At the end of their Amazonian Expedition, Lena gets separated from the group and encounters an exotic, uterus invading parasite...
Chapter 1--Slimy Invader
The deep mud squelches as it sucks at my knee-high boots, making this trek through the suffocatingly humid rainforest even more grueling. In an attempt to make traversing this mud easier, I try following in the footprints of our Amazonian Jungle guide, Anton Santos, who’s ahead by a few feet, clearing the dense jungle brush with broad swings of his machete. My best friend, Derek Aider, follows close behind me, filming our journey for his travel vlog. Claire is behind him and Kody, her boyfriend, holds up the rear.
Ugh, I feel so gross, I think, brushing off the blonde ponytail hairs that are clung to my neck.
The five of us have been hiking since first light around 6:30 A.M., so everyone’s skin has been glistening with sweat all day just like I have. I’m sure they’re all as tired as I am too. Unfortunately, no one is as miserable as me, because I woke up today with menstrual cramps, which means I’m probably going to start spotting soon, and I feel like a jaguar might sniff me out like a shark would and pounce on me from a tree…
Not only have we been hiking for six hours almost non-stop, but we’ve been trekking through Brazil’s mostly uncharted Vale do Javari territory for almost a week now, so there really hasn’t been much time to relax between our encampments, not with all the exploring we needed to do before today’s journey back to the river camp where the rest of our expedition party is waiting for us. If we don’t get back to the camp before sundown, they’ll be forced to venture into the rainforest to search for us, unless they decide to just leave us stranded here.
Vale do Javari, or Javari Valley, is not only one of the most unexplored regions of the world, but it’s also the most uncharted land in all the Amazonas. That’s partly because there are uncontacted tribes living out here, so the entire region is protected, and travel here is prohibited....
Encountering hostile tribesmen isn’t the only threat out here, there are also jaguars, deadly spiders, killer snakes, and potentially other lethal threats lurking about. But thankfully, we haven’t crossed paths with anything too terrifying, aside from a few large snakes, massive arachnids, and other creepy crawlies. Oh, and we did have a few scares from spider monkeys swinging through the canopy overhead. All that aside, we got to see and photograph tons of strange plants, beautiful birds, bizarre bugs, and caught glimpses of elusive animals that none of us came across in all our extensive flora and fauna research leading up to this expedition. Hopefully something we filmed will turn out to be a new discovery.
Exploring uncharted regions of this rain forest has been my dream since I saw my first documentary on the Amazon Rainforest. That documentary why I went to Jacksonville University and majored in biology with a focus on ecology and wildlife bio. That’s how I ended up working at the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) as an Associate Wildlife Biologist researcher. That documentary and others like it is why I’m out here hoping to discover something new so I can use it as my focus for my undergrad research project—a project that I’m hoping will help me get accepted to the University of Florida Ph.D. Zoology program next January.
None of this would even be possible without Derek’s 10 million subscriber vlog. He’s made a fortune from YouTube ad revenue, and he’s made tons of connections who can help him find ways into restricted regions like this. It’s through one of those connections that Derek met Anton, one of the only people in all of Peru who leads expeditions to the deepest depths of the Amazonian rain forest when he’s not doing solo expeditions. To meet him, we had to fly to Iquitos, Peru. Then we had to take a multi-day trip down the Amazon River by boat to get to Anton’s home in Benjamin Constant in the State of Amazonas, Brazil.
After paying him $20,000 to be our guide, Aton took us in his boat down the Javary River to the Itaquai River. We then we navigated twenty miles down the Itaquai and docked at his secluded camp near the river’s confluence with the Itui River where he has tents and an impressive jungle hut set up. That’s where the rest of our group is waiting. From that camp, we hiked on foot another thirty to forty miles through dense jungle following the route he’s explored countless times indicated my carvings he’s made in the towering trees’ bark, stopping to make camp at areas he previously cleared and camped in before. A few times, we ventured from those temporary camps to explore areas he’s never been. And one of those uncharted regions is where we’re on the way back from today.
The pressure in my bladder becomes more and more unbearable as we ascend the steep, muddy hill before us. On the way up, we have to grab onto branches and roots to pull ourselves up, reaching back to help pull up the person behind us. This morning’s torrential downpour has made our previous path back to our last camp impassable thanks to some flooding, so we had to find another way around. And this path is by far one of the worst we’ve traversed.
