Nearby on a clean, sandy shore

It was a full evening before your eyes slowly dragged themselves open as you woke, your hands sinking to soft white sand as you levered yourself into a sitting position. No sooner had you looked down that the memories of the day before realised themselves as reality and not merely a simple dream and you saw that you had had a terrible start to your adventure.

Looking down you saw that both of your balls had been stretched by the dozens upon dozens of wriggling, writhing worms that now called you home. They had to be at least bigger than baseballs, probably half again as big. It looked like the stretching of your foreskin and cockhole had lead to your entire cock growing in size until it would be hanging down easily to your knees. Though the sheer number of squirmies inhabiting your cock now made each and every surface of it have a constantly shifting and writhing pattern of bulges clearly showing under the skins surface.

At least 5 or 6 white, slug-like squirmies were poking their suckers out from under his foreskin and into the air so if anyone saw your cock now they would instantly know you’d been infested with them. You reached down to stroke it and when your hand touched it the squirmies started to move with energy and with little more effort from yourself, they vibrated so deep inside you that your prostate was massaged until you shot out a cup of cum and a dozen or so thick slug-like squirmies. Your balls didn’t feel the least bit lighter and you remembered that having the queen inside you probably meant you’d never run out of creatures and people to shoot squirmies into.

Part of you liked the idea of infesting others and you though that maybe you would have to give it a try soon. Looking to the side you saw that the squirmies has kindly returned your armour and weapons to you and they’d dried out on the sand. Its not like your pants would fit anyway and you weren’t sure you even felt like wearing clothes anymore.