In the name of science
I have decided to write this journal for those that truly believe in my research. I’ll keep a detailed record of the progress of my latest test, in case something unexpected happens. If I am not able to write anymore, please do not discard my work. The possibilities of this research are endless.
Last Monday, the Board decided to give me only three more months to produce positive results, otherwise they will cancel my funding. It is extremely frustrating. I am certain that this worm is the key to slow down, or maybe even stop, cellular aging. But I have tried many compounds combinations without much success. My major achievement so far, has been to double the life cycle of small rodents by transferring this organism’s properties into their blood stream. But I am still very far away from reaching my goal.
The worm, my test subject, has been in our laboratory for decades, since my father found it in Antarctica, and today it looks exactly the same. It hasn’t change at all since I was a kid.
According to my research, human blood should be a lot more receptive to the new compound than any rodent’s. However, there is no chance in hell that the Board will let me test it in a human being. There is only one choice left. I know it is reckless, but I am not wasting ten years of my life because those bastards don’t understand the importance of what I am doing.
Don’t be such a coward, Laura. Just take the syringe and do it. Laura thought, looking down at the syringe sitting on top of the lab table. The large worm writhed beside it without a care in the world.
***
I am home now. It has been four hours since I injected myself. There are no negative side effects so far, although, there is a tickling all over my body, particularly between my legs. I am not sure if this is caused by the compound, or it is just me. Maybe it is my body expressing the excitement of such an important step in my career. Or maybe it is because it has been a while since I shared my bed with anybody.
Should I include this unexpected arousal in my report?
I have to figure out if this weird excitation is related to the experiment. The only way to know this, is to masturbate until reaching complete satisfaction. When that is done, I will see if the tickling is gone.
***
It normally takes me a while to reach an orgasm. Not this time. My body is more sensitive, more alive. My first climax arrived merely five minutes after I began caressing my clitoris. It may seem strange that I am describing this to you, but it could be relevant. We’ll see.
One orgasm turned out to be not nearly enough. I immediately started rubbing myself until I climaxed again. After reaching a couple more orgasms, I am sweating from the exertion and I am getting tired, but my arousal is not diminishing.
I’ve decided to try something different. Maybe inserting something in my vaginal cavity can provide the satisfaction that I need so badly. Unfortunately, I don’t own a vibrator so I have to be creative. I remembered that I have a cucumber in the fridge. Maybe that could do the trick.
***
I walked down to the kitchen completely naked, not caring if the neighbors could see me through the windows. I have to admit that, at this point, my state of mind isn’t normal. It is very possible that the worm’s compound flowing within by bloodstream is causing this marvelous excitation. But I can’t do anything to fix it except one thing. And I am doing exactly that.
The cold cucumber felt wonderful as I inserted it in my pussy. It is long enough to reach the bottom of my cavity and its thickness is stretching me so delightfully. This is precisely what I need.
I am pulling it in and out of my body. Slowly at first, then progressively faster. I wonder why I never thought about doing this before. If my orgasms came easily up in the bedroom, down here they are coming like a freight train.
***
I’ve lost track of time and I lost count of how many orgasms I’ve enjoyed. Every time I reach climax, my body shudders from head to toe while unbelievable pleasure assails every cell of my body. Every time I think I had enough, I am shoving the cucumber back into my pussy five minutes later.
I believe this experiment is going to make me masturbate to death. Luckily, my arousal is finally starting to diminish. It is almost dawn and I am exhausted.
***
Sitting in the living room couch, still gently caressing my pussy, I’m having another realization. If this new compound is not the elusive fountain of youth, I probably have discovered the greatest aphrodisiac ever. There is true potential in this formula. If it is mass produced, I might even generate enough revenue to finance my own laboratory in the future.
Every now and then, my mind wonders towards something else; the worm. My pussy twitches every time. Everything that had happened tonight, all the pleasure, was due to the worm. Ugh… my pussy is twitching again. That wonderful creature is not safe in the laboratory. Somebody might discover my findings and steal it. The security in that section of the building is very light. I have to do something about it and fast.
I have to get it out of there.
***
I couldn’t wait until Monday. I usually work on weekends so the guard didn’t ask any questions when he saw me walking in. I am sitting on the floor with the open container in front of me. The worm is slowly reaching up to the rim of the glass and pulling its head out of the tube. I already turned off the camera and removed my pants. My pussy is dripping wet.
I can’t believe I am actually going to do this.
I am calmly watching it, wondering if I am going crazy. Everything is happening so fast. Yesterday, this creature had been nothing more than a subject of experimentation. Today I care for it as if it is my most beloved pet. It doesn’t make much sense, but I’ve made up my mind. I will take the worm out of the lab. It just feels right.
