Amazonian Womb Worms Ch. 01-05

I feel like something weaving under my skin should hurt, but it just tickles and feels a bit numb.

When I pull my hand further away from my opening, a clear, pink worm protrusion from its tail stretches out of my hole like a rubber hose only to snap back inside when the roots stretching from my finger rip apart. Suddenly, I become aware of that same tingly, numb feeling behind the opening of my vagina.

"Oh my God... its tail rooted in my vaginal walls!" I mutter to myself, my jaw trembling. "That's why I can't get past it..."

Out of nowhere, the tail end flexes hard inside of me, pressing against my inner flesh with surprising force right as something firm and wide pushes deep into my cervical opening, stretching the tiny hole like a man's large finger is trying to prod its way in.

"Ah!" I cry out, doubling over and collapsing into the stream on my knees, planting one hand down while the other desperately claws at the tail's worm mesh.

That was its head that just pushed into my cervix! It shrank its head and used its fucking slime as lube to push its way in!

My uterus begins contracting somewhat rapidly, like it's being forced to by the worm. The thing wiggles violently, pulsating as its tail pushes harder against the inside of my opening. The pressure in the passage to my uterus grows as if the worm is dilating me inch by inch by re-expanding back to its original girth while inside of my cervix. It feels super uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt like I know it should. And I know it should hurt because I once accidently pushed the handle of a toothbrush into that forbidden hole when I was 18-years old. That was much narrower than this worm and it hurt like hell.

Having anything this wide probing my cervix should be excruciating, but it doesn't. It just feels uncomfortable in a weirdly good way, like the worm anesthetized my cervix with a neurotoxin the same way its tail numbed my finger and vagina...

The creature throbs hard and rapidly like an orgasming cock while the sensation of something wide and slick spreads its way deeper into my uterus by the second.

As I frantically finger the edge of the tail mesh to no avail, the tickling I felt in the entrance my cervix earlier has subsided, but--

Now it feels like something is tickling the inside of my fucking womb!

All I can imagine is that the worm-thing's branched proboscis is spreading further inside, webbing across my uterus and into my fallopian tubes to better anchor itself--because that's exactly what it feels like.

Suddenly, I feel flushed and pleasant all over, like that time I took Vicodin after I got into that car accident a few years back. The tickling deep in my womb makes my abdomen spasm. The violent wiggling in my vagina, the pulsing of its girthy upper half in my cervix, and the flexing of its tail all work together to send waves of pleasure surging through me, triggering rhythmic contractions that ripple through my vagina. The climax makes my body weak--it makes my skin tingle. My limbs turn to noodles.

"OOH-UGH-AH-AH!" I moan louder than I've ever moaned before. "Why?" I pant. "Why does this feel so fucking good?" I pound my fist into the stream, splashing water up toward my face.

It's like it's trying to incapacitate me with the mother of all orgasms so I can't get it out.

When I feel the creature throbbing in my cervix as it pushes deeper into me, when I feel the worms firm head smack against the wall of my uterus, I know I'm running out of time to get it out of me before it burrows all the way into my womb. The thought off all the horrible things that could happen after that sends a burst of adrenaline through me that snaps me out of my orgasmic high.

I need to find a stick or something to pry this tail away! Or I need to find the others so Claire can help me! She's been a nurse for a year now, so I'm sure she'll figure out a way to help me without hurting me.

With shaky legs, I stagger to my feet then grab my shorts and panties from under the water. Now I jog up stream, my hand cupped over my vagina while I continue fingering at the tail mesh. As I slosh through the ankle-deep water, I frantically look left and right in search for a break in the mud walls trapping me down in this crevice carved out by the stream. Up ahead, I spot mossy patch that leads to a dry soil where sunlight is beaming in through a break in the rainforest canopy. A foot away from the mossy bed, I feel the pulsing thing squirm deeper with a hard, twisting push off its tail anchor.

"OHHH!" I moan as the sensation makes my cunt throb in undulating waves. My knees buckle from the explosion of pleasure.

And, as what feels like the last third of it burrows toward my womb, the taut, wormy tail protrusions soften against my fingers, and the mesh detaches from my opening. The rush of endorphins has me super delirious, but I manage to react fast, plunging my thumb and pointer deep into my vagina, basically fisting myself using its slime. The second that I pinch the tail, it slips through my fingers. I try again, skidding to a stop in hopes that I can squat fast and grab the thing in time.