When we finally get to the top of the hill, everyone is panting hard, so we take a very brief water break while Anton scouts ahead.
“Come, this way,” Anton says, pointing at a clearing with his machete, leaving before I have a chance to announce that I need a bathroom break.
A few feet later, I’m on the verge of peeing myself. “Hey,” I call out, placing my hands on my hips and tipping my nose to the jungle canopy above while I take a deep breath. “I have to relieve my bladder.”
“Okay, okay,” Anton says, nodding. “You go on. I’ll check up ahead.”
“You just had to guzzle, like, a gallon of stream water through your Life Straw, didn’t you, Lena?” Claire teases with a smirk. “If we get left behind for being late, it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, giving her a playful shove on my way to the cluster of trees.
“Since we know you’re a shy pisser, we’re going to head that way with Anton to give you a little privacy, okay, Blue Byes?” Derek says with a charming smirk. God, that smile makes me want to tell him how I feel.
“You guys are the worst!” I say as I slink behind the thick trunk of a towering tree.
When I’m sure everyone is a good bit away, I head over to a tree that has a thick wall of leafy bushes behind it. I look left to right, brushing leaves away with my shoe. Satisfied that it’s all clear, I set my backpack down before I unbutton my shorts and pull them down with my undies, eyeing the tiny spot of blood in the crotch of my underwear.
Great, I started spotting early…
When I’m sure there are no creepy crawlies or murder snakes lurking nearby, I squat down by the base of tree behind me. As a powerful stream of urine blasts the soil below, a small rodent comes out of the brush ahead and starts coming my way. Something rustles in the fallen leaves and brush to my right. Then, as I turn to the source of the sound, a large brown spider nearly the size of my hand scurries out from under the tree and runs right past me after the rodent that just barley races off. It scares me so badly that I spring up while still peeing, and as the spider turns to me and rises onto its back legs, I shuffle back as fast as I can, forgetting my pants are around my ankles.
And I fall backwards, my bare ass hitting soft leafy plants beside the tree before I drop almost a foot down an unexpected drop. I land back first onto a muddy slope that I begin to slide down. As I try to scramble to my feet, frantically grabbing for firm ground, I slip and begin sliding down the steep hill even faster until my attempt to stop sliding makes me go into a dizzying roll.
I scream at the top of my lungs during the tumble down the slope that seems to get steeper and steeper until I roll through a pool of muddy water only to drop off a ledge and splash down into cool water, my head, butt, and shoulder blade all hitting something hard.
I’m so disoriented that I lay there on my back for a bit, holding my head as the shallow stream washes over my body, looking up at the high walls of mud on both sides of me. There’s no way I can climb those to get out of this muddy crevice unless I maybe grab the roots sticking out of the soil walls and hoist myself up.
Groaning, I plant a hand down into the silt beneath the creek and sit up, looking at the hand that was holding my head.
“Thank god,” I whisper, wincing from the throbbing as I look down at the cuts on my right knee and left shin before eyeing the shorts and panties that are now only wrapped around one ankle as they flutter in the gentle current, clouds of mud pluming off them into the crystal-clear water. “Derek!” I call out in the direction I fell. “Derek? Anton?! Claire?! Kody?”
As much as I’d hate for everyone to see me naked from the waist down, I would be so damn happy if I saw them coming down the hill for me.
Frantically, I investigate the area. Since there are no anacondas or anything swimming after me, I shift into a squat and start washing the dirt off my scraped elbows and legs. As badly as I want to clean the mud caked on my bare ass so I can put my pants back on, my booty hasn’t been properly cleaned since my last shower at the Iquitos hotel, so it’s best I save that area for last.
The last thing I need is an infection out here.
As the last bit of soil is rinsed from my wounds, a noise in the distance steals my attention. Looking all around in a panic, I blindly wash my arms off, glancing down at my body only for a second to see if I should move on to another area.
With my arms now clean, I begin washing off the mud on the part of my turquoise shirt covering my tiny breasts. Right when I look up at where I heard that noise earlier, I feel something cold against the inside of my bare right thigh, but I pay it no mind because I assume it’s just cool water splashing me. But then I feel another cold sensation a little further up my leg near my crotch—a deliberate movement that feels like something slimy is quickly slithering its way up my inner thigh.