Wasting no more time, I stood up, straddled the container and squatted until my buttocks were a few centimeters from the rim. I am reaching down and turning the tip of the worm upward. My heart is racing within my chest and my pussy is twitching hard with anticipation. I am ready.
I gasped loudly when the cold skin of the gigantic worm touched my pussy lips. Then I had a brief moment of hesitation. Here I am, half naked, letting a weird creature of unknown origin penetrate my body. It is by far the craziest thing I have ever done. However, like yesterday, I am too horny to stop.
The worm reacted much better than expected. I thought that it would need my help, but as soon as it became in contact with my wet pussy, it wiggled its head into my cavity with no aid whatsoever. My eyes rolled back from sheer bliss and it took a great effort not to moan out loudly.
The creature has a thicker middle section, and it has more complex tissue at both ends, like having two heads. Now one of those heads is inside of me and my vaginal lips are tightly snuggling the main body. Measuring half a meter long, it is unlikely that it will fit entirely inside of my pussy, but I am planning to keep some part of it hidden within my baggy pants as I walk out. This should work.
It is very difficult to keep my balance as the worm squirms and churns, pulling the rest of its body into my pussy. More so, because I am shivering in the midst of climax!
The creature moves like a regular earthworm, expanding and contracting its body, trying to find enough traction within my exceedingly lubricated tunnel. The labor is slow and absolutely delightful.
Almost half of the large creature is already inside of me and the thicker central section is right outside my vaginal entrance. Maybe I had miscalculated the size of the worm, because I can feel it poking at the bottom of my cavity and there is still too much of it hanging between my legs. I am worrying that I may not be able to walk normally with that thick appendage stretching my pussy lips so much, and to make things worse, it is going to be very noticeable, even wearing my loose pants.
However, I am doing nothing to stop the worm. I might need a different plan, but at this moment I don’t care. I had to stand up and lean back against the dissection table when I felt a short burst of pain, followed by a sudden rush of mind blowing bliss.
The building pressure in my upper abdomen can only mean one thing. The worm is squirming into my womb!
Once again, it is taking real effort not to scream my lungs out from the incredible pleasure I am feeling. All the joy I experienced last night is nothing compare to this. Any sexual experience of my life is nothing compared to this. Suddenly, this crazy thing I am doing doesn’t seem so crazy anymore. Anyone would do anything to feel this kind pleasure.
I am no longer saving the worm because it feels right. I am doing it because it is a necessity. The bond with this creature, as it penetrates deeper into my body, is not only physical. We are binding our souls together.
I exploded in climax one more time. My thighs are shivering uncontrollably around the little segment of the worm that still protrudes from my pussy. My entire body is jolting with spasmodic contractions that rattle the table supporting my weight. At last, my mind is going blank, void of any thought or idea that is not related to pure, absolute bliss.
Anybody could enter the room at this moment, stand in front of me taking pictures of the whole thing, and I wouldn’t care at all. I feel like I am living this moment in an alternate reality, where nothing matters except pleasure. I could live forever in this world.
Within the haziness that overpowers mind, I am noticing the last segment of the creature is slipping between my pussy lips and penetrating into my stuffed vaginal cavity. The entire worm is inside of me!
I did it! My plan is working better than expected. Not that I had anything to do with its success, since the worm did all the work. I put my pants back on, still wondering how the hell that large creature can fit inside of me. And is just as incredible that, except from a slight bulge on my belly, it barely shows. This bulge can be easily concealed within my top.
I put the lid on the empty container and removed the label, in case they do an inventory. As I was walking out of the lab, the worm moved within my pussy, eliciting a loud moan that unavoidably escaped my mouth. I am waiting until it settles back in place. I can’t squeal like that in front of the security guards.
“Don’t move so much in there. You are making me moan.”
***
I arrived home ten minuets ago. I am checking myself on the mirror and there it is; a bump on my belly, evidence that I have a large worm lodged inside of me. For anyone who’d see me like this, it might appear that I am gaining weight. Only I know the truth, and it is a lot more sexy than that.
I am aware that I need to formulate a plan for the near future. Sooner or later, they are going to find out that the worm is missing. Everything that I had done since the injection, have been driven mainly by thoughtless impulses rather than careful planning. Hell, I am still not sure why I took the worm from the lab. For now, I can relax and take a break.
Or maybe not. As I caressed the worm through my skin and pictured it curling within my womb, the creature moved. It shook really. Like a pulse that made my pussy flutter so hard that I gushed down my tights. This reminded me of the sensations I felt while the worm was crawling into my body an hour ago. My pussy is twitching just thinking about it. And now I have the creature all to myself, in the safety of my own house.
You are making me so freaking horny.
I removed the rest of my clothes and jumped into the bathtub, only I am not planning on taking a bath. I am sitting on the rim of the empty jacuzzi with two fingers plugged in my pussy. Not sure of what I am trying to accomplish, I have to do something to alleviate this itch that is growing between my legs.
