Caveworms

By sploosh.

I always loved exploring the woods near my house. I lived in a semi-rural area, so while it wasn’t exactly the middle of nowhere, there was always somewhere new to explore. I was always looking for the most secluded, hard-to-find places. I loved being hidden from the world but still surrounded by life. I found many interesting things when I went hiking, but one summer afternoon when I was eighteen, I found something REALLY interesting.

It was only a few days into my summer holidays. School was out for the year and I had nothing on my mind but killing time. I decided to visit this small waterfall I’d discovered that day; though it was a pretty long hike, I started early. It was a particularly hot day, and by mid-morning, the air was already feeling sticky, and I’d have been sweating just lounging around the house. I looked forward to finding the falls and the small river they emptied into to jump in and cool off.

I was glad to see no people there when I finally arrived, and no sign of anyone in the area. After double-checking that I was alone, I stripped down to the bikini I wore under my cutoffs and tank top and enjoyed the cool water on my skin. I looked down and admired my body a bit. I wasn’t being egotistical or anything; my boobs were slow to start growing, only really making any progress over the previous year. Before that, I was afraid I would end up flat-chested or something. So it was certainly nice seeing my now C-cup boobs straining against the top that was now a bit too small for them. After lounging about under the waterfall, my long, brown hair now soaked several shades darker. I noticed what looked like the opening of a small cave hidden in the rocks behind where the water fell, which I’d never noticed before. My natural inquisitiveness took over, and I went to check it out.

Unfortunately, the hole wasn’t big enough to walk in, but I knew I could fit easily. Of course, that seemed like a bad idea because I had no idea where the hole led, and the risk of getting stuck was too great. Nevertheless, I continued examining it, hoping to find a clue about what was inside. I threw some rocks in and never heard them hit any walls, so I figured there must be a decent amount of space. I figured I’d come back again when I was better prepared, but then I noticed an odd smell. It was faint but pleasant, reminding me of the smell of baking cinnamon buns in the distance.

The scent became stronger, though, and before long, I realized it was coming from inside the hole! I became very curious about the source of this aroma, this was not what caves usually smelt like. I sat there weighing up my options. My desire to explore the cave was becoming almost overpowering, but a sense that it was too risky caused me a great deal of conflict. The hole was certainly big enough for me to go in easily. I started feeling silly, considering I had brought a torch and knew enough about caves to avoid falling into a pit.

That did it; I grabbed my torch and carefully climbed through. That smell was even stronger now, and I suddenly felt very light, as though I weighed as much as a feather. My head then began to tingle a little. The hole led into a tunnel about the same size, which I carefully began to crawl through, not knowing what I was doing. After around ten meters, the tunnel opened into a small area large enough for me to stand and walk around. I shone my torch around, finding nothing particularly interesting. I was hoping to find maybe something someone had left behind a long time ago, some fascinating relic of the past, but there was nothing but moist rock.

Despite my earlier belief, I suddenly felt the ground disappear as I began to fall. The torch slipped from my hands and was lost, so I could see nothing but could feel myself falling. I cursed myself for getting so wrapped up in my thoughts and not seeing the giant hole I now plummeted down. I’m not entirely sure how long I fell for, but it was certainly long enough for me to realize that I’d been falling too long to survive when I finally hit the ground.

Thankfully, that violent impact never happened. Instead, I felt myself hit something soft. Something soft. So soft that it gave way as soon as I hit it, stretching around me like a weird bubble. I could still feel it all over me, stretching, slowing me down. When I finally landed, it was only enough to knock the wind out of me, and I was now covered in whatever it was that had slowed my fall. It was a strange kind of liquid, sticky but slippery at the same time. It seemed to stick to everything except my skin.

The ground I hit was quite soft and moist. And lumpy and… moving. I stood up with a start when I felt an odd mass writhing against my butt. I still felt it under my feet, of course, and I quickly realized it wasn’t one solid mass; it was many. Long, thin, slippery shapes slithered under my feet. I tried to calm myself, thinking I’d fallen into a real-life pit full of snakes and that not moving was my only option. But then I felt the snakes start worming their way up my legs. I must admit I panicked then and frantically tried to brush and kick them off me without falling over.

Suddenly, I was practically blinded by a bright flash of light. For a brief moment, I thought it was sunlight and that I was saved or possibly just dreaming, but when my eyes adjusted, I noticed that the cave walls had started glowing with a warm, clear light. I knew it was probably a huge colony of photoluminescent bacteria, but before I could think about it anymore, I finally saw where I was and what was in there with me.