My eyes go wide and my mouth gapes open when I see this long, thick, pinkish worm with a head shaped like a narrow, phallic mushroom cap pushing against my labia.
“AHH!” I scream at the top of my lungs, falling on my ass as I reach for it.
Its smooth, unsegmented exterior is so slick that the tubular worm slips through my hand, parting my folds and my hanging inner lips with its penis crown shaped head before quickly slithering into my tight vaginal opening. In the blink of an eye, four or five inches of the rapidly wiggling thing that looks like raw chicken breast slips deep into me hard and fast by pushing off the inside of my leg with this freakish tail that looks like a cluster of pink translucent worms. The slick sensation of its girthy, squirming, pulsing invasion makes me whimper, and then the unwanted pleasure makes me moan.
Why did that make me moan like a dick just went in me instead of a horrific giant worm?
Probably because it feels like an actual cock—if a cock could wiggle and undulate.
As its sticky back end detaches from the space between my thigh and crotch, I pinch the base of the freaky tail hard right before the last two inches of creature can wiggle all the way in. It writhes violently as I pull its slippery, inch-and-a-half wide body out of me, and my pussy throbs from the sensation of its squirming girth slides back out of my tightness.
A breathy “oh” escapes me as its wide head leaves me with a gushy pop, and as I try to carry it far away from my crotch, I notice a white, fleshy tube leading from its protruding red mouth to the inside of my vagina. There are also thin strands of thick, semi-milky slime stretching between its head and my opening like snot. And as I’m pulling further, a tugging sensation in what feels like my cervix makes me stop trying to yank it out of me.
“Ah-ouch!” I pull again and it for sure tugs at my cervix. “AH!” I cry out from the sharp pain that throbs deep in my vagina. “What the fuck… OH! No, no, no… please don’t tell me that this thing is latched on to me or some shit…”
I pull again and more pain flashes from the entrance to my womb, so I bring the creature back towards my pussy and hold the squirming thing right outside my entrance while I brainstorming what to do. Now that I’m staring at it this close, I can’t help but think how much its shaft looks like a leathery, veiny horse penis, but skinnier. The body looks like a horse penis, but the head of it looks like more like the tip of a human’s cock…
Curiosity as to what it feels like strikes so, with my free hand, I gently squeeze its body, and I’m surprised to find that it legit has the firmness of an erect penis, much firmer than the Amazonian giant earthworms we found a few days ago. I then wrap my thumb and pointer tightly around it like a ring, stroking the worm’s slick shaft gently from tail to head to make sure there are no hidden barbs. It’s completely smooth, aside for a few veiny lumps and wrinkles, and I don’t feel any bones, just muscle. Halfway down, it flexes hard like a snake then wiggles side to side.
This thing is unlike any worm I’ve ever held while fishing with my dad. And it’s definitely not a snake. It seriously looks like some giant, human-like creature’s penis fell off and evolved to survive on its own.
As my fingers bump into the extremely firm, curved flesh at the base of the worm’s eyeless head, the phallic thing throbs and, the next thing I know, opaque, noodle-looking tentacles burst out from its mouth tube and quickly grow outward toward my labia like vines made of fleshy threads. The tentacles hit my outer lips before I can pull the creature away, and the glistening protrusions quickly web across my skin as more gooey looking tendrils sprout and branch out across my outer lips. And as I’m carrying it away, the sticky tentacles and tendrils pull at my skin like gorilla tape, and they don’t detach.
My eyes go wide, and I freeze. I’ve seen something this before in my invertebrate biology class… Nemertea, or ribbon worms, fire their long, branched proboscis to deter predators or entrap prey… That’s what’s spreading across my skin—that’s what’s latched onto my cervix…
“Or is in anchored in my cervix?” It does feel like something is pulsing beyond the pinhole opening.
Maybe if I put it back inside me it’ll suck its proboscis back into its mouth.
I bring the penis shaped creature back to my opening and the mass of tendrils on my labia immediately retract into the proboscis the second I mash its thick head between my inner lip’s flesh curtains. Holding tightly onto the hard ring at the base of the tail, I reluctantly plunge it into my vagina.
Fuck, I hate that this feels like a dick going it. A writhing slimy dick, but a dick none the less.