My pussy is dripping wet so my fingers slid in easily. The worm is becoming restless within my womb as I move my hand back and forth. It feels wonderful. The squelching sounds of my fingers make echoes against the walls of the bathroom, mixing with my soft moans of pleasure.
Suddenly, I can feel my pussy being filled from within, at least the short section that isn’t occupied already. The worm is coming down! My heart jolts with joy. Is it going to make me cum like it did in the laboratory? My fingers are moving faster now, enticing the creature to accelerate its pace. I want it to fuck me again.
When the tip of the worm emerged from my pussy, I froze. I don’t want to scare it, if that is even possible. Maybe all this creature’s actions are ruled by instinct. The same way I had been acting the last 24 hours.
In any case, I don’t need to move. The sensation of having that creature stretching my so widely is enough to make me feel in heaven.
***
The worm glided out of my pussy a lot faster than it squirmed in. Half of its body is hanging between my legs now. I am on the verge of climax watching the writhing creature, wondering what it is going to do next. I want it to pump my pussy. I need it to make me cum!
“Are you not going to move?”
But the worm is doing nothing. It is just dangling there. Is it waiting for me to take the initiative? I have to do something to extinguish the fire in my body, so I am assuming that it is my turn to take action.
Without giving it much thought, I grabbed the creature and pulled it out of me a few centimeters, just enough to slip the thickest middle segment through my pussy lips. Then I shoved it back in, as deep as my clutching hand allowed. I repeated the motion a second time, then a third. The feeling is mind-blowing. I hope the neighbors can’t hear my loud moans.
One minute later, I am jolting in climax. That is not stopping me, though. My hand is still in motion, back and forth, prolonging this wonderful orgasm for the longest time.
Once again, I wonder if I am going insane by doing this. Using a living, gigantic worm to masturbate was something unthinkable to me a couple of days ago. Now I just can’t stop.
***
Oh God! I was pulling the worm out to shove it back in, when the section I was holding came off! My orgasm was cut short as I stare in panic at the severed segment hanging from my hand. Did I just kill it?! I was so aroused and excited that maybe I applied too much force.
“What have I done?! I broke it in half!!”
At this moment, I am realizing that this doesn’t feel like I broke a toy. It feels like I am hurting a partner. Or maybe even a lover. It doesn’t make much sense but the sensation is terrible.
These ugly thoughts were interrupted when the segment of the worm that is still inside of me, pulled itself deep into my womb. I moaned loudly and my eyes rolled back from the joyful sensation. This is giving me not only physical pleasure but it is also a clear indication that the broken worm is very much alive. I feel so happy and relieved.
More relaxed, I am trying to shove the cut-off segment back inside of me, hoping that it can fix itself by attaching to the other part, but when I let go, it just slips off me, falling to the floor. I am so disappointed. Maybe I didn’t kill the worm but I definitely broke it in half and it is not rejoining.
However, the severed worm is still moving at the bottom of the jacuzzi. It twitches slowly, calmly, showing no sort of pain or distress. That is a bit reassuring, and this arises another possibility. Maybe the worm broke deliberately. I know that normal earthworms can regenerate parts of their body when cut off. And this particular individual seemed to have two heads, one at each end. This is very interesting.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
I picked up the worm to study it closely. It has a small opening at the center of its tip. Maybe it uses it to expel waste or to eat nutrients. Maybe for both. Who knows if this tip is the head or the tail. I am also noticing that the creature is abundantly secreting an oily substance all over its skin. It wasn’t doing this when I had it in the container. The oil smells sweet and it clings to my fingers.
It smells wonderful.
I am beginning to feel tickles all over my hand. The same tickles I felt last night, after I injected myself. The same tickles that got me so aroused that I had to masturbate until dawn. This is boosting my curiosity.
***
The oil smells so good that I had to taste it. I extended my tongue and when it came in contact with the worm’s skin, I felt a shock of pleasure that traveled directly to my brain. There is no doubt in my mind that the compound I tested on myself, has the same components that forms this oil.
There worm is reacting too. It is starting to wiggle within my fingers, trying to find some traction. It wants to move forward, into my mouth!
The worm didn’t want to penetrate my pussy a few minutes ago, but now it wants to enter my mouth. I can’t understand why, but I am letting it do it. In part because I am curios, and in part because it feels so alluring. If one segment is deep inside of my pussy, why not give the other segment a blow job.
I parted my lips and sucked a few centimeters of the worm. My pussy twitched hard. This feels so right; so arousing. Somehow, I know that if I keep doing this, I am going to reach another climax. My last orgasm had been interrupted. I need a new one fast.
