TALES FROM PANDORA 10 (close window to return)

She took a tank down, felt in the earth, and grabbed hold of a very fat, lively one, and put it into a glass inspection plate. As she looked at it, squirming around, and thought about what the professor had told her, two things came to mind: one, they starved their hosts by taking their food; second, they needed a place at human-body heat to survive. A desperate idea came to her—supposing she self-infested? It would mean she would lose weight. Could she do it here now, put that eighteen-inch worm into her bottom? The more she thought about it, the more appealing it became, but she’d need a mirror to do it properly.

She picked it up, thought more about how to steal it from the lab and keep it safe and warm until she got home. She knew what she must do. She looked around to ensure she was alone, undid her skirt, pulled down her panties, and lowered the worm down towards her crotch. She watched closely as the worm detected the warmth and moisture from her vagina, and as it probed that area, she opened her legs wide and felt its head slide into her. Rejecting the feeling of revulsion and the sickening sensations in her stomach, she lowered its tail, enabling it to slowly slide nearly all the way into her, leaving only its curved tail poking out.

Susan realised the worm was too long to get all of itself in, so she pulled up her panties and did her skirt back up, straightened and felt oddly warm at what she had just done. She could feel its strong writhing inside; it was, in fact, one fat muscle, and it was making her orgasm. She let out a moan and dribbled urine into her panties. She needed to sit as bliss swept through every inch of her body. She staggered to a stool, but only just in time as the tip of the worm slipped out a little more and flicked rapidly against her clitoris.