Amazonian Uteroboscis 2 Ch. 01-04

Author's Note:

I know it's been a long while since I've posted on here, and I am so incredibly sorry for the delay! It's been killing me not to put out this story sooner. But it took a bit to figure out the science of these worms, and to get the story right. And I've been working on some other projects since then, while also editing and ghostwriting on the side, so my time has been stretched thin. But a lot of you have been emailing and commenting with questions about when the next Amazonian Uteroboscis was coming out, and I've been grinding crazy hard to get this story finished for y'all as quickly as possible after reading your extremely motivating messages! Seriously, each email and comment made me work just a little harder and faster. I'm pretty proud of how this story turned out, and hope this lives up to your expectations! I promise the next 2 won't take as long!

The Amazonian Uteroboscis: Outbreak(Amazonian Womb Worms 2) is both a sequel to the first Uteroboscis book and it ties in to the ending ofThe Yoni Flower. While you can read all but the last 2 chapters of this story (chapter 26 & 27) without spoilingThe Yoni FlowerorLizzy's Flower Glizzy,I have and will be removing a couple of recap narration/flashback stuff from what I'm posting here to keep from spoiling the ending of the first Uteroboscis book for those of you who haven't read the entire thing and who just want to see how things start of in the sequel story. If I miss taking out anything spoilery, I'm sorry. But there will be some spoilers if you're reading out of order either way, so please read at your own risk if you haven't read everything else!

If you've read the 10 chapters of Amazonian Womb Worms that are here on Literotica, all you need to know going into this is that this takes place 10 months after the end of the first story, and our heroine, Lena Anderson, is working on a PhD zoology program in University of Florida. And while studying the Uteroboscis species at the lab, she's dealing with the fallout of having her Uteroboscis making her mindless have sex with guys like her best friend's boyfriend (Kody) bareback and passing womb-worm eggs to them without realizing it on top of the consequences of what happened inAmazonian Womb WormsChapter 10(if you know, you know).When you see the name Willy, just know that that's what Lena named the original Uteroboscis that entered her womb during chapter 1 ofAmazonian Womb Worms.Also, Lena is still the main character, but the first chapter opens with Angela Henry, the undergrad student who has been working with Lena in the UF lab and was mentioned in the last chapter of the story, and the story is dual POV between those two characters. At the end of the last story, Lena gets a call form Kody and she starts packing to go visit him and his girlfriend (her best friend Casey) to address the fallout of what happened because of Lena and Kody hooking up inAmazonian Womb Wormschapter 8. So, when this story opens, she's already hit the road, and she's letting Angela dog sit Sable for her while she's visiting Jacksonville. Speaking of Casey, one last note. I realized that there was an error in the first chapter ofAmazonian Womb Worms1 that I missed and my editor forgot to change, where the characterCasey (Kody's girlfriend who was with Lena in the Amazon Rainforest) was mistakenly written as Claire in that first chapter... Sorry for that!

Since I know someone will say it, Chapter 1 isn't meant to be a rehash of the first book's first chapter, it's a different take on what happened in the original story and a refresher for those who haven't read the old story in a while that's meant to remind everyone how the Uteroboscis "makes its home" in females while also teaching everyone how the worms do what they do to enter hosts now that the characters have had time to study them. Basically, it lays the groundwork in more of a show versus tell kind of way so you'll know what's happening elsewhere in the world without it needing to be described in detail to get the visual.

Chapters 2 & 3 are essentially more of the 'hows,' the 'whys,' and the science of these womb-worms that Lena discovered between the end of the first story and now, soif all you're looking for is naughty stuffand wanna skip all the science, there's plenty of naughtiness inchapter 1and a bit more inchapter 4if you want to skip ahead, and then there's some really effed-up eroticbody horror coming up in chapter 6. In case the first book didn't have enough story or horror scenes for your liking, you'll find a lot more of both this time around with a bunch of the smuttiness you've enjoyed in the first story and some new surprises mixed in.

The next set of chapters should be out next week!

With all that out of the way, please enjoy the read!

Chapter 1:Willfully

Chapter 1:

Willfully

Angela Henry | 21

Friday Night, April 22nd

My heart races with excitement as the Uber slows to a stop outside of Lena's house.

