Play dead

You hold back your scream as the worm creature looms over you and lowers its monstrous face to smell you. You don't know if it can smell you, but you can smell it! The rancid rotten vegetable stench of its breath and the heat radiating from its slippery body are making you feel queasy.

When it begins to prod your body with several pairs of fat fingers it is all you can do to remain still. The arms move in ten directions at once, probing your skin, pinching, and pulling at the fabric of your tanktop at pyjama pants. The huge head of the worm sniffs down your neck and over your breasts, hot blasts of air from its nostrils ruffling your clothing.

Lower it goes, its body folding in on itself like a pinched hose as its head travels over your exposed stomach and...breathes in and out over your crotch. Abruptly, the face presses against your legs, spreading them apart, and inhales deeply again and again. Arms wrap around your waist and pull you up off the spongey soil and against the creature. Fingers find the waistband of your pyjama bottoms and yank them down.

The creature's head jerks up abruptly.

"NNNNNGGG!" The worm roars and rises to its full height.

To your renewed horror you can see that its pale yellow underside has parted and a fleshy brown tube as big around as your wrist is emerging. It grows in length, one foot, then two, then three and finally four. It has a puffy wrinkled end that resembles a leather pouch and seems to be leaking a creamy yellowish fluid from the hole.

The worm turns, aiming this new appendage directly at you. Its arms tear at your clothing, pulling away your PJs, ripping off your thong, and exposing your big breasts in a storm of motion. Two-fingered hands grip your head and draw you towards the hideous worm's underbelly and its swaying tube. With sudden and terrible insight, you realize what the appendage is and why it is dragging your face closer.

You must act now if you are going to have any chance of escape.