Slowly, I slide it into me inch by inch, but the worm wiggles excitedly and undulates, quickly burrowing all eight or nine inches of its shaft into me. When I feel it bottom out, something tickles my cervical hole. That’s when I pull it back out as fast as I can, stopping as soon as I see the proboscis is still tethered inside.
“Fuck!” I shout, plunging the slimy creature back in.
In slow and out fast, in slow and out slow—I basically fuck myself over and over with the worm creature at varying speeds like it’s a living dildo. The longer I go at it, the more pleasure courses through me.
This is so gross! “Ugh…” Why does it feel so fucking good though? I moan as a climax builds. There’s no way I’m about to come from this…
Every time I pull it out, I find its white mouth tube is still attached inside of me.
Every time I pull it out, it pulls my cervix at a shorter and shorter distances from my opening, like it’s reeling itself in.
Every time I pull it out, its body seems much longer and thinner, its mushroom cap head appears narrower like Sharpie marker cap, and its midsection seems to get girthier like it’s rearranging its insides and moving its fluids towards its tail so it can shrink itself to fit into a smaller hole.
Every time I pull it out, it’s covered in even more of that milky slime that looks like it’s oozing out of its mouth and from the rounded base of its head. And I push it into my cunt for the twentieth-fifth time, slickness gushes out of me and coats my fingers. Just like that, I lose my grip on its tail as I’m trying to pull it back out.
“No! No, no, no!” I panic, plunging my fingers into my vagina and trying to grab it
There’s too much of that slick goo inside for me to pinch it when I feel its widening tail rapidly inflating, like a pufferfish.
I lay back in the stream, part my labia, and try to flood my cunt with water before frantically scooping out the slime. Globs of thick slickness gushes out of me into the stream, turning it cloudy like semen ejaculated in water. When it feels like the bulk of goo is out, I maneuver into a squat and try pushing the thing out like I’m attempting to give birth to it while also trying to frantically scoop it with my finger. That’s when I feel its long, slick body coil up around my cervix. I pull my fingers out and remain squatted, hoping that if I stop antagonizing it, it will uncoil.
I’m panting hard as I sit on my haunches in the stream while waiting for it to move. A few seconds later, it slithers inside and my core spasms from the unfortunately pleasurable sensation. I feel a bulge in my vaginal canal as it wiggles down to my opening headfirst before flips around inside, its mushy tail brushing my G-spot hard before teasing my opening with a quick twist of its body. That makes me moan so hard, birds squawk above and fly away.
As I slowly plunge my fingers into my slippery hole to sneak up on it, there’s a tickling sensation in my cervix that quickly spreads deeper as the head of the thing aggressively nuzzles the conical tip of its head against my cervical opening. When my finger meets the cluster of wormy growths protruding from its tail end that’s wedged in the tightness right behind my vulva, it feels firmer and wider than before, like it fanned out and hardened. I can’t get my fingers around it no matter how hard I try. It’s like the creature’s tail has formed a taut, fleshy mesh that’s somehow clung to my vaginal walls and sealed me up.
“What fuck?!” I say through an exasperated breath, feeling around for a way past the firm little tubes while the creature writhes violently inside me.
Suddenly, pressure builds in the entrance of my cervix like its pulsing, rapidly writhing body is trying to force the tip of its shrinking head into my uterus…
All the way around the tail, there are plump, wormy protrusions that feel like soft gel vitamins are glued to my flesh! And as I scraping at the edges with my fingernails in an attempt to pry them off, a strange tingling sensation in my middle finger forces me to withdraw it from my pussy. That’s when I notice the tiny, pink, hair-like tendrils threading underneath the first layer of my skin, branching out and growing just like the tentacles of the mouth proboscis.
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. 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 presses 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 first started masturbating around 15-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 it, 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 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 the gross worm laid eggs in my womb before I got 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.
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.
From the moment I woke up, I felt happy and super energized, like I was on a mix of stimulants and opioids. Coupled with the feel-good haze that has me feeling drunk, I have this weird body high that has me hyper-aware of my skin and sensitive to the touch. It’s the feeling of eating a strong weed edible but more intense, like what I imagine talking ecstasy is like. I’m talking, when my shirt brushes my skin whenever I move, I feel like I’m being caressed gently by a lover, and it kind of turns me on. Water feels extra soothing when it washes over me. Wind tickles all my exposed flesh with every breeze, like dozes of little feathers are blowing over me or butterflies are landing on every inch of my skin.
