Short Story - Mall Infestation

The day started out normal.

Clarissa went to the mall with her friend, Rene.  The 20 year olds noticed something wrong as soon as they walked into the festering hive of consumerism.  A wave of pheromones washed over the both of them, spiking their arousal and diminishing their perception.  They passed scores of women openly fucking each other.  Words stumbled out of Clarissa’s mouth as she talked about shoes and clothes, her friend was barely paying attention.  Clarissa was interrupted by a large breasted woman walking up to her, grabbing her head and kissing her deeply.  A werm slid down her throat.  The woman wandered off – Clarissa coughed a bit and resumed chattering about heel length and shape.

By the time the two of them reached the clothing store, they had been infested in every hole and then some.  Both were naked, bending over every once in a while to let strangers thrust their parasitic cocks into their corrupted holes.  Rene would not shut up about how she needed the new designer top – it would completely overhaul her life!

Rene and Clarissa stood inside the store.  They stared at the racks of clothing with eyes half open, swaying on their feet.  They stood on a fleshy pink mass that covered the ground in all directions.  The air was thick with pheromones.

Clarissa now had three canal vaginas, a canal infested ass, starfish on her breasts and ass, a canal in her mouth, a choker around her neck, and werms in every orifice.  Rene was in a similar situation except with only two vaginas.  Clarissa glanced around the store – they were the only ones in there.  Along with the fleshy floor, bizarre alien structures were growing out of the wall which resembled anenomes.  A sort of hardened fleshy cup with a bundle of thick tentacles writhing inside it.  She turned her gaze back to her friend, who was still babbling about fashion.

They started making out.  They started fucking.  They thrashed and pumped and orgasmed.

The store took notice.

As Rene came for the fifth time, she slumped down to the floor, Clarissa collapsing on top of her.  Their sweaty bodies heaved as Clarissa traced her fingers over her friends now massive chest, slowly sliding her digits into Rene’s new nipple cunt.  Clarissa felt a pressure against one of her starfish ass orifices.  How Rene still had stamina was truly a mystery.

Clarissa looked behind her, and was hit by a wave of shock and panic.  A bundle of tentacles had emerged from one of the anenome structures and snaked their way across the floor.  One of them entered Clarissa’s new starfish orifice on her left ass cheek.  The others were probing at her multiple infested pussies and canal-infested ass.  As the second tentacle slid inside her, into one of her pussies, she gave a small yelp and launched herself forward, trying to crawl away.

The tentacles responded vigorously, thrusting forward.  One tentacle per hole – a tentacle went into her right asscheek starfish orifice.  Two tentacles filled her remaining canal pussies.  One extremely thick tentacle invaded her anus.  They squeezed inward from all directions, literally grabbing her from within.  It was like a giant hand gripped her entire lower body from the inside, and began dragging her backward.  Clarissa folded in half, her legs splayed out in front of her along with her arms as she grabbed at the ground for some kind of leverage.  She found a couple of fleshy knobs on the floor and clung on with all her strength.

The tentacles sensed her resistance.  They twisted slightly inside her, stimulating her entire lower body at the same time.  Clarissa orgasmed instantly, losing her grip on the floor as her eyes rolled back in her head.  The tentacles dragged her backward.  Clarissa regained composure, gripping the ground once more.  Another orgasm.  Another few feet backward.  Every time the pleasure ripped through her, she lost a bit more sanity.

By the time her ass reached the cup of the anenome, she was begging – screaming – to be fucked.  Deep, long, hard, rough.  The tentacles pulled her up and over the wall of the cup, anchoring her into the structure ass-first.  The shape of the base caused her knees to come up near her head.  Her entire lower body was constantly stimulated by the tentacles, which maintained a tight grip on her insides.

Clarissa’s body slowly undulated, mounted to the wall.  She felt a filling sensation – rivers of sexual fluids were pouring out of the anal tentacle into her.  It stimulated the canal infesting her ass, which began to expand rapidly.  It grew up through her intestines, following the wave of parasitic jizz.  Minutes passed by and before long Clarissa felt a strange sensation as her stomach was completely enveloped by fleshy canal material.  It traveled up her throat, merging with the canal in her mouth.  She coughed and gagged, ejecting a wave of thick parasite spunk out of her mouth.

Clarissa felt a larger pressure in her ass.  Dozens of tiny werm spawn began filling her rectum.  They grew rapidly, fueled by the liquid nutrient bath and infested canal tunnel that ran the length of Clarissa’s digestive tract.  More and more werm spawn were shoved into her ass, pushing the quickly maturing creatures up through her body.

Movement in Clarissa’s mouth caused her to reflexively drop her jaw as a massive werm emerged from her infested facial fuckhole.  Then another.  And another.  About one werm a second was crawling out of her mouth.

She could feel the movement of the creatures through the length of her body.  And the rate showed no signs of slowing – in fact it was speeding up.  Two per second.  Four per second.  She could no longer breathe, but she didn’t need to.  The tentacles in her starfish orifices and multiple pussies had merged with her body.  They began taking on the role of oxygenating her blood.  Clarissa opened her mouth and hung her head forward as werms violently ejected themselves from her oral orifice.  Her mouth ejaculated werms like a firehose.

The stimulation along her entire internal canal, along with the penetration in her holes, was too much.  Locked in continuous orgasm, Clarissa’s mind shattered.  There was no explanation for this level of stimulation.  No explanation at all.

Four werms a second.  240 werms a minute.  14400 werms an hour.  Clarissa was a hyper-breeding machine for the werm hive.  If she was able to perceive her surroundings, she would have heard Rene moaning as she was dragged across the floor to the opposite wall.