Amazonian Womb Worms Ch. 06-07

Chapter 6

Womb Feeder, Jizz Eater?

Bliss. A euphoric, drunken haze of bliss more intense than what I've felt the last few days greets me as soon as I wake up. Like, it's so overpowering, I legit wake up already smiling. Maybe that's because I was super-hot last night and chose to sleep naked, so this super intense body high has been making these sheets feel so fucking good against my skin, like I'm being caressed all over my body. Not only does it feel like I double dosed an opioid and chugged three margaritas, I'm so horny that my body feels tense and hungry for a good fucking from a well-endowed man, not fingers or even the vibrator I desperately want to grab.

Dick. I need real dick. I need dick more than I ever have in my entire life.

Seriously, the urge to get fucked is more overwhelming now than it ever has been in my sexually active years--more overwhelming than it has been since my womb got invaded by this worm.

"Fuck it, I'm going texting my ex," I groan as I stretch.

Chad is an asshole--that's why we broke up a few months ago after he cheated on me the second time--but he's the best lay of my life, and he's hung like a horse. Ever since graduation, whenever I'm feeling alone, I text him, and he always comes over to satisfy me, even if he's seeing someone. Of course, I never know he's in a relationship until after we've already hooked up.

As I'm reaching for my phone, I feel something cold, wet, and gooey between my thighs and against my vulva. Whatever it is makes a sticky, squishy sound below. When I lift the bedsheet, I find a glob of milky, thick syrup pooled between my legs.

Maybe sleeping naked while I'm constantly oozing wasn't the best idea. Suddenly, the sweetest aroma wafts into my nose from under the sheet. Wow, that smells almost like warm sugar... Is it the slime that smells like that? I dip my finger into the cold, thickened syrup between my thighs then I sniff it.

"Holy shit, it is the slime!"

As I'm sucking the sweet, nutty viscousness from my finger, Sable hops up on the bed panting and starts licking my fingers before slobbering my face.

Sweet fucking wow! His tongue feels so good against my skin! I wrap my arms around him and pull him in to hug him like I do every morning when he greets me, my skin tingling as his fur brushes against me. When the sensation of his fur on my skin gets me too riled up, I gently push him away, pull the covers back over me, and snap for him to get off the bed. Sable backs away, but he doesn't jump off. Nope, he just shoves his snout between my sheet-covered thighs and starts sniffing loudly.

In the corner of my eye, I see a flash of pink between his legs. Don't tell me that's... As the thought crosses my mind, he crawls over my legs and his red rocket comes into view right as something clear drips off the tip of it. Yup... my dog has an erection... There's got to be pheromones or something in this slime because he sniffs my crotch all the time and never gets boners...

The longer I stare at Sable's erection, the more an overwhelming urge to have dick in me overcomes me--not his, obviously, but a human's, because I'm not some depraved weirdo.

My hand finds its way between my legs and my middle finger slips into my tightness while my thumb works my clit. I need dick... I think I've always needed dick, not fingers...

"Maybe that's why I keep getting so fucking horny," I moan quietly to myself as I climb out of bed, "because the worm is making me aroused so I can have actual sex, not just masturbate..." Sable jumps out of bed then trots behind me on the way to the bedroom door, shoving his nose against my ass before I steer his head away. "You're staying out here, mister," I say to my dog as I nudge him out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It's only after I turned around that I realized I've dripped a slug trail of Uteroboscis slime from my bed to my door. God damnit, I think, cupping my hand over my vagina before heading to my walk-in closet.

Aside from my curved, five-inch vibrator, the closest thing I have to an actual dick in my apartment is one of those realistic squirting dildos--the kind that comes with a tube and syringe attachment so you can make the sex toy ejaculate lube. Or obscene amounts of fake semen, like camgirls tend to do. After Claire took me out to get shitfaced the Friday following my breakup with Chad, I'd drunkenly ordered it online, my rational being, 'oh, hey, I don't have to keep pulling out the dildo to lube it if I get one that can just pump lube into me.' Funnily enough, I never even used the thing, and now that I'm about to finally unbox it, I don't even need to fill the syringe with lube because my pussy is perpetually slimy.