This unexplained euphoria hasn’t waned at all. It has remained steady through breakfast, throughout the seemingly endless boat ride, and it’s still here as I’m walking up to my hotel room here in Iquitos, Peru.
As soon as I drop by bag by the beg, I head to the bathroom, start the shower, then strip. The second I step into the gentle spray of water from the showerhead, it makes my body quiver like I’m having a body-wide orgasm or something, and I can’t help but giggle from how much it tickles.
“Oh, yes!” I moan while shampooing my scalp. “Best shower of my life!”
Not only does it feel great to finally shower and scrub the rainforest grime and sweat off of it, the sensation of the soapy washcloth slipping all over my skin drives me mad, especially after I finally sweep the cloth back and forth across my vulva. When it brushes gently against my clit, my core spasms and I get the overwhelming urge to put shove something in my cunt right the fuck now.
Never have I ever been this horny before!
While I quickly wash my ass, my free hand caresses my tits before tracing a path south. Right as I rub that hard, extra-sensitive little nub, I drop the washcloth so I can finger myself with my left hand while my clit gets the attention it needs from the right. I plunge my fingers into my cunt and, like this morning when I fingered myself before I went for my morning pee to check my situation, my pussy is incredibly slick with milky slime, but it’s not overflowing with the stuff like it was last night.
The fingering and the clitoral stimulation make my knees go weak, so I sit in the tub facing the showerhead’s spray and spread my legs, finger-fucking myself with my middle two digits hard and fast. As a climax rolls through me, my cunt begins to gush as goo floods my vagina. While finger blasting myself, I look down, watching in astonishment as a staggering volume of milkiness oozes out of me like lava. Seeing all of that goo gushing out of me drives me absolutely wild.
Is this just how my pussy is now? Did that worm mutate my mucosa cells or something?
I pump my fingers in and out of me more violently as I enter a frenzied state, raking my G-spot in hard come-here motions. When the orgasm finally strikes, my abdomen spasms hard, my eyelids flutter as my eyes roll into the back of my head. My uterus flexes rhythmically seconds after my vagina begins pulsating. Pressure builds in my cervix again, and it feels like it’s dilating instead of contracting. The vaginal contractions force clearer, thicker slime to gush out of my pussy in big spurts like my cunt is puking pre-cum, and the goo floods into my palm as I slow down my finger-fucking. Then, just like last night, my pointer and middle finger bump into something kind of soft yet firm—something fluttering around inside of me that feels like one of those thin, red lace candies.
I look down in a panic and waste no time trying to feel around for whatever it was with my fingers. Unlike last night, I find it right away, stroking it with a slower come-here motion than what I do G-spot to get a feel for its shape and length. My middle finger traces along a skinny, fleshy tube that begins flapping around inside of me, slapping my fingers purposefully like it wants to bat me away. I drag my fingers down its length, tracing it all the way to the middle of my cervix…
My eyes widen and my jaw hangs when I feel that the fleshy noodle leads to something hard and wide that’s protruding from my fucking cervical hole. It feels like…
If feels like the hard tip of a penis-shaped head of that worm that crawled into me yesterday…
My breath hitches as my body begins to tremble. “I didn’t pull it out of me…” I whimper as I slowly pull my fingers out of my pussy.
As my trembling hand leaves my vulva, I see them through the sheet clear slime dangling between my palm and crotch—the translucent, noodle-like structures are rapidly webbing across my fingers from the white, pulsing proboscis that’s stretching out of my hole. More and more tendrils branch out by the second and quickly grow up my palm towards my wrist. The further I pull my hand away, the longer the proboscis stretches out of my vagina, pulsing and writhing as more protrusions branch out and wiggle in the air in search of something to grab onto.
“Holy fuck! No… No, no… This fucking thing has been living in me the whole time?” I whimper, my voice uneven and strained as I start to cry. “That worm has been living in my womb the whole fucking time!”
In a panic, I bring my hand back to my pussy and plunge my pointer, middle finger, and thumb inside my slickness, stretching myself as I drive my digits deep into me.