As soon as it got enough anchoring, the worm began squirming down my throat and I let go of it. It is moving with the same slow pace it did when it penetrated my pussy, back in the lab. Its wide girth is choking me, although it allows me to take short intakes of air as its body contorts. I feel temped to grab the creature and shove it all the way inside of me. Oddly enough, this feeling of asphyxiation only heightens my senses and increases my arousal even more.
My pussy is twitching frantically. I am getting closer to climax and I am not even touching myself. This is utterly amazing.
I am pretty much in shock as my orgasm explodes within me. I can feel the worm sliding down my esophagus, allowing me to breathe, but rather than taking a huge gasp of air, I am just staring into nothing, enjoying this haziness that is taking over my brain, preventing me to think; preventing me to do anything but shudder in bliss with no control of my body.
I am becoming addicted to this sensation of powerless surrender. But am I surrendering to this feeling? or am I surrendering to the worm, becoming a hopeless sex slave? My pussy is twitching so hard. My mind is going blank…
***
I spent the following hours sitting in the bathtub, reconsidering the whole point of my experiment. It is a difficult task, since the two worm segments are restless inside of me. They are making me cum every fifteen minutes without having to move a single muscle.
The aphrodisiac effect of the worm’s fluid is a given. I could make millions exploiting that. But there is a big possibility that instead of one, there are two worms growing inside of me. Each head developing a new tail, or another head! Maybe it is replicating itself. Which means that these creatures are made mostly of stem cells and my body is soaking in them from within. My original goal of finding a source to reduce or stop cellular aging is still on the right track.
For now, I just have to wait and see the evolution of my lovers…. I mean, the worms.
***
I have spent the last five days in an orgasmic haze. I keep showing up at the laboratory, just to avoid any suspicion that I am doing this reckless experiment, but can’t do anything productive.
I am able to reach strong orgasms just by staying put in my chair. I have to turn my face away from the cameras every time I felt another climax sneaking up on me. On one occasion, a coworker show up to invite me to a party and she left five seconds before my eyes rolled back in utter bliss. I am playing a dangerous game in more ways than one.
***
The doorbell rang and I rushed to open the front door. I know who it is. I found her profile on the web and she is perfect for the next stage of my plan. I’ve decided to take a small detour in my experiment and focus on another important matter: reproduction. Not mine, but the worm’s. I am absolutely certain that the two segments inside of me had become two complete worms by now. I want to create more.
This hooker, Karen, is unknowingly going to help me test both the aphrodisiac and the cloning property of these creatures. It is going to be awesome.
“Hi, please come on in.”
“Wow! I see that you are more than ready for me.” Karen responded when she saw me wearing only my bra and panties.
***
Oh God! Karen is really good at this. I have to admit that I was a little apprehensive at first because I have never been with a woman before. But she had made me cum two times already and she is still licking my pussy with true expertise and no signs of tiredness. Could it be that my vaginal juices are mixing with the worm’s secretions and they are working as an aphrodisiac? It is very possible.
She tastes so fucking good! I can’t get enough of her sweet juice! Karen thought.
I can feel the worms churning anxiously inside of my belly. I am sure they want to come out. I’ll cum one more time, and then we are moving to the couch.
***
Karen is waving her hips so sensually as I lick her pussy. I can’t believe I’ve never tried this before. Maybe I have always been bisexual and didn’t know about it. Maybe the worm is changing the way I think about sex. Is it possible that these strange creatures are stirring my thoughts? Are they starting to control my mind? I have so many questions.
“You are so good at this. You are going to make me cum.” Karen whispered.
My pussy is twitching so hard and I am feeling dizzy again. I can feel one of the worms squirming up my gullet. I can’t let Karen see it or she is going to freak out for sure. If she runs out of the house and tells the police about my little experiment, I’ll certainly end up in jail.
The worm is coming out of my mouth! It is now or never. I have to let it penetrate Karen’s pussy at once, before she sees it. But my body is shuddering so hard! I am cumming!!
“Please don’t stop! Make me cum. Keep licking my pussy.” Karen pleaded.
It is so hard to think. I am moving almost by instinct. My entire body is jolting violently but I managed to bend my head in the right way. The worm is in! The tip is penetrating Karen’s pussy!
“Yes!! Push that dildo deep inside of me. Make me cum, please.”
It feels so good to be sharing this bliss with someone else. The middle section of the worm had passed through my lips and the tip is anchoring itself on Karen’s cavity. It should divide at any moment!
“I am almost there! I am cumming!” Karen screamed.
The worm broke in half as expected and it is sinking deep inside Karen’s pussy.
I can see her body jolting in climax the same way mine is. Most certainly the worm is saturating her vaginal walls with stimulants.
If I am right, her orgasm should last not seconds but minutes. This will give me time to push the other worm inside of her body.
Karen has stopped talking and I can hear grunting and gasping. She must be feeling exactly like I felt in the lab, when the worm first entered my body. I wish I could see her face right now.
