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DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictional text roleplay and all characters depicted within are the intellectual property of Silversune and their friend. The story contains dark adult themes of capture, sacrifice, slugs, mind control, impregnation, male impregnation and rape. If you are under 18, it is illegal to read this sort of content in your region, or if you do not enjoy these types of stories please read no further. You have been warned.

A collection of old journals purchased in an estate sale have led you and your partner to a small island off the coast of New Guinea, curious as to what sort of culture these century-old texts refer to as historical record falls short. The trek into the jungle is a lengthy one, doubly so when the local guide decides it best to sneak away, but hardly a mile further into the thick rain forest they will stumble across a clearing. Not just any clearing either, as the ancient former pyramid in the center is surrounded by nearly one hundred meters of sea salt, though exploration will have to wait as night is falling rapidly... It doesn't take him too long to set up the tent and ready the mosquito spray, leaving you to collect some water to boil for safe drinking... Venturing near the river to collect some water, you feel the mother of all mosquitos stab into your neck though when you look down at your reflection in the moonlit waters you will see a dart with a red feather plume sticking from your neck.

It was a fools mission, that is what many said when Lex had first spoken of the journals with her friends, but at least she had one colleague who was interested enough to join her. And what a discovery. The salt, not a native feature, only deepened the mystery and it was only the oncoming darkness which kept her from suggesting they go and take a better look. Instead the young woman went about those typical duties without complaint, her excitement distracting her from the ever present dangers that the jungles present. At the sudden pain she initially reached up to the bug away only to pause upon seeing the reflection of the plume. Instead the dart was withdrawn and before a full frown even formed the numbness started spreading through her, expanding with each beat of her heart before she collapsed on the ground near the overturned bucket as consciousness fled.

The chill of the mud would be the last thing you feel before darkness overtakes your sight and consciousness leaves your body... You would not feel the men grabbing you and carrying you away from your campsite and your partner, bringing you back to their village on the other side of the ruins which they take care to avoid. You also would not feel them stripping off the majority of your clothing and rubbing a blend of citrus fruits and herbs into your skin, their fingers knowing no shame as they focus the tingling mixture on your mound, rear, and chest specifically. How long you are out for exactly is unknown, but the first thing you see are the stone bricks of the ruins all around you, only just visible with the dawning light of the sun peeking in through the opening above that you are being lowered through. Vines bind your wrists behind your back and from there you are lowered, dangling like a piñata with the slick, mossy stone walls all but impossible for your feet to find purchase on.

Lexy's eyes open slowly and then wide a moment after as she starts to look around herself. The scents of her body aren't even noticed as she looks over the ancient bricks and then up at the glimpse of sunlight above. She struggles in the grip of the vines before attempting to find a foothold or something to slow her descent. Her eyes turn down next, trying to puzzle out what she will be landing on and, given her state, assuming the worst... which would be a pile of bones. She looks back up again before starting to yell, for her friend, for help, for mercy... none of which are likely to be answering her.

The only thing your cries get you is an earful of your own echo, but even those are steadily drowned out by a churning, bubbling sound from below in the darkness. As light of the sun leaves your eyes, you will start to notice a different type of light glowing in its stead, namely that of fungus. Bioluminescent mushrooms line the shaft you are lowered down, but it isn't until you descend into a massive cavern that the truly odd things are seen. Mushrooms ranging from the size of thimbles to Volkswagens fill the massive cave, seeming to sprout up from marshy islands in the middle of a bubbling lake of what is hopefully water, though no scent is in the air to say it isn't. The humidity down here is also incredible, making you sweat in seconds and doing a good job of smearing that oil on your skin all over you, which is readily seen as it glows until the blue light cast off from the mushrooms... At least until the vine lowering you is released and you drop the remaining several feet into warm water that is quite deep.

As the sweat breaks out she takes advantage of the oil of her sweat as well as those that were rubbed into her skin to start trying to free her wrists. And a good thing as well as the sudden drop doesn't give her time to get a breath. There is a splash and the girl sinks down before starting to try and propel herself upwards, the water helping the oil to free her hands from the vine and she suddenly breaks the surface and sputters a few times before swimming to the closest bit of 'land'... be it a fungus or not to pull herself out and flop over onto her back while panting to get her breath.

