Worms

We found the old abandoned laboratory deep in the swamp and what a wonderful thing it turned out to be. It was an old military base that was experimenting with weaponizing insects. They grew them big and made them attracted to human pheromones so they could be planted in enemy countries to weak havoc.

The problem was that insects don't recognize borders and kept migrating back to the swamp where they had been hatched. It was so bad the program got itself shut down, but good for us local girls when we found it.

It was Cher who heard about it from her grandad and she told us stories about bugs fucking girls and filling them full of eggs.

"Did they die?" I asked her as our little sisterhood sat around on a Saturday getting high.

"No, Sarah." Cher said, "They got pregnant and birthed the larvae."

"Larvae?" Sadie asked.

"Baby bugs." Cher told us, "From what grandad said, the girls were fine after they birthed and all of them said it was the best sex they ever had."

"Sign me up." I said and laughed.

"Grandpa said even being pregnant felt good for the girls." Cher smiled her little naughty smile, "He said all the troops would fuck them when their bellies were full of eggs and the girls just came and came and came and so did the soldiers."

"Oh for sure sign me up." I laughed again.

So we searched for the old military lab.

It took us three weekends to find it and when we did we were taken by surprise; the bugs swarmed us and all five of us came up pregnant with bug eggs in our bellies. We were so horny when we got home that Cher and me had to book off sick from work and played with each other until we birthed. The other girls just tucked themselves up alone because they didn't work and masturbated like mental patients until they too birthed. The strange thing was all the time we were pregnant with bug eggs growing in our bellies we never got hungry or thirsty. The bugs had filled us all the nutrients we needed.

Next time we gathered there were more of us because some of the girls couldn't keep their mouths shut. The new ones had seen the result of our visit and wanted to be part of it. We talked about it and decided that we'd keep it to ourselves for fear if word got out the authorities might destroy the base and steal all that pleasure from us.

We became a secretive little sex cult.

Bug days are wonderful. Most girls discovered their favourite bugs and stuck with them. There were bugs that flew, bugs that crawled, little bugs and big bugs. There were bugs that fucked you deep, bugs that fucked you slow; fucked your cunt, fucked your ass, fucked your throat, sometimes both at the same time.

Cher liked the big blue bees that fucked her ass and a second that fucked her throat. She did them in the swamp that had fat leeches that sucked her tits while she did it. She loved the eggs hatching in her stomach and bowels and the larvae that slithered out of her bum five days later.

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Me? My favourite bugs are actually long fat worms. They live in a wet concrete bunker on the base and they work me hard for days. I go with all the other girls on bug days and am left there in my terrible ecstasy until I'm picked up the next week. I'm carried back to my bed delirious and exhausted and squirm in fever dreams as my body heals and I grow hungry and horny once more.

There's enough worm juice left inside my belly to sustain me between bug days.

I no longer eat human food.

My first time with the worms scared me half to death. They didn't just sex me up, they raped me. I screamed when I felt them deep in my belly, rearranging my internal organs, connecting all my systems together in an interconnected web. My first invasion transformed me into a worm broodmare. When my orgasms began I'd never felt anything so invasive or ecstatic in my life. Even my tits swelled and ejaculated milk in orgasmic convulsions while ovum filled my stomach, grew, and hatched to spew from my loosened cunt.

Now I go willingly to my worms, wearing a nightie to cover my changed body; the flat sagged bags of my tits with large open milk ducts on my leathery nipples; the stretch marks across my belly and crotch; the loose flaps of my cunt; my permanently prolapsed cervix and uterus.

My body is ugly now. Ugly to humans but perfect for my worms and the bliss they give me.

As I descend into the worms' cellar I can smell them; hormonal and musky like an exotic alien soil, and the smell starts me dripping and makes my gullet feel hollow and needy, and I am hungry; my stomach gurgling, wanting to be filled with their juice and eggs.

The worms lay coiled in their corner, the babies I birthed the week before gone now into the swamp to breed with other creatures. Cher says she's seen those grown up babies breed with alligators and other critters and being bred leaves them bloated and drowned. I'm the only broodmare who survives and comes back for more again and again.

I sit cross-legged on the floor facing the tangle of fat worms, feeling my prolapse cooling on the concrete. When the worms stir and slither toward me, I crawl toward them on hands and knees with my open, watering mouth wide.

It's my stomach they want and my gullet is the sex organ they use to penetrate me, and dear god does it feel good. I close my eyes as the fat worm slides past my lips and over my tongue to press down on its root then wriggle wetly down my gullet to my stomach. I gag and heave around it already feeling my first orgasm percolating in my belly. Then comes the quick undulation down my throat as the first gush of watery yellow semen pulses my stomach to make it round and tight in my core.

My belly now primed for eggs, I roll on my side and feel that sweet orgasmic rush from the root of my tongue to my prolapsed uterus and cervix, and with it the tingling in my flappy tits and the puckering of my nipples. My body is getting ready to be filled with life to gestate and birth once more.

A small worm slides through a nostril and down my gullet to keep my airway open as I'm bred. Then I feel the large one that has impaled me from lips to belly start to quiver, then comes the gushing in my stomach; an effervescent bubbling as it fills my belly with eggs that will travel everywhere inside me as they grow and hatch.

It will alternate between gushes of semen juices and eggs for the next six days, leaving me addled and helpless, a breeding whore in its lair.

My strong orgasms begin as the fertilized eggs travel through my altered belly; my stomach, bowels, kidneys, and bladder, and once hatched and growing they will make their way to my uterus, cervix, and cunt to be birthed on the slimy floor of the chamber.

Hormones flood my body as the eggs are fertilized and swell, and with that flood comes the endless rolling orgasms. My altered body is rewarding me for becoming a worm-birthing machine. The orgasms aren't like the pale human kind that convulse only my cunt, but whole body rushes of ecstasy that crash inside me like storm waves hitting a beach.

The hatching eggs move inside my belly; the squirming baby worms touching everything inside me as they wriggle in search of my uterus, and when they gush from my loose cunt they come in waves that send convulsive ripples through my core to my watering mouth.

By sunset on the first day of my breeding cycle, my flappy tits are engorged with milk, round and aching and orgasmic as they spew milk from a single milk duct on each of my puckered leathery nipples; milk that no child will taste.

Some of the bug girls come back during the week to watch me in my cellar, but no matter how often they watch me squirming in unrelenting sexual torture, they are afraid. Cher tells me they all think doing this week after week will kill me. But the level of orgasmic ecstasy being a broodmare for these worms gives me every other week, I'd rather die than give it up.

And when I die, I hope it's as a fresh brood is gushing from my cunt and my tits squirt milk like fountains.

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