Except, I don't stop upright. My wet boots slip across the moss bed and I fall back hard, hitting my head on the spongey rock with a bounce.

Things get blurry. Dizziness consumes me and clouds my thoughts worse than the dreamy bliss that's overtaken me--worse than being blackout drunk. But none of that stops me from reaching into my pussy and grabbing the tail. When my fingers finally find the wormy cluster, it's right up against my cervix... That means eight or nine inches of this cock-shaped worm has already invaded my uterus...

"Ugh..." I groan weakly. "No..."

I shove my fist in so hard and deep that the rapid stretching hurts, but my self-fisting allows me to reach and eventually grab the ring at the base of the cluster that's pressed firmly against the bottom of my pussy. I pinch it so hard between my knuckles and my fingers that the thing begins squirming and flexing more violently than ever before inside my tight canal, its upper half lashing my inner flesh with hard slaps of its head and body against my uterus's walls in a way that can only be described as what I imagine it'd feel like being slapped by a hotdog, but from the inside...

I yank the thing hard and fast as consciousness begins to fade. My vision begins to go black as my hand leaves my vagina with a gushing, sticky sounding pop. Though I don't see what I'm holding, I feel the tail cluster still squished between my fingers.

As things fade to black, I toss the firm thing as far into the jungle as I can.

Then darkness consumes me.

Chapter 2

Lost & Found

When I regain consciousness, it's pain flaring in the back of my head that greets me first.

"Lena!" a faint voice calls in the distance like the ghostly echo of an auditory hallucination.

Groaning, I squint against the sunlight beaming through the jungle canopy as I roll against the moss bed onto my side, rubbing the back of my head as I do. When I check my hand for blood, I find a streak of red running down my wet palm. "Shit..." There's a tiny pool of blood on the moss too, but not enough to cause concern.

"Lena!" my best friend calls again. This time I'm sure it's real.

"Derek!" I call back weakly as I sit up. There's no way he heard that. As I'm about to call out again, my eyes fall on my lower half. The only thing I'm wearing are boots and socks. My wet pants and shorts are balled up beside me. I stare at the scene in confusion, trying to remember how I ended up half-naked lying on a bed of moss beside a stream.

I went to pee...

A giant spider scared me then I fell down a hill...

I landed in this stream...

And then... Nothing comes to me at first, but then the image of a thick, pink worm with a head that looked like a tip of a penis flashes in my mind. The phantom sensation of its aggressive invasion of my pussy tingles below.

"Holy shit!" I blurt out as I spring up. "Did that really happen?" I slip my middle finger and pointer into my vagina and they slide in effortlessly with the help of something slicker than my body has ever produced in all my years.

This is the worm's slime... That means...

"It did happen," I whisper.

I remember pulling it out and throwing it before I blacked out. I did get it out, didn't I?

"Lena!" Derek calls.

Anton and the others call out soon after. They sound much closer now.

I can't let anyone find me like this.

Before getting dressed, I frantically feel around inside my vagina. My fingers find nothing firm. There's no longer any pressure in my cervix anymore, and I don't feel anything when I push deeper and poke my cervical hole. Nothing seems to be moving in my womb either. I press down hard at the base of my belly and nothing stirs inside.

"I did get it out," I whisper through a sigh as I pull my fingers out. Milky slime coats my fingers but, unlike before, there are light pink streaks in it. Even if my period blood was mixed with the goo, it wouldn't be this light, it'd be darker red.

Maybe it's the creatures blood? Maybe I hurt it when I ripped it out of me...

As the rustling in the thick jungle brush sounds off from the direction that I initially landed at initially, I climb to my feet and quickly pull up my undies. "Derek!" I call out while wiggling into my soaked jean shorts. "Derek! Anton! Guys!" I start in the direction I heard their voices.

Plants rustle ahead. "Lena!" Derek shouts in a panic. "Lena, where are you!"

"Over here!" I call out. "Down by the stream! Head toward where the sun is shining down through the canopy!"

As I'm climbing up toward the hill, a machete hacks and slices through the brush head. Anton emerges from the foliage followed by Derek who runs at me with my backpack in hand.