The 'land' you have flopped on to is little more than fungus itself, but at least it is supporting your weight. Even if it does feel like a soggy lump of foam! You make also notice that the glowing oil still lingers on you despite the dunking, trapped beneath your bra and your panties which might be why they were left on. The rest of the glowing substance floats over the water with the help of the ripples you make when you splashed down, sending their silent signal throughout the cavern... Unheard by you, a rather large slug lowers down from the roof of the cavern on a long strand of slime, easing itself towards you with antennae and feelers extended curiously until it picks up on your scent and drops from its rappel line to plop on your stomach with a sickening smack. It is cold and slimy, but also nearly a foot long and lacking much of any color, nearly a bone white.

Lexy closes her eyes for a few moments and breaths before freezing... some fungus let off spores, don't they? The thought causes her eyes to open and then they lower to the bra and the oiled skin peeking out from it. She makes a face and starts to gather her wits when the plop is felt and she sits up suddenly, looking at the slug in horror that turns to disgust. She rolls to the side then and tries to knock it off without touching much of it, but when it doesn't really work out she starts trying to grab and pull it off of her while a shudder races through her body and she starts to look around for more like it.

The slug doesn't even seem to notice your attempts to roll and buck it off, as it has quite the grip even on your oiled skin as you'll soon discover. It carries on and starts to slide over your belly button, getting so far as to tuck its head into there when you try again to remove it, which would require you to peel it off as it sticks to you like a cheese pizza to the top of the box, and it makes just about as many strands of goo in its wake. It doesn't seem too bother though, only trying to resume crawling over you even as it is hoisted and likely tossed aside... It is around that time that you start to notice other slugs all around you, sneaking out of their burrows in the fungus and heading toward you, slowly of course. That said, about a dozen are living in the space which you are sitting on and they greet you in turn, several squirming up over your thighs and bottom, both inside and outside of your wet panties.

Lexy blechs and then she pulls it off and hurls it away from her into the water. She stops then and looks around herself, staring for a few moments before trying to toss away the closest ones, even going so far as to pull her knees to her chest. She lets out a few more shouts for help only to realize her mistake in holding still as she looks between her legs and sees more of the slugs crawling over her panties. Her fingers start to pluck them off and toss them away, but it's a losing battle as she even reaches into the panties to pull them out.. but more are able to get on her than she is able to get off, especially as their slime is coating her fingers and making it harder and harder to pry them off of her body and away from her more tender areas.

They are everywhere! They seem to rise up from the ground all around you and some even drop in from the ceiling, quickly overwhelming your ability to remove them as their slimy siege continues all over your body. You can feel the muscles in the foot along their underside as they move, quite ticklish if the chill or excitement wasn't blocking out such sensations at the moment! One of them has made it between your legs, sliding over your mound and probing its feeler into your folds as it moves over your clit with a cold, slimy touch. Your fingers slip off of the tail of it from all the slime and you suffer for it, as it starts to plunge into you without hesitation, using its own slime to wiggle itself inside while another mimics such behavior at your backdoor as well.

Lexy could cry in frustration. Every time she reaches it's like two more take the place of the one she was fighting with. As she's struggling with the one under her panties her fingers slide off and then a shudder races through her, one not caused by revulsion even if that is the main emotion she's feeling. That and panic. The panic that only deepens as she feels the sudden coolness pushing into her body and she lets out a yelp while trying to grab the tail before it goes in while at the same time her other hand reaches behind her and tries to pull the one pushing into her ass out... Not even thinking that with her hands like that it might as well be like she's not wearing any undies at all.

All your fingers manage to do is chase the poor slug deeper into you, squeezing the thick middle section of itself inside with a roll of its muscles, after which you become introduced to the prickly little spines hidden within the mucus of its body. They aren't painful going it, but if you did manage to grasp it and pull the slug back, it would probably feel worse than a pineapple in there! As the tail of the slug slips into your sex, you can feel every inch of it as it slides into your body, slithering down your channel towards your cervix at a maddening rate while other slugs line themselves up to join it. Luckily you are able to stop the one from entering your rump, but which disturbed it releases more mucus to gum up your hand, allowing two of its cousins to compete at which one gets to enter you first! Some are even curling under your bra and sliding over your breasts, even between them with cold slimy flesh brushing over you, especially your nipples.

