Note: My apologies, but this is the final chapter my publisher is allowing me to post on here as all 14 chapters of the book have been published in its entirety under the title The Amazonian Uteroboscis by B.L. Overman (its on KDP, so you can read for free there if you have that). That being said, I have more deliciously disturbing reads to post on here, so I will not neglect all of you!

Also I’ll be posting a few chapters of another story called The Yoni Flower and another called Lizzy’s Flower Glizzy on my author page in the next week or so. Both stories are interconnected and in the same universe as Amazonian Womb worms.

The Yoni Flower is about an ecosexual that loves stuffing her vagina with veggies and plants who happens to find a warm, slippery flower that ejaculates something foul from a giant, slime-filled pod underground. And this underground pod harbors a disturbing secret.

Lizzy’s Flower Glizzy is about a bunch of 18-year-old girls who get drunk and play a game of sexy double dare with the flower they found behind Lizzy’s house (the same type of flower from The Yoni Flower). All of the girls fall ill after getting creampied/sprayed by the flower, then the men around them begin to disappear…

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Chapter 10: Spawn

Thursday, 12 days later, 1st Week of June

My morning starts the way it has every day for the past twelve days. I wake up in a dreamy trance, horny as all hell, already fingering myself before my eyes have even opened–like my body is on autopilot and knows to starting masturbating if the need arises even if I’m not conscious. When the need for dick compels me to get out of bed, I kneel on the floor beside Sable and reluctantly collect what I need from him in the most professional and least inappropriate way possible. Once that’s done, I crawl back into bed and fuck myself to an orgasm with my dildo.

When the womb worm effortlessly squirms down into my vagina through the cervical hole it’s spent almost two weeks stretching out, I use the syringe that came with the dildo to deposit a third of the semen onto the parasite’s bulbous head then I wait for it to slither back to my womb after it implants eggs into the turkey baster. And, while the foot long sausage of a parasite slithers around, I inspect my vagina with the endoscope to see how the eggs are coming along.

The coiled, powder pink larva in the eggs definitely look larger than they did a few days ago. Seems like they’re much bigger than the ones in that one cluster I managed to scoop out of me that night I watched the Uteroboscis lay eggs in me almost two weeks ago.

Satisfied with the inspection, I pull out the goo-glazed endoscope then I fill two of the plastic 25 mL syringes that I ordered online with the remaining dog semen. Once they’re capped, I pop the needleless syringes into my backpack next to the G-spot vibrating dildo I travel with. Now I get ready to head to the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) office for work, relishing the euphoric high that makes doing even the smallest tasks a challenge if I don’t really focus.

Like, it’s insane how many car accidents I’ve almost gotten into since I started going back to work last week Monday…

The last twelve days have been an endless haze of sweet torture. Every day, I awoke feeling more blissful than the day before, until last Wednesday when the drug-induced state peaked, leaving me feeling happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life–leaving me feeling like I was trapped in a beautiful waking dream where my body felt like it was just floating around.

It was the same with the body high too. It just kept getting more intense until last Wednesday when I woke up feeling like every inch of flesh was buzzing and vibrating. It more or less feels like I did when I got drunk while the worm was drugging me, except I haven’t had a single drink since the sex-spree. And, unlike the previous days, the euphoria and the body high didn’t taper off much at all, even after I masturbated myself to climax and inseminated myself to calm down my parasite.

In the past week, from the time I woke up until I went to bed, the opioid-like euphoria and the hyper-sensitivity of my flesh was constant, and it make it really hard to focus at work.