I can imagine how her brain is trying to figure out what’s happening within her pussy. How can a “dildo” provide so much pleasure? If she only knew that her life will never be the same after today. Nothing else will satisfy her like the worms do.
Karen have been twitching out of control for five minutes and it doesn’t seem that she will stop any time soon. I am also on the verge of climax, with my other worm dangling between my legs. It feels so good. I wish I could keep it there for a while longer…
But I know the worm is seeking for a new host. The need to share this mind-blowing pleasure is irresistible. The worms most multiply. It is good for my experiment. It is good for everybody.
I don’t think Karen knows what is really going on. I turned her body sideways on the couch, with her head hanging from the edge, and she didn’t complain at all. She just keeps mumbling that she wants more.
“Open your mouth wide Karen.”
I have noticed that the worm knows exactly where to go, reaching precisely for Karen’s mouth. It must have a clear notion of its surroundings. They are as intelligent as I suspected.
The simple fact that I am pushing another worm into a new host is enough to make me cum. My legs are trembling with orgasmic spasms but I am able to keep my hips in place, letting the creature slide out of my pussy and into Karen’s mouth. I know that, in a short moment, half of it will plunge back into my womb and then it will become whole again, filling me to the limit. This makes me so happy, and so horny.
***
A couple hours have passed. Karen and I are sitting on my couch, talking about the situation. She knows that there is something moving inside of her, but she is not as concerned as I thought she would be. She is looking at me with unfocused eyes, like she is in some kind of trance, and she keeps rubbing her clitoris.
I told her about the experiment, about my research. She barely listened to a word I said. And if she did, she didn’t care at all that there were giants worms growing in her belly. She even had a couple of minor orgasms while I talked. I suspect that these creatures are affecting her brain more than mine. I have to explore that theory.
“It feels so good…. How are you doing this?…” Karen asked with a soft voice.
“I’m not doing anything. It is the worms.”
In any case, I am going to tell her to move in with me for a while. It is going to take a couple of days before the worms regrow to full size. Then I will decide what to do next.
***
Without giving it too much thought, Karen and I called one her friends. We both have worms to share and having one more guest in my house won’t be a problem. Cynthia arrived shortly after. She was a little surprised to see us already naked, waiting for her, but she found this amusing, rather than intimidating. Cynthia will make a perfect host.
“Hi Karen! Hey, you started without me?”
“Hi Cynthia. Come in. You are gonna love this.”
I am so horny that my juices are dripping down my inner thighs. Karen most feel the same way. She is doing a good job covering her belly with her hand to disguise the bumps formed by the stirring worms.
The orgy started with Cynthia licking my pussy. That was all we needed to get her in the right mood. This time I payed attention and saw her eyes losing focus as she swallowed more and more of my fluids mixed with the worms secretions. These little creatures are definitely doing something to our brains. It is not only the aphrodisiac that make us horny. There is something else. I have to investigate this in the near future.
Karen extruded one of the worms from her pussy and shoved into Cynthia’s. She reached climax almost instantly. After that, we owned her. Now she is pushing her other worm into Cynthia’s ass and I am feeding her mine.
I am letting the worm slide out of my mouth and squirm down Cynthia’s throat. I am cumming hard while I do this and so is she.
I can’t explain it, but seeing her eyes roll back into her head as she becomes a new host is getting me more aroused than ever. It provides me with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that I never felt before.
As Karen pushes half of her worm into her friend’s ass, I am just realizing that Cynthia will be the first one to have three worms growing inside of her body. I don’t think this will be a problem. These creatures are very flexible and they will definitely find room inside of her.
But she will be receiving more stimulation than Karen and I, since there will be three full grown worms releasing chemicals inside of her. I wonder how she is going to react.
***
It has been almost two weeks since I shared the first worm with Karen. I am fully aware that this experiment is getting out of control, but I can’t stop. There are five women in my house already and all of us have three worms inside our bodies at all times. Two more women will arrive today. Sooner or later the neighbors will notice that something strange is going on here.
It has become clear to me that the worms are affecting our brains in a way that we stop caring about everything except pleasure and finding new hosts, in order to create more worms.
These creatures are parasites and they are using us to replicate themselves. Why couldn’t I see this before? Have I been so distracted, masturbating and fucking all the time, that I missed it completely? I have to do something to fix this… but first I need to share my worms with somebody.
Courtney, a young skinny woman, came into the bedroom, “Laura, come quickly! There is something going on downstairs.”
“What is it?!”
As I walked down the stairs, I could see something very strange happening in the living room. Tina, another new girl, was lying face-down on the floor and one of her worms was coming out of her mouth. This was to be expected, but oddly enough, she wasn’t extruding the creature into another woman. This had never happened before.