Lexy's fingers push deeply into her and she tries to get at the slug within her before she feels those spines. With a curse she releases it, realizing there's little she can do like this. At least she is able to get the other stopped, though the suddenly gummy hand causes her to shudder and not even notice the other two racing their way within. In fact her attention, now that she's been invaded, moves towards the ones in her bra. Flipping it up she uses both hands to push the slugs down and away before pulling the fabric down again, the recently teased nipples standing out against the sodden fabric. Shivering then, the coolness within her felt keenly the girl looks around for anything to help her and suddenly starts to crawl towards the water, hoping to use it to wash off the slugs in a last ditch attempt to save herself from the well progressing invasion.

The two slugs at your rear ultimately dive into your rear together, using their boneless bodies and vast amounts of slime to bypass your natural and likely forced tightness, though they are forced to use a rippling method that digs their spines into you for grip. Like little needles tickling and stimulating your sex through the thin barrier they share, the two slugs tumble and wrestle with each other to determine which slug will be the male and which female in their shared desire to mate within you. That might also provide enough of a distraction that you may fail to notice your cervix failing you, as the original slug in your sex begins to creep past it and into virgin territory, one step closer to its goal... The slime trail it has left seems to have attracted the others as well, as no less than half a dozen slugs have begun trying to jockey for position at your entrance, wriggling their cold bodies over your folds and pinching your clit in their struggles. Both of your nipples are bitten by the slugs, harmless enough, but their little spiked tongues poke and jab at your tender flesh in like little wire bristles, though they quickly decide that your body isn't for eating, which is good because you are nearly entirely covered with them now from the soles of your feet up to the top of your head. Best not open your mouth!

Lexy tries to keep her face free now... that it's only thing left to her... But blindly she crawls into the water and then tries to wash them away while her body twitches and shudders... Her bra and her panties... both are filled with the writhing bodies. As her clit is stimulated she starts to unwittingly moan with clenched teeth... but unfortunately for her she does feel the cervix parting and as it stretches out the entry to push up into her womb she cries out suddenly, the tight muscles clamping down on the intruders, though it's hard to tell if her body is trying to keep the rest out or pull the ones within deeper; either way the constant teasing of her clit is no help and the next series of shudders which come are due to unwanted pleasure and the release of her own slickness.

The slug lodged in your cervix cannot be pulled back without the spines shredding you, so when your muscles clench down it only slips into you like a bar of soap, though far larger and colder. It seems to really come alive in your untouched womb when you climax around it and coat it in your juices, which are actually killing it. This spurs it to complete its final act in life and in the middle of its writhing you can feel something wriggling even further into you, a slender tendril penis that has worked its way in almost directly to your ovaries before releasing its own seed. The chemicals the dying slug releases make prolong your orgasm, trying to trick your body into giving more eggs for its sperm. The other slugs in and near your sex start writhing once your slickness hits them as well, feeding more of those chemicals into your blood that will turn your sex into a blazing heat that only a hard dicking can put out, forcing you to think about your partner in new and creative ways. Even the horses you rode on the way here; nothing is sacred. The twin slugs in your ass have begun making with each other, making use of their twin genders, swelling with their own eggs while the slugs at your nipples begin to insert their own dicks into your breasts which, odd as that might feel, also carries with it an amazing sense of pleasure.

Lexy holds onto the fungus now as, obviously, the water has not helped her situation and as the pleasure races through her she risks sinking. Her fingers dig into the spongey fungus as the penis moves up and is able to not only fertilize one egg, but a number which have broken free thanks to those chemicals. She thrashes a bit, her body continuously convulsing as the slugs jostle within her body. As her nipples are pierced by the tiny cocks a hand goes to her chest and rubs it before she suddenly pulls it away and, distressed by her reactions, she gains just enough muscle control and mind to swim to the other side of the water and climb up onto the shore there before collapsing onto the fungus.