The entire floor of the cave was covered in a mass of wriggling worms of various sizes. Some were as small and thin as a pencil, and some were feet long and inches wide. They were all an off-white color and seemed to constantly ooze a clear, thick substance that I quickly realized was the source of the smell that led me there. I can’t even describe the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that welled up from the sight.

But that feeling of revulsion started to change a little. It turned into a pleasant tingling sensation, which oddly reminded me of those times when I was feeling particularly horny. More than anything, I was confused because I was aware of my dire situation. Even without the weird horror movie creatures around me, I was deep in the ground. It was a long fall I’d taken, and there was very unlikely any other way out of there. I knew I was going to die, or at least have to subsist on those freaky worms for the rest of my life, but I felt calm. None of that mattered. I was going to be fine!

I started feeling faint and figured lying down would be no harm; the worms probably wouldn’t eat me, and I felt drowsy. No sooner had I sunk to the floor than the worms started to swarm, slithering all over me. It felt… nice. Nice. Like some kind of wonderful, wet massage, every inch of my skin that the worms touched sang to me in pleasure unknown. I sighed as I lay there, feeling more and more relaxed by the second, as more and more worms writhed all over me until I was more or less completely covered.

Then they started getting nosey. I could feel one nudging its way into my armpit while more others began to investigate every nook and cranny of my body. Soon enough, one slipped under my bikini bottoms and made its way between my legs. I felt a sudden jolt of incredible pleasure as it found my pussy, and began rubbing itself against my clit as if it knew what it was doing. More began to join it from every direction. And others found their way inside my top, and I must admit I loved feeling them massaging my boobs and wriggling against my nipples.

My head was positively swimming by this point. It had been slow to dawn on me, but I now realized I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I wasn’t new to sex, having had plenty with my ex-boyfriend and some more with my cousin Jenny when we were younger. My heart was racing, and my stomach was positively tingling. It was almost unbearable, but when I felt one of the worms start exploring my pussy lips for a moment before bravely delving in deeper, I decided it was bearable. I looked forward to seeing how good these weird worm dudes could make me feel. Maybe living in this pit wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The worm in my pussy wasn’t one of the big ones. As it went inside me, it felt about as thick as two fingers, and it felt amazing. It was as though the feeling of my pussy being stretched was being greatly exaggerated somehow, so while I didn’t feel like I was being stretched a great deal, what I was feeling was more powerful than even my ex’s eight-inch monster had ever made me feel.

The worm was in now, at least as far as it could go. The rest of them suddenly seemed to develop a singular purpose, as instead of just slithering all over me, I could now feel them start suckling on me. Every inch of flesh felt like it had a worm attached, each sucking gently, but they continued moving about, so they never sucked on one place for too long. Except, of course, for the ones who had found my nipples and the ones at my clit. They all stayed attached right where they were, and they were doing more than sucking. I couldn’t work out exactly what was for me, but it felt AMAZING.

Every inch of my flesh was being pleasured, and the worm in my pussy was now itself sucking on and massaging my g-spot. So, of course, it wasn’t long before I started cumming. Hard. The cave filled with my ecstasy-laden screams, and countless bolts of electricity echoed throughout my entire body, my pussy practically throbbing as I continued to experience the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

As I came back down to earth, nothing changed around me; the worms continued doing their work, and the one in my pussy had started doing something to what I figured must have been my cervix. I was still riding waves of orgasmic afterglow, and I smiled, knowing that my next one wasn’t too far off, and the way things were going, it was going to be even more intense.

That’s when I felt the worm inside me suddenly disappear, and a new orgasm suddenly reared its head. My mind was pretty hazy at this point, but I felt it disappear from inside my pussy, only it hadn’t exited from the outside. During my climax, I realized that it had slipped past my cervix and entered my womb. This knowledge further intensified my already overpowering orgasm, and I felt a great need to touch myself.

That wasn’t too easy since I was covered in worms, so instead, I found myself just touching them, surprised to discover how much I loved how they felt. They were impossibly slippery; I don’t think I could have grabbed one, no matter how secure my hold. But beyond that, they felt just like… cocks. That same kind of fleshy, rigid, yet every so slightly malleable feeling, and I imagined myself just surrounded by all these giant cocks, and I found myself wanting them to violate me more and more.