"Thanks!" my drunk-ass sing-songs to the driver while climbing out of his Honda Civic.

"You're welcome," the Latino man replies with a slight accent.

It's barely been 30 minutes since Lena met me at the bar to drop off her key, so I'm still buzzing just as hard as I was when I saw her. While I amsober enoughto walk in a straight line up her driveway and coherent enough to have driven here if I needed to, I'm also one Long Island Iced Tea away from tipsy. Which is why I chose to Uber rather than test my luck trying to avoid all the DUI checkpoints. That and I also didn't want to waste time sobering up.

Because I just really,reallycouldn't wait to get here.

Like every other time I've walked into Lena's house, her black Labrador doesn't just wag his tail when he sees me, he waggles his entire body excitedly and then trots over to me. Immediately after I close the door behind me, Sable rises onto his hind legs and plants his front paws onto my shoulders, throwing all his weight on me and sending me stumbling back into the door.

"Hello to you too, Sable!" I say, giving him rubs while kicking off my cowgirl boots.

His large tongue lashes my face before I can lean away. And as I turn away to avoid having him lick my lips, I still wind up getting a mouthful of dog tongue.

"Blehhh!" I groan, leaning back even more. "Okay, boy... Okay... Down.Down." I snap my fingers and point at the floor during the repeated command.

That finally gets him off me.

"Good boy! C'mon."

On my way to Lena's bedroom, Sable trots alongside me, panting heavily. Then, like a foot from her room, he rises onto his back legs and paws at me, lashing my face with his tongue again.

"Okay, okay! That's enough lovin', Sable-Wayble!" I say in a babyish voice. Once again, I snap and point at the floor.

As soon as he sits down, I snap again and then point at Lena's bed. Without delay, Sable bounds across the floor and jumps up on the bed.

"Good boy!" I say as he's lying down.

Now I head over to the makeup drawer where she keeps the key to the Uteroboscis room hidden. When I find it, I head back to the door, then I turn to face Sable.

"Listen, I know you're excited to see me and all, but there's something that I really,reallyneed to do before I give you all the rubs and attention you want, okay? So, you just lay right there and I'll be back in a little bit!" I walk backwards out of the room.

Sable rises.

"Stay..." I say, holding up my palm to him.

The instant I start pulling the door shut, he tilts his head and creeps to the edge of the bed.

"Stay..."

A beat after the door shuts, I hear the 70-pound Labrador thud against the floor, followed by him sniffing and whining.

"Sorry, boy, but I can't have you running around out here until I'm done. Just in case..." A naughty smile stretches across my face.

Lena's Uteroboscis terrarium habitat is on the other side of the house from the master bedroom. I hurry my way over there like I'm being chased, my bare feet rapidly clapping against the wooden floor. And as I'm passing the kitchen, I stop and eye the fridge, thinking about the jarred Uteroboscis slime she always keeps stocked in there--thinking about how good I felt the last time we took shots of it after an evening of drinking. The high and the euphoria were incredible, but what was even better was how indescribably good it felt when I masturbated in the bathroom afterwards using some of the slime.

I should take a few shots of that sweet, deliciousness and really have some fun,I think, my smiling widening into a grin as I begin walking into the kitchen.

Fun fact about Uteroboscis slime: just like honey, it doesn't go bad so long as it's protected from air.

Well, honey doesn't need to be refrigerated like this stuff does, but still. What she collected over 10 months ago still tastes the same as what's freshly secreted by the ones in her guest room and in our lab, and the effects are still as potent.

Glass jars rattle in the fridge when I tug it open. As soon as I pick up the jar she has hidden in the bottom drawer of the fridge, I think back to how fucked up I got last time I guzzled this thick syrup while drunk.

Then again, maybe I shouldn't... I'm already buzzing, and that shit hits way too hard when mixed with alcohol. Also, I don't wanna be too fucked-up to enjoy what'll likely be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.I put the jar back then shut the fridge.