“Laura, you have to see this!” Cynthia said, kneeling beside Tina.
“What’s happening?”
I hurried down to get a closer look. Is it possible that Tina was carrying too many worms? I know that the worms are feeding from us. Maybe they can sense that there is a limit of how many of them one slim body can support.
When I reached the living room, I realized there is something more going on. The worm is not just coming out of Tina’s body because there isn’t enough room. It is merging into a shapeless formation of living tissue that is growing on the floor. I am so confused.
“Where did that come from?” I asked.
“I didn’t tell Tina to do this. She just did.” Cynthia explained that two of Tina’s worms came out of her body a few minutes ago and they merged together, melting into an amorphous creature.
Tina’s third worm was now in the process of joining the others. I am staring at this thing, trying to understand its purpose, and while I do this my pussy is twitching wildly.
This new development is getting me horny as hell and I don’t know why. For the first time since I let the worm squirm into my body, I feel like they are trying to talk to me. I have this ideas popping into my mind seemingly come out of nowhere. They are showing me that my worms, at least the detachable half, most merge with the others. It is impossible to resist them. I must do what they want, so they can make me cum again.
***
So far I have been telling myself that bringing more women and creating more worms is just part of my experiment. But this new and strange fleshy pod changes everything. All the girls, including myself, have an irresistible need to provide more worms for this growing formation. I have no idea what is happening inside of it. I wish I could take it to my lab and make tests, but moving it out of my house is unthinkable. I would never forgive myself if it gets harmed in any way.
I have noticed that some of the girls seem completely enthralled by this pod, which by now is five times larger than two days ago. They spend hours staring at it, motionless, sometimes with drool hanging from their lower lips, as if their minds are gone. I wonder if the worms are talking to them too. Telling them how much pleasure they are going to feel if they obey.
It has been five days since the worms began to merge together and now the pod is huge; one meter tall with a circumference of two meters. All of us are adding new worms to the formation every day and every night. I have groceries delivered to my house very often and we consume them with avidity. The more we eat, the faster the worms grow inside of us. Everybody is in a constant state of arousal, with the next orgasm just around the corner.
I am not sure where this is going but I don’t care anymore. There is nothing more important than taking care of the pod, helping it grow, helping it mature. I suspect than something wonderful is going to happen soon, but I don’t know what it is.
What is going on inside of you?
***
Suddenly, following a loud, squishy sound, an appendage emerged from the top of the pod. At first I thought it was a worm, but immediately became clear that it is something else. Something larger and longer.
Cynthia and I can’t believe what we are seeing. A long tentacle is waving in the air, right in front of us. Its skin is smother than the worms’. It looks like silk. The appendage moves slowly, as if it is sensing its surroundings.
“Oh my God!” Cynthia exclaimed.
“Wow! Look at this!”
We both are staring at it. I am sure that Cynthia is thinking the same thing I am. It looks like a long, fat cock. My pussy is gushing.
***
It has been a couple of hours since the tentacle emerged from the pod and we still don’t know what to do about it. When we try to touch it, it recoils, sinking a few centimeters back into the main bulk before coming out again.
“What is its purpose? It looks so… sexy.” Karen asked.
“I think we should stay close and wait to see what it does.” I responded, trying to hide the fact that I am clueless.
“What if I turn around and bend over like this?”
Cynthia had an idea that is provoking a clear reaction from the tentacle. She turned around offering her ass, and the appendage is slowly bending in her direction, getting closer to her.
“It is working! The tentacle is approaching your body,” I yelled.
“Stay in that position, Cynthia. I think it wants to fuck you!” Karen added excitedly.
Now I am trying to guide it into the right spot and the tentacle is allowing me to touch it. This is wonderful!
***
The tentacle is inside Cynthia’s anal cavity! I thought it was going to fuck her pussy but it went straight to her anus. I don’t know if it just penetrated the first hole available or if it entered her ass with a purpose. Whatever the reason, now it is fucking Cynthia!
“Holly crap! It is going really deep!” Karen stated the obvious.
“Stay put, Cynthia. Let it go as deep as it wants!” I said.
I don’t know how this is possible, but Cynthia must have one meter of the tentacle inside of her body. It is certainly adjusting its size to her inner cavities, in a way that occupies every space available without causing any damage or pain. Her moans clearly show the level of pleasure that she is feeling. This is so exciting!
I wonder what is going to happen to the worms that are still inside of Cynthia. She has half of a worm in her stomach, and probably full grown ones in her ass and her womb.
“How does it feel? I need to know.”
Cynthia is so overwhelmed that she can’t give any answer about her sensations. She is just grunting and making no sense. I guess this is to be expected, considering that the tentacle is still going deeper into her body.
“Another one!” Karen screamed.
