

He learned in class that although infections weren't usually fatal, they often caused more or less serious health issues, but the only thing that stuck for him were the words "not fatal", which meant an absolute green light in his book. He thought about it: just by becoming a host for a couple of days and growing his own little colony in his body, he would be able to make enough money to pay for all of his studies and then more! Not to say that it wasn't a scary decision, the thought of tentacles growing inside one's stomach would make anyone's skin crawl, but tens of thousands of dollars would make anyone's eyes light up with interest. The only question was which feeling would finally overpower the other, and in Marigold's case, it turned out to be the former.

He nervously stared at the blob of goo that he knew he had to deal with in just a couple of hours before it died, so he didn't have a lot of time to waste. He took a knife and cut out the tiniest possible chunk from it, so it wouldn't be noticed on his final work that he had stolen from the ingredients. "It's not fatal. I will be fine, just a bit of sickness and I'll be just fine when I'm done. I can do this!" He thought to himself after a bit of hesitation upon watching the tiny chunk on the tip of his gloved finger. Then suddenly he finally decided to lick it off. There really wasn't much of a taste to it, but that could have very well been because of the miniature size of the load. He didn't feel anything, there was no pain or immediate feeling of sickness, just silence and just a bit of nervousness, as he was anticipating for any symptoms to kick in. But there was nothing, even after a couple of minutes of waiting- and since he didn't dare to cut any more of the slime off fearing that he would get busted by a good eyed teacher noticing that something was off about the proportions of his ingredients, he got to work on his potion.

When he was in his home laboratory that he had set up in the bedroom of his small apartment, he liked to be in girly clothes, even if he didn't really know why. Under his lab coat that he wore most of the time to protect himself from things splashing on his valued clothes, he liked to wear panties and long socks, along with a pair of sleeves and sometimes even a collar. He wasn't really sure why he fancied crossdressing so much, but it fit his slender build well, and female clothes were always made to be more comfortable than males' anyway. Even though the fact that he was wearing such an attire was pretty exciting to him, he tried not to get carried away by it, and focused on the homework instead.

Given that he was usually ahead in the curriculum of what they were learning in class, the creation of the potion was not a particularly challenging task. He finished even sooner than he had initially planned, but perhaps that was for the better because he started feeling extremely sleepy, even though it was just past seven and he didn't wake up particularly early. He figured it was just because of the parasites starting to take effect and sleeping on it would just make it better, so he went to bed and just a couple of minutes later, he was fast asleep.

Waking up later than usual, Marigold was in a huge rush to get to class on time the next day. Even though his alarm went off, he was in such a deep sleep that it didn't even wake him up, even though usually it would scare him out of bed in just a couple of seconds. He quickly dressed up into clothes that he could wear outside and grabbed the potion that he had mixed up the previous night.

He already started feeling sick to his stomach on his way to school, but having completely forgotten about his self inflicted experiment, he just assumed that it was because he had skipped breakfast in his hurry. He would just buy something for lunch, and the pain was going to disappear like there wasn't any to begin with.

Sitting through his morning classes was a real struggle, and as his stomach started churning louder and louder, he figured that his symptoms were caused by something other than a simple morning sickness. It was only when he had to excuse himself to the bathroom due to how bad he was feeling and one of his teachers asked him about whether it was possible that he was infected by the parasite while he was working on his homework, did he finally realize what was going on. Of course, the gooctopus! It was like the events of the previous day were completely erased from his memory, but he suddenly remembered how he had infected himself, and that his nausea was probably caused by the goo spreading inside of his body.

Since he was feeling so bad that he couldn't even focus in class, the jackalope decided that it would be best if he took the rest of the day off. He tried his best not to throw up on the way to the apartment, where he rushed immediately to the toilet. He waited for the puke to come rushing up from his stomach, but nothing came; instead, a sudden feeling of hunger took over his brain.

Even though he was still feeling extremely nauseous, he couldn't bear not to stumble out to the kitchen and open the fridge to consume anything that he could lay his eyes on. There really wasn't a lot of food left, just some leftover vegetables, cheese and a few dry slices of bread, all of which he consumed in a single sitting. This helped to satiate his hunger a little bit, event though he felt like he could still eat an entire dinner and then some more.