Some of the slugs do fall off of you when you swim over to the other mound of fungus, but those inside you or having at least some part of themselves inside you remain quite attached! Your breasts are filled with seed the instant the little dicks have reached far enough to do so, adding enough seed to make your chest feel that much more... more. It doesn't end there though, as once the seed stops flowing and their cocks pull out, ovipositors are quick to take their place and supply eggs for all that lovely seed to play with. A similar feat is acted out inside your bottom as the two slugs in their continue to swell with their dual load of fertile eggs, needing to release them before their bodies burst, giving you the feeling of a thick pudding sliding even deeper into your innards. The first slug, satisfied that you've been knocked up by its actions, finally dies and begins to melt inside of you; the final reagent for the cycle. Orgasms roll off of you so rapidly it feels like your belly is cramping from the strain, forcing egg after egg to be produced while turning the other functions of your brain off to savor the ride. Which is good, as when arriving on the new 'island' you awaken this population of slugs and begin the cycle again... You're in for a long day.

As the eggs join the sperm and begin to co-mingle together the girl's moderate breasts grow larger and are pushed firmer against the bra which is, despite everything, holding up surprisingly well. Her underwear is filled with squirming bodies though, at least until some push into her and then others start moving in to take their place. The bodies start even to stretch her body so that more can fit within her vagina and two, at least, can move into her uterus so that each of her tubes can be pummeled and seeded. As orgasm after orgasm runs through her and her body begins to feel on fire, thanks to the chemicals the slugs are spreading within her, she starts to welcome the cool bodies filling her (though if she let herself think she'd be disgusted still) and soon she's found to be pushing more into the confines of her underwear so that they can find residence in pussy or ass, both of which are quite stuffed.

As the slugs fill your body with their own and all of their eggs, they will start dying off to provide more nourishment for the young to be and to help make way for new arrivals, only stacking fuel onto the fire burning within you. Soon just one slug isn't enough and you need more to cool your flaming sex, though the number of slugs available seems to dwindle as you swell from the amount of eggs in you, which says a lot about just how many are in there given their tiny size! With your belly bloated out like a post-Thanksgiving feast and your breasts having grown enough to make your bra strain, you start to notice a lack of slugs even in your feral mindset, having cleared out the entire island's population of them. Even if you're full of eggs you still need more, ever more things inside you to soothe that heat, heat that those eggs need to properly develop.

All the orgasms fade and only the heat lingers, the burning need for more and when she doesn't see any more then she starts to push herself up, lead only by the light cast by the fungus in the caverns, and she starts to look for more things to fill the need, her eyes and hands searching as she goes even so far as to pry the slugs from her tits and shove those into her panties amid her search, each movement ungainly due to the unfamiliar weight and distracting hungers that are filling her.

The slugs squirm when they are pulled from your breasts, which might require more effort than you think when it comes to pulling their foot-long penis from your nipples, complete with quiet pops when the flared tips escape you. They have no eggs to give your body, having released those in your chest, but they can dissolve and feed the eggs within you once exposed to your dampness. Stepping on the floating fungus takes effort on its own, but once all of those eggs making up that extra weight start hatching, it is game over. The eggs pop open with a little snap at the chemical change between the fluid inside the egg and your own, feeling like the largest pack of pop rocks going off right against those deliciously tender inner walls of yours. The slugs themselves are tiny, but they are far quicker than their parents and more resistant to your body's make up, though they all still try to escape you in mass with seemingly hundreds in both your sex and ass each, and roughly the same trying to slide from your nipples in single file. Your own fertilized eggs remain dormant for now however, which is good as they have grown to the size of a chicken egg by now.

Part of the young woman is still horrified, but another part can't help but groan as the penises are drawn out and she marvels at just how long they are. The slugs are quickly pushed into her body where they can feed the rest. As suddenly the small eggs begin to hatch she lets out a sudden gasp and sinks to her knees. Quickly her panties are filled again with the newly hatched invertebrates and she reaches down a hand cupping it over her clit, holding them there as the rest continue to escape and shivers race through her. She starts to orgasm once again then, her back arching as her body empties of the invaders, all but the larger eggs which keep her belly swollen.

The baby slugs pour out of you when you orgasm, rushing out in a slurry of slickness and slime that fills your hand and likely your panties after! The little ones are quick to move once stable however, crawling across your body like dozens of tiny, cold tongues that only tease your heated body with their silvery trails. No part of you is spared as they crawl off of you, some trying to enter your ears and nose while others tickle beneath your arms and between your toes. Once they reach the fungus below they quickly burrow in, ready to start feeding on it and growing for the next passer by... The eggs that remain are the more worrisome however because, as anyone can tell you, slugs are full of parasites, and now inside you womb live three such parasites that, once they hatch, will start transforming your body to suit their desire; to spread.

