jungle worms

The canopy is so thick that sunlight only comes in sickly green shafts, dappled by rotting leaves and dripping condensation.

Jade is a world class explorer sharp, educated, resourceful, and fiercely independent. She wears tight, functional gear: cargo pants, a fitted tank top, hiking boots, all designed for durability and protection. She came here to document new species, believing she is the observer, the objective scientist.

She doesn't notice the first worm.

It is long, pale, and thread like twenty centimeters of glistening, muscular parasite hiding in the wet leaf litter where she has knelt to examine a rare orchid. As she settles onto her haunches, the worm strikes. It is fast and precise, finding the moist way between her ass cleft and her cunt.

The penetration is invasive and relentless. The worm slips inside the tight opening, its tapered head probing the sensitive mucous membranes. It doesn't just sit in the vaginal canal; it bores deep, threading itself upward, past the cervix, aiming straight for the slit of her brain.

Simultaneously, another worm finds the rim of her ass, slipping into the anal sphincter with a wet, sucking sound, burrowing into the rectal wall to coil around her lower intestines.

The sensation is horrific and pleasurable all at once a writhing, filling, stretching feeling that her brain, already beginning to be hijacked, interprets as a maddening need.

The third worm is even more obscene. While she is crouched, it crawls up the front of her tight tank top, seeking the hard points of her nipples. It finds the fabric where they are peaked and begins to gnaw, its thin body biting through the material. As it attaches to the nipple bud, it starts to secrete a strange, expanding chemical a substance that makes the nipple tissue swell, soften, and hollow out.

The nipple expands, the point becoming wider and more flexible, forming a fleshy, tube like orifice that allows something solid like a cock to enter the interior of her breast tissue, sliding right into the space where the worm is coiled.

Jade gasps, her head lolling back, her spine arching off the damp earth. The feeling of the worms slithering inside her the brain, the cunt, the ass, the nipples hits her like a wave of chemically induced lust. Her thoughts, her plans, her scientific curiosity they are being eaten, replaced by the worm driven imperative: BE FUCKED.

"Nnnnngh... what is... inside me..." she pants, but her voice is breathier, slutier, lacking any hint of alarm. The fear is being overwritten by a throbbing, wet hunger. Her thighs, constrained by the tight fabric of her cargo pants, begin to quiver and spasm, the material rubbing against the worms that are currently burrowing and wriggling inside her cunt and ass.

She wants to rip her clothes off. The instinct is itchy and obscene. She needs to expose the entry points the nipple funnels, the dripping wet spots where the worms are poking out of her ass and cunt so that she can be filled.

Around her, the males of the local tribe the hunters and gatherers who have watched this strange, well dressed woman wander into their sacred territory are closing in. They have seen the way she flinches, the way her body tenses and moistens, the way the worms seem to be making small, wet bulges beneath her fabric. To them, she looks like the most delicious, ready made cockslut the jungle has seen in generations.