As Amy slept, the worms within her breasts began there work, having got the energy it needed from its host’s day of eating. They wriggled and moved around in her breasts, massaging and stimulating the tissue within to cause some growth.
Amy frowned unpleasantly as she slept, tossing and turning while her boobs were attacked and mutated by her alien intruders. Despite how heavily she slept, it eventually became too much, and she woke up in a cold sweat. What was happening? She reached haphazardly (despite the increase of weight of her center gravity) over to her bedside table and flicked on the light, and as the room became illuminated she froze.
There was a mound under the covers where her chest is, the size of a two basketballs. She slowly moved the covers aside and screamed at what she saw. The basketball sized bulges was her boobs, and she could see something wriggling under the surface. Amy didn’t know what to do; she poked and prodded at the mass to confirm that it was actually her, and it turned out that it was. She swung her legs around to the side of the bed and sat up, looking at the mass sitting on her chest.
She’d never seen anything like it before. As she felt the wriggling inside her boobs she saw them grow, slowly expanding before her eyes, and her nipples started to get hard. Now she began to really panic. Who should she call? What should she do? Before she could decide, she suddenly felt an orgasm coming on.
She moaned as she began to cum hands-free, shooting jizz across the floor. It was the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt, and when she looked down at her crotch, she saw how much she was cumming. It looked like she had squirted off a pint of splooge! She finished her climax, and saw that were her boobs now bigger again, almost at the size of a beach ball each.
As Amy sat in the afterglow of the biggest ejaculation of her life, the wriggling began to intensify, and it became much more uncomfortable. She looked at her breasts, and saw that there was now not one, but two small worms crawling across her boobflesh. The sight of it all, mixed with the feeling of her last climax, caused her to faint on the spot, falling back on the bed, her legs still hanging over the edge.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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