After their brethren's departure the eggs continue to grow, the nutrients which helped the little slugs hatch so quickly still feeding them. In the end they are each about the size of a large orange. The hatching occurs when the larger slugs pierce the thickened film which the 'shell' is comprised of. As they do, the flood of their amniotic juices spill out and into her blood system to travel to other parts of her body. The trios settles into the sides of her womb attaching to the walls and then begin to produce more eggs, though they are similar to the ones which were laid by the previous invaders, which start to line every free space within the womb so that they can be fed into another host. Meanwhile the parasites which have traveled through her blood move up to her breasts and 'clean up' the areas previously used as a mating ground to cause the cells there to start producing milk and a new variety of slugs.

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After all the sun has gone down, the silence of the cavern is broken by something rattling down the stone shaft that leads up to the surface, revealed to be a bright orange glow stick that splashes into the water and sinks, though doesn't fade from sight in the clear stream water. Followed shortly thereafter with a line of rope and the sounds of boots scraping against stone, you can hear Jacob coming long before you ever see decently muscular form, though he remains attached to the rope when he finally does come swinging down. "Lex?" he calls out for you with an echo, getting that out first before scanning the strange, glowing cave with the light mounted on his head. Wearing his trusty climbing shoes and his lucky pack, the rest of his clothing looks worse for wear given the day he's had looking for you, but the hope of finding you is fighting off his exhaustion. It also seems to have gotten him to get his act together more than usual too, having tied his black hair back in a ponytail, allowing his dirty face to be seen clearly as he looks around the cavern.

Lexy is so covered in slime and what rubbed off of the fungi in her writhing that she could be another part of the cavern almost. Indeed she's easily overlooked as she doesn't respond to the voice. There is that part of her, that tiny voice that still is screaming at her to get up and move, to get out of the pit and get as far away from it as possible, but there are other voices now. Maybe it's the voice of the creatures that are not only within her, but are quickly becoming a part of her, or maybe it is a half mad voice urging her to do anything to get them out, or do anything to appease them, or do anything to enjoy them. But those voices drown out the rational one entirely and they hear the new arrival and recognize him as an opportunity to do all those things. So she doesn't move from where she is seated with her knees drawn up to her chest, but she does make a little sound to draw his attention. A mere whimper really. When he sees her he sees the girl he knew, but nearly naked... her bra and undies covered in the grime of the cavern, her skin likewise coated with it... but her body has returned to a normal appearance mostly thanks to the time she has had to rest and the parasites recuperative affects. Her belly is only a little swollen and while her breasts are still swollen and full that might not be as noticeable given her apparent state and distress.

Jacob scans the room with the lamp on his head as he calls out again, listening for a response between pings of his echo. Luckily his hearing is sharp enough to pick up that whimpered sound coming from you, turning his head to look for the source when he finds you, likely blinding you with his light. "Lexy!" he gasps, lowering himself down to one of the fungus islands with a grunt and fighting with his gear to untie himself from his rope, "Lexy are you okay?" Once clear of the rope he dives into the water to swim over to you; which is something he's always been good at, being born and raised in the Caribbean. Being the result of about ten different ethnic groups has given him a lovely tan skin that seems to lack the dark or heavy body hair of most Latin, suggestion that there's fair portion of Indian in his blood, made all the more obvious by his dark hair and eyes, all of which shine brightly in the fungal glow. "Lexy?" he asks again in his faintly British-accented voice, crawling out of the water on your little island.

Lexy does indeed turn her head away from the light as you turn towards her, but otherwise she doesn't move. Only when you've crossed the water and gotten closer does she say anything, half turning towards you while still curled in on herself, "help...me.." her voice is a whisper, but her eyes speak volumes. There's fear there, certainly, but also a burning hunger. As you get closer she suddenly moves towards you, sliding into your arms and pressing up against her, at the same time covering up any of the noticeable changes by getting so close. She looks up then before whispering out, "need..." There's a shiver through her and then she's pulling at your clothes. Perhaps she's in a state of shock and just needs human touch to remind herself she's alive, it's a mechanism that people who believe they're going to die will fall back on, so it's certainly feasible; whatever it is though her hands are quick to start pulling off your clothing while her mouth starts exploring the areas exposed.