His nausea didn't calm one bit however. He was still feeling sicker than ever, so as his next stop, he ran right back to the toilet, hoping that a barf would help with getting a bit of the parasites out of his body, and easing the discomfort. But what he got for the next hour or so were only loud burps coming from the deepest pit of his stomach, which did next to nothing in helping to ease the terrible sensation inside of him.

The first load of puke only came around two hours later, when in the company of the biggest, rauchiest burp that he had ever produced in his entire life, a chunk of black-ish goo left his stomach and landed in the toilet. Marigold looked at it for a while, never having seen anything like that before; it was a bit similar to the goo that he was infected with, but it was different in color and in consistency as well, it looked much less stable and more mushy, like a kind of watered down slime.

This didn't do much to ease his nausea either, but at least the jackalope managed to get up from the bathroom floor and stumble out to fetch his phone, to finally properly research the negative side effects of the infection that he was so quick to put himself under. None of the websites that he visited said anything positive- in fact, quite the contrary. He learned that the parasites could leech on their host for weeks, or in rare cases even months before they could be removed, and in that time, they consumed almost all of the food in the body causing severe hunger, but keeping the hosts on the verge of starvation no matter how much they stuffed themselves. The digested food would later leave the host's body as a half digested dark substance of a slimy consistency, very similar to what the jackalope had just hurled up. Apparently he was not the only one feasting on that dry bread from before...

It was at this point that he started to regret his decision just a little bit, but still, a few weeks of sickness was worth the thousands of dollars that he was going to receive once he sold all the goo. He made his way back to the toilet and tried to get himself to puke just a little bit, but nothing came out to ease his nausea that had gotten so strong by that point that it was causing severe vertigo. Marigold barely knew which way was up anymore, the only thing he could do was holding onto the edge of the bowl and trying to push something out, anything! But still, nothing managed to leave his system other than the ungodly loud burps that he was afraid would disturb his neighbors at that point.

Somewhere after midnight, he finally found the strength in himself to get up and head to bed, as he saw that he wouldn't be able to get anything up anyway. He drank a glass of water, which he barely managed to force down his throat and pretty much fell into bed, the world still spinning around him like he had just gotten off the wildest theme park ride. He managed to fall asleep even faster than the night before, but this time, his sleep wouldn't last very long at all.

It was perhaps an hour or so after he'd fallen asleep, when a loud, painful gurgle of his stomach had woken him up. He was sweating all over and probably had a pretty high fever, but that was the least of his worries for the moment, as he felt that he was going to throw up. His new feeling of nausea was different and stronger than the one before, it really did feel like it wasn't a false alarm anymore. He tried to jump out of bed to rush for the bathroom, cursing himself that he hadn't prepared a bucket previously, but his efforts to make it out of bed clean were all in vain.

It was perhaps the water that he drank before heading to sleep, or there was some leftover food inside of him that the gooctopus has not fully digested yet, but there was another full load of slime ready to make its way out through the jackalope's mouth, accompanied by the worst smell he had ever felt in his whole life, which was impressive considering the crazy chemicals he had the fortune to work with throughout his alchemist studies. The bedsheets appeared to be spared from the slimy rain, but his clothes were absolutely soaked by the mushy substance that just seeped its way even deeper into the fabric when he tried to wipe it off.

He managed to climb out of bed after a bit more of cursing to himself that he let himself be infected by this terrible illness, trying not to think of the tentacled creature that was growing inside of him, and just trying to think of it as a bad stomach bug. But as he looked at his stomach, he could see that this bug was more literal than he would have liked to imagine, as a small bump had started to form on his belly, looking like a large, ugly tumor.

"I really hope this thing is not deadly..." he thought to himself as he was reminded once again of what he learned at school: mostly not fatal- but this time, his attention steered more and more towards the word "mostly", than "not". He had a change of clothes and dragged a bucket next to his bed so that he wouldn't ruin another set, and tried to go back to sleep, hoping to get more than an hour this time.

