I drag myself towards the decoy

With tears in my eyes, I claw my way towards the cooking brain. My dick wouldn't stop twitching ans spurting cum, which staines my legs and chest.

The baby inside me was chirping, and I began chirping too.

"I-I-I am sorry, baby, it's, it's..." (I took a breath, I desperately needed oxygen or I would pass out) "It's time to leave my womb. YOUR womb...your...your..."

I made it to the electric plate with the sizzling meat. Its scent was venturing inside my nostrils (maybe the brain worm could already sense it?).

The parasite chewed on another set of nerves, causing me to jolt and burst into another squir of cum.

Every fiber of my being wanted to give up, to die in this absolute bliss. But it couldn't happen. Not yet, at least. I had to gift this joy onto others, to share this trascendenctial orgasm with the world. Then, there would be no war, there would be no suffering, there would be no...abandoning.

A spark inside gave me the strenght to lift my upper body up. I leaned onto the cooking meat.

I heard it again. The baby inside me squeaked. It felt it. It retreated. Success: the pherormones didn't have enough time to completely overwrite my consciousness. I was lucid through this whole dream...

When it pulled out, I orgasmed again. My ear had become as sensitive as a pussy now, the earlobe being my labias. As it squirmed out, it projected a material outwards, which squelched and resonated inside my skull.

My hearing was still working. I began to sob. Finally, Neon, my brain worm, was out of its nest. It perched up on my earlobe and began to traverse down my temple and onto the cow brain.

It had fixed my hearing before leaving me This was love.

"Trascendemite".

That would be the name of this species. I observed as my baby dug through its source of nutrients. Oh, how desperately I wanted that to be my brain...

Minutes passed as I stared intently at its act of feeding. I was in awe, unable to do anything as the hormones still impregnated my mind. After what felt like forever, after the worm had dug inside the meat's limbic system, disappeating from view, I was able to come back to my body. I turned off the stove, gently picked up the pot and transported it onto the tiles. After minutes again, I opened the tank and placed the brain inside it, which caused all the remaining worms to celebrate, bouncing around until they all hungrily devoured it.

I closed the tank, smiled...

then, I passed out.