I heard the squishy noise again and turned my head just in time to see another tentacle emerging from the pod! It is identical to the first one, but this new one is coming from the side. Karen is standing in front of it and I can see her nipples swelling. I know exactly what she is thinking.
***
Karen is on her knees, swallowing the tentacle, and it is sinking way beyond her throat into her esophagus. She is rubbing her pussy frantically, so I assume that the tentacles also have the same aphrodisiac properties of the worms. After all, the pod is made of worms. This is so crazy.
First worms replicating, now tentacles. What is next?
***
I need to figure out what is the purpose of these tentacles. It can’t be that they emerged just to provide pleasure for us, although, they are doing a pretty good job at it. There are four tentacles now and they are busy all day and all night.
When one of us can’t take any more, or pass out from sheer exhaustion, there is always another woman waiting for her turn.
I have made peace with the fact that my experiment is irrelevant now. It doesn’t matter if I never find the formula to stop aging. All I want is to have the pod’s tentacle inside of me. It is the only way that I feel satisfied; that I feel complete.
But there is something that worries me. Since the tentacles started fucking us, there are no more worms coming out of our bodies. I have a theory for this. Maybe our worms are merging with the tentacles the same way they merged with the pod.
Not only that, I also think that the tentacles are absorbing all the waste they can find inside our bodies. The pod is feeding from us!
The problem is that the pod is not growing any more! And even worse, the worms are not replicating themselves. Something is wrong! Do I need to bring more females? Has the pod reached maturity and it won’t get any bigger? I have so many questions.
But many of those questions were answered that same afternoon. Cynthia is telling me that she felt the tentacle getting thicker a few times. She never felt that before. Now she has an odd sensation in her belly.
“Something is different,” Cynthia said.
I had seen my abdomen bulge here and there while the tentacle writhes savagely inside of me, but I am looking at Cynthia’s belly now and this is certainly not the same.
I am touching Cynthia’s belly and I can feel them! A few distinctive bumps inside of Cynthia’s womb, as if she was being filled with eggs. That’s it! This is why the worms are not replicating themselves anymore. They created the pod, now the pod is creating eggs. This is a much effective way of reproduction.
“There it goes again,” Cynthia said, “It is pushing somethin…uggh… inside of me!”
“It feels like an egg!”
There are at least three eggs inside Cynthia’s belly. This is amazing!
Kneeling beside Karen, I can see a segment of the tentacle bloating while the large egg pass through. It is gliding slowly, as the tentacle contracts and expands, squeezing it forward.
“It is going to make me cum! One more and I’ll cum,” Karen whispered.
“I can see another one sliding towards you!,” I said.
“I can’t fit more inside of me. I am stuffed to the limit. I’m going to cum!” Cynthia yelled.
Touching the egg through the tentacle’s skin, gives me a better idea of its size, and it is huge! Almost as big as an ostrich’s! I can only imagine how it must feel to have it passing between my pussy lips.
I wonder why they are so big. The baby worm growing inside must be big too.
***
Cynthia’s belly is huge now. She looks like a pregnant woman. Maybe, in a way, she is. Cynthia is carrying the babies of the worm’s pod, like a living incubator.
“Wow! You must have a least five eggs inside of you.”
Tina is also being fucked by one tentacle but she doesn’t seem to be receiving any eggs in her womb. This is weird. Maybe the pod doesn’t have enough yet. I can’t wait for my turn.
Oh God! The tentacle is pulling out of Cynthia’s pussy and I can see one of the eggs protruding between her legs. It is slipping to the floor! Cynthia is the middle of climax and I don’t think she is even aware of it. I have to save the egg!
“Cynthia! There is one egg coming out of your pussy!”
I reached out just in time to catch it! The egg is not only big, it is heavy too.
***
I held the egg against a bright light and I can clearly see a little worm squirming inside of it. My pussy is twitching so hard just thinking about having my womb stuffed with worm’s eggs. I want to incubate them with the heat of my body.
“I must have six or seven of those in my belly. It feels wonderful!” Cynthia said, standing beside me.
“I can see it! I can see a small worm wiggling inside!”
“This is not fair,” Karen exclaimed, “The pod only pushed two eggs inside of me. Why is that?”
“My theory is that the pod is still in the process of creating new eggs. Sooner or later, our bellies will be full like Cynthia’s.”
The worms are definitely changing their reproduction method into something a lot more effective. I had never seen something like this in the animal world. We all must contribute to this task. We must help them reproduce and see what comes next.
***
Only 24 hours later, Cynthia is certain that her babies are coming out. Why would the pod use her as an incubator for only one day. It doesn’t make sense.
“Are you sure the babies are coming out? It is too soon!” I asked.
“I am completely sure,” Cynthia responded, “I can feel one of them moving down my vaginal cavity.”
I can see fluid gushing from her pussy. This liquid most be coming from the broken eggs.