His night was surprisingly peaceful, as he didn't wake up any more times until the morning. The only disturbance that he had were the strange, absurd dreams that he was going through while the parasite was making him sicker and sicker. He had nightmares about tentacles trapping him and wrapping themselves all around his body, squeezing his belly tightly and causing unbelievable amounts of pain.

It was quite a relief when Marigold finally woke up from his sleep, drenched in sweat and panting the stale, warm, vomit-smelling air of his room. He noticed that a little bit of puke had come up while he was sleeping and had stained his shirt, the second one which was now ruined due to his inability to control his barfs. Even though his stomach still hurt like hell, he started getting incredibly hungry again, but he knew that if he ate anything, he would just be feeding the gooctopus inside of him, which would digest most of the food that he tried to stuff into himself.

Therefore he decided not to eat anything for as long as the illness lasted, which he hoped wouldn't be more than a couple of days. There really was no way to tell though, so he could only count on his luck... which judging by all the ruined clothes, wasn't particularly trying to help him for the time being. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to attend classes for a while, but thanks to him already being ahead of the others, it wasn't going to be a huge problem, unless he really had to stay home for several months.

Not much seemed to happen in the following days, compared to the rapid deterioration of the first two nights, his condition seemed to stay at the same level- which was unpleasant, but the jackalope was glad that it didn't worsen any more, he really wasn't sure how much more pain he could have taken before he had to go to the hospital. That was the thing that he wanted to avoid the most, because the doctors there would have surely quickly killed off the gooctopus with medicine, but that would have meant that the suffering of the previous few days were going to be in vain, since he couldn't have sold the incubated tentacles.

There was only one change that Marigold had noticed happening to himself, which was quite subtle but came out in the strangest possible ways. He noticed that he had become quite protective of the creature growing inside of him, sort of like a mother caring for her baby growing in her womb. Every time he got up, he made sure not to bump or shake his belly too hard, and he had started to focus more on just easing the pain caused by his strange pregnancy, rather than getting out the cause in the first place. In fact, he was actually getting quite nervous of the prospect that one day, he was going to have to get the parasites out of himself, fearing that he might injure it in the process.

This odd compassion towards the gooctopus also caused him to reevaluate his decision not to eat anything, which was coupled by the fact that he was also starting to starve. He knew that the body could theoretically go weeks without any food, but with a whole other organism feeding off his supplies, he knew that this time was much shorter than usual. What finally convinced him to go outside though, was that the end of the semester was nearing, and he had to produce a potion all by himself using what he learned in class in order to pass a test that would allow him to pass onto the next semester.

But it wasn't only his fridge that was empty since the day that he swallowed that tiny bit of gooctopus goo, but so was his shelf of ingredients, and he didn't have the sufficient materials to create anything that was going to be impressive enough to let him pass. Marigold was an absolute perfectionist, so his end of the semester project had to be also the most impressive thing that he could conjure up, so him having to venture out to the market despite his condition was starting to be inevitable.

He had to try his hardest to finally be able to get out of bed, and he weakly wandered to his closet. The clothes that he was currently wearing had already been soaked by his sweat and had several puke spots on them, so he could not go out in public with them on. Over the previous days, he had gone through several sets of clothing, having gotten each of them dirty, but he had not put a single wash into the machine due to how sick he was feeling. Even standing up from bed was a challenge, let alone stuffing a bunch of dirty clothes into the machine, then drying them and packing them back into the closet.

Unfortunately for him though, this meant that the entire closet emptied out in the process, and there weren't any clean clothes that he could go out in. He panicked, not wanting to go to the market in his disgusting clothes, he desperately rummaged through the piles of dirty clothing to find anything fit for him to go outside. After a few minutes of searching, his hands touched something that wasn't sweaty and didn't have any traces of puke on them either; he pulled them out from the pile, but to his disappointment, they were his girly, crossdressing clothes.

"Well what the hell can I do now? Make everyone believe that I'm a disgusting lowlife, going out in dirty clothes, or do I want to humiliate myself in kinky gear?" Marigold shook his head, knowing what he had to do. "Well I suppose I do have kind of a feminine build... As long as I try to keep my voice high, I might even pass as a girl! Then it won't be so bad..."

