Wait for Stacy

As Alex's erection began to fade he felt the parasites will in the back of his consciousness. He felt the need to keep fucking in his soul, no it was a need to reproduce. The thought beset him with a surge of terror. His mind reeled with images of his body fucking a pregnant Stacy with a massive worm prick, while his scrotum teemed with slithering movement. He feared the chaos, the wild abandon, but a part of him was massively turned on. He could visualize Stacy moaning with pleasure and squirting rivers of cum with each thrust. Alex knew that he should feel horrible about these dangerous fantasies, but he was titillated to an ****.

Now he needed Stacy's body, more than he needed anyone in his life. These worms had changed his body and mind, but he was beginning to love it. Maybe they aren't parasites, but symbiotes, he thought. I need to protect them, I need to protect myself. I need to tie up Lina, if she runs away it could be bad for us.

Alex went into the kitchen to get some tape from the junk drawer. He began by taping the sleeping girl's mouth shut, when she didn't stir he rolled her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Gently, he laid her back on the cum strewn coffee table, and bound her to it with the rugged tape. Her lithe form spread elegantly on the faux wood, her tight belly stretched in a scintillating way. Lina's legs hung over one end, bent at the knee and Alex taped her ankles to the legs of the table. Alex reveled in his work, she was now his prisoner, his toy. She could make more slugs, but would need time to recover.

"Now do I need to lay a trap for Stacy, or I could just try seduce her?" he said