Womb Wigglers

I did their commercial, got paid and given a lifetime supply of their peculiar product.

I was a young college student and needed the cash and they were looking for a wholesome, fresh face. I was skeptical at first, doubting that the wigglers could be real and thinking it was just another sex toy.

Boy, was I wrong.

They filmed me playing with the knotted dildo from the wiggler 'pregnancy kit', and promised it would only be seen by registered users; only the birthing would be in the commercial.

At first I couldn't stop giggling, but when I got the knot inside and felt the pointed tip opening my cervix an orgasm started to build in my belly. The dildo started squirming inside me on its own; grinding my g-spot, filling me like no cock ever had, deeper than any cock ever had. And when it gushed inside me I came hard. I could feel the eggs plopping into my womb and becoming a real presence in my belly.

I was shocked that the wigglers were real and more shocked that I'd just been impregnated with a non-human species that had been lab grown from spliced DNA.

"It's like experiencing a wonderful pregnancy in just three days." they told me, "And cumming while you do it."

They'd arranged the oviposition to take place over a long weekend, because the wigglers only take three days to gestate. Feeling the eggs pop open and begin to grow as they squirmed and wiggled inside me gave me constant rolling orgasms all weekend. I was cared for; fed, bathed, massaged, and pampered as I had orgasms both awake and in my bizarre sexual dreams.

It was the most orgasmic weekend of my life so far. Little did I know that there was so much more to come.

Come Monday, they spruced me up and fed me Redbull to help me be sharp and cheerful. Dressed only in underpants with sweet sexual cramps rolling inside my belly, they filmed me birthing. In post production they edited out my grunts and moans as the wigglers emerged from my womb to slither through my pussy and over my clit inside my underpants. By the birth of the third and last one I was squirming on the floor in belly-clenching orgasms.

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I was spent and exhausted, my belly feeling hollow and craving to be filled with life again. I missed two days of classes recovering and masturbating in my dorm room like a mad thing remembering my wonderful ordeal.

I went back the next weekend and they showed me the finished commercial. It was tasteful erotic fun without being slutty or crude. But it didn't capture the overwhelming pleasure of the process.

"We'll leave it up to the viewers to fill in those blanks." the producer said.

They paid me and told me I could start my lifetime subscription any time.

I started right away, and since then they faithfully deliver their product every Wednesday.

Now I go to classes from Tuesdays to Thursdays. On Thursday nights I fuck myself with wiggler kits and cum as I feel the gush of eggs inside my womb. I use three kits at a time now to make my belly tight when they hatch Friday morning.

Friday night I go to the bars where boys look to pick up college girls. I usually sit near a table of two or three of them, because like my wigglers, I want more than one to take me home and fuck me.

Most times they recognize me from that commercial.

"Hey, you're that wiggler girl."

"Yes I am." I say and turn to show them the small bulge low in my belly, tight under my skirt.

"You have wigglers inside you right now?"

"Nine of them." I say, "Are you and your friends up for gang banging me all weekend?"

"That's what you want?"

"Fuck yeah." I say, "You'll feel them wiggling when you fuck me."

They always take me home and I encourage them to invite other friends to make it an orgy.

I sink into a sexual fugue as my three day marathon fucking begins. I take cocks in my puss or bumhole, it doesn't matter to me because hormones from the wigglers keep both loose and well lubricated. I feel the boys cumming as they fuck me, but my orgasms are constant as my wigglers grow fat in my expanding womb. Cocks and wigglers constantly grinding my g-spot, cramping my belly, pressing on my bladder so I pee almost constantly.

And on the third day I like to ride cocks anally with my thighs wide open as sweet labour pains grip my belly and the boys gather to watch me birth the wigglers as I'm taking a cock up my bum.

I've taken on so many boys and even some girls who were into fisting. I've had the football team three times, but swore off them for becoming degrading the third time. No boys, you don't own me when I'm full of wigglers, but you can fuck me as long as you want. Even being spit roasted with a cock in my puss or bum and another ploughing deep in my gullet is orgasmic; the gagging and heaving just adding to my intense pleasure.

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I even enjoy my walk of shame as I make my way back to my dorm room, my puss and bumhole still loose and oozing, my belly sagged and soft, and my arousal still simmering in the swollen meat of my womb. Four days of kegel clenches and sit-ups gets me back in shape for the next weekend's adventures.

Womb Wigglers are a girl's best friend, and my endless joy.