Jacob is nearly in as much shock himself, though it comes from a mixture of joy at finding you and the fear of not knowing what happened to you. "Yeah, c'mon and we'll get you to a doctor, okay Lex-y?" he pauses when you get close to him like that, having never heard of such reactions to being rescued before, leaving him wordless as he stares down at you though he does click his light off so as to not blind you. Thinking that you're reaching for his rappel gear, he starts to move to assist you in taking it off of him so he can put it on you, but your hands don't go so low on him and he freezes, staring at you in the glowing light with a new form of shock on his face. "What has gotten into you?" he asks before leaning away once his shirt is tugged off, not wanting to enjoy how your mouth feels on his nearly hairless skin at this exact moment, as much as he's wanted it in the past...

Lexy's hands don't stop... but as you lean away from her mouth she lifts those hungry eyes once more, "need... you." Her fingers are at your pants though, unfastening them and since you were starting to help with the rappel gear she finishes that job up too. Ducking her head she leans in again, another brush of lips against chest, then teeth and then tongue over a nipple while her hands push down on your clothes, attempting to push them off entirely while never moving away from you.

Jacob is just conflicted now, as he won't deny he wants this but there is a time and place for such things and now is not it, making him believe that you fell down that shaft and landed on your head. When his pants are opened and his gear removed, he just stares at you with his blush hidden by the dark, frozen when his rising arousal is exposed for your overly eager hands. The soft touch of your lips against his nipple draws a jump from him and he gasps, tensing when teeth brush over the shockingly tender nub. "Lex..," he offers in a gasp, hands on your shoulders to try and push you away while you take advantage and tug his climbing shorts and unstrapped gear down, which makes him jump again when his bare cheeks rest on the fungus float.

The hunger is burning in her once again, but there's something more to it. It's not just her hunger, but the desire of what's in her to spread the infestation further. When your cock is free the press of her sodden panties is felt against it as she pushes her hips forward. Within though one of the three shifts and begins to grow, the other two having already done the same in opposite to move up into her tubes and take them over. Unlike those, this one begins to extend a thick penis down through her cervix and into her vagina, the head of it starting to emerge as she starts to rub against you. Meanwhile milk begins to dampen her bra, but the material thankfully hides the squirming worms swimming within it. As you start to try and push her away though she swats your hand away and instead takes you by the arm to suddenly, and with a surprising amount of strength, flip you over onto your belly.

Jacob's fingers dig into the fungus below as your soaked panties brush up against his flagging cock, kicking the stubbornness from it and making him grit his teeth from how it feels to have that layer of cool, damp cloth between his arousal and your sex. You can feel the crown of his cut member pressing through those panties to nudge at your new treat for a brief moment though he is too distracted to notice it at first. Not that he has much time to, as he finds himself face down with a mouthful of who knows what, sputtering and spitting it out before he growls back at you. "What the fuck Lex?!" He may seem angry, but the lack of a tan line on his backside suggests he might be used to showing off to some degree!

Lexy's hands find your shoulders and she doesn't quite hold you down as attempt to hold you in place... though she might do the later if needed. There's a little sound, a soft groan and then she looks down at the outline that looks very much like a cock pushing at her panties. One of the hands lift and pushes them down finally and the pale white phallus bounces free before moving of its own will as the large slug within her attempts to find the warmth of the second body. She doesn't answer your question at all as she allows the parasite to draw her down, the length of it slick with not only its own secretions, but hers, and then you can feel as it starts to push between those cheeks. There is no foreplay though as you start feeling pressure right at the entry and she pushes down, forcing you to either accept or to rub your shaft into the fungus below you. Meanwhile her bra has begun to leak and, perhaps urged by the slugs or some perverse imp, she gets a handful of milk and worms before reaching around to start stroking her hand up and down your cock.