I half screamed, half whimpered, when I felt a worm that had finally found my butthole. At first, it was gentle, cautious. It rubbed itself across my asshole, then sucked on it a bit before finally pushing its way in. I always enjoyed having my butt played with, but I’d never actually had anything bigger than a couple of fingers up there. And this worm felt pretty damn big. I felt it pushing against my tight hole harder and harder until it slowly started slipping in. I could feel my ass expanding around it. I could feel every inch as it started making its way deeper and deeper.

I thrashed about, completely lost in pleasure. The worms held me down, so I could only manage twitches and restrained jolts. When another worm started pushing itself into my pussy, this one one of the larger ones, I experienced what could best be described as an orgasm within an orgasm. Because despite all that was going on, I still hadn’t stopped cumming. It must have been several minutes, I had no idea it was possible to feel so good for so long, but then within that, my feelings of immense pleasure increased as I felt the two worms wriggling about in my ass and pussy.

Then it started to fade away slowly, and just when I thought I was back to normal, whatever normal even was anymore, the worms in my pussy and ass started spewing this lovely warm liquid which set me off again. They spurted a surprising amount inside me, and I felt full of the stuff. But when they were done, they unceremoniously slithered out of my holes while the worms that swarmed and sucked my body started moving away. I felt incredibly satisfied but slightly cold after losing my warm blanket.

After a short while, I sat up and looked around, wondering why my lovely new lovers had left me. And that’s when I saw a different creature approaching me. It was similar to the worms in that it was the same color and seemed to be oozing the same fluid, but it was huge! Maybe about the size of a bear, it looked like some kind of giant caterpillar or something. A bunch of long, glistening tentacles moved about from an opening at the front as if searching for something.

I found myself turned on by its appearance. As though the whole thing was just a gigantic cock with a bunch of other cocks coming out of it. I knew enough to know that it was wrong, the damn thing was a monster out of a nightmare, but it turned me on. Like a LOT. My pussy felt utterly drenched, and I wasn’t sure how much of it was the stuff the worm had shot into me and how much was my pussy juices.

This new thing slithered towards me slowly and laboriously. When its tentacles seemed to ‘find’ me, they tickled me all over, giving me a similar treatment to all the worms. I counted about five tentacles; each looked several meters long and a few inches thick. I found myself wanting them inside me, and it wasn’t long before one of them found my pussy and started wiggling its way in. It stopped suddenly and pulled out after a couple of inches, though, and I was a little disappointed until I felt it go lower and push against my ass. I grunted at the pressure as it forced my sphincter to widen to accommodate its considerable girth. There was a little pain, but that got lost in the signal because the pleasure overwhelmed it.

Slowly but surely, my ass opened up to allow this new invader entrance. It slowly, inexorably, worked its way deeper til I lost track of its position inside me, but loving how filled up my ass felt. Either these creatures had encountered humans before, or they were quick learners. No sooner had my ass become accustomed to one of its tentacles than another wormed its way into my pussy. I didn’t know what to do with myself at this point. I was assaulted on all fronts by unimaginable ecstasy, but I just couldn’t move. I thought I was stuck in this empty void of pleasure, where I had ceased to exist, and all that remained of me was my orgasm.

And then they started thrusting. The tentacle in my ass takes long, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way, then back in. It must have been at least ten inches. The one in my pussy, however, was giving short, hard thrusts, each one violently hitting my cervix. That hurt a little, but the pain somehow made what I was feeling all the more complete, and with each impact, the pain lessened until it was entirely replaced with an odd feeling of hunger emanating from my womb.

The tentacle then stopped its battering ram routine and instead just pushed itself against my cervix. I gritted my teeth and grunted at the feeling. It was as amazing as it was painful. I could feel it slowly opening up around the thick tentacle, which continued its unrelenting advance. I then felt the worm that had hidden itself inside my womb start thrashing about. It felt like there was a great tumult happening within me. Though the worm in my womb didn’t seem scared, it seemed more like it was doing what it was doing for my enjoyment. And I certainly did enjoy it!

When the tentacle finally popped into my womb, the rest of me popped in turn. It was the most amazing thing; I felt so incredibly full. I had no idea it was even possible for a person to feel so great while alive. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven, but I doubted even heaven could be as awesome as this. I wasn’t even aware I was screaming until I felt a tentacle shove itself into my mouth. It was copiously leaking fluid and quickly filling it up. It tasted divine. Sweet, but not sickening, and warm and nourishing. Strangest of all, the flavor seemed to change as I consumed it subtly.

