This one is a bit freaky 🫢 I apologize in advance hahahaha
Something something waking up with a slimy creature inside of you something something being helpless to the person who put it there
You woke up in my bed, groggy and confused - you knew where you were, but didn't remember how you ended up there. You didn't recall meeting up with me after work last night...You turned your head and found that I wasn't in bed beside you - you wondered how late you must've slept in.
You sat up and let out a startled gasp - you immediately knew something was wrong. It wasn't just a sinking feeling deep in your gut - there was something that literally dropped, falling low into your belly with a heavy plop.
You quickly pulled the covers away to find a bump that wasn't there the night before. You pulled up your shirt, shakily resting a hand to the side of your bulging belly. It felt warm...and when you pressed into it, it felt soft.
To your horror, you felt something slide under your fingertips.
Almost as if it could sense your rising panic, the creature inside of you slipped around frantically, causing a wet squelching noise with every movement. The sensation of something writhing around inside of you made you cry out, your heart almost pounding out of your throat. You felt the need to heave, your body desperately begging to be rid of whatever parasite you were full of.
When I finally got to the room, I found you in tears, watching your belly tremble as your new passenger squirmed inside of you. Your eyes fluttered as a wave of nausea came over you, but to your dismay nothing came out.
As you noticed me watching you from the doorway, you immediately had a million questions for me. What is happening, how did I get here, what is inside of me, what did you do. Eventually you settled on repeating one thing; please make it stop, please get it out of me.
I sat on the bed beside you, affectionately brushing your hair from your eyes. You whimpered when I told you I couldn't get it out of you yet, because it wasn't ready. But seeing you so helpless tugged at my heart, and I couldn't help but tease you a bit.
It feels so weird, doesn't it baby? So gross, so wrong? Such a sweet little thing like you shouldn't be swollen with something so slimy and icky. My poor baby, your cute tummy must feel so sick and unsettled, having something alive wiggling around in there. I know it's scary sweetheart, but you're being so brave about it.
The creature churned inside of you once again, pulling a shaky gasp from your lips, followed by a quiet sob. I kissed your forehead, wiping some of your tears away with my thumb.
Don't you worry, my love. I'm here. I'll take care of you, I promise.
You watched nervously as I slowly lowered my hand. Your breath quickened as it grew closer to your belly, where you felt the parasite rumbling beneath your skin as if it were growling.
There was a pause when my palm met your skin. The slippery thing inside of you hesitated for a moment, deciding how to proceed next.
It started to purr.
It nuzzled up against my palm, its movements becoming slower and more calm. When I slid my hand to your lower tummy you could feel it following, slithering inside of you, causing an unfamiliar heat to spread through your middle...and unnervingly, a bit lower. You moaned weakly, confused by your body's reaction, unnerved by the creature that was nestling low in your hips, and somewhat relieved that my touch had brought some relief.
You still had a million questions. You were still terrified, and your mind couldn't properly process all that had happened with so many conflicting sensations and emotions. But you decided that, for now, it was safe to relax in my embrace. It was okay to let me caress and coo over you. Because I knew how to make it stop, even if I was the one who started it all in the first place.