After clicking on the light in the walk-in closet, I kneel in the middle of the floor and rummage around for the squirting dildo with one hand while the other stays cupped between my legs to keep what's dripping out of me from getting all over the carpet. Seconds later, as I'm moving a shoe box out of the way, my pussy throbs with need. Now, all I can think about is fingering myself to the edge of orgasm and keeping myself there until I can find this girthy dildo and finish myself off with it. The more I think about it, the more I drift off into a trance. The fantasy becomes so vivid, I actually begin to feel the phantom pleasure of my fingers pumping in and out of me. I can even hear the gushy squelching of my sopping hole being pleasured and feel the warm ooze overflowing in my hand.

It's only when an orgasm starts to build that my glazed over, unblinking eyes wander from the boxed dildo I've finally found to my crotch so I can figure out how that's possible without stimulation. That's when I realize that it wasn't a fantasy, I've actually been fingering myself this whole time.

Shit, the carpet, I think, looking from my slimy hand to the glob of clear sludge pooled between my knees. When did I even start masturbating?

Even though I'm telling myself to stop so I don't make more of a mess of my carpet, my idle hand continues pleasuring my pussy from the closet all the way to the bed, and I continue doing so while I remove the dildo from the box with one hand. The only reason I get myself to stop is because I desperately need to replace my fingers with this girthy, veiny, eight-inch-long phallus, like, now.

It's almost as though this womb worm's chemical cocktail has me trapped in a hazy, dreamlike trance of sexual heat where I can only spectate while my unconscious desires pilot my body.

"Oh fuck," I moan as the dildo glides into my tightness, filling me and stretching all the way until it bottoms out. After pulling it all the way out and plunging it all the way back in, a wave of sweet release washes over me. "Yes," I moan. "This... This is what I need. Ooh-aaah!"

That's why I feel like I just keep getting hornier and hornier... Because I need to be fucked by a cock--because the parasite needs a something from a cock. Maybe it needs something from a mammal's semen to sustain itself or trigger the next stage of its lifecycle... Or maybe if the Uteroboscis gets cum, it will leave...

I picture that it's Chad fucking me instead of this dildo, and then I imagine him finishing in me like he used to, drawing out the Uteroboscis once and for all. "There's no way I'm letting Chad cum in me," I pant out.

I'm not letting any man ejaculate in me.

Well, then how else are you going to find out if semen is what I need to get this thing out of me, go to a breeder and buy animal semen?

For some reason, the image of Sable pops into my mind, which then makes me think back to the summer after my junior year of college when I did this summer job at the dog breeding kennel where I got him from.

Collecting semen from the dogs so I could evaluate it for motility, concentration, and morphology was a part of my job duties, so it's not like it'd be weird if I were to collect a sample from my dog to use it for the scientific purposes of studying this Uteroboscis... Especially if it might lead to getting this thing out of me. I look over at the detached syringe and tube on the bed beside me. I could totally just load the semen sample into the syringe and, after the worm wiggles out of my cervix following an orgasm, I can squirt it into the worm's head with this dildo.

Right before an orgasm strikes, I pull the dildo out and lay there panting while I seriously consider carrying the idea out.

It wouldn't be some weird sexual thing. It'd just be an experiment, and nothing more. A onetime extraction and a one-time insemination. That's it. Best case scenario: the worm leaves your womb. Worse case: you squirt animal semen into your vagina for nothing and you carry the memory with you forever.

"It's not like there aren't people out there who drink bull semen and stuff like that," I whisper to myself as my hand slides the dildo back into me on its own accord.

I visualize myself walking out of the bedroom and grabbing a 100 mL mason jar from the cabinet before kneeling beside Sable. Then, all I'd have to do is hold him gently behind his bulbus glandis while he deposits his semen in the jar, just like I used to do in the lab multiple times a week for an entire summer.

It's only after I actually feel Sable's imaginary tail whack me in the face that I snap out of my hypnotic trance and I realize I'm not visualizing the process, I'm actually doing it!

"Wait..." I whisper to myself, removing my hand from behind my dog's knot as I stare in confusion at the twenty or so milliliters of runny, almond milk-looking liquid sloshing around in the mason jar. "What the hell am I doing?" I rise from the kneeling position and hurry back to my room.