He decided to take the risk, quickly taking off his stained, old outfit and slipping on the clean panties that he only wore on the day that he started his experiment. To his surprise though, the panties barely stayed on him, they felt tight and uncomfortable, as if his hips had grown to be twice their size in just a couple of days! He went to look at himself in the mirror, and indeed, his butt and hips seemed to get a lot bigger, not even chubbier, just larger in size.

A quick search on the internet revealed that in rare cases, that really was a side effect that gooctopus infections caused, supposedly to create a bigger, more comfortable space for themselves in the host's body. The effects were mostly temporary, but subjects noted that their hips hadn't returned to their original size even after years had passed counting from the removal of the parasites.

"Well ain't that great..." The jackalope cursed to himself, annoyed that even after days of being infected, he was still finding out about new ways the illness could mess him up. His hunger didn't allow him to mourn himself for very long though, as he quickly put on all the rest of his girly clothes, and headed outside for the first time in days.

Breathing fresh air felt strange, but soothing to his brain, especially after the humid, warm, used up air that he had been breathing in his room for so long. The market wasn't very far away so he could go on foot, which was convenient because he was sure that a bus ride would upset his stomach and cause him to puke all over the place again. He noted that the people he came across on the street didn't really bat an eye on him, which meant that his "disguise" as a girl was working pretty well. Since prostitution was made legal a while back, people just assumed that he was a sex worker and didn't make a huge deal out of the overly revealing clothes either. He just hoped that it would hold up even when he started talking to the sellers.

First of all, he had to go for food. Even though it was his need for potion ingredients that brought him there initially, his hunger would not let him think of anything else before stacking up on some edible stuff. He tried to buy the cheapest of stuff, because he knew that most of it would be puked up anyway, so he went for the sketchiest looking meat he could find on the market, along with some fruits and vegetables to send it down with. Although the interactions went well and nobody really noticed anything strange about him, the growing weight of his bag was starting to be a real problem, since due to the illness, his physical strength had also massively declined. A bag that just a week earlier he could easily carry with a couple of fingers began to feel like it was filled with bricks, and he had to gather all his strength to carry it around. He tried to think of the best potion that he could make while using the least amount of ingredients, but before he could think of anything, a large burp left his mouth, which alarmed everyone around him.

He tried to apologize to everyone around, but his nausea was also growing by the second, and he knew that if he couldn't get to a bathroom in a few seconds, he would definitely puke all over the floor. He started running, which attracted even more attention towards him, some people noticing his artificially large looking hips, and even a small bulge at the front of his tight panties. Finally noticing the bathroom sign, he busted in through the door into the women's bathroom, hoping that no one inside would notice that he wasn't really a woman. But his biggest problem for the moment wasn't even that, but instead it was whether he could aim his load well enough to land it all in the toilet bowl.

He threw his bag on the dirty ground of the bathroom, some of the food that he bought rolling out, as he leaned above the bowl and felt his stomach muscles tensing up. It didn't take long before a large, dark blob came up from the depths of his belly, barely able to fit out of his mouth as it splattered on the ceramic bowl. As he was trying to get rid of his stomach's contents, Marigold made the most hellish, gurgling, burping noises that alerted the rest of the people using the bathroom, one even asking if he needed medical attention.

The jackalope didn't really hear anything though, as the pain and the discomfort of having to force such a huge amount of thick goo out of his system had occupied all of his attention. Due to the force that the puke came out of his mouth, none of it stayed in one piece, instead splattering all over the toilet, and even the walls of the stall, smelling disgusting as the tiny pieces dribbled down and stained the ground as well; if the goo was any more red, it would have looked like a murder scene.

Finally getting a break from his stomach, he tried to flush down the excessive amount of gooctopus waste that had accumulated in the toilet. But as he reached for the button and pushed it, the water only pooled up inside, not being able to wash down so much of the thick goo. Marigold tried to reach for the plunger to try to get at least some of it down, but his attempts were immediately stopped by another wave of pain in his stomach that forced him back down on his knees, and soon enough, he was puking even more into the already overfilled toilet, causing the water to splash out onto the walls, floor and his body.