A few feet from the Uteroboscis room, something dawns on me, so I stop again.I should probably do that before my hands get all slimy,I think, turning and heading toward the couch where I left my clutch.And I should get some paper towel so it won't slip out my hand after I pick it up.

After grabbing my Samsung Galaxy, I hurry over to the bathroom that's next door to the guest room. The camera app is what I open on my way inside. Since the front-facing camera pops up right away, I just set it down on the floor and then prop it up against the wall. It only takes a bit of adjusting to get it pointed at the bathtub with the perfect angle. Just to make sure it's good, I walk back to the tub and sit down.

Perfect,I think when I see myself in frame.

There's a roll of paper towels right beside the sink. As I'm ripping off a long sheet, I look at myself in the mirror ahead.

Wait,I think, looking down at my black attire.I'd rather not get slime all over my dress... That shit dries like cum.

My dress comes off first, and then it gets placed on the countertop. I shimmy out of my damp panties after that.

Seeing my naked form in the mirror makes me visualize myself prancing around Lena's house with no clothes on, and the thought makes me giggle. And I keep on laughing until I unlock the guest room door.

The moment I step inside, I smell it--the same heavenly aroma of sugary sweetness and coconut with a hit of almond that constantly fills UF's Uteroboscis lab.

Mmm,I moan, my mouth flooding with saliva while my pussy coats itself with even more slickness.

Lena's setup in here is beyond impressive. There are tables lined up all around the room, except for where the closet and her second fridge are, and each one is topped with two terrariums. All the tanks are divided into two halves by a Plexiglass barrier, with eachcellcontaining either two or three Uteroboscis worms. To make the womb-feeders feel more athome, she has a bed of organic soil lining the tanks with each cell containing a few small plants and a dish of water that's buried in the dirt like an inground pool. Inside the full-sized fridge by the closet--that's where she keeps the pig blood and horse semen to feed these little fuckers.

This is my paradise,I think, eyeing each of the pink worms in the tank I'm walking up to.

Seeing all these slimy phallus-like creatures eagerly slithering around their habitats from the scent of my sex makes my pussy flutter--it has me hornier than I was when I found out earlier that I was finally going to get to be alone in Lena's house.

"Which one of you do I pick?" I whisper as I complete my lap around the room. After twirling around and strolling back over to a terrarium labeledTank Gthat has three worms per cell, I set my sights on one of the larger ones. "Hmm..." I hum, grabbing the notebook containing all the measurements and other data from the table beside me.

Tank G,I think, flipping through the pages.The last recorded measurements were from two days ago, and the largest one in this tank is the one in Cell B that's 6.45 inches long, 1.6 inches in diameter... 5.02 inches in circumference...

"Basically, the dimensions of an average-sized dick! Perfect!"

My eyes continue skimming the measurements of the other worms.Not that its siblings aren't all about the same size,I think, closing the logbook and setting it back down.

It takes a second to unlatch the terrarium lid. Almost immediately after lifting it open, the worms before me enter a bit of a frenzy, writhing urgently as they slither towards the side of the tank that I'm on. One by one, they push their upper halves against the glass, then begin slapping their phallic heads against it in frustration from not being able to slither up the smooth surface. And it's not just some of them. Almost every single worm in my peripheries is freaking out in their tanks. This is exactly what happened in the lab when we passed a cotton swab with vaginal fluid over the tanks, but on a wider scale. Probably because I'm naked.

Maybe I'll let the worms decide who gets to be my first,I think, smiling and nibbling naughtily at my bottom lip as I reach between my legs.

I hook my middle two fingers in between my folds. A sticky, wet sound emanates from between my legs the moment my digits start slipping into my tight passage. Once I'm two-knuckles deep, I begin pistoning my fingers with a bit of haste.

"Mmm," I moan as wetness drips down into my palm.

I only go at it for a few seconds before pulling my hand from in between my legs and holding my glistening digits over the open tank.

"Whoever slithers the farthest up the glass and licks me wins," I whisper to the worms while reaching down into the tank.

I let my index and middle fingers dangle over the Cell A side of the glass partition while the ring finger and pinky hang over the Cell B side.