I sucked on the tentacle with great enthusiasm. It wasn’t until then that I realized how thirsty I’d become, and this thick, sweet nectar was hitting the spot. But the creature wasn’t satisfied just feeding me, and once I’d had a good drink, it started forcing its way deeper into my mouth, my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but it continued undeterred. Strangely enough, though, I felt quite calm. I started choking less and less before finally growing used to this huge thing invading my throat.

So there I was, skewered by this bizarre, tentacled creature. Three of its tentacles were deep inside me, while the others explored my body before two latched onto my nipples and started sucking. This sent me over the edge as if I hadn’t already been at that point several times, but everyone has their limits, and I guess I’d met mine. I felt the pleasure that was tingling all over my body start to build up in my head before lightheadedness overtook me. With one final little gasp that hid the true enormity of what I was experiencing, I finally lost consciousness.

I awoke to find myself on all fours, the three tentacles still inside me. But something was different. I felt full. Fuller than I had ever felt before, and it wasn’t just from having tentacles in my mouth, ass and pussy. It was then that I noticed the lumps moving inside the tentacles. One pushed past my jaw, and a moment later, I felt something pop inside my stomach. The same thing happened with the others; they all seemed to push these solid lumps inside me. I opened my eyes, and I could see what was happening.

The tentacles had become translucent; I could only clearly see the one in my mouth, and inside it was an egg after egg, each about the size of a golf ball, lining up to be injected into me. It was oddly blissful. I looked down to see that my stomach had grown quite large, I was quite obviously bloated with eggs, and still more were on their way. I shut my eyes again and just enjoyed the sensation of each tentacle laying countless eggs inside my womb, my stomach, and my bowels.

I figured, judging by how huge my stomach had grown, that I’d woken up towards the end of the creature’s load, but I was wrong. It wasn’t even halfway done. With each new egg placed inside me, another was pushed away to make room, and I became much more full. I rubbed my belly, and I could feel them solid beneath my skin. A small thought occurred to me of how it was kind of a bad thing for another animal to lay its eggs inside you, but it was washed away in the din of pleasure I experienced.

After I regained consciousness, the creature must have laid hundreds of eggs in me. But finally, it must have reached the end of its supply, as the constant influx of eggs was replaced by a torrent of hot liquid, the creature’s cum I assumed. As if on cue, with the liquid came a torrent of orgasms. It was so much that I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Into wet dreams like I’d never seen, and back into the world where I was full of this strange creature’s eggs and loved it.

Then I blanked out for the last time and awoke naked in the river outside of the cave. I thought the whole thing was a dream for a moment, but then I noticed my stomach. I was huge. HUGE. It was bloated to an unbelievable degree. I looked very, very heavily pregnant. Like I was having triplets. Maybe quadruplets? I hoped I was still dreaming since this was pretty inconvenient. Still, I tried to stand, and it wasn’t easy, but I managed it. I collected my things and put my shorts and tank top back on. My top had no hope of covering my belly, so I didn’t even try. I wondered where my bikini had gone, but I figured it was probably back in the cave, and there was no way I was going there. Not that it mattered. I needed a new pair anyway.

Come to think of it, how had I gotten out? Even the hole I came in through was now too small for me to fit through. That feeling of confusion returned as though reality had stopped playing fair. Cause and effect seemed to have lost all meaning, but I was too tired to dwell on it. All I wanted to do was get home. Thankfully, it was still light out, so I hoped to get home before Mum returned from work. I slowly began trudging through the woods, which wasn’t easy. I felt so heavy. I was full of hundreds of eggs, the thought of what would happen when they hatched filling me with excitement, instead of the horror one would expect from such a situation. Why was I so ok with what had just happened to me? I couldn’t work it out. I was just happy to be out of the cave.

Working mostly on instinct as my conscious mind was busy with things it didn’t see fit to let me in on, I stumbled my way home. I knew I couldn’t let anybody see me in this state. They’d make me go to the hospital, and for some reason, despite all logic, that seemed like a really bad idea. Luckily, I beat Mum home, and my sister was in her room. I quickly made my way to my room and crashed on my bed, pulling my sheets all over me so as best to hide my hugely pregnant tummy.

I perceived Mum come in a while later, and quickly assuming I’d fallen ill, she left me to rest, but not before bringing me some water and vitamin C. I slept without waking the whole night, only stirring the next morning when Mum came to check on me before heading off to work. She left me some more water and vitamins, and when I heard her close the front door on the way out, I found myself suddenly wide awake.

 

The End.

 

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