How long was I out there? And when the heck did I even get out of bed? I stare out through the cracked bedroom door, watching Sable lap up slime from the floor. At least I had enough sense not to do anything inappropriate with my dog, I think, shutting the door. Probably because I didn't imagine it first.

After crawling back in bed, I stare at the mason jar in my hand for a moment before glancing over at the tubing and the syringe that are lying beside the slime-coated dildo. "Are you really about to do this, Lena?"

If the worm gets semen, it might leave you.

By the time the thought has finished crossing my mind, I've somehow already sucked up the contents of the mason jar into the syringe, filling it to the 22 mL mark. That's when the immediate need for sweet relief strikes, making my pussy throb and my body tremble with anxious arousal. Like, it legit feels like I might explode if I don't get dicked-down immediately. It's so bad, it becomes a shaky-handed scramble to get this dildo hooked up to the syringe. One end of the tube gets affixed to the syringe's nozzle then the other gets pushed into the hole between the testicles and the suction cup.

My chest heaves like mad as I lay back and spread my legs. As soon as the dildo glides between my folds, I buck into it then thrust my pelvis up to the ceiling. "Ahhhh!" I cry out as I impale myself with the toy. A half-laugh, half-whimper escapes me as soon as the tip batters my cervix.

My squishy hole gushes loudly as I toy myself with desperate haste, pumping it in and out of me faster than I've ever masturbated with anything before. In a matter of seconds, a brain-scrambling an orgasm explodes between my legs. My vaginal walls contract rhythmically around the dildo like a spasming fist. It's so powerful, my vision goes blurry before my eyes roll into the back of my head. Soon after, I feel the worm bulge its way down into the cervical hole.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moan as the Uteroboscis throbs hard inside of my cervix, almost in sync with my contracting vagina. "OOH! OOOH!" I scream even louder when I feel the sweet discomfort of the worm's girthy head breaching into my vagina with a slippery pop of a sensation, triggering a uterine contraction that I feel all across my body.

Before I even have a chance to ask myself if I really want to do this, my trembling right hand has already depressed the syringe's plunger about halfway down, sending a jet of still-warm semen spraying the cervical flesh stretched around the worm's head.

What am I doing?

Suddenly, the worm begins throbbing harder and faster in my cervix like the heart of a startled animal, writhing excitedly like a happy dog's tail.

If the Uteroboscis gets cum, it will leave, I think, emptying the last ten milliliters of semen into my vagina.

When the orgasm begins subsiding, I slowly pull the dildo out of me, hoping that the Uteroboscis will follow it. As the tip is nearing the exit, I feel something long and soft dragging against the top of my vagina. That's when I quickly sit up and look down. As soon as the tip of the dildo leaves my hole with a sticky pop, I see it. The worm's pulsating proboscis is right up against the tip of the dildo and there are branches webbed around the tip of the sex toy.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. Don't tell me this thing's proboscis is inside the dildo's ejaculation tube... Is that what it'd do to an actual bare cock?

I pull the white tube, tugging it slowly until it leaves the dildo. When I let it go, the proboscis just falls toward the bed, only to suck back into my pussy in the blink of an eye like a slurped spaghetti noodle. But the worm doesn't slither out of me like I'd hoped, it just starts writing and pulling itself back up into my uterus.

Shit...

Now that my orgasm has completely tapered off, the sexual fever that had me in a perpetual trance also fades. My eroded euphoria is immediately replaced with clarity that is accompanied by this intense shame and regret from having inseminated myself with animal semen.

I did that because of a little voice in my head that said, "You need dick, not fingers. The worm needs cum or it won't leave you." That one thought popped into my head then, the next thing I know, I blacked out, milked my dog then pumped his spunk into me--all for what? Nothing, because the worm is still inside me...

"The deed is done," I say with a sigh.

All I can do now is focus on all the pleasant throbbing and squirming going on inside of my womb.

In the hours after the failed insemination experiment, the euphoria did dimmish enough for me to feel more clearheaded than masturbation alone did. I don't know if the ravenous arousal has faded because the worm got what it needed and cut down on producing arousal hormones or if the guilt over what I did has stifled the unyielding libido.