"Lena! Are you okay?"

I collide into him with a hug, watching as Kody and Claire duck through the opening in the vines. "Yeah, I'm a little scraped up, but I'm alright."

He squeezes me tightly. "We were all so worried about you, Lana."

"Girlie, you are never doing your business alone out here again," Claire jokes.

I giggle. "After what happened today, I'm never leaving the group again. You all can stand right by me and watch me go for all I care!"

"What even happened to you?" Derek asks as we part. "We heard you scream, and by the time we got to where you walked off to, you were gone."

"Thought a fucking jaguar got you," Kody says with a smirk.

"A Goliath spider or something big like it scared the shit out of me, and when I scrambled away from it, I fell backwards because my pants were around me ankles, then I slipped down that steep fucking hill and splashed down in the stream... How'd you guys even find me? I thought I was going to have to somehow find my way back to you."

Derek cocks a thumb over at our guide. "Anton here tracked your footprints to the spot where you slipped, saw the disturbed foliage, then looked through the ferns and found the swath of mud you took out when you fell."

"Well, thank you for being an amazing tracker, Anton," I say with a smile.

Anton nods. "I promised I'd keep you all safe. I don't plan on letting you all down now." The serious man offers a smile.

Claire removes her pack then squats beside me. "Let me take care of those scrapes before we get moving," she says, pulling out the first aid pouch.

When she's all done cleaning my wounds and applying antibacterial ointment, she bandages me up.

As the last bandage is applied, Anton waves for us to follow him. "Come, come. We need to get moving."

Our guide leads us back the way the group took to find me, a less steep path a few yards away that runs right alongside where I rolled and slid through earlier. We use roots and branches to climb back up like we did before. On the way up, I scan the muddy earth in search of fleshy womb hunting worms. Something tells me that I got it somewhere on the way down and not from the stream, because there was a bit of mud on it when I first saw it and I feel like it'd be completely clean if it came from the stream. Unfortunately, I find nothing.

After ascending back to the top of the hill near where I went to pee, Anton leads us to the northeast. As I follow behind him, I try to come up with a way to ask him about what happened to me without telling him and the others what happened.

"Anton," I say, hurrying up beside him while Derek is busy filming, and while the couple is chatting at the rear of the pack. "Do you know anything about any large, parasitic mammalian worms out here?"

He looks back at me, expressionless. "I've seen large worms of many kinds in my time in the Amazon, but no large parasites. Did you have a run in with one?"

I shake my head. "No... I uh... saw a tapir down by the stream, and this big, pink worm-thing with a head shaped like the glans of a penis burrowed into its genitalia as it was drinking from the water... Then the tapir ran away squealing."

Anton's eyes go wide. "Oh, I've never seen or heard of anything like that... But I have seen a nearly three-foot-long, eyeless amphibian that looks like a snake. People call it a penis snake because of its head, but it's not a parasite, it eats small fish and worms."

"Oh, no. That sounds like something different."

"Well, Lena, it sounds like you made a new discovery!"

I force a smile. "Yeah, too bad I didn't have my camera!" A nervous laugh escapes me.

Maybe I don't need a camera. Maybe that gross worm laid eggs in my womb before I yanked it out.

The thought makes me feel uneasy.

Even with the detour that happened because of my tumble and a few stops to eat and rest, we somehow make it back to the river camp before sundown. The six members of our expedition party who chose to stay and explore around here for the last week welcome us back with a big feast of the massive paiche fish they caught, avocado, mushrooms, and nuts--a meal that we enjoy with a few glasses of Peruvian rum around the campfire.

After dinner, we sit around the fire, sharing tales of our adventures and showing each other the pictures and footage that we obtained during out separate expeditions. Our group definitely presented the most interesting finds.

Everyone retires to the raised hut about two hours after sundown. I'm so tired from the hike and everything that's happened that I pretty much pass out as soon as I lay on my cot.

The next thing I know, I wake up in a cold sweat feeling loopy like I'm high on Vicodin again. It's still dark out, so I couldn't have been asleep more than four hours. And, given how tired I still feel, it has probably way less time than that. I shut my eyes and try to fall back asleep but, no matter how hard I try, I can't. I can't because I'm super fucking aroused for some reason. I mean, I'm so horny that my chest is heaving, my nipples are rock hard, my pussy is contracting like I'm on the verge of an orgasm, and my panties are sodden, like I've peed myself.