The three in the left cell and the three in the right all race to the Plexiglas barrier in the middle and try slithering their slimy upper halves up the glass, their bodies making a delicious wet and sticky sound as they smear cloudy white streaks all over it. After a few seconds of failing to ascend the barrier, their red mouth tubes protrude from all their mouths one after another. A millisecond later, their white proboscises fire out of those red tubes with the speed of silly string shooting out of a nozzle, stretching up towards me in the blink of an eye. Since the Uteroboscis's proboscis tends to be the length of their bodies, they're 6-inch feeder organs all reach near the top of the tank.

All 6 mouth noodles begin flicking in the air like snake tongues before one in Cell A eventually slaps against the glass. While its proboscis stretches up the pane, branches of semi-translucent, white tendrils grow outwards from the main tube, quickly webbing across the Plexiglas like rapidly growing fungal roots. One by one, the other worms follow suit. But the first worm to web its branched proboscis across the pane uses its sticky tendrils to pull its body up towards my hand. And as it reels itself up, the tip of its white mouth noodle continues elongating until it eventually caresses my middle finger. Thankfully, I yank my hand away before it has a chance to latch on.

"Looks like you're the winner!" I cheer, reaching into the tank with the hand holding the paper towel.

There's this donut-like ring of cartilage covered by flesh that's between the end of the Uteroboscis's tubular body and the cluster of red, capsule-shaped protrusions that make up its tail. In the crease between the end of its body and that hard cartilage ring housing its reproductive organs is where I grab the winning womb-feeder with the triple-folded paper towel. The moment I start lifting the heavy thing out of the tank, it retracts the tendrils back into its proboscis while angling its mouth noodle down toward my cooch. And then, before the remaining five worms pull themselves up to the vaginal fluids that I left streaked on the dividing glass, I slam the lid shut and lock it back up.

My face lights up, and an "Eeeeek" escapes me. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I squeal excitedly through clenched teeth while speedwalking toward the door.

I'm hurrying toward the hallway bathroom for the same reason I pretty much left The Barnyard immediately after Lena dropped off the key.

It's the same reason I didn't go back to my apartment to get my car and pack some clothes and toiletries.

And that reason? Well...

I can't wait any longer to live out my fantasy.

The existence of these Uteroboscises is not public knowledge yet. So, of the few women from our biology department and those studying them in Lena's old lab back at Jacksonville University, it's safe to assume that I'm the only female on the planet who's fantasized about being penetrated by a Uteroboscis. I mean, I'm sure all the women have thought about it, but I'm probably the only one who's fantasized about beingfullyinvaded.

I've been fantasizing about doing the unthinkable with one of these Uteroboscises ever since Lena shared with me all the graphic details of exactly how Willy the Uteroboscis fucked its way into her uterus during her expedition to the Amazon Rainforest. Not that I didn't think about stealing one from the lab and letting it slither in and out of my pussy like a sentient cock the instant I first saw them... But that was before I knew they evolved to force their way into uteruses.

The reason I was immediately turned on by these things while everyone else was grossed out likely stems from my tentacle fetish--a fetish that I developed after stumbling across hentai tentacle videos a while back. That got me into reading tentacle smut eBooks on my Kindle. It was right after my 18thbirthday that I bought myself a tentacle dildo and one of those ovipositor dildos that uses a bulb to ooze slime while itimplantsgelatinous eggs into the vagina. I bought those and never bought a regular dildo. Years of consuming both types of smut eventually led to me Googling weirder and more fucked-up stuff, like videos of Japanese women doing wildly inappropriate things with live eels and dead squids--videos on sketchy websites where women stuffed their cunts with squirming worms and maggots...

Honestly, it felt like a godsend that I, of all people, got assigned to Lena's lab for my undergrad research fellowship. Because Uteroboscis worms are essentially slimy, autonomous tentacles shaped like dicks that--unlike the eels, worms, and octopuses--are biologically programmed to aggressively penetrate vaginas so that they can nest in wombs. And now, after months of waiting for the opportunity to smuggle one of these slithering dicks out of the lab without anyone knowing, I somehow lucked out again by finally getting an opportunity to be alone in the house of the one girl on the planet who has over two dozen Uteroboscises living in her fucking guest room!