That’s why my vagina has been perpetually coated in slime and why more gushes out when I’m climaxing… Because this thing is lubing me up so it can slither in and out of my womb whenever it wants.
I fist myself until I find the worm’s firm head. It feels like it’s protruding out of my cervix even more than before. I try to pinch its head, but it’s so slippery, I just wind up caressing it over and over like it’s the slobber-covered tip of a penis that I’m trying to tease after deep-throating it.
That’s why I kept feeling pressure in my cervix when I orgasmed—it was worming its way to my vagina…
Right as I finally manage to grab its head between all three fingertips, I feel violent wiggling deep in my womb that lashes the interior walls as its body pulses hard in my cervix. The tight hole stretches and, suddenly, the head slips out from between my fingers as its powerful body wiggles backwards towards my uterus.
“No! No!” I sob, forcing my middle finger into my cervix with desperation right as the tiny hole is shutting, and I poke the thing’s head, scraping at it with my fingernail before it escapes my reach.
That’s when I start to feel the thing thrashing in my womb. I feel it twisting and flipping around, rapidly slithering all around my organ violently. And, when I look down at my belly, I see a fucking bulge at the base of my stomach right as I feel both ends of the creature pressing hard against opposing ends of my uterus’s walls like it’s stretching out in revolt.
I scream bloody murder, staring at my bulging belly in horror. Then I sit there in the shower with my knees clutched to my chest, sobbing as I rock back and forth. The entire time, the womb worm continues to alternate between thrashing and slithering all around my womb. It’s the most uncomfortable thing in the world, and it won’t fucked stop.
“Stop! Stop fucking moving!” I scream, hitting my lower abdomen with the base of my fist over and over until it finally settles down.
I really thought I got this fucking thing out of me, I think, bringing my knees back to my breasts then rocking back and forth while I sob. Either I only managed to rip its tail off before I lost consciousness, or it crawled back into me while I was unconscious… Considering all of that pink liquid I scooped out of my vagina after I regained consciousness, and considering I haven’t had any menstrual bleeding since this thing invaded me, it’s safe to assume the pink stuff was the creature’s blood after all…
“That’s probably why I’m not having any menstrual bleeding, because that fucking womb parasite has been feeding on my shedding endometrium…”
Wait… Standing in the middle of an Amazonian stream with no underwear or pants the day I started spotting from my period is probably why that fucking worm crawled into me so aggressively in the first place… It was hungry and it smelled my menstruating hole the second it ended up on my body… That’s why it sped up when it got closer to my vagina. That’s why it fought so hard to burrow into my cervix.
The thing inside of my uterus slowly slithers all across the inner flesh of my organ, and the slippery sensation of its sporadic, twisting movements makes my womb spasm like mild period cramps.
I have to see a doctor right the fuck now, I think, my entire body trembling as I stagger to my feet. But our flight is in almost three hours. There’s no way they can see me and treat me in that amount of time… And even if they do, I highly doubt a Peruvian hospital has the medical technology or expertise to treat me here.
“Whatever,” I whisper, vigorously drying myself off, “I have to try. I have to. Before something bad happens.” I snatch my phone off the marble counter and dial up Derek, staring into my wide sapphire eyes in the mirror while the phone rings.
He answers after four rings with a groan. “Ugh… Hey, Lena.”
“Hey,” I say, trying to sound calm. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s no biggie. I can sleep on the plane later.” He does a sleepy chuckle. “What’s up, Blue Eyes?”
“Don’t freak out, but I think I need to go to the ER before we leave…”
There’s rustling on his end like he’s sprung up out of bed. “Holy shit, what’s wrong?
“Uhhhhh…” I hum until I can think of an excuse other than, ‘there’s a cock-shaped worm feeding off my uterus and I need it out immediately.’ “I kind of have a weird rash-thing somewhere I’d prefer not to have a rash when I have to sit on a plane for hours. Probably from rolling and sliding through mud without pants…”
“Shit. Okay, yeah. Let me just get ready.”
“Thanks! I’ll call the others and let them know we’ll probably have to leave for the airport from the hospital.”
--End of Chapter 3--
(Preview of Chapter 4: At the hospital, a Peruvian doctor inserts and endoscope into Lena's womb and makes a horrifying discovery...)