Two little worms are now protruding from Cynthia’s pussy, competing with each other to get out first. They look exactly like the big worms, only half the size.
“God! You are right. Two of them are coming out!”
I can see Cynthia’s legs shivering. She must be on the verge of climax. It is totally understandable. My pussy is dripping wet just by looking at this wonderful event.
Since the tentacles absorbed the worms that lived inside of me, the foreign images that popped into my mind showing me what to do, are gone. I am not sure what to do with these little newborn worms.
“What am I supposed to do with you?,” I asked the little worm that I am holding in the palm of my hand, “I am guessing that your are hungry. I only know one way to feed you.”
My whole body shivers while I push the little worm inside of me. I have the sensation that I am not supposed to do this. This doesn’t feel right. I am so confused.
“Maybe you can show me what should I do. Please burrow into my womb and talk to me.”
I shoved three little worms inside of me, all in my pussy, and they settled cozily within my womb. They feel wonderful as they squirm and churn, but there are no images popping into my head yet. I only have this odd feeling of restlessness. I can’t be in one place for too long.
***
“He is doing it! He is pushing more eggs inside of me!” Karen exclaimed.
It is clear that the pod has developed more eggs and right now it is pushing some of them inside Karen’s pussy, completing the job it started earlier. She looks properly pregnant now. Karen is referring to the pod as “he”. Maybe I should do the same.
This irresistible need I have to move around, was the key to develop a new theory about the purpose of the eggs. It is so obvious. I don’t know why I couldn’t see it before.
“I think I know why the eggs are hatching so fast!”
The pod wants to use our bodies as portable incubators. I am sure that they could hatch here in my house without our help, but they want to hatch somewhere else. The pod wants us to disperse its offspring as far away as possible. Everything makes sense now.
“I could go to my place and give birth there,” Karen said between moans.
“Yes, but we could also go farther way, to another city, or another country at the other side of the planet.”
As I think about hundreds of worms providing endless joy to women around the world, my pussy can’t stop twitching. This is exactly what we are supposed to do.
***
Karen is ready to go back to her place and deliver the new worms there. She is going to give birth to seven or eight baby creatures in a couple of days. Karen has to make sure that they all find new hosts, so they can grow safely and eventually reproduce.
The little worms that I placed inside of me are growing very fast. I have instructed Karen to do the same, but one worm at a time. Then share it with another woman when the time is right.
“Make sure that nobody sees you when you arrive home, Karen. There is no easy way to explain your pregnancy.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of my little babies. Very soon they will be replicating themselves inside a beautiful, healthy woman.”
It makes me sad that I won’t be there to witness such a wonderful event, but I have to stay here guarding the worm’s pod.
I have to make sure that all the girls are carrying eggs and everyone goes to a different location. I am sending Courtney to California. I have selected a small, quite hotel where she can give birth and follow my detailed instructions.
“What do I do when I get there?” Courtney asked.
“You stay in the room until the baby worms hatch and emerge from your body. Then you know what to do.”
It is so obvious that Courtney is having a difficult time focusing on anything other than sex, but I am confident that her instinct to protect her babies will kick in when it is needed.
The girls’ loud moans and the squelching sounds of the tentacles squirming within their bodies are making it difficult for me to concentrate as well. But I will have more wonderful orgasms soon enough.
***
I have lost count of how many women have come into my house and left with their wombs completely stuffed with eggs. With the help of my worm-sisters, I moved the pod to the second floor. Here, hidden in my room, it will be completely out of view from prying neighbors.
“Deeper please. I want more!” A nameless young woman whispered beside me on the bed.
It has been several weeks since I injected myself and let the first worm burrow into my body. That was the moment when my life truly began. Now something different is happening. The pod extruded a massive tentacle, twice as large as the others. It called for me, not with words but with feelings. I reached climax just by seeing it.
Like a robot programmed to obey without question, I laid in bed and waited for penetration. I climaxed again when it touched my pussy lips and haven’t stopped cumming since. My body is being stretched to the limit, allowing the huge tentacle to settle inside my womb… and inside of my soul.
I have been like this for two full days and can’t get enough. Is this how I am going to spend the rest of my life? I can only hope.
I can’t explain it, but I sense that my entire body is becoming an alien entity. It is not possible to feel so much pleasure for such a long time without suffering the consequences. Yet it seems like I could go on forever, being ravished by a tentacle two times thicker than my own arm. Even more strange is that I don’t feel it fucking only my pussy. It feels like it is fucking every cell of my body. This is heaven!
***
I understand everything now. I have been chosen to be the center of a new era. We will bring unending bliss to the entire world and by doing so, we will conquer it. The worms will rule this land, the same way they rule my mind and my body. I am the worm.
The end.
Author’s note: There is a graphic (CGI) version of this story.