As noon rolls around, I start feeling a little weak, despite having a large breakfast. My hands and feet feel a bit cold too. The last time I felt this way was when I had a really heavy period my sophomore year of college. Normally, I'd just take some iron, eat some spinach and call it a day. But since I have this creature in me, I think it's best to go to the doctor to get some blood work done. Hemoglobin counts aside, I'm curious to see if they can detect any elevated hormones that might give me an idea of what this parasite has been pumping into me.

But before I go to the doctor, I'm going to pop by the university to drop off the refrigerated sample of this worm's milky slime with my friend Nicole Owens who's in the PhD biochemistry program over at Jacksonville University. I told her before I left that if I found any interesting samples in the Amazon, I'd bring it back for her to run chemical analyses on, so I texted her last night that I found something I wanted her to test.

My text read: I got exposed to something down in the forest that made me feel euphoric and happy and kind of turned on, so I'm going to need you to screen the sample for hormones, toxins, and alkaloids.

Nicole: Turned on? Um... Is this something from a plant? Can I have some? LOL!

Me: Haha I wish it was a plant! It was slime from a bug that I accidentally ingested, so you don't want it.

Nicole: Yeah, you're right. That's gross, so I don't want it anymore hahaha. Stop by the lab around 1:00 tomorrow, k?

It's a good thing that I scooped slime from my vagina into a mason jar last night after my masturbation session because, if I did it today, the sample would be contaminated with dog semen, and that'd be super hard to explain...

Chapter 7

Endless Estrus

After dropping off my goo jar with Nicole, I hang around chatting with her for a bit about the expedition to the Amazon. Our chat gets cut short when I start to feel a little dizzy and I almost topple over while I'm standing in the hall with her.

The wait at my doctor's clinic isn't long, so I pretty much get called back to see her. I tell her how I've been feeling woozy and elated and tired, answer a few questions about my trip, then she takes my blood. On the way out of the doctor's office, the euphoria and body high begin to intensify again. And, during the drive back to the restaurant that I'm going to pick up food from, I get super fucking horny.

"Not again," I groan, rubbing my pussy over my shorts while I drive in hopes that it'll take the edge off.

It doesn't. My cunt just throbs and aches with frustrated need, like it's begging for something big to plow in and out of it hard.

As soon as I pull into a spot in the far end of the restaurant's parking lot, I unbuckle my pants and slip my hand into my panties then I masturbate while I text Chad.

Me: I just got back from two weeks of no sex in the Amazon Rainforest and I could really use a lay...

I lay my head back and close my eyes while I finger my gushing hole hard and fast. The squelching, squishy sound is louder than my radio's music.

My phone buzzes in my other hand right as the climax starts to build.

Chad: Damn, I was just thinking about you, Lena. And you know I'd be more than happy to help you with your dry spell. My place or urs?

Me: I'll come to you. Picking up food from our old spot. Want anything?

Chad: Riverside? If so, you should know haha.

Me: Wings and loaded cheese fries ;).

Chad: Nobody knows me like you, gorgeous.

Riverside Bar & Grille is the college bar everyone from Jacksonville University went to after they turned twenty-one because it was right on campus by the water. It's was also the first stop for my twenty first this past February. It's also usually the place where people flock to right after class on a Friday. Since today is Friday, and since it's currently happy hour, this place is already pretty busy.

My womb's occupant twirls and slithers as I approach the open stool by the bar. To my right, there's a loud, drunk blonde. To my left, there's a rather handsome guy with long sandy brown hair sipping a beer while he watches the game. And the moment I look at him, I can't seem to look away.

Strong jaw line. Muscular arms. Long healthy hair that I just want to rake my hands through. Big hands. And big hands equals big cock, so... His cock in me right here in this bar's bathroom.

"Hey," he says with a big bright smile when he catches me drooling.

I grin, fighting the urge to rub my pussy at the thought of letting this stranger take me. "Hello!"

"You eyeing my beer, missy?" Smirking, he arches a brow.

"Yeah, let's go with that." I giggle, giving him a wink.

"Hm..." he hums, his grin widening. "If I buy you a beer, will you tell me what you were really staring at?"