He struggles plenty when your hands hold onto his shoulders, but any real display of strength only forces his limbs into the mound beneath him, and even his climbing shoes fail to find purchase. "Lex... goddamnit... Let me go!" he tries once again, though when he looks back over at you from over his shoulder he notices that gaze on your face, forcing his own eyes downward towards that shapely girth bowing out your panties. "You're a fucking tranny?!" he cries out in a rage, only for you to expose the true nature of your 'cock' and he freezes for that split second, until it starts moving on its own. His fists pound at the fungus below as he half crawls, half swims to try and escape that sluggy thing, only to arch up like a cat when it touches his poor virgin pucker. Naturally he leans away from it, but one his shaft touches the fungus he quickly reverse, only to feel your tip spreading him open when he does. "Lexy please! Don't... do this!" Distracted mid speak by your hand caressing his stone hard cock, he doesn't really notice the worms until they start to get trapped against his crown and wriggle, drawing a quiet whimper from his lips.

Perhaps there is a little bit of her left in there as your pleas are answered with a soft, "can't..." and then there's a shudder as the eggs that they had been filling her with begin to hatch and, without an immediate escape, they begin growing... "Need to..." There's a note of sadness, but the words are spoken with more hunger. She pushes forward again and more than the tip starts to push into you, but then she stills and instead it starts to go deeper on its own. The girth of it starts to rub against your prostate then while it probes for a cervix and continues to slide from her into you. At one point she even seems to start to pull back, but the spines stop her. The hand on your cock moves away and she uses her hands to pull you back onto your knees so she can sit up a little more and pull off the bra. A glance down into it shows her the squirming mass, and then she draws it around to begin stroking you once more, wrapping the squirming, slug filled cups around your shaft.

That slip of the tongue is touching and heartbreaking at the same time, as he knows you are doing this against your will, only making the slide of that slug into his bottom all the more awkward and painful, emotionally. Toes curl in his shoes and he grits his teeth, arching up like a cat when your false cock eases in further, then again on its own with that touch against his gland making his nerves spark. He throbs in your hand from such attention to his untouched prostate, swelling slightly into a higher state of arousal even as you tug him upwards, making that thing inside him shift around against that magic spot and thus taking the fight from him. Having the shed bra tucked against his cock makes his erection harder to have all those cold, milky slugs squirming against it, making him try to shift away from it without pressing his rear back into the slug slipping out of your sex.

As it continues to push in deeper there is almost the feeling that you're being fed it. The tightness of your virgin entry though causes it to have to thrust in and pull itself repeatedly, fucking deeper up into you to the point it feels like your being impaled on a long pole, but the pressure only increases against your prostate, firmly massaging it. Finally it slips from her entirely and there's a shudder before the suddenly 'empty' feeling causes her hunger to build again. Meanwhile within you the slug, finding no cervix or uterus, and being far too deep to be withdrawn begins to thrust and shift around, beginning to deposit a series of eggs along its length. The bra stroking along your shaft seems only a cruel source of pleasure, but it grows worse when she pays more attention to the head and some of the worms start to slip into your urethra and start writhing their way down along the shaft and once the few start the rest, sensing the trail left, begin to follow even after she stops stroking and merely holds the cup below your cockhead.

Jacob's knees bend heavily at the knees as your slug slides into him all on its own, worming itself deeper and deeper into him with a breath gasp escaping from his panting mouth, unable to wrap his mind around the sensation of something so wiggling and slick entering him and bringing his body into a higher stage of pleasure. Fingers clutched in the fungus, his eyes lid and he gives a groan each time that slug thrusts further into him, legs weakly trembling in the air, drawing his eyes back to look at you just in time to see the tail of it slipping into him. Now bloated with the entire slug, hot breaths rapidly puff from his gaping mouth, subjected to every slight motion of the creature within him and it drives him mad! Precum flows over those slugs presented to his cockhead, unable to keep from shivering as they crawl around his crown... then inside his glans, which makes him lose his breath. Mouth open in an expression of pleasure and agony both, no sounds escape him at first, only writhing as his cock is tormented by the slug assault that dams his pre with their chilly bodies. "F-ffuck!"

Steadily they start to move deeper into you, worming their way down to the base of your shaft and then past prostate which, with the added pressure of the slug and the eggs it is laying, is a tight squeezes and it seems as if you can feel each one. They continue to swim upstream against your pre, almost following it, as they start to move up into the vas deferens and steadily towards your ball sac. While the trail feels as if ends Lexy takes the place of her hand and pushes you down onto your back as she crawls over you and lowers her vagina onto your shaft without even a moment's pause. Her own slugs, now able to leave their 'birthing chamber' are eager to escape only to find instead another invader. This time there is a slit though and they start to follow after the creamy milk slugs while she starts to ride you and droplets of milk and worms fall over your chest. The slug in your ass pays no mind to what else is going on and continues to fill you, sliding deeper to get more room until it feels like your entirely ass is plugged solid from the ring up to your intestines, but all is connected as every shift that the slug makes causes a chain reaction of sensations to race down through the egg sacs.

