INFECTED

Spongebob, the man of the pineapple abode, stepped inside to end a long day of work. Even though he loves his job, with his newfound maturing mind and body, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep it up. But he would endure until that dreaded time to retire came over him.

Immediately upon entering the home, a little brown skinned, blonde-headed girl pounced onto her father's shoulders for a sea-bear hug. "Lola! There's my little Sweet-pea!" Spongebob boisterously but lovingly chortled as he held her tightly in his oversized arms in a hug that would last a little while. "You're home, Daddy! You were gone for soooo long!" The little sponge observed as Spongebob chuffed, "Yeah, I had a few extra things to take care of. It was check writing day, and honestly it took longer than I expected to finish, but, hey, it's all good. It's what I get for giving Barry a raise I suppose, heh!" Lola nodded. "He seems to really like that job, huh? It's a shame he doesn't like my brother too much though. He bullies him at school.." The girl lowered her head a little, as Spongebob glanced at his son, Thomas, who was sitting on the couch sipping a soda and watching the Television. The man shook his head, "Barry is a really hard worker, though... hmm..." Spongebob fidgeted in place a little, boucing his daughter onto his square hip a little to keep her from slipping off.

"Tell you what..." he spoke up again, regaining his little girl's attention, " I'll have a talk with Barry the next time I see him at work, ok? I'll handle it, baby girl. Don't worry." He smiled assuredly as he kissed the top of her forehead, just as another certain someone peeped her head around the corner and leaned against the wall with a calm smirk on her face. Spongebob turned his head to see his lovely wife, Laura, staring at him with golden brown eyes and shimmering pink skin. "And there she is..." Spongebob smiled with a luster of paradoxically calm glee, returning her gaze from across the room, and even still, as she approached him with swaying feminine hips. "Hello, Robert." She said, bringing her hand up to gently tug his head down and kiss his lips tenderly. "I take it you had a good day at work, Hon?" She asked, while he nodded but with added shrugging shoulders. "It was alright for the most part. Someone threw up in a corner today though." He chuckled while his daughter expressed a grotesque face as she thought about how that went. "Eww!!" Lola exclaimed, shaking her head. The little sponge looked between her mother and father in a discussion about the day when her curious eyes picked up on a mark decorating her father's neck.

Was it another tattoo? A bug bite? The girl didn't really know what she was seeing, but could describe it to herself as abnormal, being that he didn't have that there yesterday. Her curiousity overcame her as she leaned in to touch it, only to be met with a howl of pain from her father who nearly threw her out of his arms. Lola gripped tightly to his arm that began to twitch under her hands as she looked back to his pained face.

Spongebob was sweating, and his teeth could be heard cracking as they clenched. His hands shook as they clutched the sandy carpet under his weight and his legs trembled to stay steady and upright. Every other family member was completely shocked and confused at the sight, even with Thomas tearing his eyes away from the T.V. to hear any sign that the man was alright. However, after a few more seconds, Thomas returned to his usual snarky self as he scoffed from across the room, "Way to go, Lola. You broke Dad."

Lola covered her mouth with her hands. She'd never want to hurt her own father! What has she done?! Thoughts of apologetic sadness entered her mind as she began to assume what she'd done to him, and, if he could ever recover. "This is all my fault...!" She sobbed, with fresh tears pouring from her eyes. Lola tugged on her hair as it drooped with regret from her actions.

Spongebob shakenly lifted an arm up to softly wipe away her tears, "N-No, it's ok Sweetheart... You did nothing wrong..." he reassured, slowly getting up to hug her again. Laura stood still as they embraced, now noticing herself something that appeared to be blackened veins on her husband's neck. 'What is that....?' She thought to herself. However, as soon as she'd seen it, it faded away, only leaving a tiny mark behind. Laura shook her head, and gave Spongebob a worried glare.

About an hour had passed after that little incident in the living room, but being as that may, Spongebob had already begun acting like his usual silly self again. Laura secretly watched him in their bed as he was in the restroom shaving his beard scruff before he'd sleep.

"So, I was thinking that tomorrow, all of you can come down to the Krusty Krab for lunch! I'd love to see you guys there, you know? It'd give me a reason to take a break! " he laughed, brushing his thumb across his jaw to feel how smooth it is. "Yeah..." Laura lowly replied, unenergetic, as she continued to watch him. She didn't know why she felt the need to do this, but her mind was brought back to that mark again. Why was is there, and where did it go? She nodded to herself at the thought to bring it to his attention.

