The Worm Takes the Initiative

Lee was still trying to think of a solution when he saw Rebecca’s stomach shift and saw the telltale sign of a mass pushing its way out of her body. The mottled worm rose out from between her thighs and turned towards him before waving in a beckoning motion.

Nothing for it, he supposed.

Without the energy to bring himself to erection, Lee knelt between Rebecca’s spread legs. The worm head regarded him for a moment before dipping down to his flaccid penis and began to gently roll itself back and forth across his crotch. It took a while, but the tender ministrations slowly brought Lee to full attention, though he only remained so through an effort of will.

Taking the worm in one hand, he popped its mouth open with his thumb, causing Rebecca’s body to moan beneath him. Looking down, he saw that she had regained some control of her facial muscles, and was staring in revulsion at the thing that was sticking out of her crotch.

She groaned again when he pushed himself into the worm’s mouth, crawling forward and laying on top of her in a faux missionary position while the worm between them suckled gently on his dick.

“You can feel her, can’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “She’s transmitting her senses into you, and you can feel me inside her, and her inside you.”

With no control over her breathing, and only marginal control of her voice, Rebecca groaned.

“Don’t worry,” Lee said, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. “I’ve known her for a while. She’s nice. We’ll take good care of you.”

Haltingly, shudderingly, Rebecca’s arms raised themselves around Lee. He lay like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of what to any outsider might have looked like two lovers cuddling. The orgasm that the worm coaxed out of him was a strange one: More a trickle than a squirt, but he nonetheless felt his body give what little of his semen remained. He felt the worm swallowing every last drop beneath him.

Rebecca’s breathing suddenly sped up to shallow gasps, her arms holding him tight as her eyes began to dart around in panic. This was the final stretch, and Lee pictured the worm’s tentacles crawling up the last few inches of Rebecca’s neck to burrow into the base of her brain. As Lee imagined it, Rebecca’s whole body arched backwards, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her voice coming out in a series of **** croaks.

Ten seconds later, it was over, and Rebecca lay in Lee’s arms, her eyes closed and her breathing restful as though she were simply asleep.