So, this is actually a true story which I wrote up a long time ago, a couple of weeks after Infection ended. I apologize in advance for any errors, seeing as English isn't my first language:
I had just finished listening to Infection. I listened to the most of
it while watering the half-dead plants on my vegetable plot outside of
town. The stench of wet, decaying organic matter really helped the
It really had an influence on me. The next day I blew an innocent,
but weird looking rash out of proportions. But it subsided and I was
happy once again.
Not for long.
About three days after finishing Infection, I was working at my
computer, and absent-mindedly scratch my penis. After a second or two,
I realized that it felt weird. I was a bit hesitant, but after hearing
about a thinking disease, one tends to be a bit cautious. So I checked
On the backside of my penis, about two inches from the top, was a
growth. Okay, maybe not a growth, but a small yellowish-white ball,
protruding from the skin. It was maybe three millimetres high, and
attached by something I couldn't quite see, something that looked like
a black hair. Ookay. I panicked for a short second. Maybe it's the
drugs I'm taking, I thought (they had a LOT of side effects). I calmed
myself down, thought that it will probably fade away after a day or
Needless to say, it didn't.
I forgot about it. But two days later, while in the bathtub, I checked
it out again, this time, probing some more. I noticed immediately that
there was a small amount of white goo near it. Oh, I thought. Maybe
it's some sort of mutated zit or something? I poked it a bit to see if
more goo would come out. It wasn't firm as I thought it should be, but
rather felt like a ball that wasn't inflated all the way. Nothing more
came out. The skin below was a bit bulged out and stinged a little.
I checked it out the next day. Was it... bigger? Or was it my
imagination? This was a bit too much for me. Okay, I thought, if it
gets any bigger tomorrow, I'm going to a doctor. With that, I went on
with my daily business, and finally, went to sleep.
I had to get up early the next day, I was to meet my dad at the train
station in an hour. I didn't sleep well. The backside of my penis
itched very much while I was lying on the bed, contemplating a few
more minutes of light sleep. Nah, better get up now. Damn, it itches
like hell, I thought while walking to the bathroom. While sitting on
the toilet I lifted up my penis to see why it hurt so much.
It was *definitely* bigger.
It grew in size about ten times. It was about an inch long now, the
shape of a football, and a slimy mixture of pukey brown and gray.
Hoookay. I was freaking scared now. I gotta get to a doctor, I
thought. Just after I get my dad, I'm going to a doctor. After I
washed up, I went to put some pants on. I slided my boxers on to my
knees, and I stopped. It bugged me too much. I lifted my dick again. I
poked the thing again. It was fully inflated now, and felt strangely
light. I poked the thing again. Then again. And ag... Pop. It fell of.
It fell on the cushion I was sitting on. I quickly got up and examined
it, pants still dropped half-way.
On the end, the end that it was attached with, were two small insect
legs, wiggling furiously. I panicked even more.
Then it hit me. Gaaah.
A tick. A bug. How the fuck did it get THERE? Then I remembered
watering my plants and gathering apples, surrounded by trees, wearing
loose pants. Crap.
As I'm writing this, the bulge on my penis, that can't help beeing
compared to the triangle bulge, only rounder, is getting smaller. It
still hurts like hell whenever I touch it, the kind of slow pain one
gets after beeing kicked in the nuts. But it's getting smaller.
I just hope that the damn thing didn't lay eggs.