"H-hey... Babe?" She said, in a sort of reverence. The man poked his head out of the restroom to lock his eyes with hers. "Yes, my love?" He replied with a little more deep gruff, which didn't fail to make her blush a little. She nervously chuckled at his silliness, but quickly calmed herself once more. "Um... what was that... thing on your neck?" She pointed far to his right-most side, having him whince a little in attempts to look down. "Oh... Yeah." He scratched the back of his head. "It's nothing really. I just ran into a... really weird storm of insects and mud on the way home."

"What?!" Laura sat up in her bed, bewildered at what she'd just heard. "I know. It just came out of nowhere, but it was gone in a flash. Almost as if it wasn't even there." He shrugged, now beginning to step towards the bed to meet her on his own side.

She watched as he climbed in beside her, turning his full body to face her. He flashed a cute smirk with lowered eyelids. "...What?" Laura asked, with blush invading her cheeks again. "You know..." Spongebob began, using two fingers to creep his hand closer to one of her hips before engulfing it in his warm and huge palm, "it's been a hot minute since we..." he cleared his throat quickly, "...had a little fun... IF you know what I mean..." his wiggled his eyebrows lustfully. At the same time, his other hand had already snaked it's way to her back to stroke her spine, in order to send a few chills down them.

The pink woman couldn't help herself when he'd talk like that. He wouldn't be asking for it if he didn't think they needed a little TLC 'downstairs'. "Well..." she began to pant slowly already, "If you let me kiss you first this time, I'll let you know when I'm ready for you..." Spongebob grinned with hot-blooded eyes as he now turned her towards him and pressed her body against his to let her give him her loving smooch.

She carefully neared his face, feeling the small pulsations of breath now contacting her lips. She almost made contact, before she heard him about to speak up again. Laura smiled as she chose to listen to him.

"LET ME BE YOUR SECRET SIN..."

Laura ducked back a little, startled to hear such a dark voice escape her usually cute sounding husband. When she looked up at his face, she found his once beautiful blue eyes replaced by nothing at all. She screamed and closed her own eyes, falling back from the bed, having him gasp and quickly catch her. Laura thrashed for a moment in his grip as he attempted to calm her down, "Honey!! It's ok!! You're alright!! B-But, What happened?!" He shook his head in confusion, sure they were on the same page here. She darted her eyes around the room, before locking a petrified gaze at Spongebob, who appeared to be completely normal.

"R... Robert?" She shook in his arms, "What's wrong, Dear? Did I... do something...?" He asked in utter uncertainty whilst still leaving a firm grip to her back and waist. The woman froze for a few moments, just statically observing his features again. "What... did you mean...?" She croaked out with a shakey voice. "What...? That what I did? I... I guess I didn't think you weren't wanting to have se--" "-N-No, not that, I...!" She quickly shook her head. "I... mean... 'Let me be your secret sin'." She quoted back at him, "What did you mean by something like that...?" "Oh, gods... Why would I EVER say something like that?" He raised a concerned and disoriented brow, "I mean, I... GUESS I did? Judging by your reaction, but.. oddly enough, I don't remember saying that... I'm sorry, though, for what it's worth..." he shrugged, before dropping his shoulders and sighing. "I think we might both be a little too tired for it anyway... We should get some sleep..." Spongebob suggested.

The second the man laid down, another pain washed down his body in waves, yet he tried his best to keep it to himself. Laura looked at her husband one last time that night with unease before she turned her back to him reluctantly to fall asleep.

Deeper in the night, a few dark, sinister chuckles could be heard from the yellow Sponge's side of the bed, while gentle brustles of sound sleeping could be distiguished from Laura's side.

The man eerily turned his head around to stare at her with a huge blood-curdling smile plastered on his face, with a hand more like the devil's creeping towards her unhurriedly in her sleep. He brushed his claws along her back, reaching her thighs eventually to which he gripped with perverse excitement.

"YOU'LL FEEL ME YET, MY DARLING, DON'T FRET. BUT NOT NOW, NO... I WANT YOU TO SUFFER, WIDE AWAKE, AND TO MAKE HIM WATCH AS I PURGE YOUR ENTIRE BEING TO THE EMPTY SHELL I'LL MAKE OUT OF WHAT'S LEFT OF YOU... BUT FOR NOW, MY LITTLE DEAR, SLEEP... SLEEP, AND LISTEN... FEEL MY SKIN, AND KISS MY LIPS... LET OUR LIMBS LOCK AND EMBRACE, ALL IN YOUR DREAMS, YOU PRECIOUS THING... LET THAT BE THE ONLY PLEASANT IMAGE OF ME RAVENGE YOUR MIND THIS NIGHT... BECAUSE ONCE I REALLY TAKE YOU..." He whispered devilishly, retracting his hands back to his side of the bed.

"I'LL MAKE IT HURT."