The young man simply cannot handle the feeling of those slugs marching into his body, tickling his gland from the inside and making him work up a sweat writhing, gasping and crying out as each one adds to the size of his swaying sack with small bulges traveling under his hairless skin. He climaxes hard, harder than he ever has before, but nothing escapes him with all the slugs blocking the path, forcing his balls to swallow that load back down and only add to the pressure his whole unit feels now. Their continued exploration ensures that he never recovers from his orgasm, forced to ride it out for what must feel like an eternity, trying desperately to get relief. It only grows worse when he is flipped over again, eyes wide as the incredible heat of your sex slides down over his already overwhelmed cock, so sensitive that he cries out once you hilt him into yourself... and expose his trapped cockhead to those slugs within you. Their advance draws his eyes back into his head and his palms into your thighs in his squirming, lifting you off of the fungus with a futile thrust of his hips that also shows the location of that slug in his guts when his skin stretches, only to be streaked with white and worms when your breasts wobble from the motion.

Lexy arches above you, the feeling of your thick cock filling the need she had and the swell of her belly lessens as she deposits the writhing slugs within you. As they fill you and force your sac to swell with their contents the pressure from the cum is eased as they start to absorb it. It's when the two different types meet within your sack that they start to swirl with each other, one absorbing the other and then beginning to move into the cum production areas to feast on that and grow only to break off in smaller worms which, when you orgasm, will make their escape. By now all the slugs have pushed their way into your balls and your urethra is free once again.. but not so your ass which feels as if the eggs are growing within it now. As you grab her by the thighs and she sees the outline of the slug buried deep within you the young woman arches and shudders, one hand taking yours and pulling it to her belly so that you can feel the two writhing within her. She bends over then and offers you one of the milky nipples to drink from as an orgasm explodes through her body and she clenches around your cock, the trickle of milk from her breast becoming a fount pressed to your mouth so you must swallow both the milk and all that it contains.

Jacob is very much indeed holding onto your thighs for dear life at this point, reflexively clutching at you as his body ceases to become his own, betrayed by the woman he had a crush on into bearing her odd children. Feelings of anger are far from his mind however, too lost in the sea of pleasure your attentions are providing him, making it hard to tell what part of him is actually him and what is you. Writhing and howling out for you, he is floored when he feels his urethra open up, making him tremble from the force of the very sudden and muchly needed climax. At first it simply sputters out weakly, bringing a few worms with it, but then the pressure builds when his muscles clench, firing his seed off in loads you can feel traveling up the underside of his shaft, forcing his cock to swell excessively large to fire off the slugs. The slug inside of him is held quite firmly where it is, along with its clutch of eggs which can be faintly seen in the blue fungus lights, his mind so lost in pleasure that he doesn't even think twice about swallow your milk with loud, audible chugs. He'll likely end up swallowing a lot of air too, and possibly belching a slug out of his nose in the process.

As you climax and your body clenches the eggs begin to 'pop' within you, each one oozing out a fluid very much like the one which affected Lexy's body, though there's no telling just what changes it will cause in a male. The pops begin closest to where the large slug resides and then continue down, which keeps the fluid and the other slugs from escaping immediately. Soon enough though the last egg pops and the smaller slugs pour out of you, though the large remains, part of its body still pressed up against your much abused prostate while the rest is deeper so that you can do nothing to pull it out. Lexy shudders with each pulse of her own orgasm and the feeling of being refilled up though these, given their strange nature, start to attach to the walls of her vagina rather than going deeper, leaving a teasingly ticklish tunnel for the next time. The milk that spills into your mouth is rich and, of course, quite alive... though your stomach acids will kill them off and leave their 'nutrients' for your body to absorb later. As finally her orgasm ends, her body far too exhausted for more, Lexy falls over onto her side and then lifts her gaze to the still cuming cock and she grows hungry and puts the head into her mouth, nursing a little as you were just forced to do from her chest before finally releasing and flopping down entirely on the fungus of your new twilight home.