With my eyes still closed, I slip a hand into my pants, rubbing my engorged clitoris before sliding a finger between my incredibly slick folds.

Fuck, I'm sopping wet...

My finger plunges inside of my slippery hole on its own accord, and it enters with a loud, gushy, sticky noise that sounds like I'm squeezing super-wet macaroni salad in my hand. The faster I dip my finger in and out of my slick tightness, the louder it sounds. I'm sure someone on the other side of the hut could hear my noisy gash if they were awake.

My first climax comes within seconds, rippling through me with sharp, rolling contractions, and it takes everything in me not to cry out in sweet agony. It used to take me forever to orgasm, and I usually need a vibrator to do it. Even a really good lover doesn't usually make me climax, but here I am, coming after fingering myself for less than a minute.

The longer I finger-fuck myself, the thicker and gooier my vaginal lubrication feels against my digits, and the harder it gets keeping myself from moaning. When I finally pull my pointer and middle finger out of me, I rub the slickness against my thumb.

It feels so much like the slime that penis-shaped worm pumped into me before invading my womb. Maybe my orgasm just forced the residual ooze out of my uterus, I think, bringing my fingers to my lips and sticking them all the way in my mouth. Slowly, I suck the mucus off them and let it pool on my tongue. Definitely doesn't taste like my normal vaginal secretions... It tastes... almost sweet? Nutty? A bit metallic? And it feels thicker than any cum or mucus I've ever had in my mouth. It almost has the consistency of the creamy liquid cheese from Velveeta mac and cheese, and it's hard to swallow...

Once my fingers are sucked clean, I plunge them back into my gooey cunt with fervent desperation, like I might die if I don't continue masturbating immediately. This time, my digits don't just slide against vaginal tissue coated in slime, they submerge into a pool of it, and some of it gushes out of my pussy, leaving me with a bubble spurt louder than a wet fart.

How is there still so much of it coming out of me?

I finger myself violently, raking my fingers upward hard against my G-spot every so often, gushing loud enough to cause people nearby to stir. I don't care if anyone wakes up and sees me, I'm too whacked out--too far gone in a crazed frenzy to stop, never mind slow down.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as the strongest orgasm I've ever felt makes my cunt contract in violent rolling waves of intense pleasure that makes my skin tingle and my limbs go limp. Suddenly, my uterus pulses too, and I feel a bit of pressure deep in my cervix, something that's never happened during any orgasm I've ever had before. And as I slow my fingering down, my pointer bumps against something firm. That's when I stop abruptly and begin feeling around my slime-filled hole for whatever I thought I touched. When I don't find anything, my cunt gushes as I push my fingers all the way to the bottom.

"What?" I whisper when it feels like something just slapped against my finger.

As I try to poke in the direction of whatever it was, I feel nothing until I prod something that kind of feels like a soft licorice rope at the entrance to my cervix.

Um, what was that?

I quickly push deeper then poke the entrance to my cervix. All I feel is my tight hole. It's feels a bit dilated, but there's nothing sticking out of it. As I pull my fingers out of my pussy, for a second, I swear something tugs at my fingers.

Something like a branched proboscis...

The pleasure that had me feeling drunk with arousal these last few minutes fades instantly only to be replaced by crippling fear as I yank my hand away from my vagina. There's no tugging in my cervix. Nothing pulls at my fingers. When I pass my other hand between my slimy hand and my cunt, I only touch stringy goo, no branched mouth tubes.

I'm imagining things...

"The worm is gone," I whisper so quietly it's barely audible to me. I wipe the slickness on my hands off on the outside of my panties and the inside of my shorts. "The worm is gone. The worm is gone."

The worm is gone. The worm is gone. I keep repeating the mantra in my head on and off until I finally start drifting off back to sleep almost two or three hours later.

Chapter 3

Euphoria

As tired as I am, as sore as my body is from over a week of hiking and climbing, as malnourished as I am from barely eating during the expedition, I feel good today. Like, really, really good, despite only getting less than five hours of sleep.